Lisa got more than she asked for 9
I waited impatiently until Sam hung up the phone. "Please, don't stay here
overnight. I need a little privacy and..." Sam slapped me on my face and said
with an angry voice, "First, this was for not addressing me properly as Sir and
second, we do what we want. And why are you making such a big deal out of it?
You enjoy it anyway."
I couldn't look him in the eyes, because both of us knew he was speaking the
truth. "I am waiting!" he continued in that angry voice. I was confused and
scared, because I didn't know what he wanted from me and standing in front of
the two boys naked (well, except for my nipplebells) didn't make it easier.
"Sometimes little Lisa is so stupid," Carl thought out loud, pretending to know
what Sam was talking about, although he seemed not to know either. "Are you
stupid?" he asked. I told them I wasn't, which caused another slap across my
cheeks, this time from Carl. Being asked again I said, close to tears, "Yes, I
am stupid."
Sam came close and forced my legs apart to get better access to my pussy.
Putting one finger inside me, he said to his brother that it was fun to own a
woman who gets off when she is treated like shit. I had to tell them he was
right, that this was turning me on.
Secretly, I knew he WAS right, but I didn't want to believe him, although Sam's
finger felt so good inside me. Being naked in front of the clothed teenagers and
at their mercy, this vulnerability was overwhelming. There was no way for me to
control it and somehow I was glad that Sam and Carl found out this part of me,
which I didn't know existed. Partly I hated all this, but partly I craved for
it.
"You still have no clue, stupid. I am waiting for you to apologize for not
calling me Sir!" Sam informed me and pinched one of my pussy lips cruelly. Not
daring to stop him I apologized, "Sir, I am so sorry, pleeease. I know my place,
Sir!" With a look of victory he stopped pinching me and I was allowed to follow
them into my living room, where they sat down on the couch.
Carl turned on the TV and told me to get them each a beer. Relieved that I had
some, I went to fetch beers for each of us (I needed one, too). When I got back,
the boys told me that a girl who doesn't have pussy hair is too young to drink
beer. Blushing, I handed them their beers and left the third on the couch-table.
They didn't allow me to sit on the couch and I had to kneel next to the boys'
feet for further instructions. After some time, when I thought they were
satisfied with my obedience, I asked if I could remove my nipple-bells.
Carl leaned down to me and lifted my left breast up, then let it drop, which
caused the bell to ring. With a smile on his face, he continued to play with my
breast. 'This is so funny. Why should we remove it? Hmm, maybe if you let them
ring a little, I will allow you."
I had to move my upper body so that my breasts bounced from side to side, and
they made me say "Pretty please, Sirs!" I hated this so much. Sam thought I
might replace them with clothespins, if I had some. I said yes, and was told to
fetch them. As I went to stand up, Sam told me to fetch them like a good puppy,
on all fours. Crawling to my bathroom, their laughter followed me.
When I returned, the boys wanted to put the clothespins on my nipples.
Wondering if this would be painful, I got excited when they worked on my
nipples, because the threads around my nipples had been tight and so I was very
sensitive there. I bit on my lip to stifle a moan. Grinning at me, Sam let the
first clothespin grip my left nipple. I was surprised, because it hurt a lot
more than I imagined. I pleaded with him to take it off, but he just patted my
head and told me to be a good girl. Having no choice, I let Carl attach the
second clothespin to my other nipple.
"The more you please us, the sooner they come off, Lisa," Sam explained to me
Now I was told to fetch some rope. Encouraged to please them, I didn't even try
to get up and crawled to my kitchen. Carl laughed, "Good puppy, and by the way,
dogs carry with their mouths."
When I got back, Sam brought his hand under my face and I opened my mouth to let
the rope drop. Kneeling near the couch, I waited as they cut the rope into
pieces with pocketknives. Then I was ordered to lie down on my back on the couch
table.
The boys bound me to the table, which was large enough, so that my head lay on
the plate, spread-eagled. They bound my legs to the feet of the table, forcing
them wide apart, and my arms were secured above my head, so I could move them
only a little.
When they were ready, they stood back to admire their work. "Looks pretty, our
little slave. Doesn't she?" Carl smiled. Sam went into the kitchen, while Carl
continued to mock me. When he came back, he carried a wooden spoon. Knowing what
was awaiting me, I started to squirm and plead, but found out that this only
caused evil grins on their faces.
They asked me if I liked my clothespins and, as I answered no, Sam thought this
was the wrong answer. He began hitting my breasts with the wooden spoon. I knew
pleading was useless, but the pain made me do it again and again. After some
time, he asked me if my tits had had enough. My mind was racing and I finally
mumbled, "Whatever you think, Sir." He grinned and told me this was the right
answer. Somehow, I felt thankful that Sam was satisfied.
But now it was Carl who wanted to have his turn with me. Knowing that I should
better do what he told me, I followed his instruction to beg him to punish me
for being a lazy slave. Carl hit me on my inner thighs and I realized that he
would slap my pussy finally. I pleaded in real fear with him not to hit my pussy
this hard and he had a surprised look on his face.
His brother came close to my face and told me Carl would take care and only hurt
me as much as I deserved. I was really thankful and, as Sam started to French
kiss me, I responded with real passion. He continued to kiss me when Carl
started hitting me again. I moaned every time he hit me, but didn't stop kissing
Sam back. And really, Carl hit my pussy with much less intensity.
After some minutes, it stopped and Sam let go of me. He looked me in the eyes
and as strange as it felt, we both knew, that he really owned me. I felt so bad,
because I felt that way for a fourteen-year-old boy, but I couldn't neglect it.
I also knew that he wouldn't be nicer to me in the future.
I thanked Carl, for having shown mercy with me (although my pubic region felt
very sore) and I really was grateful to the boys. Just as I noticed the bulges
in their trousers, Sam told me that it was time to try out something new.
He undressed completely and walked to my spread legs. I knew what would happen
and somehow I was turned on, because I was bound helpless. I was thankful that
he took off the clothespins first. When he entered me I couldn't prevent a deep
moan, which made Sam grin. He told me to look him in the eyes as he fucked me.
He didn't last long and, as he grunted and shot his hot semen inside me, I felt
even more owned than before.
Of course his brother didn't want to be left out and, although I was very
aroused by now, I didn't have an orgasm when Carl came. When he got off from me,
I had to thank them for fucking me and Carl stuck the wooden spoon in my pussy,
saying that I needed something inside me. They left me craving for more but they
ignored my pleas to "give me an orgasm, too", dressing again, sitting down and
discussing how good it was to fuck me. Feeling used and humiliated I could only
lie there and listen to their discussion.
After some time Carl had an idea. They both went into my bedroom and I heard
them talking but could not understand what they were saying. Wondering what was
awaiting me now, I waited, sobbing, until they returned. When they did, they
had some of my clothes with them.
Sam released me from the ropes after teasing my clit a little to keep me
aroused. Then they handed me a cap, a belt and my docs, black boots to put on. I
was private Lisa now and the boys were my drill sergeants. They started to give
me orders, nearly screaming at me with angry voices, and I had to answer with
'sir' at the beginning of my answers like, "Sir, yes, sir!" or "Sir, yes your
worthless private is horny, sir!"
They taught me to stand at attention with breasts out. I had to do press-ups and
march like a soldier with them directing me around and, when I did something not
enthusiastically enough I received a slap on my bum. The boys had a lot of fun
and made me tease myself now and then, so I was aroused throughout the whole
humiliating game.
Soon I was exhausted and sweating. As my final task I had to stand at
attention again and sing the national anthem, while I masturbated. My voice
broke several times, which only caused laughs from the boys and slaps on my
backside.
Still standing at attention I was asked if I needed to come. Not knowing if they
were still playing the game, I answered, "Sir, yes, please, may I come, sir?"
I was directed to my couch table and 'allowed' to hump the edge of the table. In
front of their grinning faces, I squatted down and rubbed my pussy against the
table. Sam and Carl made themselves comfortable on the couch and watched me
humiliating myself. It didn't take me long to reach an orgasm and I collapsed on
the floor feeling very exhausted. I was allowed to rest for some minutes before
I had to lick up the mess I had left on the table.
My sirs decided it was time to go to bed as it was already late and they made me
follow them on all fours. In the bedroom, Sam spoke: "I give you a choice. As a
puppy, you should maybe sleep on the floor," (My mouth fell open.) "Or you beg
us to fuck you again, to earn sleeping in the bed."
Sleeping on the floor like a dog in my own bedroom, that was too much, I
thought. I knew that they would fuck me anyway, if they wanted to, so I begged
them, "Sirs, please fuck me again. I will be really nice and I need you so much
inside of me." Red-faced, I climbed on the bed after Sam patted it to allow his
puppy to get up.
Each of them took me twice before they spanked my bum goodnight. Lying between
them, I was ordered one more orgasm before being allowed to sleep.
