Holly and the Ivy

Prologue

Holly could tell by the look on her mom’s face, as she walked in the door from school, that she was in trouble.  Her mom was holding the quarterly report card grades, and Holly would have known before she saw them, that they were not good.  She grabbed the paper from her mom’s hand and looked down to see two c’s, two d’s and two f’s.  Holly hated school.  She was a junior in high school, one grade behind all of her friends, because she’d failed the previous year.  Her courses were boring, she hated reading, and her teachers were all losers. 

Home life wasn’t much better.  Her mom was a single parent, who had picked up a real drinking problem, shortly after her dad had divorced her three years earlier.  Her mom had been forced to find work after the divorce, minimum wage at a fast food restaurant, which she hated, and although her dad was paying some alimony, money was really tight.  The result was that Holly and her mom were always arguing about something.  If it wasn’t grades, it was spending too much on clothes, or her choice of boyfriends, or not taking out the trash.  Always something! 

“So, are you planning on failing this year, too?  You’re not dumb, Holly.  You’re just lazy.  What the Hell am I going to do with you?”

“I don’t know, Mom.  Maybe I could quit school and we could both work side by side for no money at McDonald’s.  I’m sure I’m as qualified to get minimum wage as you are.”

“That’s not fair.  I’m doing the best I can.  You’re just trying to change the subject.

We’re talking about you and your grades.  I’m at my wit’s end.”

“Maybe if you stopped downing every bottle of liquor you can get hold of, we could talk about it.  But I don’t see that happening, do you?”

“That’s it, young lady!  Go to your room.  We’ll deal with this later.”

Which is how most of their arguments ended, to Holly’s satisfaction.  She walked to her room, slammed the door and threw herself on her bed for a good cry.

Chapter 1

The following day, she wore a somewhat provocative outfit to school, consisting of a rather see-through blouse, covering a demi-bra, a short skirt and no panties.  Her boy-friend, Timmy, noticed the attractive get-up immediately, and was extra attentive at every break between classes, after she told him she was pantie-less.  After the final class of the day, he suggested they try to find someplace to make out.  They looked around and finally found a utility closet that was unlocked.

Within seconds of the door closing behind them, Tim had Holly’s blouse and bra off and was busy kissing and nibbling on one of her long pink nipples.  At the same time his other hand was busy creeping up her leg toward her dripping vagina.  Unfortunately, neither of them had noticed the faculty hall-monitor, who had noticed them and followed them to the closet.  When he opened the door suddenly two horrified faces peered up at his glaring countenance.

By the time Holly reached home, her mom was standing in the doorway again with a stony scowl on her face.  Holly tried to push past her, but her mom grabbed her arm as she passed and swung her around.

“Well, your sluttiness finally caught up to you, didn’t it?  Expelled!  You just couldn’t keep that hole of yours covered, could you.  Well. That’s it!  I’m calling Uncle Bob in Biloxi tonight to see if he’ll shake some sense into that thick skull of yours.  Obviously I can’t any more.”

“I am not going to Mississippi, so just forget that.  The only place worse than here would be Mississippi!”

“Well, I’m sorry, Missy, but that’s your choice.  You can finish school there, and Uncle Bob will see that the boys stay away while you’re doing it, or you’re gonna have one sore ass.  Now, go to your room.”

The next day, after her mom had left for work, Holly called Tim on her cell phone.  They chatted for a while and the conversation got more and more suggestive, until she finally invited Tim over to finish what they’d been unable to complete the day before.

Within a half hour Tim had bicycled over to Holly’s, and with no foreplay, they were in her bedroom, on the bed, clothes removed.  There was little foreplay, as Holly climbed on top of Tim and lowered herself onto his erect penis.  Soon it became almost a contest to see who could moan and yell louder in the throes of passion.

Until the door swung open, and there stood Holly’s mom, her hand completely bandaged, and behind her, her current boyfriend, Duff. Once again, two heads snapped up to see a face glaring down at them.

“Uh…Mom.  What are you doing home?”

“I burnt my hand on the French-frier this morning, and Duff was kind enough to pick me up and bring me home.”

Pointing at Tim, she said in a cold menacing voice, “You! You get out of here and don’t you even think of ever seeing Holly again.”

Tim raced to get his pants on, a comical sight, to say the least, and shot through the door like a NASA satellite.  He and his bike were gone in less than a minute.

Holly tried to pull the sheet up to her neck, but her mom grabbed it and yanked it off.  Holly sat there totally nude, not even aware of the fact that her legs were spread wide apart, as he mom moved aside.

“I can’t spank you any more, but Duff can.  Duff would you come on in here and whale the tar out of her?  Don’t stop until your hand hurts.”

Duff was built like a New York Giants nose-tackle.  He was at least 6’ 5”, big broad shoulders, fairly good-looking, and his hands looked like catcher’s gloves.  He had to duck to get through the door.

“With pleasure, Babe.”

With that he grabbed Holly by the arm and threw her over his lap, face down.  Her alabaster plump bottom cheeks stared up at him.  She began to struggle, so he threw his right leg over her thighs, reached under her, grabbed one of her protruding pink nipples with his left hand and yanked down.  Holly let out a howl, but he didn’t let up, as he began to spank her.

At first, the pain in her extended nipple was all she could think of, but his hand, which covered almost all of both cheeks at the same time whaled away at her bottom, to the point where, by the tenth smack, the pain was about even between the nipple and her buttocks.  As they turned from pink to red, and he reached twenty five slaps, there began to be no question where the primary pain was.  By seventy-five spanks, tears were rolling down Holly’s face and her rear end had turned a beautiful dark crimson.  And still he continued.  Ninety…one hundred…one hundred twenty-five…Holly was screaming by the hundredth blow, but, as the beating continued, her screams became pitiable choking pleas, and then hoarse-sounding whispers, as Duff finally reached one hundred fifty and stopped.  The color of her butt cheeks had turned to something between crimson and purple.

When Duff finished he released her nipple, lifted his leg off her thighs, and she slid off his lap onto the floor.  As she lay sobbing, her mom squatted down to her and hissed, “I called your uncle last night.  He’s willing to try to straighten you out and get you into a school down there.  I booked a flight out of Dulles tonight at 7:00.  There’s a stopover in Atlanta and then a straight flight to Jackson, where your uncle will meet you.”

With tears streaming down her face, Holly looked up at her mother and spat,  “You’ll never get me to go to Biloxi.  I’ll get off at Atlanta, and you’ll never see me again.”

“You won’t be changing planes in Atlanta.  It’s just a refueling stop.  You’ll have no choice but to go on!,” her mom spat back.

And so it was that, with Duff standing by the entrance to the plane to make sure she boarded, Holly was off at 7:00 and winging toward her new adventure in Biloxi, Mississippi.

Chapter 2

When she arrived in Jackson, Uncle Bob, and cousin, Edie, a year younger than Holly were there at the terminal waiting for her.  Bob did not seem happy with Holly’s being foisted on him, and the scowl on his face let her know immediately that he had accepted her under duress.

In the car on the way to Biloxi, she sat next to Bob in the front seat, while he laid down the law, letting her know the rules to be followed while she was living there.  One – she would start to school tomorrow, and she would attend every day.  If she was sick, she would be taken to the doctor for a checkup, and, if it turned out she was faking it she would be punished.  Two – She would stay away from boys entirely, no dating, no boy friends.  Breaking the rule would invoke punishment.  Three – She would get nothing lower than a “C” in any of her course grades, midterms and finals.  “D” or “F” would bring punishment.  Punishment usually consisted of spanking, belting, or paddling with a ping-pong paddle, but for serious offenses, it could involve the use of a tawse.

There was an interminable silence for the rest of the trip to Biloxi.  When they arrived, she was reintroduced to her aunt, Carol and cousin, Lou, who was a year older than Holly.  She had last seen them all about five years prior, so there had been a considerable change in her cousins.  Lou was tall and somewhat gangly, but fairly good-looking and Edie was a pretty brown-haired charmer with a nice figure for her age.  They chatted for a half hour or so, about her mom, the move and such.  Holly noticed most of the conversation seemed to be with Carol and Edie.  The males were stoic.

Bob announced school would come early the next day, Holly was probably tired from her trip, and it would be wise if they all hit the hay.  Edie showed Holly their bedroom.  The bed was a double, and Holly was very happy to crawl in after she’d gotten her nightgown on and brushed her teeth.  While they were lying there, after the light had been turned out, Edie spelled out things for her to watch out for.  First, she told Holly to abide closely to Bob’s rules, because he wasn’t kidding about punishments.  She knew from experience. Her father beat her regularly.  She actually thought he enjoyed spanking her.

“What about Lou.  Doesn’t he get beaten too?”

“No.  He’s Daddy’s fair-haired boy.  He can do no wrong.  I’ve even seen him spank Mama a few times, but never Lou.  And that’s another thing.  Be careful with Lou.  He’s a tricky one.  He’s never tried to rape me or anything, but he thinks nothing of feeling me up, either my pussy or my boobs.  And if I complain to Daddy, he somehow twists it around and makes it look like I’ve tried to entice Lou, and then I get spanked, so I don’t complain any more.”

“Wow!  I’ll try to look out for him.”

And with that information, Holly had much to think about as she drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 3

School seemed to be about the same for Holly.  Boring.  Maybe a little easier, in that her previous school seemed to be considerably ahead of her current one.  The kids seemed nice enough, and most of the boys showed an interest in her pert figure, and she did a little flirting with hip movement and shoulders back, but kept in mind Uncle Bob’s admonition, so she didn’t really try to get to meet any of the boys.

Since school was only five blocks from Uncle Bob’s house she walked home. She had only gotten a few feet off the school grounds, when one of the boys caught up to her and asked if he could walk her home.  His name was Dana and, it developed, he lived only a block from Bob’s house.  It turned out that the two families had known each other for years and often got together for outdoor barbecues and such.  Dana was very good looking, tall, and was a very smooth talker.

When they reached his house, he asked Holly in for a glass of lemonade.  Since the families were so close, she thought nothing of accepting, sure that Uncle Bob couldn’t really object to stopping for a cool drink.  She sat in the living room while Dana went in to mix the lemonade.  He returned and handed her a nice tall cool glass of lemonade and sat down next to her.  They discussed school and football and what there was to do in Biloxi. 

As her glass emptied, Holly began to feel woozy.  It felt a little like the time she’d tried marijuana.  She put her glass down, and in moments Dana was kissing her and unbuttoning her blouse.  She knew what he was doing was wrong, but she liked what he was doing, so she let him continue.  He quickly divested her of her blouse and bra and began squeezing her round breasts, licking all over, kissing and sucking her nipples.  She was becoming more and more excited as he began to unzip her skirt and pull both the skirt and her panties down.  When he had her down to only her shoes and socks, he stood up, saying he had to get a condom.  When he left the room, Holly suddenly remembered her uncle’s warning.  In the state she was in her only thought became,”Oh God, I’ve got to get out of here!”

She drunkenly stood and pushed her way to the front door.  She staggered outside in only her shoes and socks, reeling over to a tree for support before she lurched out to the sidewalk and began tottering her way to Uncle Bob’s house.  Dana saw her as she exited the house and started to go after her, but thought better of it by the time she reached the sidewalk.  It wouldn’t look great to be seen chasing a naked girl down the street.  He cursed his luck and put the condom back in his bureau drawer.

Holly, in the meantime, had reached Bob’s house and entered, still reeling from the pill Dana had put in her drink.  Carol, who was reading a book in the living room, issued a shriek, dropped her book and jumped out of her chair.

“What in God’s name have you been doing, girl?   Where are your clothes?  Your mother suggested you were a bit of a slut, but this beats all.”

All Holly could manage, in her drugged state, was, “I…I…don’t know…I…”

“Well I can tell you what’s going to happen when your uncle gets home.  You’ve never had a whipping like the one he’s gonna give you.”

Holly started to stagger to her room to get dressed, but Carol stopped her.

“Oh, no you don’t.  You stay and sit here just the way you are.  Uncle Bob will be home in a half hour and I want him to see just the way you came home.”

After a few minutes Holly began to cry as she began to realize the fix she was in.  Some of the past hour started coming back to her and she tried to make sense of it all.

“I..I.. stopped at Dana’s house…for some lemonade….Must have given me drug…Took my clothes off…”

“Don’t give me that.  We’ve known Dana since he was a baby.  He’d never do something like that.  You must have tempted him somehow.  You said you took off your clothes.  That would do it.  Slut!”

“No…He...took off…”

“Just shut up.  I don’t want to hear any more.  You can tell it all to your uncle.”

Chapter 4

Walking in the door Bob found himself staring at a near-naked Holly trying to cover herself as best she could and her aunt standing over her with her arms folded and a sour expression on her face.

“What the Hell is this?”

“Your niece arrived just as you see her from school.  She claims she stopped off to have some lemonade with Dana Loomis and took off her clothes.”

“N…n..no, you don’t understand…”

“I understand I told you last night you were not to associate with any boys, didn’t I?”

“Y…Y…Yes, but I think he…must have drugged me…He…”

“I’ve known Dana since he was a baby.  He wouldn’t try something like that.  Anyway, we’ll check that out later.  The main thing is you disobeyed me, you’ve apparently lied to me about it, which makes it even worse.  Now, get up and plop yourself across the dining room table.  Grab on to the far end of the table and let me see that ass right on the edge.”

Holly hesitantly rose, still trying to cover her nakedness, while Bob released his belt from his pants.  She slowly sidled over to the table, bending at the waist and, reaching across to the far side, pulled herself up, so that her buttocks were directly over the edge of the table.  And lovely buttocks they were.  Almost alabaster in color, with two cute dimples high up slightly below her waist.  She was attempting to hold her cheeks together by squeezing them as tightly as she could, but the first stinging bite of the belt across the middle of both cheeks made her forget her modesty, as she concentrated on trying not to cry.

Bob swung the belt back over his shoulder and brought it down again, just below where the first stripe had hit.  Holly drew in her breath and winced.  The third blow fell again almost directly below the second hit.  It was obvious that Bob had practiced such beatings many times before, as his aim appeared to be perfect.  That blow produced an exhalation from Holly and tears began to rim her eyes.

At this point, Lou came in from school, threw his books down and came over to stand by the table.  Holly’s eyes now started to stream tears and she let out a gasp.

“Oh, pleeeease, don’t let him see me.  Make him leave, please!”

“He’ll not only stay, he’s gonna help me in a couple of minutes, so you can just shut up!”  And he brought the belt down on her reddening cheeks just above the first stripe.  With the next blow, which hit the top of Holly’s buttocks, she let out a howl.  Her resolve not to cry or scream was short-lived and each new strike produced louder screams and the tears flowed down her face.

Bob started back on the lower portion of her rear end until he hit the divide between her buttocks and her thighs.  This caused Holly to screech and, letting go of the end of the table, she tried to wriggle off, at which point Lou grabbed her hands and held them tight.

Bob continued beating Holly up and down her legs and ass cheeks until he had delivered thirty blows.  Holly’s skin in the effected area was a burning red, and she was truly in agony.  Each blow brought frightful screams.

“Okay, Lou, let’s get her turned over on her back.”

“Nnnn…Nnno, no more. Oh, please don’t let him see my front.  Please!”

With both of them grabbing opposite ends they had her on her back in moments.  This was the first chance either male had had a chance to see what Holly’s figure  looked like.  She had a pair of pure white globes that stood out like beacons, because she had been working on her tan which covered the rest of her body, except the small area where her bikini top and bottom had kept the sun out.  Her breasts were not large, but could definitely be considered two handfuls, if the hand was fairly large.

Each breast was tipped by a cute rubbery pink nipple, whose length was in the neighborhood of half an inch.

She closed her eyes to shut out the sight of her cousin looking lecherously at her bare breasts.  As a result she didn’t see Bob deliver the first blow on her stomach.  Her reaction was to draw her knees up to her chest.  Bob ordered Carol over to hold her legs still, and delivered the next blow right across her navel.  Holly began to whimper, as the pain increased.  By the fifth blow, Bob had swung the belt to land just below her breasts.  It became obvious to Holly where the next blows were going to land and she twisted with all her might, but her strength was no match for her cousin’s and aunt’s.

The next blow hit high on Holly’s tits and Bob worked his way down until one landed directly on her nipples.  Even though she was beginning to get hoarse from screaming, the outcry she produced was overwhelming, and she began to gasp and her body began to spasm.  Bob kept striking her breasts, hitting the unmarked section below her nipples, before going back to those tender bits twice more, with similar reactions from Holly to those she had given on the first nipple blow.

Bob moved down her stomach below the navel until he reached the area where her legs divided.  Though he never hit her pubes, per se, the belt managed to land across her pubic area several times.  By the time he dropped his belt and let Lou and Carol know to release her, Holly’s front was a solid red.  Her bikini-covered areas were no longer alabaster, but an angry crimson.  When they let go Holly once again folded herself into the fetal position on the table.

“You get to bed right now, young lady, and I use that word loosely.  We’re going up to the Loomis’s right after dinner.  I want to get his story, but you can bet you’re on restriction from now on.  That little ass of yours doesn’t go anywhere except school and home until I tell you otherwise.  Now get to bed.”

Chapter 5

Holly was so sore it took her a while to get to sleep, especially since it was still light outside, but she finally drifted off into a light sleep.  She was awakened a couple of hours later.  It had gotten dark, but the sudden turning on of the overhead light awoke her immediately.  Standing over her with hands on hips, a scowl on his face, and fire in his eyes, was Uncle Bob.  She could see Lou standing in the doorway.

“I talked to Dana tonight.  He says he was walking home with you and you started putting the make on him.”

“No, I…” 

“Shut up.  He says you suggested the two of you go in his house since you knew your aunt was here, and he acceded.  When you got inside, he says he offered you some lemonade, and when he got it and came back in the living room with the glasses, you had already taken off all your clothes, except your shoes and socks and was lying on the sofa with your legs spread and fingering yourself.”

“That’s not true, Uncle Bob, I…”

“I said shut up!  Dana said just then he heard his mom’s car pulling into the garage in the back, and he told you that if she caught the two of you you’d both get it when his dad came home, and you jumped up and said ‘Oh, my God, if Uncle Bob hears about this he’ll kill me’ and ran out the door.  He said he picked up your clothes and ran to the door, but you were almost here by the time he got outside, so he brought your clothes back inside.  I have them downstairs.  You, Missy, have really done it now.  Get out of that bed, now!”

Holly had no sooner arisen from the bed than Bob grabbed her, sat on the bed, flipped her over his lap, yanked up her nightgown, pulled down her panties and started spanking her with all the force his hand could muster.  His hand quickly turned her already reddish behind into a scarlet mass of burning flesh.  Each blow brought a howl from Holly and tears flowed down her face in torrents.  At one point she tried to put her hands behind her to cover her buttocks, but Bob grabbed them in one hand and continued to beat her.  He stopped when his hand became too sore to continue, but he had been administering the spanking for over five minutes before he stopped.

He pushed Holly to the floor and strode to the light, turned it off and proceeded into the hall, but not before Holly caught sight of Lou standing in the hall with a broad smile on his face.

She slowly pulled herself up from the floor, pulled up her panties and climbed into bed.  It was some time before she drifted back to sleep, as the pain of her sore behind and the thoughts of injustice kept her awake.

The next day she had a terrible time trying to sit comfortably on the hard school desk chairs, a constant reminder of her unfair treatment by Uncle Bob the night before.  When school was done, Holly hurried home, lest she find herself in a similar situation to her previous afternoon.

When she walked in the front door, she saw Lou sitting comfortably on the living room sofa reading a copy of Playboy.  She asked if any one else was home, and Lou explained that today was one his mom’s three work days a week, and Edie was at cheerleading practice.  He suggested she sit down, as he wanted to talk to her.  She tentatively found a chair and sat.

“You really caught it last night, huh?  I can help you avoid some of that from now on, but you need to help me in return.”

“How?”

Lou unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis, which was semi-hard, and looked to be larger than she’d ever seen before.  Holly, disgusted, rose and started to leave.

“If you don’t want me to tell Dad you tried to put the make on me today, you’ll sit down and listen to me.”

Holly stopped in her tracks, turned back to Lou and stared at his hardening penis.

“Dad will believe me, if I tell him you tried to get me into the sack, so if you don’t want a repeat of last night, I suggest you get yourself over here and start sucking on this nice lollypop I have for you.”

“Well, I’m not giving you a blow-job, so go screw yourself!”

Holly turned and ran to her room and locked the door, wondering if she would be able to convince her uncle that she hadn’t done anything wrong.  She was startled when she heard the bedroom door handle being jiggled a half hour later, until she heard Edie’s voice asking if she could come in.

Holly opened the door to find Edie standing in her cheerleading uniform.

“Hi.  I need to get changed and shower before dinner.  We had a really sweaty session today.”

She brushed by Holly, removing her uniform as she moved to the clothes hamper.  In a moment she was standing before Holly totally naked.  It was Holly’s first time seeing Edie in the nude.  She had a slight frame, but her arms and legs were quite muscular.  Her sandy blonde hair streamed down her back, ending just short of her cute fattish buttocks.  In front, Edie’s breasts were smallish, but upstanding, with cute pinkish nipples which stood up like beacons.  Between her legs, the smallest tuft of blondish hair did little to hide the rather long slit of her vagina.

She grabbed a towel and went in to take her shower.  In minutes she was back out in the bedroom, toweling off, asking how Holly’s day had gone.

“Oh, Edie, I’m scared.  Lou was home when I got back from school and wanted me to give him a blow-job.  I told him ‘no’ and he threatened to tell your dad that I had tried to put the make on him.”

“Uhoh! That would explain why they were off in a corner speaking quietly when I came in.  I’m almost sure Lou was making up a story to get you in trouble.”

“What can I do, then?”

Before Edie could answer, Carol was calling them down to dinner.

“Just try to tell Dad your side of the story, but having been through this kind of thing myself, I’m afraid you’re in for it.”

Chapter 6

When she got to the dining table, she could see a smirk on Lou’s face and a scowl on Bob’s.  After she had seated herself, Bob spoke.

“Lou tells me you’ve been up to your old tricks again.  It’s bad enough that you’ll try to bed any boy that comes along, but to try to tempt your cousin, that’s incest!  I can’t believe you’d try to put the make on your own cousin.”

“What did he tell you?”

“We’ll discuss it after supper.  Hurry and eat.  It’s going to be a long one tonight.”

“But I didn’t do….”

“I said after dinner, slut.  Now eat!”

The rest of the dinner was eaten in silence.  Holly looked over at Lou occasionally and he continued to have a self-satisfied leer on his face throughout the meal.

When they finished, Bob had the women remove everything from the table and ordered Holly to remove all her clothes.

“Aren’t you going to let me tell you what happened, Uncle Bob?”

“Lou has already told me what happened.  Your mother was absolutely right about you.  You’re a liar and a chippy, but I told her I’d straighten you out, and, by God, I’m going to do it if it’s the last thing I do!”

“But Lou lied.  I didn’t…”

“Enough. Get those clothes off now or I’ll make it a lot worse.  NOW!”

Holly, crying now, began removing her blouse, as all eyes turned to watch her.  She continued with her shorts and, finally, with no choice, she removed her bra and panties.

Trying to shield herself, she put a hand over her pussy and an arm covered her tits.

“Get those hands down.  It’s too late to try to convince anyone of any modesty.  Sluts show themselves off, so I don’t want to see and more arms covering yourself.”

Climb upon the table and lie on your back.  Tears pouring down her face, Holly pulled herself up on the table.  When she lay on the table as ordered, she suddenly realized Bob had disappeared.  He returned a moment later with a can of shaving cream, a safety razor and a pair of scissors.

Holly immediately sat up, asking what he was going to do.

“Carol, grab her arms, and Lou, help me spread her legs.”

“No, no, please don’t…you don’t have to do that, please…”

Carol grabbed both her hands and pulled her down on her back, while Lou, still leering, and Bob managed to spread Holly’s legs to the full extent.  She felt like a wishbone on Thanksgiving Day.  Holding one leg, Bob proceeded to snip what little hair covered Holly’s pussy, before squirting the area with a dollop of shaving cream.

Spreading the shaving cream around to cover all of her vaginal area, he began shaving the stubble that remained, first the right lip, then the left and finally the area just above her slit.  Carol handed him a napkin, and he wiped what little cream that was left off.  Holly now looked like a five year old girl with nothing showing below but her long slit.

“Okay, turn her onto her back.”

In one motion, Holly found herself face down, her breasts being squeezed into the hard wood.  Lou and Bob pushed her up so that her whole body lay on the table.  Carol continued to hold Holly’s arms, while Lou kept both of her feet restricted.

“Please don’t, Uncle Bob.  I’m still so sore from yesterday.  Please!”

Bob pulled his belt from around his waist, and raising it high in the air brought it down with force on Holly’s still sore buttocks.  Having not seen the blow coming ,she let out a scream as the pain bore into her reddish skin.

The whipping continued, as Bob covered her reddened cheeks, moved down to her thighs and then back up, eventually reaching her shoulder blades.  The pain was doubly bad, because her skin had not yet been able to heal from the night before. Holly’s buttocks were the worst.  They began to swell and turn an ugly shade of crimson.  Holly was by now in a state of total hysteria, with tears coursing down her cheeks.  Her efforts to break loose were futile, but she bucked and wobbled in agony until Bob set the belt down and said, “All right, lets turn her back over onto her front now.

“Oh, God, no…pleeease, no more….Enough…I’ll be good, I promise..Oh please don’t…”

As Lou and Carol held their respective ends, Bob picked up the belt and started in on beating Holly’s thighs.  When he reached the upper part of her thighs, he paid special attention to her hips, occasionally managing to swipe the belt across her vaginal area, much to Holly’s chagrin and pain, as she continued to bellow and blubber.  On up her stomach he swept until he reached her breasts.  Once again, he spent a good deal of time belaboring her sensitive nipples, as her screams became much more pitiful and intense.  After some fifty strokes on her front, he finally threw down the belt.

“Don’t let her up.  I have one more thing to do.  Be back in a minute.”

Bob disappeared out the back door, after turning on the back light.  A minute or two went by, as Holly struggled half-heartedly for release, but her strength was pretty well sapped.  Bob returned wearing gardening gloves with four or five green plants in his grip.  It didn’t take Holly long to figure out he was carrying sprigs of poison ivy.  She tried, with all her might to break free, but Carol and Lou were too strong, and poor Holly finally gave up and began moaning pitifully.

Bob took one sprig and brought it to Holly’s midsection.  Her moans became more lamentable as she felt the sprigs being rubbed with force onto her whole vaginal area.  He was careful not to rub the poison ivy into the sensitive membranes of her vagina, but he covered both plump lips and the hairless area above with great care.

He then moved up to her breasts and taking two more sprigs of the greenery, he proceeded to start rubbing them all over both globes.

“Oh, no…please don’t…Ohhh…”

After he was sure he had covered the white part of her breasts, he started on the areola of each one, ending up by grabbing each thrusting nipple and squeezing the toxic plants into each bud, swirling around each until he was sure both nipples were totally pervaded.  With that he threw the plants in the trash can, took off his gloves and ordered Lou and Carol to release Holly.  She just lay on the table sobbing.

“Now, get to bed, girl!  Maybe you’ve learned your lesson by now, but I doubt it.”

Holly finally, in great pain, slid off the table, and, ignoring her clothes piled on the dining room floor, staggered up the steps to the bedroom.  She pulled the covers back and sank down on the sheet, making no attempt to cover herself.  She cried constantly now, and she was so sore from the beating that sleep would not come.

An hour or so later, Edie entered and began getting ready for bed.  Holly kept her eyes closed, but Edie knew she was still awake as she listened to her low moans and heard her crying.  She had apparently been instructed not to try to help Holly by rubbing any lotion on her.  Soon, after the light had been turned off and the door closed, Holly felt the other side of the bed sink down.  Then, totally surprised, she felt Edie’s naked body up against her back.  She could feel Edie’s breasts rubbing gently against her back.  Edie’s arm came over Holly’s and she felt Edie’s hand gently petting her left breast. 

“I’m so sorry, Holly.  What they did was awful.”

Edie’s hand began playing with Holly’s nipple, and, in spite of everything that had just happened, Holly felt her nubbin start to harden.

“Please don’t, Edie.  I hurt all over, and, besides, I’m not that way.”

Edie continued toying with Holly’s teat, enjoying the feel of the hardening nipple.

“That’s all right. Maybe, under the circumstances, if I get between your legs, I can make you feel a little better.”

“No, no, please don’t…,” and she took Edie’s hand and pushed it off her arm.  Edie continued to lie against Holly’s back.  Now her little breasts became hot against her still sore skin, and Holly asked her please to move over to her side of the bed.  Regretfully, Edie eventually slid away from Holly and went to sleep.  It was hours before Holly finally dozed off.

Chapter 7

Holly awoke as the sun was coming up and realized immediately that she had been scratching her breasts and vagina most of the night.  The itching was excruciating.  She didn’t want to make the itching worse, but it was all she could do to restrain herself.  Eventually she gave up and scratched.  She looked down at herself.  Her breasts were sore and reddish with myriad bumps covering the whole area.  Spreading her legs she looked down to see what used to be covered with a small tuft of hair was now covered with little bumps and scarlet circles around each bump.

She jumped out of bed and went into the bathroom.  Turning on the cold water, she forced herself to move under the frigid stream.  She was torn between the effect the icy water was having on her body and the relief she felt on her breasts and vaginal mound.  She had trouble acclimating herself to the cold water beating down on her body.  She could see the goose-bumps appearing all over her.  She looked down, and, had the situation been different, she might have laughed at the sight of her breasts with goose-bumps and poison ivy bumps fighting for space.  The cool water had brought her sore nipples to full erectness.  They stood like pink thimbles in the center of each round boob.  Eventually she found she couldn’t stand the cold water any longer and stepped out onto the floor.  For a moment she stood there shivering, before pulling a large towel from the wall rack.

She gently patted her tender areas and rubbed the rest of her body down.  Almost immediately she felt the interminable itching return.  She just couldn’t go to school today!  Everyone would watch her scratching her private areas and think she was trying to bring herself off.  But would they let her stay home?  She had her doubts.

She heard people stirring.  Already Edie was out of the room, so she put on her robe and slippers and went downstairs. As she descended she could feel the robe material rubbing against her itchy skin, making it even more difficult to keep from scratching.  Carol and Edie were serving Lou and Bob their breakfasts.  After a moment, she went and stood next to Bob’s chair.

“Please Uncle Bob, could I stay home from school today.  I itch something terrible, and I just can’t stand having anything rub against me.  My robe makes me itch like crazy.”

“Well, let’s see what we accomplished last night.” 

Holly drew the robe back to her shoulders, exposing her entire body.  Not content with just looking at the damage, Bob ran his hands over her breasts, paying particular attention to her nipples.  Eventually his hands moved down to her mound, and his examination was no less complete, as he ran one hand and then the other up and down the now hairless hillock.

“Yeah, I guess it would be better for today, maybe even for tomorrow, depending on how long it takes.  But I should have mentioned last night, slut, you are not to mention what happened last night to anyone, got it.  I’m not kidding.  I have a lot of friends in high places around here, and I wouldn’t hesitate to have you thrown into an institute for the mentally impaired, if you dare mention it to anyone.”

Holly was flabbergasted.  “On what grounds?”

“Nymphomania.  And don’t think I can’t get that charge to stick.  Now, do you understand me?”

Holly dropped her head and nodded.

“I want to hear you say yes, bitch.”

“Yes, sir.”

After breakfast Bob got ready to leave for work, and Lou and Edie left for school.  Today was one of Carol’s days off, so she told Holly to go on back to bed, and she began to do some housework.  Holly went to the bedroom, removed her robe and lay down on the bed naked.  It was torture trying to keep from scratching.  Eventually she fell asleep, having gotten little the night before.

She was awakened around 2:30 by Carol, saying she had some shopping to do and that she’d be back around five.  Holly acknowledged and immediately fell back to sleep.  She was awakened a half hour later by Lou, who was standing over her bed, rubbing his hands roughly over her tits.

She awakened with a start and immediately sat up in bed.

“Please don’t do that, Lou.  They itch like crazy.”

Lou sat on the bed and moved his hand down to her vagina and began scratching lightly.

“All right, kiddo.  I told you I’d get you in trouble, if you didn’t give me a blow-job.  Do you still think I can’t make it hard on you?”

“You bastard!  Haven’t you done enough?  What could you possibly tell your father at this point?”

“You’ve still got two holes that don’t have poison ivy on them.”

Holly’s mouth dropped open.  “Two holes…Oh, my God, you wouldn’t.”

“Oh yeah, I would.  And Dad will believe me, too.  Now are you prepared to give me that blow-job, or do we draw this out further?”

“Oh, please, Lou.  Don’t do this to me.”

“Shut up, baby, and come on over to this easy chair and get down on your knees.”

With this he rose and walked over to the chair, removing his pants and boxers as he went.  When he sat he pushed his torso over to the edge, so that his hardening penis extended over the front of the chair.  He grabbed his prick in one hand and fondled it a bit.

“NOW, Holly!”

Holly realized she had no choice at this point, knowing that Lou would have no trouble convincing his father that she had come on to him again.  She slowly dragged herself out of bed and, moving to the chair sank to her knees, facing Lou’s prick, not four inches from her face.

Reaching out her hand, she took it in her hand, trying to size up just how big it was.  She estimated it was probably around seven inches long , but not large in girth, thank God.  She massaged it for a few moments, before Lou grabbed a hank of her hair and pulled her mouth up to the head.

Holly reluctantly opened her mouth and began licking.  At least it tasted as if it had been washed fairly recently.  With more encouragement by grabbing one of her nipples and yanking her closer, she took the head in her mouth and sucked on it with some vigor.  Might as well try to get this over as soon as possible. 

Another yank on her sore nipple brought a moan from Holly and her mouth moved farther down on his prick.  She began to suck with some vigor, until another yank brought the head of his penis up against the back of her mouth.  She thought she could handle that, as long as he didn’t force it down her throat.  Holly tried to run her tongue over the underside of Lou’s rod, getting her mouth as full of saliva as she could.

The next yank verified her fears, and she felt the head trying to slip down her throat.  She immediately began to cough and gag, as Lou kept his prick buried in her throat for close to half a minute.

“Cawk…gock…unkkk…glup…”

She was convinced she would suffocate, just as Lou let go of her nubbin for a moment.  She sucked in air in gasps, as spittle dripped down her chin.  A moment later he grabbed her other nipple, and she was back to fighting for air, as he jammed her head down on his erection.

Holly’s hopes for a quick finish was not to be.  Lou was still putting her through the agony of choking and gagging after fifteen minutes, and she was weeping bitter tears soon after they began.  Spit bubbles and sputum were constantly dripping from her lips onto her breasts.

Finally she could sense that he was near the end as Lou began to pant and his jerking on her teat became more frantic.  Suddenly she felt a gush of sperm shooting down her throat, then another and another, until he released her head with a sigh.  A minute later he finally spoke, as she stared at his diminishing hard-on.

“Man, that was pretty good.  For a first time anyway.  I expect you to get better with time.”

“No, wait.  This was just a one-time-thing.  I’m not sucking you off any more.”

“Think what you like, Hon.  When I’m ready, you better come crawling.  The first time you don’t, I go talk to Dad.  Got it?”

Tears began to stream down Holly’s face.

“I’ll probably want some more after everybody’s in bed tonight.  I’ll let you know before we go to bed tonight.”

“I can’t do it when everybody’s home.  Edie will know where I’m going, and your parents might catch us.”

“We’ll wait until everybody’s asleep and we’ll be real quiet, won’t we?”

With this he pulled up his pants and walked out of the room. Holly put her head down on the chair and began to cry as she had never cried before.   

                

 

                       

 

      

                 

                 

 

Holly and the Ivy – Part 2: All in the Family

(If you haven’t read Part 1, I strongly suggest it)

True to his word, Lou sidled over to Holly after dinner and whispered, “Tonight, after everyone’s in bed, in my bedroom, and you’d better be there!”

Holly’s eyes sank to the ground.  She felt as though she’d just been socked in the stomach.  There was no way out of sucking Lou off, for however long he wanted.

She just had to find a way.  She went up to the bedroom and stripped off her clothes.  She stared at her body in the mirror.  Her breasts were still covered with poison ivy bumps, some of which she’d scratched in her sleep, and looked raw and still itched like crazy.  The same was true of her hairless pussy.  There were a number of raw spots right on the edge of her vaginal lips, and the lips themselves seemed swollen, apparently from rubbing in her sleep.

The thought of a repeat of the ivy application being repeated on her asshole, mouth,

and probably reapplication on her breasts and pussy lips was frightening.  She knew she’d go crazy with the itching.  There was just no way around giving Lou as many blow jobs as he wanted for however long as he wanted to continue.  And, God, she hated blow jobs.  So, resigned to her fate, she put on her nightgown and robe and went to watch TV with the family until it was bedtime.

She waited until she heard Bob and Carol go to bed, then waited until she heard Edie’s steady breathing, lying beside her, before she rose and crept to the bedroom door.  The door squeaked a bit as she opened it, and she looked back at the bed to check on Edie.  She seemed to still be sound asleep.  As quickly as possible she slid down to Lou’s room, opened it quietly, stepped inside, closed the door, and looked over at Lou’s bed.

Lou’s self-assurance was in evidence.  He lay totally naked, his legs spread wide, just waiting for Holly to join him.  As soon as he heard her shut the door he turned on the light.

“Can’t we do this in the dark, Lou?  I’m afraid someone will see the light under your door and come in.  Please,” Holly whispered.

“Hell, no!  I want to watch you slurp and gag on my boner, cocksucker.  Now, get over her, take off that nightgown and sit here on the bed next to me.”

Holly moved over to the bed, slipped her gown off and sat next to Lou.  He immediately pulled her over, so that he could take one of her nipples in his mouth.  He was not gentle in his ministrations, biting down and sucking roughly on the spongy protuberance.  She was scared he would open some of the poison ivy spots, which surrounded her nipples in abundance, but, in spite of that, the nipple hardened and she felt a slight pleasure from the constant sucking.  Lou moved over to the other nipple and began the same sucking and biting.  Holly’s one saving thought was that if he opened up any of the tiny blisters, the spreading poison might affect the inside of his mouth, as well.  That would be true retribution, if the inside of his mouth started to itch like crazy!

His interest in her tits lasted only a few minutes, and then Lou told her to move between his legs and start licking up and down his semi-hardened penis.  She did as he ordered and was soon licking up and down the shaft, as it gradually hardened.  When it had reached total erection, he ordered her to start licking his balls, so she spent the next few minutes attending to his ball sack.  Finally he told her to begin sucking, and she moved her mouth back to the head of his prick.

Holly sucked and sucked on the head, as Lou moaned occasionally.  He then grabbed her head and pulled it down on the rest of his penis.  For a few moments he let her gobble only half to three quarters of the length, but finally saying he knew she could take it all, he forced her warm wet mouth all the way, until her nose was brushing against his pubic hair.  She began to cough and choke, but he continued to force her head up against his stomach.  Now the head of his penis was being forced partially down her throat, and she struggled to breathe.  She received short respites, when Lou would pull her head back to the top of his prick, but, almost immediately, she would be back to gargling and sputtering, when he yanked her head, and her mouth surrounded his whole length.

When he did allow Holly’s head off of his prick entirely, great gobs of spittle and mucous ran from her mouth to the head of his penis, and large bubbles of spit lay on her tongue.  Soon she could tell Lou was approaching orgasm.  This was the worst part, for, when the orgasm started, Lou jammed her head against him and held it there while he groaned and spasmed.  Her head remained mashed against his pubic hair for what seemed like an eternity.  She could feel the semen squirting down her throat, but her major concern was her need for air.  She struggled to pull back for air, but Lou had a tight hold on the back of her head, and, soon, she felt she was going to black out.  Lou held her like this for over half a minute, and, finally, when he had completed what had been one of the deepest orgasms he’d ever had, he let her fall back.

Holly gasped for air, finally getting enough in her lungs to be able to breathe normally.  She lay back on the bed panting, still swallowing the slimy mucous and saliva she had been producing during the blow job.  Too soon, Lou ordered her off the bed.  She slid off and proceeded to slip her nightgown over her head.  Lou complimented her on her improved performance and reminded her he’d see her again the next night at the same time.  Holly took this as a life sentence and slowly wended her way back to her bedroom.  Edie was deep in sleep when she returned.  She slipped into bed and began to think about her predicament.  The more she thought about it, the more depressed she became, and she fell asleep with tears coursing down her cheeks.

Chapter 2

The following day Carol got a call early in the morning from her brother-in-law, telling her that her sister had been in a serious car accident, and asking if she could come up to Little Rock to take care of their kids.  Bob drove her up to Little Rock as soon as she could get packed, and returned that night.

As they all prepared to go up to bed, Holly received the expected order from Lou, and crept silently out of bed. Except for the creaking bedroom door, she managed to reach Lou’s room without making a sound.  Her subjugation was very similar to the previous night, except, to start with, Lou made her lick his asshole for five minutes or so.  The rest of the time spent with him was a rerun, except for the fact that she almost tossed her cookies during the process of having Lou’s penis forced past her uvula.  She managed to choke it back, and, as per usual, he shot his sperm deep down her throat.

Cowed, she crept back to bed after throwing her nightgown on.  However, as she crept toward the bed, in the moonlight from the window, she suddenly realized that Edie was wide awake, the covers were thrown off, and she was naked in the middle of the bed with her legs spread wide.  Holly suspected what was about to happen but tried to toss it off.

“Would you mind moving over to your side, please, Edie?”

“Don’t play games with me, Holly.  I know you’ve just come back from Lou’s room.  I know you went last night, too.  I saw you when you opened the door and it creaked.  I don’t know what you were doing with him, either screwing him or giving him blow jobs, but it’s my turn now, and, if you don’t do what I want, I’ll tell Daddy about it.  You just think he hurt you last time.  So come on.  Get in bed and crawl up here next to me.”

“Edie, you know I didn’t go see Lou voluntarily.  He made me blow him and he makes me come to him every night.”

“Doesn’t matter to me, Sweetie.  I need loving and you’re going to give it to me.  Take that nightgown off and get over here!”

Sheepishly and reluctantly, Holly moved over to the side of the bed, lifted her gown over her head and crawled in next to Edie.  Her head was immediately pulled over to Edie’s and she experienced her first girl/girl kiss.  Edie forced her tongue deep into Holly’s mouth with vigor, and, when Holly didn’t respond, she grabbed Holly’s already sore nipple and twisted.  Holly, totally surprised, let out a scream.  Edie immediately threw her hand over Holly’s mouth.

“Quiet!  Look, you’d better get with the program.  I don’t want a namby-pamby.  You kiss me back the way I kissed you, tongue me, got it.”

Holly nodded, and when Edie began to kiss her again, they swapped tongues for some time.  Holly didn’t find this repulsive, just strange and somewhat overwhelming.  After some time Edie pushed Holly down to her chest, and Holly knew what to do.  She latched onto one of Edie’s hard pink nipples and began suckling.  Knowing what she liked when her boyfriend had played with her breasts, Holly began licking the nipple, then the whole breast, moving back to her nipple occasionally to flick her tongue back and forth over the little nubbin.  Edie began to moan quietly, so Holly moved over to Edie’s other boob and repeated the process.  Edie’s moans became louder and Holly stopped to remind Edie that she needed to be quiet.  When she had completed her turn on both breasts, as she knew would happen, Edie’s arms pushed her further down on the bed and spread her legs as wide as she could get them.

With dread Holly climbed between Edie’s legs and began licking Edie’s thighs.  She came close to Edie’s vagina and then would move over to the other thigh.  After two or three minutes of this, Edie grabbed her head and pulled it to her waiting mound.  With little choice, Holly began licking up and down Edie’s slit.

As her excitement grew, Edie’s slit began to open, and the hood of her clitoris began to protrude.  When she noticed this, Holly started to lick around the hood, eventually managing to take the bulging clit in her mouth, running her tongue back and forth across the tip.

Edie became so excited, she began groaning loudly, and, once again, Holly had to pull herself away to shush her.  She returned to her chore until the door slammed open and the overhead light made them both sit up, to see Bob standing in the doorway, hands on hips and fire in his eyes.

Chapter 3

“You tramp!  You don’t care who you defile do you?  Male, female, relative… as long as you get pleasure, that’s all that counts, isn’t it?”

“No…no…I didn’t…”

“Don’t tell me.  I just caught you lapping my daughter’s pussy and you tell me you didn’t.  And as for you, Edith, you could have said ’No!’.  You just let her teach you how to be as nasty as she is?”

“No, Daddy.  She made me.  I didn’t want to, but she made me.”

“Well, I’ll take care of you first.  You could have screamed.  Since you didn’t, I’ll just have to try to beat some of the filth out of you!”

“No, Daddy, please.”

Bob sat on the bed and gestured for Edie to lie across his lap.  She knew better than to argue.  She’d been through this process many times before, and she knew begging would get her nowhere.  Nude and with bowed head, she placed herself over Bob’s lap.  Her white buttocks shone from the light above, her feet touching the floor on one side and her hands balancing her on the other side.

Splat! Smack! Splat!

Three swift spanks made her catch her breath with the force of their blows.  He rubbed his hand over her reddening hindquarters, almost gently, then repeated with three more blows, and gentle rubbing.  Her buttocks were beginning to turn pink as he continued this same process over and over.  Holly, standing nearby, watching, felt there was something very sexual about his stroking, though he was not touching her privates at all.  He continued for over ten minutes, his spanks becoming even harsher, if possible, and Edie’s poor cheeks were glowing red by the time he finished, and Edie was crying and groaning, pleading for him to stop, but to no avail.

When he was finished he dropped his legs and Edie slid to the floor, tears streaming down her face.  Holly turned and noticed Lou standing in the doorway with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Go to bed, Son.  This is no concern of yours.  Go! Now!”

Lou reluctantly turned and headed to his room.  Bob stood, and Holly could see that he was sporting a hard-on.  He ordered Edie to bed, grabbed the still naked Holly by the arm, turned off the light, pulled her into the hall, and slammed the bedroom door.  He then pushed her down the hall to his bedroom, shoved her into the room, shutting and locking the door.

Bob grabbed two pillows from the head of his bed and threw them in the middle of the bed.  Holly stood by the door, hunkered over, trying foolishly to cover her nakedness, petrified with what was soon to happen and knowing she had no recourse.  Fear produced a rash of goose-pimples all over her body.  Bob piled one pillow atop the other and ordered Holly to lie face down on the bed with her bald pussy positioned directly over the pillows.

Holly immediately sank to her knees, grabbing Bob’s pajama-clad legs, begging him not to beat her again, saying how sore she still was from the beating a couple of days before.  Bob reached down, grabbed a tuft of Holly’s hair and yanked up.  She was immediately standing in front of him, tears beginning to form in her eyes from the pain of her hair being yanked so hard.  With his other arm he swept his hand back and flashed it across her face.  Had he not been holding her by her hair, she would have fallen to the floor.  Instead, her face was smacked sideways and the pain of his slap had almost left her dizzy.

Bob turned her toward the bed with the force of his grasp on her hair, then pushed her.  She fell on the bed, and, with Bob’s harsh voice guiding her, she positioned herself as he had ordered earlier, so that her hips lay in prominence.  As she began to cry in earnest, she watched Bob go to his closet, strip his belt from his pants and return to the left side of the bed.  As he doubled over the belt, he mumbled something about showing bad little girls who corrupted members of his family the road to perdition.

His first lash fell upon Holly’s bare left buttock with a loud ‘SWACK’.  Holly’s response was a flow of tears and a heartfelt scream.  Bob continued up and down the left side of Holly’s body reaching as far down as the fold behind her knees and as far up as her shoulder blades.  The beating on the left side continued for close to ten minutes, as Holly’s screams became less and less vocal and more mournful.

Bob then moved over to the right side of the bed and began beating the side nearest to him.  The contrast between her two sides was huge, before he started the second half.  The skin on her left side was almost vermilion compared to the alabaster skin he was about to work on.

Within minutes the skin on the right side had darkened to a ruby red.  Holly in her frenzy to escape any more beating, tried, at one point, to slide off the pillows, but Bob grabbed her arm and held her in place.  When the color on both sides of her body matched, and Bob had expended the same amount of time to both, he dropped the belt and ordered Holly to get off the bed.

Crying vociferously, snot dripping from her nose, and the pain all over her back making it difficult to move, Holly tried to slide over to the edge of the bed on her front.  When she was finally able to force herself to an upright position, Bob grabbed both of her breasts in his fists and pulled her to him.  Holly once again screamed in pain.  The scream continued as he twisted both fleshy mammaries, first to the right, then to the left.  Still grasping her sore breasts he brought his face down to hers, until they were nose to nose.

He murmured, almost whispering, “Now you’re gonna do something for me that Carol won’t.”

Pulling down on her breast, he forced Holly to kneel, so that her face was level with his crotch.  She could see the evidence of his excitement poking at her from behind his pajama bottoms.  He let go of her tits and immediately pushed his pajama bottoms down.  Holly hadn’t seen many penises before, but she was sure this was the biggest she’d ever seen.  She couldn’t hold back a little gasp as the rigid penis tip touched her nose.

“Suck it, tramp!  With all your experience, I expect the best damn blow job I’ve ever had.  Now get busy.”

With no choice that wouldn’t involve another beating, Holly stuck out her tongue, and, grabbing Bob’s penis at the base, began to lick up and down, getting her saliva built up.  When she had covered his whole penis with her gooey spittle she moved back up to the head, opened her mouth and encircled it, rubbing her tongue around it, especially the sensitive under-side.  Impatient, Bob pushed his body forward, forcing more and more of his erection into her mouth.  She could feel the head of his penis brushing against the back of her mouth, and could see at least three or four inches still protruding from her lips.

The pressure of his thrusts eventually forced his prick past the back of her mouth into her throat and she began to gag and hawk until he pulled back a bit.  The rest of her ordeal consisted of trying to draw enough air in between withdrawal and insertion to keep from choking.  Once or twice he jammed his glistening erection deep into her throat and held her head against his pelvis.  Finally he pulled out totally, sighed deeply, held her head in both hands, and she felt sperm spurting out over her eyes and nose, dripping down eventually onto her breasts.  He ordered her to scoop as much of it up as she could and swallow it.  When she did, she tasted the salty bitterness for the first time and hated it.  Bob gave her several tissues to clean herself with.  He pulled her to her feet and smiled down at her.

“That was good, whore.  I think we’ll have an encore every night until Carol gets back from her sister’s, and then we’ll find ways to do it when she’s out shopping.

You’ve got a talented mouth and we might as well keep it busy.  Now, go on back to your bedroom and get to bed.”

Holly unlocked the door and stumbled down the hallway.  Opening the bedroom door as quietly as possible, she stole into the room, searched for her gown, in great pain slipped it on and sank into the bed.

“Sounded like you got quite a beating.  Did he do anything else?”

“Go to sleep, Edie.  I’m too tired to talk.”

In actuality, Holly was wide awake and tears welled in her eyes, once again.  Life had become impossible.  She had to do something.  But what?  If she remained here she could look forward to constant blow jobs and lesbian encounters with her uncle and two cousins for as long as she remained.  The thought was overpowering.  She had to leave.  The sooner the better.

A couple of hours passed.  Holly was still wide awake, having decided to leave before anyone awakened.  She had no idea where she’d go or what she’d do, but she had to go.  At around 4 a.m. she slowly rose, put on a fresh set of underwear and a dress.  She picked up her sneakers and stole down the steps.  She didn’t think she had time to find her suitcase and pack any other clothes and couldn’t take a chance on wakening anyone, so she crept out the front door, put her sneakers on and began walking into the darkness.  She knew she had to get as far away from the house as she could before they awoke, found her missing and began looking for her.  She thought it would be safer to take one of the back roads and began walking.  She just knew nothing could be as bad as staying in that house.  She was wrong.                         

    

           

Holly and the Ivy – Part 3: Out of the Frying Pan…

(If you haven’t read Parts 1 and 2, I suggest you do)

Caroline Painter was returning home from dropping her husband, Paul, off at work at his pharmacy.  It was 7:30 a.m.  She had taken one of the back roads to avoid what little rush-hour traffic there was in Biloxi, when she saw a young girl sitting on a mound by the road crying her eyes out.  She immediately pulled to the side, stopped, and ran back to see if she could help.

When she reached Holly, she asked if there was anything she could do.  Holly’s cries became even more pitiful, she cupped her hands over her face and sobbed.  Caroline squatted beside her, put her arm on Holly’s shoulder and tried to console her.  Eventually, Holly’s tears subsided enough to explain that she had run away from her uncle’s house, because she had been beaten and abused.  When Caroline asked for details, Holly burst into tears once again.

Caroline asked when she had last eaten and Holly explained she hadn’t eaten since last night’s supper.  Caroline rose and pulled Holly to her feet.

“Come on.  You’re coming home with me.  I’ll fix you some breakfast and you can tell me all about it.  Your uncle won’t be able to find you if you’re off the road, and you can stay with me and my husband as long as you want.”

Caroline got Holly in the car and took off for home.  When they pulled up, Holly noticed the house was a modern two-story brick house with a two-car garage, and was very nicely landscaped.  Caroline showed Holly into the living room and told her to relax while she fixed breakfast.  Holly was impressed with the decoration and the antique furniture.  For the first time since she had left Bob’s house in the early morning hours, she began to relax.

A few minutes later Caroline called her into the kitchen for breakfast.  She had fixed juice, scrambled eggs and toast.  Holly gobbled it all down in minutes.  While she ate Caroline was able to question her about her circumstances at her uncle’s.  She seemed aghast, when Holly told her of the beating with the belt by her uncle, the episode with the poison ivy, and the blow jobs she had been forced to give her uncle and cousin and the lesbian episode with Edie.  When she finished her tale of woe, Caroline went to Holly and embraced her, telling her she could stay and be their “daughter” as long as she wanted, that she could have her own room, and, to avoid any possibility that her uncle might check around, she wouldn’t even have to go to school, at least for a good while.  Holly was so appreciative she hugged Caroline and began crying again.

“Now, why don’t we have a cup of coffee and then you can go take a nice hot shower.  I’ll show you your room, which has its own bath.  I imagine you’re tired, so after your shower you can take a nap.  Now, let me go fix our coffee.”

Holly didn’t notice that it was taking Caroline a while to pour two cups of coffee.  She was so excited that she had escaped her awful relatives and had found a wonderful couple, who were willing to take her in.  Eventually, Caroline returned with the cups and they chatted about this and that as they sipped.  Caroline asked why Holly didn’t have a suitcase, and Holly explained that in her hurry to leave she was afraid someone would hear her before she was able to escape.  Caroline explained she’d have to go and buy some clothes for Holly tomorrow. 

“In the meantime, you can sleep in one of my nightgowns.  You’re much bigger than I am in all the right places, but I think we can make do for the time being.  Everything I have is a petite.  My bra size is 34-A and you have nice large breasts.  What size bra do you wear, dear?”

“Well, I think I’m still growing, but the bra I have on now is a 36-B.”

When they finished their coffee, Caroline showed Holly her room with a nice big double bed, just for her, and the bath.  Caroline turned on the shower for Holly, showed her where the towels and washcloths were and went to get her one of her nightgowns.  When she returned Holly had stripped down to her bra and panties, and Caroline had her first real opportunity to size the teen-ager up.  Long legs, shapely hips, nice breasts, a pretty oval face with blue eyes, pouty lips, dimples and shoulder-length dirty blond hair.  Holly went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Caroline immediately went downstairs to the phone and dialed Paul at work.

“Babe, have I got the surprise of a lifetime for you.  I picked up a gorgeous teen-ager by the side of the road this morning.  Turns out she ran away from her uncle’s house, because they had beaten her and abused her in all sorts of ways.  I told her she could stay with us as long as she likes.  She can’t go to school, because of the chance her uncle will find her.  I just ground up a sedative in her coffee.  I thought you could bring home some of those female hormone pills that act like Viagra on women and some birth control pills, and we can keep her sedated and horny as long as we want to.  What do you say, Lover?”

“You had to call me and tell me eight hours before I can come home?  Thanks a lot.  My car will be ready in the shop by the time I get off.  I’ll try to get home as early as I can.  You’ve outdone yourself, Babe!”

Caroline went back upstairs and waited for Holly to come out of the bathroom.  When she did, she had wrapped a big towel around her.  She removed it to put on the nightgown and Caroline noticed the marks on her back.  She came over to take a closer look.

“Oh, Honey, he really beat you bad, didn’t he?  My God, your back is covered with welts and red blotches.  How awful!”

“Yeah, it still hurts a lot, but the shower helped a lot.”

“And your vagina is totally devoid of hair.  Did you do that, or did they?”

“My uncle cut off all my hair down there just before he rubbed the poison ivy all over it and my breasts.”

“How terrible!  I can see the bumps all over your pussy and breasts.  What awful people.  Well, try on my gown and then you can lie down.”

“Yeah, I started to get real sleepy while I was in the shower.  I guess everything’s catching up to me finally.”

It was a bit of a struggle to get the nightgown on, because it was so much smaller, and when she had it on, it looked like a doll-baby gown.  Holly’s breasts pulled the gown up three or four inches, so that the bottom hem fell just below her crotch.  It was a little tight, but Holly was just glad to have something to wear to bed, and Caroline assured she would go the next day and pick out some clothes for her, since she needed to stay inside, so no one could find her.

Holly climbed into bed and was asleep almost immediately.  Caroline went downstairs to do her housework and gloat.

Chapter 2

Paul closed the pharmacy a half hour early and rushed home.  Caroline met him at the door and jumped into his arms.  They kissed feverishly and Paul carried her into the living room. 

“Where is she?”

“She’s still asleep.  I may have given her a bit too much sedative.  I wanted to make sure you got home with the goodies before she woke up.”

“Let’s take a quick look, and then we can get her downstairs for dinner.”

They went to Holly’s bedroom, where they found her sound asleep still, with the sheet pulled up to her chin.  Caroline went over and quietly removed the sheet, and Paul saw the shapely figure of their new captive.  He was also able to see her totally clean-shaven mound, as her nightgown had ridden up to her stomach.

“Wake up, sleepy-head.  It’s almost time for supper.  Did you have a good sleep?”

Holly slowly opened her eyes and then, in alarm, she sat up on her elbows, before realizing that she was safe and had escaped her uncle’s cruelties.  With a sigh, she lay back on the bed, half closing her eyes.

“Ooh, I had a wonderful sleep, thank you.  I still feel like I could go right back to sleep.”

  She was still so out of it that she was totally unaware of the fact that, when she stretched, her legs opened and Paul and Caroline were able to see her vaginal slit open slightly.  Caroline reached over and playfully pulled her up to a sitting position and helped her out of bed.  She didn’t offer Holly a robe, and Holly was still sedated enough that she didn’t even realize how uncovered she was. 

The three descended to the dining room, where Paul got Holly seated and he and Caroline began bringing dinner over to the table.  By the time they were ready to sit down, Holly’s head had slumped down to her chest, and she was snoring slightly.

“Yeah, I think we need to cut the sedative back to a third as much tonight, or we’ll be playing with a zombie.  Also, I think I’m going to call Donnie over to do his medical thing again.  And with the hormone pills, we can add a twist or two, I think.”

“Whatever you think, Baby.   I can’t wait to get started.”

Caroline shook Holly awake, long enough for her to take a few bites, and then her head lowered to her chest again.  Paul suggested they finish their supper, then mix the pills in with some chocolate milk for Holly and put her to bed for the night.  Paul did the mixing, combining a bit of sedative with a birth control pill and a double dose of the female Viagra medicine.

After getting her to drink the whole glass down, Paul helped her up the stairs to her bed, taking numerous opportunities to feel her breasts through the thin material of her gown.  Holly was impervious, barely able to mount the stairs, tripping occasionally, with Paul catching her, often by grasping one or the other breast in the process.  When he got her to bed and covered up, he headed for the phone and called Donnie.  Donnie was a medical assistant, whose job at the hospital was to sterilize the instruments, take stock of the medical supplies and reorder those items that were running low, prepare the O.R. before operations, and the like.

“Donnie, we got another one! Some teen-ager who was being mistreated by her uncle’s family, ran away this morning, and Caroline found her and brought her home.  She’s sedated now, but I’ve given her the female hormone pill, and a birth control pill, and I need you to play doctor for us, and share in the booty, pun intended.  I think we need you to be an OB-GYN this time.  We need to convince her the sex drive she’ll be experiencing is coming from the fact that she psychologically enjoyed what they were doing to her, and she needs to punish herself by being mistreated and humiliated.  We can work the rest out as we go along.“

“Hey, sounds great, Paul.  Can’t make it ‘til tomorrow night, though, is that okay?”

  See you then, Buddy.”

Chapter 3

Holly was sound asleep when they went to wake her at 7:30 the next morning.  Paul wanted to see how the drug was working before he went to work.  When he pulled back the sheet this time, not only was Holly’s bare vagina in full evidence, but there was a huge wet spot right below it, and her finger was firmly inserted in her pussy.

Paul shook her awake, and she got an odd look on her face, then realized where her hand was and immediately jerked it away from her pussy with an embarrassed ‘Oh, my!’.  She immediately tried to pull the gown down over her crotch, with little success.

“Time to get up, Kiddo.  Why don’t you take a shower and come on down to breakfast.  We’ll get things started.”

Paul and Caroline smiled to one another and went downstairs.  Holly had the oddest feeling she’d ever had.  The area around her pussy felt as if someone had been running a vibrator back and forth from one end of her crack to the other.  As she got out of bed, every nerve in her body was centered on that area between her legs, and each movement stimulated her.  She removed her gown and looked at her nipples.  They were as hard as rocks.  She felt her breasts, and just her fingers touching the skin started little sparks of excitement all over.

When she got in the warm shower, the beating of the water on her back became tiny tingles all over.  She knew she shouldn’t, but she extended her finger down to her pussy and immediately found her erect clitoris begging for attention.  She didn’t disappoint it and soon she was rubbing away with vigor.  It took her less than a minute to climax, but, as she removed her finger, it was as if she hadn’t relieved herself at all.  The desire to orgasm again immediately was uppermost in her mind.  She forced herself to concentrate on showering and with great effort she finished.

When she got out and started drying herself the feeling swept over her again, and it was all she could do to refrain, especially when she tried to dry herself between her legs.

Not only was this constant desire to bring herself off bothering her, but she felt as if she’d be very happy to just go back to bed and sleep another three or four hours.  She had to choose between wearing the clothes she arrived with or the nightgown, and while she wouldn’t have minded Caroline catching a glimpse of her bare pussy once in a while, she didn’t think it was right to let Paul see her charms any more than he had already.  So, she decided to put on her old clothes.  Fighting the excitement of just having her clothes brushing against her genitals and breasts, she descended to the dining room.

Breakfast was ready on the table and Paul and Caroline had already started.  When she sat down, an itch began working its way between her legs and it was all she could do to keep from dropping her finger down to the area to pleasure herself.  What was wrong with her?

“Did you sleep well, Holly.”

“Yes, thank you, but I’m still so tired.  I don’t know what’s the matter with me.”

“Well, you’ve had a stressful time lately.  That must be it.”

They finished eating and Caroline asked Holly if she’d like some coffee.  Holly said she wasn’t used to drinking coffee, so she didn’t think so.

“Oh, I insist, Dear.  It’ll help you wake up.”

Holly finally agreed and Caroline went into the kitchen and returned minutes later with a tray with three cups.  She made a point of handing Holly’s to her.  After they had finished, Paul rose and said he had to get to work.  Caroline rose and kissed him goodbye, asking Holly to take the dishes into the kitchen.  As she rose to put the dishes on the tray, both Paul and Caroline noticed the back of Holly’s dress was sopping wet down by her buttocks, as was the chair she’d been sitting in.

After Paul had left and Holly had returned to the dining room, just before she sat down, Caroline threw a question to her.

“Honey, you seem to have a problem.  I noticed your dress and your chair are sopping wet.  Is something the matter?”

Holly, embarrassed, sat and turned a nice shade of pink.

“I’m sorry, Caroline.  I don’t know what the matter is, but I seem to be all excited this morning.  I’ve never felt like this before.”

“Well, maybe it’ll go away shortly.  Otherwise, I think we need to look into the problem.  Okay, I’ve got some grocery shopping to do, and then I’ll stop by a clothes store and see if I can find you some other clothes.  I’d take you along, but we don’t want to take a chance on any one seeing you.  While I’m gone I’d like you to rinse the dishes off and make your bed.  If you’re going to be our ‘daughter’ you need to take some responsibility around here.  See you in a couple of hours.”

Holly moved into the living room after Caroline left and sat in the big easy chair.  She had no sooner settled in the chair than those feelings of sexual desire started tingling, and she could feel her breasts tightening up and her nipples hardening again.  Her determination to fight the desire to play with her clit lasted about thirty seconds, and she pulled off her dress and underwear and sat once again, totally naked and itching to relieve that craving in her breast and pussy.  She knew she had at least two hours before Jean got back, plenty of time to get herself off at least a couple of times, and her clothes were making the itching twice as bad. One hand went to her breast, where she grabbed one of her rigid nipples and began twisting it.  The other hand disappeared between her legs and soon she was moaning and shaking in ecstasy.  This time her orgasm took a couple of minutes to complete.  But, as before, she had no sooner finished her first, than she started on a second and then a third.  By the end of the third climax she was totally exhausted and fell into a deep sleep, with her hand still planted between her lower lips.

Chapter 4

And that is how Caroline found her an hour later.

“My God, Holly!  What is with you?”

“Huh! Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry.  I just have this feeling all over my body all the time… this sexy feeling and I can’t control myself.”

Holly jumped up and threw her clothes on.

“Well, it’s obvious you have a problem and we need to get to the bottom of it.  I’m going to call Paul and have him call a doctor who’s a good friend of ours.  We’ll get him to come out here, maybe tonight, and talk to you.”

“Oh, no, no…I’d be too ashamed.  Please don’t.”

“No dear, we need to find out what’s causing this and see if we can find a solution to your problem.  This guy’s a sweetheart.  He’s an OB-GYN, and I’m sure he can figure out what’s going on here.”

Caroline went into the kitchen and called Paul and told him what had just happened.  Paul chuckled and said the scenario was perfect for their little session tonight and hung up.

Caroline went back into the living room and presented Holly with a large bag, telling her these were a few of the clothes she’d gotten for her and to go on and try them on now.  Holly wanted to go to her room, so Caroline humored her by following her there.

The first thing Holly picked out of the bag was a bathing suit, if you could call it that.  It basically consisted of three small triangles.  Holly, in her modesty, tried to say it was too small for her, but Caroline pointed out that no one would see her using it in their pool in the back and to try it on.  Holly complied, removing all of her clothes.  The bra part was, in fact, just large enough to cover her nipples, and her breasts hung out below each triangle, as well as on both sides.  The bottom triangle was just large enough to cover her pussy in the front and acted as a thong in the rear.  Caroline said she looked wonderful.  The next thing she found in the bag were three bras, which Holly could tell immediately were far too small for her.  She checked the size and found they were all size 34-A, Caroline’s size.

“Oh, how stupid of me!  I meant to get your size and picked out mine by mistake.  Well, I’ll just keep these, and get you some in your size the next time I get over that way.  Anyway, try on the panties I got.  I’m sure they’ll fit.”

Holly pulled one out and it too looked too small, but Caroline insisted she try it on.  She struggled to pull the panties above her thighs, they were that tight.  When she finally got them over her hips, the material clung to her like a second skin, and the front panel covering her pussy was diaphanous.  Because she had no hair to cover it, her slit stood out, to the point that her plump lips were fully in evidence.

“I couldn’t wear these, Caroline.  It’s like I don’t have any covering at all.”

“Nonsense!  Who’s going to see you in them, except maybe me.  They’ll be fine.  But I notice your pussy is dripping fluid again.  You’d best get a washcloth and wipe yourself.”

“I’m so sorry.  This has never happened to me before.”

Holly removed the panties, went into the bathroom, ran a cloth under the water and swiped the length of her vagina.  All that did was to make her hornier than she had been.  She returned to the bedroom, nude, carrying the soiled panties.

“I feel so tired again.  I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

“Well, we’ll ask Don, the doctor, about that tonight, too.  He’s coming for dinner.  Now, try on the PJ’s I got for you, and you can sleep until dinner.”

Holly pulled the last two items out of the bag.  They were identical except for color, one bright red and the other a pale blue.  Both were baby-doll pajamas.  The bottoms were smaller than most panties, barely reaching up to cover half of her buttock cheeks.  The tops buttoned in the front and hung some three or four inches below her breasts.  When she raised her arms the bottoms of her breasts appeared.  She was too tired to argue.

Caroline tucked Holly in, in her new PJ’s and went downstairs.  She had no sooner left the room than Holly had slid the bottoms down and had her fingers busy pleasuring her dripping cleft.       

  

Chapter 5

Caroline woke Holly at six, saying that their friend, Don had arrived and it was time to come down for supper.  She then apologized to Holly.

“I’m so sorry, Holly.  I wasn’t thinking about Don coming, and I put your dress and underwear in the washer about 15 minutes ago, so I guess you’ll have to wear what you have on.”

“But these are PJ’s.  I can’t wear those in front of a stranger, Caroline.”

She climbed out of bed, and Caroline saw the big wet spot in the center of the bed, as well as one on the back of Holly’s PJ’s.

“Well, you don’t have anything else to wear.  You’ll have to change to the other pair I got you, anyway.  The ones you have on are all wet in the back.”

“Oh, goodness.  What’s happening to me?”

“Well, that’s what we’re hoping Don can find out.  He won’t care what you’re wearing, anyway.  He’s seen thousands of women in a lot less.  Besides, he’ll probably want to examine you after supper.”

“You mean in the nude?  Oh, I couldn’t.”

“That’s what he does, Honey.  How can he tell what the problem is if he doesn’t examine you?  Come on, get changed and come on down.”

Caroline went downstairs and a few minutes later Holly followed in her red PJ’s.  All eyes were watching her as she shyly walked into the living room.  Don rose to greet her, introductions were made, and they all went into the dining room.

“Paul and Caroline have been telling me some of what you’ve been going through over the last week, Holly.  I’m just horrified that people could be so cruel.  They ought to be put on trial, but then you’d have to be dragged into it all, and I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Caroline brought in the food and they all began to eat, with Don speaking gently to Holly, eventually convincing her that he was there to help her.  Paul built up Don’s credentials, telling Holly a totally made-up background, the number of medical schools he’d been to, the awards he’d won.  He ended up telling her that Don had also specialized in psychology and psychiatry, and was, therefore, in a good position to diagnose any psychological problem she might be having.

When dinner was over and the table had been cleared, Don explained that he hoped Holly didn’t mind, but he really needed to examine her physically.  She blushed and agreed.  Don went and brought in his little black bag, which he had borrowed from the hospital where he worked, without permission.

“Now, I think the best thing to do is for you to strip down and get up on the table.”

Holly blushed, rose, and removed first the top piece and finally skinned out of the bottoms.  Caroline took the opportunity to mention that she had wet the chair and her panties.  Holly was mortified, as Caroline announced she’d get a cloth to wipe off Holly’s legs.  She returned a moment later, squatted down and asked Holly to spread her legs.  Holly turned several shades of red, as she complied and Caroline wiped off the excess moisture which was running down Holly’s legs.

Paul helped her up on the table and assisted her in lying down on her back with her legs hanging down on one side.  Don removed a stethoscope and began moving it around on Holly’s chest, favoring areas on her breast, where no self-respecting doctor would ever check, but it gave him ample opportunity to check out the round softness and her taut nipples.  He then put the stethoscope down and began feeling her breasts, squeezing them gently and rubbing them all over.  Paul and Caroline watched with interest and smiled when Holly began letting out small moans.

“Now I’m going to test the sensitivity of your breasts, Holly.”

He grabbed one of them and squeezed hard, twisting the breast slightly.  Holly squealed in pain.

“That hurts, does it?”

“Oh, yes.  A lot.”

Well, let’s try the other one.”

He then moved over to the other breast, squeezed even harder and added a bigger twist.  Holly screamed.

“Was that worse?”

“Oooh, yes.  Please don’t do that again.”

“I thought so.  Okay, now your nipples.  They seem to be in full erection.  Is this normal for you?”

“No, it started this morning.  Now they’re hard all the time.”

Don tested both nipples for several minutes, rolling them in his fingers, squeezing them lightly, and finally twisting them clockwise and counterclockwise.  Holly, of course, began moaning with the manipulation, finally crying out when he twisted them.

“Let’s move down to the apparent problem area.  First I need to take your temperature.  Please raise your legs up to your chest, hold them behind the knees and spread them apart as much as possible.  That’s good.  Now, let me slip this thermometer in your anus, like so.”

Holly, already totally embarrassed by the fact that everyone was staring at her most secret places, turned red with the insertion of the thermometer in her rear end.

“I’ve never had it taken down there. Couldn’t you take my temperature orally?”

“Normally, yes.  But we get a more accurate reading when we can take it as close to the problem area as possible.  Since you are issuing so much fluid from your vagina, this will give us a better reading.  Now, while we’re waiting, let me get the speculum out, and grease it up.  I assume you are not a virgin, are you?”

“Uhh…no I’m not.”

“Okay, let’s check the temp now.  98.6 degrees.  Perfect.  Now, let’s insert the speculum.  First, let me put my rubber gloves on, put some grease on, and insert one finger, now two, now three, and four…”

“Oh, that hurts.”

“Okay, let me roll them around a little and…”

“You’re hurting me. Oooh…”

“Now we should be able to insert the speculum with no problem.  Here we go.  See, it’s slides right into place.  I turn this little screw and the speculum expands, and expands, and expands…”

“Ouuu…now you’re hurt me again.”

“One more turn and…Voila!  Come look, you guys.  See, there’s her cervix, and her uterus and up there are her fallopian tubes.”

As the three of them bent to look up her vagina, Holly felt as violated as she had ever been, and she involuntarily squirmed on the table, even as the sexual feelings began running through her body.

“Hold still, please, Holly.  I don’t see any inconsistencies here, but you are exuding an inordinate amount of fluid.  Are you enjoying this examination?”

“Nnno…definitely not.”

“And yet you’re definitely showing signs of intense sexual excitement.  Interesting.  Now, I’m going to remove the speculum, and check another part.  Your clitoris seems to be fully extended.  If I rub it slightly, are you….”

“Ohhh, God… Ummm… Ahhh…Oh, Jesus…I’m coming…OOOOOOhhhh.”

“And yet I barely touched you.  What happens if I squeeze it like this…”

“Ohhh, Goddd…It’s happening again…Oh, my Godddd…OOOOOhhhh.”

“All right.  Now put your feet on the edge of the table and relax, while I ask you some questions.”

Holly, relieved at finally being able to close her legs, placed her feet on the edge of the table.

“No, leave your legs apart.  I need to watch any vaginal reactions while I’m asking the questions.  Let me get my pad out here, and my pencil and do some jotting down of your answers.”

So Holly remained totally exposed while the questioning went on and Caroline and Paul sat directly behind Donnie, looking through her legs, as he queried.

Chapter 6

“Now, what was your first sexual experience, Holly?”

“I guess when I was nine or ten, there was a boy who lived next door, and we got together in his house in the cellar and played “Doctor”.  He was twelve I think.  He got me to take off my clothes and examined me thoroughly, especially my…”

“You can call it a vagina or, if you’re more comfortable, pussy.”

“My pussy.  He pulled the lips apart and that was about all he did.  Then he pulled his pants and underpants down.  His …”

“Penis?”

“Yes, penis was almost hard and he asked me to rub it for a bit.  I started and it got all the way hard.  That was when his mother caught us.  She blamed me for tempting her little boy, spanked me hard and made me get dressed and go home.  Then she called my mother and I got another spanking from her.”

“Did you get pleasure from seeing and feeling his penis?”

“Yes, I guess I did.  I’d never seen a real one before and it was exciting to be doing something secret.”

What about your next sexual encounter?  How old were you.

“I guess I was fourteen, and I was going with a boy from school, who was 16 and could drive his dad’s car.  My mom didn’t know I was seeing him.  We used to go out in the car to a secluded spot in the woods, and we’d undress each other, with a lot of kissing and such.”

“Explain kissing and such, please.”

“Well…you know, kissing on the lips…”

“Using tongues, too.  Don’t leave anything out.  It could be important.”

“Yes, kissing with tongues, and then he’d kiss my breasts and suck on my nipples, and…Oh, why do you have to know all this?”

“Because there may be something you did that has a relation to your current problem.  I have to know it all in order to make that analysis.  Go on.”

“Gosh,…and then he’d stick his finger in my vagina and eventually rub my …clitoris until I had a climax.  I’d give him a ..hand-job, and usually brought him to a climax, until he got me so hot one night, that he took my virginity.  We didn’t think about the possibility of my getting pregnant then, but from the on he always had a condom.”

“How old were you then?”

“I think I was 15 then.  We used to make love a couple of times a week.”

“Did he ever perform cunnilingus on you or did you ever give him fellatio.”

“No, he never licked me.  I gave him a … blow-job once, but I didn’t like it, and I never did it for him again.”

“How long did you go with him?”

“Until my mother caught us in bed together.  That was when she sent me down here to live with my uncle.”

Now, getting back to his playing with your breasts.  Do you find yourself particularly sensitive in that area?”

“Oh yes.  A few times I almost had a climax when he sucked on my nipples.”

“Now then, tell me about all that happened to you when you were living with your uncle.  Everything in detail.”

Holly then related the various episodes that had occurred with Dana, Lou, Edie and her uncle.  Any time she glossed over the details, Don would make her go back and tell him every little point.  Don would make marks in his little black booklet as if he was making note of everything.  When she finished, he sat back and told her to sit up on the table.

“Did you enjoy any of these experiences at your uncle’s, Holly?”

“Oh, God, no.  I hated it all!”

“I thought you would say that.  Now, listen carefully, because this gets complicated.

What you have is a classic case of Phillips/Anderson syndrome.”

Caroline and Paul looked at each other with tiny smiles, because they knew that Phillips was Donnie’s last name and Anderson was the maiden name of his ex-wife.

“All of those things that happened to you at your uncle’s, your conscious mind is saying you hated, but your sub-conscious mind is relishing in them.  In essence you really enjoyed every bit of what happened, but your conscious is saying “No, they were awful…”

“But they were!”

“Hear me out.  This is why you are constantly at the edge, sexually, because your conscious and sub-conscious are in opposition, and you sub-conscious is winning.  The reason you’re so sleepy all the time is that your mind doesn’t want to deal with this conflict.  If you’re asleep, then you don’t have to deal with the problem, at least while you’re sleeping.  But even when you’re sleeping you’re having those liquid emissions, which tells me your sub-conscious is winning, even when you’re sleeping.   

Caroline chimed in with, “Gee, that makes a lot of sense.”

“Well, I’ve seen a number of cases just like this one.  I just finished with a patient that had been dealing with something similar.  She was married, but had a lover who was abusing her, doing terrible things to her breasts and vagina, so that she would have to put her husband off in the love-making department until she healed.

Turned out she actually enjoyed what her lover was doing.  Took a long time to straighten her out.”

Paul asked, “How long does it usually take to cure these cases?”

“Oh, it varies, with how hard the patient really wants to be cured.  Sometimes it’s only a couple of months, and sometimes it takes a year or so.” 

“But how do you cure someone?”

“Well, they have to go through all the experiences their conscious is telling them they hate. as often as possible, until their conscious mind finally realizes that they really do like them.  The problem, usually, is that the patient wants to believe, and will think they’re healed before they really are.  The doctor is the only one who can really tell when the patient is healed.”

“Then what do I have to do?”

“Well, with Paul and Caroline’s help, we could probably take care of it here.  Between the three of us we could find enough things to keep you working on your problem.  But with the re-creation of what you went through at your uncle’s, we would have to add punishment and humiliation in various forms, because that will help your mind decide when you are ready.  I don’t mean anything as painful as whipping, no, I’m talking about spanking and the like.  Would you be willing to try my suggestion?  Otherwise, I’m afraid you’re just going to continue being in a constant state of excitement, as well as wanting to sleep your life away.”

“Golly, I sure don’t want to go on the way I’ve been for the last two days. I…”

“Oh, Holly, you’ve got a huge puddle of goo on the table.  Let me get a cloth and clean that up.”

Caroline ran into the kitchen, got a cloth and ran back. Spreading Holly’s legs, she wiped up the mess on the table and continued by rubbing Holly’s thighs and finally swiping up and down her pussy, long enough to bring her close to a climax.

“God, I hope you do decide to do what Don suggests, because it would make it a lot easier on Paul and me, not having to follow you around with a cloth all the time.  And I’m going to have to clean all the chairs down here with fabric cleaner and get a plastic mattress cover for your bed.”

“Well I guess I’m willing to try.  When should we start?”

“I think there’s no time like the present.”

Chapter 7

“Slide off the table, Holly while I remove my pants and shorts.  Don’t look at me like that.  I told you, this is the only way we can solve your problem.  Unless you want to go on being sleepy all the time and in constant sexual arousal you need to do what I’m telling you.”

Reluctantly Holly got off the table, and at Don’s gesture sank to her knees.  Don sat down and moved his torso to the front of the chair.  He wanted to go slowly at first so that Holly didn’t feel overwhelmed, so he said nothing , and she eventually moved her mouth to his penis and took the head in her mouth.  She sucked on the head only for a minute or two, and when she got no further instructions from Don, she finally took half of his six inches in.  She continued to suck that portion until he finally filled her mouth with semen.  She grimaced and swallowed.  She remained on her knees, exhausted and deflated.

“Can I go to bed now?  I’m so tired.”

“No, no, honey.  It’s mama’s turn now.  Let me get these panties off.  There.  Now slide over here and get your face right here between my legs.  I want to see what you did for Edie.  That’s it.  Get that nose right in between my lips.  Now, I want to feel a little tongue action.  That’s the girl.  Oh, yeah!  What a nice tongue.  Slide it in and out of my hole, honey.  Deeper! Deeper!  That’s it.  Yeah, like that!  Okay now run that tongue back and forth on my slit.  Unhuh!  Now let’s see some action on my clitty.  Oh, yeah!  Wrap that tongue around my clit.  Ooooh, God, yesssss.  Oh, more, yesss, take it in your mouth.  Ahhhhhh…OOOH…Eeeee.  Nice job, baby.  We’ll work on your technique more tomorrow.

“Now can I go to bed, pleeease?”

“You’re forgetting Daddy over here, sweetie.  You wouldn’t want to leave me high and dry, would you?”

With this Paul stood and removed his pants and boxers.  His penis was at full strength from watching the other two being serviced.  Holly dragged herself over  and started to work.  Paul took only two or three minutes of suction by Holly, before he pulled his spurting erection out of her mouth and his semen hit her on the cheek  and nose.  She was so tired she didn’t even bother to wipe the dripping mess off her face.  She rose and slowly wended her way up to bed, as the three instigators yelled their goodnights.

After she had disappeared, the three straightened their clothes and Don got ready to leave.

“I think we’ve got a goldmine here, but we need to be careful.  If we see signs of total despondency or any indication that she might pull out and leave, we can cut the dose of sedative or hormone to give her hope that maybe she’s getting better.  We’ll just have to play it by ear.”

Paul and Caroline agreed.

“Well, then see you tomorrow night!”

Chapter 8

Caroline shook Holly awake at 9:30.  Holly had not even bothered to put her pajamas on, before she fell exhausted into bed.  When Caroline shook her awake, she was still groggy, as she sat up.

“My God, you didn’t even wipe off the semen on your face last night.  Come on, it’s time I gave you a shower, nubie.  Hop out of bed, while I take off my clothes.”

“Uhh…nnno…that’s okay, I can take a shower by myself, thank you.”

“Nonsense!  You’re barely awake, even now.  Wouldn’t it be terrible if I left you to take one by yourself and you drowned.  Now, come on, sweetie, and we’ll have a nice shower together.  Oh my God, look at the bed.  You’ve got half of it sopped with your vaginal dripping again.  I’ve got to go get a plastic mattress cover today, before the mattress is ruined. ”

With this, Caroline, now naked, grabbed Holly from behind, pressing her small hard-nippled breasts against Holly’s back and, at the same time, grabbing Holly’s breasts and squeezing.  In spite of the difference in their sizes, Caroline was able to push Holly into the bathroom this way.  She turned on the hot water, and when it was the right temperature, pushed the still near-comatose Holly into the stall.

Caroline followed her in, and when they had both rinsed off, Caroline reached for a washcloth and washed the hardened sperm from Holly’s face.  She then took a bar of soap, and, putting down the washcloth, proceeded to lave Holly’s body.  She worked on her back first, turned Holly to face her and worked the soap into her shoulders, before concentrating on her breasts.

She lathered up both breasts, put down the soap and with both hands began massaging each breast over and over, paying particular attention to the rock-hard nipples, which she pulled and twisted and squeezed continually, until Holly began to moan, whether it was from pain or pleasure, she wasn’t sure.

She picked up the soap, once again, and getting on her knees, lathered up Holly’s stomach, before concentrating on her vaginal area.  For this, she made Holly spread her legs, and began rubbing the soap from the front of her slit back to her little rose-bud.  Back and forth the soap slathered, as Holly began to moan loudly, and her clitoris expanded until it was visible between her puffy lips.  Suddenly, Holly gave out a tremendous sigh, and her legs began to fold.  Only the fact that Caroline was kneeling in front of her kept her from sinking to her knees.

Caroline finished soaping up Holly’s legs and feet, then stood.

“Your hair is beginning to grow out down there.  We’ll have to shave you a little later, get you looking like our little girl again.”

She handed Holly the soap.

“Now, me.  You know what to concentrate on.”

Holly dutifully soaped down Caroline’s back and buttocks, running the bar between her crack just once.

“No, no.  Run your hand down there between the groove some more.  That area can get so dirty.  I want to make sure it’s really clean.”

Holly, as ordered, slid her hand back and forth between the crack until Caroline finally told her she was satisfied.  She then bent down and soaped up the backs of both legs.

When she raised back up, Caroline turned to face her, and Holly began working on her breasts.  Though there was a slight sag to her tits, Caroline’s breasts stood out like ice cream cones, with hard brown nubbins at their peaks.  Holly began softly soaping them up, paying special attention to the nipples, as she knew Caroline would want.  After a few moments, Caroline grabbed Holly’s hands and pressed them hard into her flesh.  With her own hands she squeezed Holly’s until each mound was fully compressed.  Caroline held her like this for some moments, before  finally releasing Holly’s hands to continue their chores.

Holly soaped up Caroline’s stomach and started to reach down to soap up her slit, but Caroline pushed her shoulders, until she went to her knees to begin the ministrations.  Caroline placed one leg up on the shower’s built-in seat, leaving the area between her legs wide open for attention. 

Holly ran the soap back and forth along the full length of Caroline’s vagina, and Caroline began to pant slightly, then to moan and finally in an orgasmic convulsion, her whole body shook and swayed.  Not satisfied, Caroline pushed Holly away for a moment, rinsed her slit thoroughly and ordered Holly to work on her clit.  It took only a couple of minutes of ministering to the little rigid piece of flesh before Caroline was again shaking and sighing in ecstasy.

Holly thought she was finished with that area of Caroline’s anatomy, but her face was pushed between Caroline’s legs so that it was looking up at the pink flesh between her protruding lips.  She began probing Caroline’s hole, when suddenly she was being inundated with what she thought at first was the lubricant she had been having so much trouble with the last couple of days.  It was, in fact, Caroline’s urine pouring out over Holly’s face.  When she realized what it was she closed her mouth and tried to move out from under Caroline, but her mistress held her head firmly in the same position until she had completed her evacuation.

Finally, Holly was able to soap up Caroline’s legs, and they both rinsed off.  Caroline grabbed two towels and they proceeded to dry each other off, per Caroline’s orders.  Caroline put on her clothes, but told Holly that part of her punishment for messing up the bed and some of the chairs downstairs would be that she was to remain naked until further instructed and she was to carry a towel with her at all times to put down wherever she sat.  She told Holly to strip her bed linen off, to throw in the wash and that her cereal was waiting for her downstairs.  Caroline would be back after she did some grocery shopping and picked up a plastic mattress pad.

Holly was still so weary that after one look at the bed she sat on it for a moment and then fell back on it and fell asleep.

Chapter 9

“Goddamn it, Holly, I give you two simple things to do, strip the bed and eat your breakfast and you disobey anyway.  Well, I’m sick of it!”

Caroline grabbed Holly by both nipples and yanked up.  Holly’s eyes shot open and she screamed as the pain in her breasts grew.  Caroline’s yanking up convinced her that the best answer to stopping the pain was to stand.  When she stood there bleary-eyed, Caroline sat and pulled Holly’s hands down to her side.  Holly went with the pull and ended up over Caroline’s lap.

As soon as she was in position Caroline’s hand began smacking Holly’s buttocks with great force.  For a small woman she had great strength, and Holly’s backside suffered greatly as a result.  Holly began to weep and wail as the pain permeated her drowsiness.  Soon the tears were streaming down her face and she was begging Caroline to stop.  Caroline was in no mood for capitulation, however, and her sweeping hand kept turning Holly’s backside redder and redder.  She had delivered well over a hundred spanks, when her hand tired and she began running her hand over the poor girl’s hindquarters gently.

After rubbing for a few minutes she finally ordered Holly to stand. 

“Now, I want you to strip this bed and come down for breakfast.  Do not disobey me again, do you hear!”

“Yes ma’am, but could I please have something to wear.  It’s very embarrassing to have to walk around without any clothes on.”

“That’s the idea.  When you can show more responsibility, you may get something more to wear.”

Caroline turned and left the room.  Holly immediately pulled the sheets off the bed and carried them downstairs and put them next to the washing machine.  She sat down to eat her breakfast and Caroline began giving her her assignment for the day.

“Here is a towel, which you are to carry with you at all times.  Any time you sit down you will put the towel on the seat before you sit.  Today you will take this bottle of fabric cleaner and clean every seat you’ve used as well as your bed.  When you’re finished with cleaning the bed, we’ll put this plastic mattress cover on it.

Now, I’ve already poured your juice.  Drink it down right now, so that I’m sure you’re getting your vitamins.  I’m going next door to visit my neighbor, and I want you done by the time I get back.”   

                

   

              

           

 

 

    

  

       

        

      

 

Holly and the Ivy – Part 4 : Holly Gets a Low High

( If you haven’t read Pts. 1, 2 and 3, I suggest you do)

Chapter 1

When Caroline returned at 3:30 with her next door neighbor, Mary, they found Holly slumped over an ottoman, a small puddle of liquid on the floor below her thighs and a still slightly red rear end.

“God, it looks like she got two of the chairs done before she fell asleep.  I think we’re going to have to cut back some more on the sedative.  She’d sleep all the time if I let her.  See the remnants of the spanking I gave her earlier?”

“Yeah, looks like you did a thorough job.  That girl’s lucky she’s not living with my brother and his wife.”

“Why?”

“Well, they’re both religious nuts, besides being sadistic as Hell.  They have a daughter, 18 and a son, 19.  They’re both good kids, really, but the grown-ups punish them every chance they can.  Didn’t say ‘Thank you’ fast enough, late coming home from school, anything in the house out of order…that sort of thing.  Any test grade or homework assignment below a ‘B’, oh, my God!  And the way they punish them!  They make them both strip down naked, then they have to embrace, face to face.  My brother tightens a rope around their waists, so they are really right up against each other.  Then they take yardsticks and beat both the kid’s butts until they’re howling and crying buckets.  When he takes off the rope, if the boy has even a partial hard-on, or her nipples are at all stiff, more punishment.”

“My God, what do they do?”

If it’s the boy, my sister-in-law grabs the end of his penis and my brother whacks him ten times on his prick with the yardstick.  If it’s the girl, my brother grabs her from behind and holds her arms behind her, while my sister-in-law whacks her titties ten times with the yardstick.”

“Pretty rough, but it might be interesting to watch.”

“Oh, it is.  I’ve seen them in action two times.  Verrry interesting!  Say, have you given Holly an enema yet?”

“No, we don’t have the equipment, and I never thought an enema was that exciting.”

“It is, the way my brother gives ‘em.  Two and a half quarts, of hot soapy water with a little glycerin, and the other half quart, a cheap bottle of whiskey.”

“Wow.  But doesn’t that knock ‘em out?”

“Nope.  It just gets them delightfully drunk.  They lose all inhibitions.  It’s a riot.  Then that gives him excuses to beat on them some more.”

“I guess it would be even more so with Holly, because she’s so sexed up already she can barely walk straight.”

“Listen, I’ve got the equipment over at my house.  If you’re willing to supply the whiskey, I’ll go get the hot water bottle and the tubing, mix the formula and we can see what happens.  Why don’t you take her up to her bathroom and get her ready.”

“It’s a deal.  Come on Holly, let’s go upstairs and clean you up a little.  Looks like you’ve been exuding again.”

“Oh, umm, hi, Caroline.  Yeah, I feel itchy all over.  I just don’t understand why.  It feels like somebody’s been playing with all my sex parts.  It’s so strange.”

“Well, we’re going to clean you up and then Mary, our next door neighbor, and I are going to give you an enema.  See if we can get some of that bad stuff that’s in you out.  Maybe that will help.”

“No, don’t want an enema.  Mama gave me one once.  It was awful.”

“Well, we think it’s best.  Now, let’s take this washcloth and clean off some of what’s dripping down your legs.”

“Please don’t give me an enema.  Please.”

“Look, if you persist, I’m going to have to spank you.  You have one coming, because I told you to clean all the chairs that you sat in, and you only did two.”

“I’m sorry Caroline.  I just get so tired.  All I want to do is sleep.”

“Ah, here’s Mary.  Holly, this is Mary, and she’s going to help me with the enema.  Now, lean over the side of the tub, and I’ll lube up your little hole.  There we go.  Mary, do you want to stick that nozzle in.  That’s it.  A little further in, I think.  Now, we blow up this little bulb thing.  Good.  Now, let that clamp go. Great!”

The liquid began to pour into Holly’s colon.

“Oh, no, that’s too hot.  Oh, take it out please.  Too hot.”

Holly began to try to rise from her position over the tub, but Mary was pressing on her back.

“Pleeease, it’s too hot.  It’s too hot.”

Eventually Holly settled down, and the liquid continued pouring in, helped by Caroline, who was squeezing the rubber bag.

After half of the bag had emptied into her bowels, Holly began begging them to stop the enema.  It was ‘too much’.  It was hurting her.  By the time the bag was ¾ empty, Holly was moaning and crying and begging, but the operation continued until the bag was empty.

They finally pulled the nozzle out and told her she could stand up, and with a groan, she tried.  She could only stand bent over, because of the intense pain in her tummy.

“Please can I go to the bathroom now?”

“Oh, no, honey, we have to wait ten minutes.  Look, Mary.  She looks like she’s three or four months pregnant, her stomach’s so distended.”

“Yeah, and look how shiny it is.  It looks like somebody oiled her stomach.”

“Now, don’t you let any of that out, Holly, or I’ll have to spank you.”

Holly immediately put her hand behind her and tried to push her index finger against her rosebud.  Caroline and Mary chatted as though they were at a tea party.  About five minutes passed, when Holly began to groan.

“I feel weird.  My head is beginning to spin.  Please, can I go?”

“Not yet.  Only a few minutes more.”

“Ooooh, so dizzy.  Don’t think I can hold…any long…”

Suddenly some of the brown ooze began to run down her leg.

“All right, Holly, get over to the toilet and go, but you’re getting a spanking.  I told you not to let go!”

Holly hobbled over to the john, sat, and they all listened as a steady stream of brown liquid flowed into it.  When she finished, Holly wiped herself and made a halfway attempt to clean off her leg.  Her reflexes were so off kilter that she botched the job, terribly.  Mary ended up finishing up the cleaning job.

“Come here, young lady.  I’m very upset with you.”

Holly moved to Caroline, who threw her over her lap and gave her a sound spanking of fifty smacks.  Holly wept in earnest, and her legs flew all about as the spanking continued.  No attempt at modesty.  Her brain was totally muddled.  The alcohol besotted her, and except for the pain, she was hardly aware of what was going on.  Caroline rose making sure she had a strong hold on Holly’s arm, and they all descended to the living room.  Caroline got Holly seated on a chair after placing her towel beneath her.

Holly sat there for a couple of minutes, looking more and more out of it.  The front door opened and Paul and Don came in together.  They joined Mary and Caroline and watched Holly get higher and higher.

“Whee!  Now we finally got some men!  Hi Paulie!  Hi Donnie!  You’re jus’ in time…Caroline’s been real mean to me today.  Spanked me…Gave me enema!  Not nice.  But I feel good now.  Jus’…sexy.  Anybody wanna help me out here?  Wanna suck on my titty?  Nice titty!”

With this, Holly grabbed one breast at the base between both hands.

“Nobody wanna suck my nice titty.  Okay, suck it myself.”

She pulled her breast to her mouth and began sucking on a very erect nipple.  Eventually she pulled away and once again offered her breast to the audience.

“Umm.  Tastes good.  Anybody want some?  No…Okay how about the other one?”

She let go of the one and grabbed the other.  When no one came forward, she pressed the nipple to her mouth and sucked.

While she was doing this, Paul leaned over and whispered to Caroline.

“What the Hell’s going on?  She looks drunk.”

“She is.  I’ll explain later.”

Holly let go of her breast and her hands moved down to her vagina.  She placed her two legs over the arms of the chair, so that her pussy was totally open to the viewers.  Her plump white outer pussy lips, unencumbered by any growth of hair seemed to highlight the pink inner lips, and, when she pulled them aside the they saw the redness of the opening of her vaginal hole.

“See, I’ve got a peepee hole too.  Holly-Wolly’s little peepee hole!  Anybody want to play with my peepee?  What a bunch of party-poopers!  Do it my own self then.”

She began inserting one finger, then two and started sawing in and out.

“Ooouuu, feel’s so good.  Don’t know what you’re missing.  Either one of you guys want to put something else in here?.... Oh, Boo on you guys!.... How about my little clitty.”

Her hand moved to the top of her slit and began rubbing her clitoris.

“Not so little right now.  Feels soooo good!  Ummmm!”

It was obvious that she was nearing an orgasm, as her finger moved more fervently, and her breathing became heavier.  Finally she let out a huge sigh and her body stiffened.  She did not stop, however, continuing to rub her clit between her fingers.  In less than a minute, she was panting again, and soon indicated she was in ecstasy, uttering a series of ‘OU, OU, OU’s” followed by A couple of ‘Oh, God’s’.

She lay back in her chair with a sigh, still exhibiting her hidden treasures between her uplifted legs.  Don rose, went to her, squatted and put his hand on one of her thighs.

“Holly, I’m so proud of you.  You let your inhibitions go.  Your conscious mind is finally agreeing with your sub-conscious.  See, your mind is beginning to straighten itself out already.  That’s wonderful!”

He let his hand move over to her pussy and patted it gently.

“It is?  Hey, everybody.  I’m makin’ progress.  ‘Ray for Holly-Wolly!”

Caroline rose and went to Holly.

“That’s wonderful, Holly.  Now, suppose you do something useful and go set the table.  I’ll be in in a minute, and we’ll get supper ready for everyone.”

Holly set her legs back on the floor, and, with Don’s help, she rose and staggered into the dining room.  When she was gone, Caroline explained about the enema, and the men chuckled and nodded in agreement.

Caroline went into the kitchen and started ladling the stew and placing the big salad bowl on the table.  She ordered Holly to put the plate of rolls on the table, but on the way, Holly staggered and the rolls all landed on the floor.

“Holly!  Can’t you do anything right?  Okay, for that you get no dinner.  Crawl under the table, and, while the rest of us eat, I want you to bring every one of us to climax.  If you don’t, by the time we finish dinner, I’m going to give you another spanking.  Now, get crawling!”

Holly crawled under the large table, as Caroline winked at everyone, and whispered for them to eat slowly and to let Holly remove whatever lower clothing needed to be taken off.  Everyone sat and began passing the salad bowl, taking some, and eating very slowly.

Holly, in the meantime, in her drunken state didn’t know where to start, but finally decide to begin with Don, because he’d been so nice to her.  She crawled to him, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and began tugging on his pants.  Don didn’t help much, so it took extra effort to get his pants, then his shorts, pulled down to his feet.  He was semi-hard, and she began sucking in earnest, aware that she needed to get everyone to orgasm as soon as possible.  It took almost ten minutes before she felt his seminal fluids burst into her mouth.  She swallowed with a grimace and moved on to Mary.

After pulling down her panties, Holly was faced with a huge growth of black curly hair and a very musky scent.  She dove right in and began licking up and down the lips, but finally decided to concentrate on her large clit which stuck well out from between her vaginal lips.  After a few minutes of concentrated effort she heard Mary gasp, stiffen her body and then totally relax.

She then moved on to Caroline, who seemed to help with her panty removal.  She had already had the course on how to satisfy Caroline, so it only took a few minutes to bring her off.  Finally it was Paul’s turn and she repeated the ministrations she had performed on Don.  For some reason, it took longer to bring Paul to climax than any of the others, but she was so relieved when finally Paul spurted his bitter-tasting sperm into her mouth.  When she finished she crawled out from under the table, only to see everyone’s stew bowl empty, and all the salad eaten.  In spite of her inebriation, she burst into tears, knowing she could expect another spanking on her very sore buttocks.

Mary suddenly said she thought her husband, Roger was home.  She thought she’d heard his car pull in the drive next door.  She went over to the window to check and returned with the information that the lights were on next door, so he must be.

“You know what I’d like to do?  Tomorrow’s his birthday.  How about we send Holly over to knock on the door and offer him a blowjob.  I think it’d be a riot, and I know he’d enjoy it.”

Everyone, except Holly, thought it was a wonderful idea.  Holly was getting very tired and thought she had given her last blowjob for the day.  But she was ordered to give him a blowjob, and if they heard later that she hadn’t for any reason, she would be severely punished.  She was also ordered not to mention Roger’s birthday, because then he’d know his wife had arranged it.

“Can I put on a coat?”

“Of course not.  It’s not cold outside.  Now, get going!”

Holly opened the door and meekly peeked outside to see if anyone might be walking by.  Caroline pushed her out the door and closed it.  Holly walked hurriedly the couple of hundred feet or so to Roger’s front door.

In the meantime, Mary got on the phone and called Roger.  He answered quickly.

“Listen, Hon.  I’m next door.  In a minute there will be a naked girl at the door offering to give you a blowjob.  Be surprised.  Give her a hard time.  Do what you want with her.  Don’t let her give you the blowjob until she begs you.  I’ll explain later.  Bye.”

The doorbell rang as he hung up.  He opened it with a sweep.

“What the Hell!  What are you doing outside with no clothes on, girl?”

“Well, I….Uh….”

“Get in here right now!”

He grabbed her arm and roughly yanked her into the house and shut the door.

“What do you want?  Did somebody try to rape you?”

“No…I…Uh…want to give you a ….blowjob.”

“What is this?  Some kind of trick?  Are the police outside waiting to bust me for defiling a minor?  Tell me, damn it!”

Roger grabbed both of her breasts in his fists and squeezed hard.  Holly let out a scream that could be heard next door.  He shifted his grasp to her hardened nipples and twisted viciously.  Again she screamed.

“Have you got a boyfriend outside just waiting to break in and take all my money?”

“Nooo…please let go…you’re hurting me.”

“I’ll hurt you even more if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”

   

  With this, he dropped his left hand down to Holly’s crotch and grabbed her vaginal mound in his large hand and squeezed.

“Ohhhh…pleeease let go…I just want to give you a blowjob…that’s all.”

“I’ve a good mind to call the police and…”

“Nooo…nooo…don’t do that please….I’ll do anything…”

Roger released Holly’s tit and vagina and moved her into the living room.   He loosened his trousers and pulled them and his shorts down and sat in an armless chair.

“Okay, cocksucker, let’s see how good you are.”

Holly was relieved to see his penis was of normal size and width, moved forward, dropped to her knees and started licking up and down his semi-hardened rod.  It grew to full length almost immediately as her salivary soaking appeared to be having the proper effect.  She was pleased to note that the taste was slightly musky, but that he had obviously showered in the last 24 hours.

Roger leaned his head back and closed his eyes as Holly took his now rock-hard prick head into her mouth and began rolling her tongue around, concentrating on the sensitive area underneath.  Slowly she stared working her way down the length of his penis, sliding back and forth over most of it.

Roger was enjoying her ministrations greatly, when he noticed she had stopped for some reason with half a mouthful of penis.  He finally opened his eyes and looked down at Holly, to find she had fallen sound asleep.  Not wanting to startle her enough that she might do serious damage to his manhood, he reached down, took her right nipple between finger and thumb and twisted slightly.  It was enough to waken her without biting down, and, penis still in mouth, she tried to explain.

“Ouuu, slorrry.  Sooo shleepppy.”

With renewed effort she brought Roger to the edge of his orgasm, at which point he pushed her forehead away, letting her know to desist.

“Kneel up on the coffee table, slut.  I’ve got better ways to finish this.”

Holly hesitantly rose and got on all fours on the coffee table.  Roger rose, and hose in hand moved to the edge of the table, aimed and jammed his prick into Holly’s vagina.  Holly was, of course, well lubricated, as she had been for two days, and both she and Roger began to sigh, groan and moan.  Soon Roger was pistoning his penis in and out like a jackhammer.

“Oh, God.  So tight!”

“Oh, yessss….Oh, yesss…Ouuuu, almost there, mister…Ahhhhh!”

The two bodies, acting as one, came simultaneously.  Holly screamed out her pleasure and Roger shouted an expletive.  She fell to the table and lay in total bliss with her arms hanging over the sides.  Roger withdrew to his easy-chair and collapsed.  Neither said anything for several minutes.  Finally Holly rose, went to Roger, knelt by the chair and took his hand.

“Oh, thank you, mister.  Thank you, thank you.  That’s the nicest thing anybody has done for me since I came to Mississippi.  Bless you.”

Roger was a little taken aback by her effusiveness, but assured her the pleasure was his, as well.  She rose, kissed him on the forehead and asked if he wanted her for anything else.  He assured her he was done for the evening, so she departed, checking to make sure no one was outside before she stole back to the house next door, a huge smile on her face.     

       

        

    

           

    

 

 

Holly and the Ivy  Part 5

Chapter 1

Holly was still deeply asleep on Saturday morning, when Caroline and Paul decided at breakfast to have a party.  They decided that, to offset any fears Holly might have, they would say it was a celebration party, to make her think she was making progress with her sexual problems.  They decided to invite Don, of course, and his girl-friend, Terry, who would be presented to Holly as a nurse, though she was only a secretary at Don’s hospital.  Also on the list were Mary and Ralph from next door, and Patty and Denny, who were in the hospital accounting department, but would present themselves as a clinical psychiatrist and OB/GYN, respectively.

Caroline set about making the invitation calls, while Paul rigged a hook and pulley in the ceiling of the living room and another hook in the wall nearby.  After all the calls were made and everyone had wholeheartedly accepted, Caroline decided she would buy a school-girl’s outfit from a store downtown for Holly to wear for the occasion.  They also decided to buy streamers and balloons to make things look festive.

When Holly stumbled blearily downstairs at 10 o’clock in her nightgown, Caroline and Paul were back at the dining room table sipping their coffee. 

“Guess what, Sweetie?  We’ve decided that, since you’re progressing so well with trying to solve your sexual problems, we’re going to have a big party in your honor tonight.  Some friends of Paul’s from the hospital and Mary and Ralph from next door are coming, and we’re going to celebrate!”

“Gosh, do you really think I’m progressing that well?  I’m still feeling awfully tired, and there’s a big wet spot on my bed again this morning.”

“Yes, but you’re more aware of your problem and trying hard to change, and that’s a big part of being cured, isn’t it?”

“I guess so.”

Holly sat and ate some cereal, and Caroline “fixed” her orange juice.  She and Paul had decided to let up a bit on the sleep inducer, but kept the hormone and birth control dosages the same.  Holly drank it down and Caroline suggested she go get dressed and change her bed, since she had soiled it again.  Caroline spent the rest of the day getting the living room prettied up for the party, with the help of Holly.  At one point, Holly asked what the hooks were for, and Paul told her they were planning to get a large planter to hang from the hook.

Late in the afternoon Caroline left to pick up Holly’s costume.  She was pleased with the purchase.  It was a blue pinafore, with a sheer blouse and patent leather shoes, a la Judy Garland in “The Wizard of Oz,” except, in addition, she picked out a pair of white

knee-length stockings.  The pinafore, however, fell to only a few inches below the pubic area, something much more fitting for a very young girl.  She reached home shortly after 6 o’clock and immediately pulled Holly upstairs to try on her outfit.  It fit perfectly, except Caroline had “forgotten” to get Holly any underclothes again.  When Holly mentioned this fact, Caroline became apologetic, but brushed it off by pointing out that everyone coming to the party had either already seen Holly naked or were hospital staff members, who were used to seeing people in the nude.  In spite of her sedated condition, Holly began to wonder, for the first time, if her hosts weren’t trying to pull one over on her.

  After dinner, Caroline told Holly to go upstairs and get dressed, but not to come downstairs until she called her.  Holly followed orders, and, looking at herself in the mirror, sensed that this was not going to be a good night for her.  She found the length of her pinafore very embarrassing, but also had a sense that she probably wouldn’t be dressed in it for very long.  She also noted with regret that the moisture between her legs was beginning to accumulate rapidly.  She wondered if the anticipation of having to go downstairs dressed as she was, was causing this condition, in which case the diagnosis of actually wanting the humiliation she was feeling was true.  She managed to swipe a washcloth between her legs just as she got the call to come downstairs.

When she got to the top of the stairs, she was suddenly totally aware of the fact that everyone downstairs, now looking up at her could see her bare pussy, and her face turned a bright shade of pink.  The embarrassment was forgotten, when the whole group in the living room began clapping for her.  She descended the stairs, wondering why she was being applauded.  She got her answer as Don moved over to greet her.

“Holly, we’re all so proud of you for the progress you’ve been making with your problem and the fact that you’re trying so hard to overcome your problem!”

She swelled with false pride, as Don pulled her over to meet the new people.

“This beautiful lady is my girlfriend, Cindy.  She’s a nurse at the hospital and assists me during my examinations.  And this is Porter, a fellow OB/GYN and his fiancé, Wendy, who is a clinical psychiatrist.  Of course, you already know Mary and Ralph from next door.”

Ralph got a broad knowing grin on his face, and Holly lowered her head, remembering, not fondly, of their encounter together.

“We seem to have run out of seating in here, so let me bring this stool in for you to sit on.”

The stool was a high wooden one with rungs on the sides, and Holly knew she was going to have trouble keeping her legs together if she had to sit on it long.

Caroline opened the conversation.

“We were just discussing your sexual problems, dear.  I thought Wendy and Porter had some enlightening points to make.”

“Well, in psychiatry we meet all kinds of people and problems, but I recently treated a patient that had a somewhat similar problem to yours.  It seems her mother, step-father and his two teenage sons kept this girl, we’ll call her Annie, locked in her room for eight months.  During that time she was beaten and mistreated repeatedly.  When I first encountered her, soon after the authorities took her away from those awful people, she had bruises and marks all over her breasts, her vaginal area and, particularly, her buttocks, which were black and blue, as well as ridged, where they had beaten her with a cane.  But the really interesting thing was her diet.  Except for juice in the morning, her entire food intake consisted only of semen that the three males gave her through repeated acts of fellatio during the course of the day.  Apparently the males were performing admirably, more than once each per day, because the protein she derived during that time was sufficient to keep her looking somewhat well fed, when we finally saw her.  But the odd thing about this case was that, even though she hated what she had been through and the taste of semen, she had become addicted to it.  It took us four months to wean her off of her semen diet.  And the other unusual thing about Annie…I saw her recently.  She had hooked up with a biker, who was obviously mistreating her, because she was sporting a split lip and black eye.  That’s what can happen, sometimes.”

“Yes, you’re so right, Honey.  Now the case I’m going to talk about is nowhere as lurid or involved as Wendy’s, but it backs up her premise about addictions.  This woman came to me about six months ago.  She’d been married for five or six years and was somewhat passive in nature.  It seems she had been a virgin when she married, but for some quirky reason her husband preferred anal intercourse to regular intercourse.  At first he would vary their love-making, but eventually he got to the point where anal intercourse was the only method he would practice.  She disliked it and found it very painful, but, because of her pliable nature, she accepted his decision and eventually he was performing anal intercourse four or five times a week.  Apparently that was enough to inculcate her into needing that form of copulation.  She had come to me about a problem with continuing lactation even though she had weaned her last baby over a year before.  In discussing her sexual history with her, she mentioned the fact that she had recently had an affair with a man, who practiced regular coition, and that she had found it totally unsatisfactory, so that after a few weeks she broke off the relationship, because it was so unsatisfying. I haven’t tried to dissuade her.  If she’s happy being unhappy, so be it!”

After hearing these long treatises, Holly felt better about her situation, though she still had a nagging feeling that something wasn’t quite right.  She suddenly realized, too, that the area between her legs had begun dripping again, perhaps because of the subject matter being discussed, but also that she had been listening intently enough that her legs

had spread fairly wide during the two discourses and that every male was staring at her open pussy.  She immediately closed her legs and lowered her head in embarrassment.

Porter then pointed out that he had heard much about Holly’s situation, but, as an OB/GYN, himself, he would prefer to examine her himself, to see if he might find  something that Don had overlooked.  Holly hesitantly acquiesced, but when Porter suggested she lie on the living room floor to be examined, she asked if they couldn’t find somewhere a bit more private.  Porter apologized for his insensitivity and suggested they clear off the dining room table and do the exam there.  Holly agreed, a bit reluctantly, but at least everyone wouldn’t be staring at her private parts.  So, at Porter’s request, she went into the dining room and removed all her clothes, except her knee socks, while Don cleared the table.

As she climbed up on the table, she noticed she hadn’t lost much of her audience.  Don and Porter were there, of course, but Wendy, as a psychiatrist felt she ought to be there, as did Cindy, who, as a nurse, felt she could help somehow.  So, as she lay down in all her naked splendor, there was Porter and Wendy on one side and Don and Cindy on the other.

Porter began palpating Holly’s breasts, moving his hands around her chest, as if her were checking for lumps. 

“Holly, would you say your breasts are sensitive or very sensitive?”

“Sensitive, I guess.”

“Well, when I squeeze your breasts like this, does it hurt a little or a lot?”

“Ooou…a little , I guess.”

“Well, if I squeeze hard, like this, how about now?”

“OOOH YES!… that hurts a lot!  Please stop!”

“Okay, now when I rub your nipple like this, does that feel good?  I can tell it does, because your nipple has grown very hard.”

“Ummm…yeah…that feels good.”

“What about now, when I twist it a little bit?”

“Yes, that hurts some.”

“Now, how about if I squeeze it hard and twist it around 180 degrees, like this?”

“Aaaiiieee!  Oh, that hurts a lot.”

“All right, then I’d say you have very sensitive breasts and nipples.  Now, let’s move down to the pelvic area.  Well, I see you have a good deal of excretion from your vagina.  Candy would you pull off a strip of paper towel for me to wipe this up?  Thanks.  Holly it would be a lot easier for me to perform this examination, if you’d pull your knees back to your breasts and spread your knees as far apart as possible.  That’s good.  Maybe spread them a little further, if you can.  Good! Good!”

Holly was understandably shamed, as she looked through her wide-spread legs to see four faces only a few feet from her, staring down at the opening lips of her hairless pussy.  She couldn’t imagine anything more humbling.

“Now, I’m sorry I don’t have my speculum with me, but I think I can see what I need to without it.  As I said, you are already well lubricated and somewhat dilated, so I’m going to stick my finger in your vaginal crevice and move it around a bit.  Does that hurt at all?”

“No, that feels good.”

“Okay, now I’m going to insert another finger and push them in a little further.  Now another one.  Ummm, that begins to stretch it a lot.  What if I push all three fingers way in and wiggle them around.”

“Ohhh!…that’s hurting me!…Ohh..too much!…It hurts!…Oh, please take them out!”

“All right, they’re out now.  But I see you’ve excreted a whole lot more viscosity.  Obviously you are being highly stimulated by any action I take.  When was the last time you had sexual intercourse, Holly?”

“I guess it was when I went next door to take care of Ralph.”

“I’m thinking it might help you if you had a nice normal sexual intercourse tonight.  I’d like to see if that changes anything.  Would you like that?”

“Gee, I guess so.  Yes, I think I’d like to try that.”

Porter moved back into the living room and told the rest of the group what Holly had agreed to.  The question then became, who among them would get “the brass ring.”  Ralph immediately suggested that whoever had the longest prick should get to screw Holly.  Caroline suggested that Holly could suck each man until they could measure the length of his dong.

Porter went back into the dining room to relay the decision.  Holly climbed down off the table and adamantly refused to perform fellatio on anyone.  She didn’t feel it was her job to decide who was to make love to her.  Porter pulled her, still naked, into the living room and they were followed by the rest of the “medical” observers.

“What did you say, young lady?”

“I said I’m not going to suck anybody off.  You can decide among yourselves.  On second thought, just forget about it.  I think I’m going to bed.”

As Holly turned to go upstairs, Paul grabbed her arm and turned her around to face the group.

“Wait a minute!  You don’t tell us what you’re going to do.  Now, think before you answer.  Are you going to do this or do I have to punish you?”

Holly pulled away and stepped back from Paul.

“You can’t make me suck people off.  I hate it!  I’m not going to do it, so put that in your pipe!”

Again she moved to go upstairs.  Paul quickly grabbed her arm and swung her around.

“I know someone who’s gotten a little too big for her nonexistent panties.  Let’s just see if a little spanking won’t settle you down, missy!”

He pulled Holly over to his chair, yanked her down over his lap, grabbed a preset wooden ruler from the table next to him and began belaboring her buttocks.  He had smacked her with the ruler ten times in a row without stopping, and she was screaming at the top of her lungs and struggling to get up.  Paul held her down with his arm firmly wrapped around her waist, as he delivered another ten in a row with great force.  The cheeks of her buttocks had turned a bright red, and the metal strip on the one side of the ruler had begun to make little cuts on the flesh.  Her screams were beginning to turn to plaintive cries, and her nose was beginning to exude mucous.  Another ten, and then another ten, followed by twenty more had quieted Holly down, so that she hung limply over Paul’s lap, still crying and moaning.  He stood her up and asked her again if she was ready to do as she was told.  As tired and sore as she was, she still indicated she was unwilling to suck anyone’s penis.

“I…I don’t…think you should be able to make me do this!  Please just let me go to bed…so tired…Pleeease, I don’t want to suck any more!  Pleeease!”

“Okay, you’re not going to like this next punishment, but maybe it’ll convince you to do what we say.  Honey, hand me that rope over there!”

Paul took the rope and wrapped it around Holly’s wrists, which he had pulled behind her.  From there, he pulled the rope through her legs so that it split the lips of her pussy, pulled tight, much to Holly’s despair, and began winding it around one breast, then the other,  encircling each breast five or six times.  He then wrapped the rope around both breasts,

squeezing them painfully together, and tied a knot above them in the middle.  While he got the step-ladder, he had Porter move Holly over below the hook and pulley he had screwed into the ceiling that morning.  When the step-ladder was in place, he ran the rest of the rope through the pulley, climbed down, put the ladder away and, when he returned proceeded to pull the rope over to the hook he had placed in the wall.  Pulling the slack, he slowly hoisted Holly up, inch by inch, until her feet were several feet off the ground.  She was now literally hanging by her breasts and moaning loudly.  Her feet made desperate attempts to touch the floor, as the pressure on her breasts grew worse and worse.  Though her breasts were her first concern, she could feel the rope between the outer lips of her vagina cutting into her pussy.  Any movement on her part, exacerbated the pain in both places, and the tears flowed down her face.  Her pleas to be let down were ignored, as the crowd moved back to their seats to chat and watch the spectacle of the swinging teenager.

They kept her swinging for over ten minutes.  Her breasts had turned a dark purple by then, and they hurt her as nothing had ever hurt before.  Paul walked over to her and asked if perhaps she had changed her mind and wouldn’t be so pig-headed in the future.  She nodded her agreement and in a few minutes she was again lowered to the floor.  She stood there crying and moaning after Paul had removed the ropes from her breasts, but he  left her hands tied behind her.  As the blood began rushing back to her breasts she moaned even louder.  The ropes had dug deeply into the base of both breasts, and the striations remained to remind her of what she’d just been put through.

“Now, I suggest you get on your knees and crawl over to start our contest to see who gets to fuck you, Missy.”

“I’m so tired…couldn’t we do this some other time?… “

“Do you want to go back up on the hook?”

“Nnnnoooo…please…nooo”

“Then I suggest you crawl over to Ralph.  It looks like he’s got his pants down ready for a little oral help.”

Holly pitifully dropped to her knees and hobbled over to Ralph, an action which helped him prepare for her, as he watched her purple boobs bouncing up and down, as she attempted to move from one knee to the other with her hands tied behind her.  When she reached Ralph’s lap, she immediately moved her head down to take the head of his prick in her mouth.  As he had done the night she went to visit him, he pressed her head down

to his lap and held it there, as she sputtered to get her breath.  By the time he let her up to gasp in some air, he was hard, and Paul told her to pull off of him, so that he could

measure Ralph’s length with that ghastly ruler that had done such damage to her poor aching buttocks.  Paul measured and announced Ralph at 6 ½ inches.

Holly was then shoved over to Don, who had already lowered his pants and underwear. He was totally flaccid to start with, but Holly’s warm mouth and slippery tongue had him hard in less than a minute.  As Holly pulled herself off, she looked over to see that Mary had taken up where she had left off, and Ralph had begun moaning softly.  Paul measured and announced Don at 7 ½ inches.

Holly struggled to get to her next ministration. Porter had removed his pants and boxers.  She noticed that although his prick was thin, it seemed longer than the others.  As she began sucking on it she found she could only get down to about ¾ of his length.  It took longer to bring Porter to full hardness, but she was impressed when Paul finally pulled her head off.  She looked over to find that Candy had moved over Don’s body, and the two of them were busy humping.  Paul’s measurement showed Porter’s penis length to be 8 ¼ inches.

Paul knew he couldn’t beat out Porter, but he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to get a blow job from Holly, so he went back to his chair, removed all of his clothes and beckoned to her to hobble over.  Unlike the others, he decided she could do the whole job and kept her working for eight or nine minutes until his semen shot into her mouth.  She grimaced and swallowed his load.  When she looked up Wendy was seated on top of Porter with her back to him, and they were going at it hot and heavy.  Don and Wendy were still fucking, but Mary had brought Ralph off, and he looked dead to the world.

Caroline stopped Porter from finishing with Wendy, as she reminded him that he was the winner and had to take care of Holly now.  Wendy sighed and regretfully pulled away from Porter.  Paul removed the ropes from Holly’s wrists as Porter moved over to her.

“Cccoould we go somewhere else to do this, sir?  I’m a little embarrassed to do it in front of everybody.”

“Nonsense, Holly.  Part of your therapy is to be embarrassed, so this fits right in.  Now, plop yourself down on the coffee table and let’s get on with your treatment.  I would think you’d be pretty frustrated sexually at this point.”

“I’m just so tired.”

A stony stare from Porter convinced her to lie down on the table and spread her legs.

“My god, you’re oozing fluid out of that little pussy like a fountain.  Okay, here I come.”

As everyone moved over to sit around the table and watch, Porter knelt on the table, placed his penis at the entrance to her hole and pushed.  His prong slid in all the way with

no trouble and shortly he was busy pistoning in and out.  Within two or three minutes he was grunting and had picked up his speed considerably.  With a shout, his body tensed and he shot his load of hot semen into Holly’s uterus.  When he finally looked down at her, he realized that she had fallen sound asleep.

“Well, I’m guess I’m not as good at this as I thought.  Come on, little girl.  I guess it’s your bedtime!”

Caroline mixed Holly’s chocolate milk and made her drink it, before she helped Holly stumble up the stairs to bed.  She got a wash-cloth and used it to clean away all the escaping sperm from Holly’s vagina, helped her into her nightgown and tucked her in.  As she listened to Caroline moving down the stairs, just before she fell asleep, Holly’s last thought was, “This isn’t right.  I have to get out of here.”          

                    

Holly and the Ivy   Part 6

Chapter 1

Caroline awakened Holly the next morning with the news that she was going into town with Mary to do some shopping for a couple of hours. As usual, Holly’s bed was a soppy mess from her vaginal fluids, and now her pussy was feeling the results of having lost her virginity the previous evening.  Caroline gave her a few swats on her rear for “wetting” her bed again.  Caroline told her to tidy up, get some breakfast and then suggested she put on the bikini Caroline had bought her yhe previous day and go lie by the pool or have a swim.

She left Holly changing her bed.  Holly tried to wash some of the sleep out of her eyes at the bathroom sink, but still felt sooo tired.  She pulled on the bikini panties, which were a couple of sizes too small, so that when she looked at herself in the mirror, there was a definite camel’s toe protruding from between her legs.  The lack of hair in the area made her look even more exhibitionistic, but since she’d be alone by the pool, she guessed it didn’t make much difference.  She placed the bra over her breasts, realizing for the first time that it barely covered her nipples and two inches on either side.  The bulk of each breast hung out suggestively on each side of the bra. She felt totally humiliated.

After grabbing a bowl of cereal, which she ate standing by the kitchen sink, she grabbed a beach towel and headed out to the pool.  The pool was surrounded by a wooden fence, about six feet high, enough to shut off the view of neighbors.  Holly spread her towel out the length of the chaise and lay down on it on her stomach.  Feeling protected from any nosy neighbor’s view, she untied her bikini top and threw it on the pavement by the chaise.  It was a beautiful day, the sun was warm and the humidity was low, so Holly fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.

Some fifteen minutes later she was abruptly awakened as a glassful of ice water was tossed over her back.  Totally shocked she sat up and spun around on the chaise to see three teens, a girl and two boys, slightly older than she standing there, staring down at her naked breasts and laughing uproariously.  Realizing her semi-nakedness, she covered her breasts with one arm and asked what they were doing there.  The girl spoke, stil smiling with a devilish grin.

“Oh, I’m sorry.  I’m Carly, Mary’s daughter.  She asked me to come over and baby-sit you.  These are my buds, Sammy and Duff.  So we’re here to watch you, and it looks like there’s a lot to watch, wouldn’t you say, guys?”

“I don’t know what Mary’s talking about.  I don’t need a sitter.  I’m almost as old as you are.”

“Well, based on what she told me about the party last night, It sounded to me like you were a pretty bad girl all night long.”

Holly blushed.  Í don’t know what she told you, but I don’t need a sitter!”

“Among other things, she told me that you’re forever oozing female fluids from your pussy, looking for sex anywhere you can get it.  From the damp spot on your towel, where you were lying, I’d say that was an understatement.  Sammy and Duff would be happy to accommodate you, if you’d like.”

“Well, I wouldn’t, so please leave!”

“I don’t like your attitude, girl.  Stand up here, now!  I said now!  Do you want a spanking?”

Holly hesitantly rose, followed by snickers from the three newcomers.

“Yeah, Mom was right.  Look at how wet that towel is, guys.  Not to mention her bikini bottoms.  They’re soaked through.”

Holly looked down at herself, and the arm that had been protecting her breasts swept down to cover her crotch.  The entire crotch area was sopping, and her camel’s toe was even more pronounced.  She ignored the fact that her breasts were fully uncovered now, so embarrassed was she by her soggy vaginal display.

“I think we better get those bikini bottoms off, Holly.  You’re likely to chap in all the wrong places.”

Both boys snickered, as Carly moved toward Holly, who immediately sat down and wrapped her arms around her chest.

“Help me, guys!  Grab her arms from behind and I’ll do the dirty work.”

The boys rushed to do Carly’s bidding and in a few moments she had tugged the offending bikini bottoms off Holly and tossed them aside.

“Oh my God, she’s entirely shaved down there, fellows!  Look!  Now I know who Mom wanted me to baby-sit you.  You look like a three-year-old, Holly.  Bad little girls need to be punished when they misbehave, and you obviously have been thinking dirty thoughts, or you wouldn’t be so wet down there.  Look, guys!  She’s dripping!”

Poor Holly shrank into herself as much as she could with two husky guys holding her up.  She didn’t think she’d ever been more embarrassed in her life.

“I know just the punishment for a bad little girl who plays with herself and drips goo from her pussy. Pull her legs apart, guys.”

Holly tried to keep her legs tight together, but eventually the boy’s strength was too great, and they were able to wrap their opposing feet around Holly’s shins and pull her legs wide apart.  Carly then brought her foot well back and kicked as hard as she could, right between Holly’s spread legs.  Holly reacted with a loud “oof”, and a valiant attempt to bring her legs together.  Carly followed with another blow right into Holly’s crotch, forcing another cry from her victim, who now began crying and pleading with Carly to stop.  Her tormentor was not about to stop, though.  The boys were being delightfully entertained and Carly was just warming up.  Ten more kicks followed and the boys were almost totally supporting her.  Her nose began to run and she started to hiccup as her cries became more and more pitiful.

Finally Carly stopped, looked at her foot, which was now dripping with the emanations from Holly’s vagina.

“God, look at all that mess on my foot.  Let go of her, guys, so she can lick it off my foot.  Down, girl!”

The boys released Holly, and she slid down to the cement walk, moaning with embarrassment, crawling to Carly’s foot.  She, as ordered, began to lick the liquid mess from Carly’s foot, continuing until she had gotten every drop.

“Okay, anyone for a swim, guys.  Buff immediately removed his clothes and jumped into the pool, much to the delight of his companions.  He stood in water up to his waist, and it was very obvious he had a rigid hardon.

“Come on in and join me, Holly.  The water’turned and started to run for the house, but s nice and warm!”

Holly started to run toward the house, but Carly and Sammy each grabbed an arm, and, turning her around pushed her toward the pool, and, at the edge gave er a big shove.  She landed a few feet from Buff, who grabbed her arm, as she tried to swim to the side.

“Come on, baby, I got something big and thick for you to nibble on!”

“No, nooo, I don’t want to.  Let me go!’

This time Buff spun her around so that her arm was pressed behind her, and he began to push it painfully toward he rshoulder.

“Come on, baby.  They tell me you’re a top-notch cock-sucker, and my big spear is just waiting for some action.  See!”

With this Buff placed his hands on both of Holly’s shoulder and pushed down.  She had just a moment to take a deep breath and then found herself on her knees facing Buff”s erect boner.  He grabbed her head in both hands and brought it to the head of his prick.  Her first reaction was to keep her mouth shut, but after a few seconds she realized if she didn’t do his bidding she might drown. 

She opened her mouth and took the penis head in, but Buff wasn’t satisfied and jammed hi penis all the way to the base.  Holly gagged at first, then got control of her throat and for the next thirty seconds allowed Buff to move her head back and forth over the length of his erection, but then began choking and trying to push up to get some air.  Finally, Buff pulled her head above water, as she sputtered and gasped.  She could hear the two observers, who had stripped out of their clothes, and stood watching, laughing at the exhibit and fondling each other.

Buff gave her only a few moments to recover before he had stuffed her head underwater, and she was again forced to begin sucking his penis.  Again, he pushed her head all the way to the base of his hardon and she began to struggle and choke as the tip of his penis hit her uvula.  Unconcerned, he held her head against his pubic hair, and the combination of not being able to breathe and being gagged took it’s effect.  Her breakfast suddenly made its presence and the water around them turned a murky tan.  Holly continued to vomit up everything in her stomach, as Buff refused to let her surface.  When she was convinced she was about to drown, Buff finally pulled her head out of the water.  As she gasped for air she heard the taunts from the side of the pool.

“Oh, yuk, Holly!  You’ve upchucked all over the pool.  Bad, bad girl!  You need to be punished for that, as soon as Buff let’s you out of the pool!  Hurry up, Buff.  Let’s get this done.”

Buff concurred and again stuffed his water-logged victim back to her underwater task.  This time Holly had nothing to regurgitate, and went about trying to finish her task.  It took three more thirty to forty second periods of almost drowning before the obviously highly excited male spurted a full load of come into her mouth.  By now the earlier vomit had dissipated into the pool, and the bystanders at the side of the pool watchcd as she opened her mouth and let the sperm rise to the surface.

When Buff fially let her surface again, choking and sputtering once more, the first thing she heard was Carly’s chiding voice.

“You’ve done it again, you bad girl!  You’re supposed to swallow that stuff, not mess up the pool with it.  I’m afraid you’ve just earned yourself a lot more spanks!  Come on, get up her, now!”

Buff released her and she waded over to the side of the pool, hair dripping, tears flowing, totally humiliated and degraded.  No one helped her so she tried to pull herself out of the pool, painfully rubbing her hardened nipples on the rough cement.  As soon as she made it out of the pool, Carly grabbed Holly’s wrist and yanked her over to the chaise.

Carly proceeded to sit and pulled her naked victim over her bare legs.  For the next five minutes, she belabored Holly’s bare buttocks. The wailing teen pled with her tormentor to stop, but all she got in return was harder slaps on her bare butt.  The tears poured down Holly’s face as she attempted to break loose, sticking her hand back to try to cover her reddening ass.  On one suck attempt Carly grabbed Holly’s arm and forced it up toward her shoulder.  Finally Carly’s hand became too sore to continue, and she lifted her drooling victim off her legs.  Holly’s buttocks had turned as red as a winesap apple.

She began rubbing the area, until Carly ordered her to take her hands away.  

“Sammy, I am horny as hell, how about you?”

“Yeah, Babe, I could go for some pussy right about now.”

“Well, I’m gonna slide up here on the chaise, and hang my legs over the arms, like this, and maybe you could convince our little delinquent to lick some gash.  What do you say?”

“Sure, Hon.  Okay, little trouble-maker, get on your hands and knees on the chaise.  It’s time for you to thank your mistress for setting you straight.”

“Nooo, please, I don’t want to do that.  Pleeease don’t make me.”

Sammy pushed Holly over to the chaise and forcefully bent her over, until she had no choice but to kneel on the chaise.  Carly grabbed her head with both hands and pulled her down to her crotch.

“Now, down there in all that hair is my sweet vagina, Holly.  Just dive in between my juicy lips and start licking.  Unh Unh! Don’t fight me, bitch, unless you want another spanking.  That’s it, slide that nice tongue of yours back and forth between those lips.  Okay, now lick my clit.  Yeah, yeah, like that.  Now grab my clit between your teeth and suck.  Harder.  OOOOHhh, yeah!”

In the meantime, Sammy watching the action, suddenly decided to join in the fun and knelt behind Holly’s painful rear end.

“Might as well join the party.  Spread those legs, bitch, so I can get my wand in your sweet pussy.”

Holly pulled free of Carly’s hands long enough to turn her head around to speak to Sammy.

“No, please, I’m still really sore from last night.”

Carly grabbed her head again and forced it back until her face was buried in her vagina. Sammy moved forward and rammed his penis into Holly’s split peach.  Holly screamed, but the sound was almost completely muffled between Carly’s fat lips.  Looking for a good place to hold on to, to make his ride more forceful, Sammy grabbed Holly’s hanging tits, and began to squeeze and yanks on them, as if he were milking a cow.

Sammy and Carly’s passions heightened as they grew closer and closer to orgasms.  This was the moment that Caroline and Mary chose to enter the back yard from the house.  They stood and watched with smiles on their faces as Carly and Sammy gasped out their climaxes.  Then Caroline, strode over to the chaise and with a stern countenance started to berate her young charge.

“I knew it.  As soon as I turn my back, you’re back to pleasuring yourself again.  And what’s worse, you‘ve corrupted Mary’s poor daughter and her friends.  You’re shameless!  Now get up off that chaise, young lady.  You’ve earned yourself a beating.”