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 Schoolgirl Reunion Party {KatieKittyKat} (Ff mast nc sub)
Author: KatieKittyKat
Title: Schoolgirl Reunion Party
Summary: When a young woman inherits her father's business following his
death, she enjoys
her new found freedom, but a chance meeting with an old school friend

introduces further, less pleasant changes into her life
Keywords: Ff, mast, nc, sub

   Wednesday 5 October 2011



   Credits: This story was written by Katie, and based on one of Katie's
childhood fantasies.



   SRP Schoolgirl Reunion Party

   Sharon Charlesworth is a young woman who lives alone in a massive house
at 9 Ebor Gardens, and although only 23 years old has owned her father's
business since his death.  She is very well educated, having gone to
Lawnswood Girls School, but she did not enjoy her school days, being rather
frightened of the many bossy girls who also attended this school, and
always seemed to single her out.

   Finishing her schooling with excellent grades, she kept very busy
working for Mr Charlesworth in his offices, both of them sharing the house
since her mother Maxine had left years ago with a young lover.  She'd now
found another younger partner, Nigel Tolson, and Sharon visited them at 31
Marston Mount, but didn't relish their open sexuality.  They were always
kissing fervently and touching each other, which made the young girl
nervous, even making love in front of her during a weeks visit from school,
when her father was away.  She hadn't wanted to go, but Lawnswood insisted,
indeed they arranged tickets, and she'd been shocked and embarrassed by
every aspect of the couple's obscene behaviour.  When she made any
objection, they laughed as they tied her into a chair, saying she was a
prude, making her watch as her mother was totally stripped, and mounted
from behind.

   The erotic sight of her own Mom with a fat prick wedged deeply inside
her made Sharon twitch with sexual excitement, something that didn't escape
Nigel's keen eye as she clenched her thighs firmly together.  The adults
came over to her, and pulled down her panties, forced her knees apart, then
both of them fingered the tight slit, calling her a vulgar slut when they
found it was dripping wet.  Maxine then had to kneel with her head between
her daughter's spread thighs as she was mounted once again, licking the
child's wet slot as she was vigorously fucked.  Despite all the shame of
being abused this way, what upset Sharon the most was that she'd enjoyed
every little sensation during her ordeal, the wicked lesbian incest, as
well as the forced bondage.  She determined not to visit her mother again,
and if she couldn't avoid it, she made sure it was always in public, and
for as short a time as possible, trying to circumvent any repeat of last
time.

   After her father's death, the office manager took charge, running the
business well, and Sharon became really wealthy, especially after receiving
the enormous insurance compensation, so she'd not have to work ever again.
She did occasional charity fund raising, and lots of shopping, often
sleeping late, but making up laziness by strenuous exercise routines, and
swimming in her private pool.  Sometimes she would wear a tight leotard, or
a swimming costume, but she just loved to exert herself in the nude,
watching her hot nakedness in the host of mirrors round her pool area, even
though it embarrassed her to see nudity, her own as well as anyone else. 
She traced this strange obsession to her earliest days at school, where
she'd done this several times.  It was a favourite with her PE teacher at
Lawnswood to punish girls with nude PE sessions, enjoying the sight of
their soft unclothed bodies stretching and bouncing round the gymnasium,
and the weird feelings had stayed.

   After a leisurely shower, dressing, and a small meal, Sharon went
shopping round the large stores in town, browsing round, with an occasional
thrill when she tried on some very expensive clothes.  She was admiring her
figure sheathed in a black silk dress, when up walked an old school
prefect, Louise Kitson, who greeted her very warmly, chatting, and
complimenting her choice of clothes.



   Sharon was really nervous when Louise followed her back into the large
changing cubicle, standing in the entrance, holding open the door so that
anyone could see her when she removed the dress.  Louise noticed the pretty
lace bra and panties laid neatly on a chair, telling Sharon she was a
naughty girl for not having her undies on, and landing a resounding smack
on her bottom.  Years of training at school kept her from jumping away with
shock, and Louise reached out to slide the zipper down, easing the dress
off the girl's shoulders while she called an attendant over to assist them.
Sharon had just turned round, holding the garment out for Louise when the
young shop assistant arrived, a trainee of about seventeen, and her eyes
took in Sharon's bare figure as she was handed a hair brush.  Desperately
she wanted to cover her undraped figure, but it became worse as, firmly,
she was told to brush her hair, lifting her hands to openly show off her
body, the flawless titties lifted slightly by her stance.

   Leaving the store, where a young assistant quickly dashed to the
restroom to soothe her burning passions, the two women went into a coffee
shop, for a long chat about old times at school.  Sharon never could
remember how they'd ended up going back to her house, but the rest of that
day was spent with them reminiscing over the marvellous fun they'd had at
Lawnswood, even having a few laughs over each others misfortunes.  It was
nice to have someone else in the house again, she enjoyed the fresh company
but Sharon was still a little afraid of Louise, as she seemed just as
superior as she remembered her at school.  After a tour of the house,
Louise invited her to be a guest for aerobics, at her own local sports
club, commenting on the fitness equipment in the pool area, so Sharon
gladly accepted this offer.

   It was still early evening when Louise left, surprising Sharon with a
fervent kiss on the mouth to say goodbye, then linking her arm as she
walked to the front gate for her taxi.  Swimming in a sea of mixed
emotions, the young woman was still dressed only in the scanty, elegant
underwear that Louise had insisted she model following today's shopping
trip.  The short lace chemise hung down from the ends of her firm breasts,
baring her tummy, while those delicate panties were cut narrow at the
front, showing the sides of her pubic bush, and dipped so far down, the top
curly hair was also displayed.  It had been a couple of hours since she'd
dressed in this outfit, but Louise hadn't let her resume suitable attire,
complimenting her profusely, repeatedly letting her fingers touch the
warmly exposed skin.

   Sharon's pussy was twitching as the taxi driver ogled her sweet body,
and she had a burning need for crude filthy, meaningless sex.  Masturbation
just wouldn't do, and even though this wasn't her usual night out, she
quickly got ready for the cinema.  This was her sole vice, the only one she
admitted to at least, where she would visit a small continental cinema once
a month, to watch foreign films.  Justifying her actions by saying it
improved all the languages she had learnt at school, in actual fact the
films were all very erotic, almost pornographic.  Finding a dowdy seat near
the back of the dark auditorium, Sharon watched a beautiful girl kidnapped
by three men, then sexually assaulted, stripped, and tied down to a wooden
table.  A man sat next to her, setting her pulse racing as his knee touched
hers, then his hand, sliding up her smooth stocking beneath her coat. 
Reaching to the warm bare flesh exposed above the tight dark band of her
stocking tops, the man easily pulled her unresisting thighs apart.  Opening
the access to her pussy, this complete stranger pushed her legs wide open
to get at her most private, intimate, womanly places.

   Sharon trembled at having to suffer this sexual assault right in the
middle of a public cinema, not daring to cry out and attract attention to
herself.  Although she came back regularly to this same dark cinema, she
pretended, even to herself that she was an innocent woman calmly watching a
film.  Hidden by gloom, the hand roamed over her crotch, feeling her bare
thighs, strong fingers stroking those skimpy lace panties, pressing the
gusset into her damp slit.  Slowly the buttons of her coat were undone all
the way up, then it was eased open, and laid over her arms to completely
expose the front of her body.  The darkness hid most of her lewd
exhibition, but several well lit scenes on the screen illuminated through
the shadows.  The rough hand caressed her soft tummy, over her ribs, then
beneath her pretty chemise, gently stroking those pert breasts, closing
round one globe.  Slowly the grip tightened, strong fingers sinking deep
into her firm flesh, compressing her tittie, then he twisted, first one
way, then the other, virtually screwing her bosom off altogether.  Cruelly
her right breast was mistreated in an identical way, both of them now
throbbing as the hand sneaked downward, towards her crotch, dipping under
the edge of her soft panties.

   Gripping tufts of pubic hair, the man tugged hard, nearly plucking them
out as Sharon struggled to keep quiet, listening to this man whisper that
he'd love to watch her plucked completely bald.  Blunt fingers slid into
her warm slit, scraping across her hard clitoris, driving into the sopping
love mouth and deep into the hot tunnel.  After frigging slowly at her
pussy, the man asked for her little panties, watching as she lifted her
hips to slide them down, sniffing the crotch, then slipping them into his
coat pocket.  Once more her hot pussy was assaulted, two hands working on
her this time, pulling the fleshy lips open, pinching her delicate inner
labia, then a thumb rubbing harshly across her solid clitoris.  She almost
sobbed in frustration when he stopped squashing her erect clit, but two
fingers sliding up her dripping quim soon quietened her down, and in
minutes she was frigged upto orgasm.

   Relaxing in the warm afterglow, Sharon hardly noticed as she was pushed
onto her knees between the seats, her hair gripped to press her face to
this man's solid erection.  Automatically her lips parted to take his
weapon in her warm mouth, sucking him to a speedy climax, then having to
suffer what she hated most about this whole degrading act.  Pulling the
girl's head right back, the man ejaculated onto her face, then onto her
boobs, finally wiping his dribbling tool in her hair.  She just knelt as he
put himself straight, noticing now the other men who had come to sit in
this row, and as her tormentor left, he gripped her hair and dragged her
along to the next seat.  She was passed down the line like a cheap tart,
sucking six men and taking their jets of spunk on her messy body.

   Finally she was able to get to the ladies restroom and see the
disgusting, filthy condition she was in, just brushing the spunk through
her hair, rubbing the thick gobs of sperm resting on her upper chest into
her boobs and her dirty chemise.  Wiping up all the spunk from her face,
Sharon pressed her wet hand between her legs, transferring the thick fluid
to her fat labia, then rubbing it well into the flesh.  Feeling absolutely
soiled, she fastened her coat and began walking home, revelling in the
squishy feeling between her legs, and the cold, clammy touch of the dirty
chemise on her bosom.  Reaching through her coat pockets, this young woman
eagerly fingered her hot pussy, but unsatisfied at this, she used her
hairbrush handle instead.  Sliding the hard wooden shaft right along her
slit, she pushed it deep in to her quim, climaxing easily.

   Next week Sharon gladly accompanied Louise to her aerobics class,
finding it really enjoyable to exercise with thirty other women, all
straining while toning their muscles, every one of them dressed in a brief
clinging leotard.  After the session, the changing room was packed with
hot, sweating, naked and near naked females, all moving about, and Sharon
must have rubbed up against a dozen nude bodies as they all squeezed by
her. Louise suggested they shower at home because of the crush, and when
Sharon agreed, she didn't realise that it also included the four other
women that had been chatting with them.

   When they finally arrived back at her house, Sharon was handed their
coats to hang up, while Louise organised who would shower first, telling
Sharon to remove her own coat and make some fresh coffee.  Soon she was the
only one in a leotard, the others being wrapped in thick, fluffy towels
since no-one had got dressed, and she was called upto the shower.  Louise
and another woman were still in the bathroom when she entered, but before
she could say anything, they'd offered to help wash her back, quickly
pulling her leotard off, then her sports bra and panties.  Pushing her
under the warm water, both women said she shouldn't wear any undies during
exercise, it caused too much restriction, and next time they'd check her
out before she started.  Paying no apparent attention to Sharon's attempts
to ward off their hands, or try to wash herself, these women chatted about
men, sex, other women, and general gossip, as they soaped her naked body.
Being told to stand still, Sharon was shocked when this other woman, who
she'd only met tonight, slipped a soapy finger right into her bottom, then
Louise slid another deep inside her quim.  After thoroughly washing her
lower holes, the ladies rinsed her off, and then wrapped her in a warm
towel.

   Downstairs, they were all doing each others hair, and makeup, still
gossiping about everything, but gradually conversation drifted round more
often to sex, especially when the towels got discarded one after the other.
Someone then asked for a comparison of busts, and Sharon was the final lady
to loose her towel, fully naked like everyone else, as they stood in pairs
to have their breasts examined.  While Sharon wasn't the largest, she did
have the firmest pair of boobs in the group, but she was very ashamed when
they voted her the untidiest minge, even threatening to shave it off if she
didn't smarten it up soon.  When they moved on to compare pussy slits, she
could have died as she sat on the coffee table, legs spread, while the
women pulled her labia about like some animal.  However, she was quite
proud of the tight, neat groove down between her thighs, because some of
the others looked positively ragged.

   Experiences were then swapped about their most exciting moments of
passion, as well as lurid tales of depravity, their most painful sexual
encounter, and the largest object taken inside their private parts.  Sharon
was asked to bring a cucumber, being ordered to insert its green shaft into
three of the ladies, then wank them with it, while others pulled the
woman's nipples.  One of them said she'd changed her mind, saying the
vegetable was too big for her, but she was pinned to the table, and Louise
made Sharon force the thick green dildo into her tight quim, everyone
laughing at her noisy squeals as it was pushed deeper and deeper.  Despite
her loud objections, the woman climaxed quickly, and then she was forbidden
to take out the cucumber when they let her up.  Sorrowfully, she was made
to spend the remainder of the evening having this huge green vegetable
sticking out of her pussy, held in tightly by her strong internal muscles.
Whenever anyone passed her, they would pull it out a little, then shove it
back in hard.

   As well as Louise, two of the other ladies who had come back for coffee
were ex-pupils of Lawnswood, one of them being the young woman with the
cucumber wedged up her quim.  Sharon never did work out exactly how their
conversation got turned round to old school friends, but she now found
herself talked into hosting a reunion party.  It was arranged for a week on
Saturday, with Sharon being told to provide drinks and buffet food for
thirty people, while Louise would sort out the guest list.  She also
instructed Sharon to meet her at a smart dress shop in a few days, where
they would choose a suitable party outfit for her.  The bill for the
evening soon grew quite large, as Louise suggested several things to be
included, and Sharon wondered whether she was doing a wise thing, since
Louise seemed to be in control of most of the arrangements, while finally
she was having to pay.  Money wasn't a real problem, however, and on party
night she was really excited, partly from anticipation of meeting people
she'd not seen for ages, and also not knowing what to expect.

   Louise stood next to her in the hall as they greeted all the arriving
guests, and Sharon soon began to realise that many of these were dominant,
haughty girls she'd hardly known, each being dressed in a beautiful gown.
Another, smaller group of guests she recognised as being really submissive
whilst at school, and these arrived actually wearing their school uniforms.
There were about five in this latter group, while there seemed to be two
dozen with a dominant personality, and when she went into the lounge, all
the schoolgirls were serving plates of canapés.  Sharon was introduced to a
group of very smart looking ladies, and as soon as she'd got a drink, and
some food, Louise told them an embarrassing story about her, making her
blush deep red all over, then suddenly changed the subject.  Compliments
were paid about her dress, the gorgeous red material, whose colour now
matched her face, and its daring style, which was quite different to her
normal choice.

   It was actually Louise who had chosen this, because it had no back at
all, and no shoulder straps, but seemed to mould perfectly to Sharon's
bosom.  Everyone was asking how it managed to remain in place, so Louise
explained that Sharon also had been concerned over her modesty, fearing
that the dress might fall down, but she'd fixed everything.  Sharon's blush
turned even darker as her guests were told that after she'd finished all
her preparations the strapless dress had then been glued to her bust. 
Strong adhesive was smeared around her nipples, the cups placed carefully
over her breasts, then both parts were pressed firmly together.  Several
hands reached over to tug at her dress, pulling the bodice forward, but she
wasn't able to defend herself since both her own hands were now full. 
Firmly squeezing their host's bosom, these ladies fondled and mauled her,
looking down the top of her dress while the bodice was eased away from her
chest.

   The nipples were solidly stuck to the material, stretching the dark
flesh from the globe as pressure was applied, till finally they were
dragged apart.  Sharon had to look down at her tender breasts making sure
her poor nipples hadn't been ripped off, relieved to find them still in
place, but shocked at the realisation that she was now actually topless in
front of everyone.  Looking round the room, Sharon saw that she wasn't
alone in being molested; all the other ladies in schoolgirl uniforms were
in the same predicament.  Breasts were being fondled inside blouses, skirts
were lifted up, navy blue knickers pulled down, and hands roamed about over
lower bodies.  The helpless girls made no protest, but their humiliation
was plainly etched on their faces, as they were publicly exposed.



   Finding herself with hands thrust between her own thighs, she was lost
about what to do, unable to put down anywhere the glass and plate she held,
to free her hands for defence, Sharon just stayed still.  Louise said it
was now time for her to change into her own school uniform, and she was
shipped off upstairs, to her bedroom, with Louise to assist her.  Entering
the sizable bedroom with her so called friend, Sharon pleaded not to wear
the outdated clothes she'd discarded five years ago, but was immediately
told to keep quiet.  Louise reminded her that she'd been a little whining
brat during school, and just like then, if she didn't behave properly,
she'd incur a good spanking.  Unable to resist a sudden surge of helpless
submission, Sharon obediently removed her fashionable clothes, hanging them
up, and taking out the blouse, skirt, and tie she'd never worn since she
was nearly eighteen years old.  She didn't know why she'd kept them, maybe
it would have been better to have thrown them out, but as she laid them
neatly on her bed, Louise instructed her to fetch the socks, shoes, and
knickers as well.

   Blushing with deep shame at having to produce the complete uniform,
Sharon nevertheless brought out some three quarter white socks, plain black
shoes, and navy blue cotton knickers.  Watching her subservient little
plaything, Louise smiled as she struggled into those small, tight knickers,
fastened five straining blouse buttons across her breasts, and zipped the
skirt shut.  Fastening the striped tie, and putting her hair up in bunches,
Sharon soon looked the perfect little schoolgirl.  Downstairs, she was
taken into the main room, where Louise loudly announced that their host was
now dressed properly for them, and related incidents from her school life.
Sharon was literally amazed that Louise knew so much about her, as they
hadn't been that friendly, neither in school, nor afterwards.

   Amongst the several achievements that she'd made at school, were lots of
stories of the punishments she'd received whilst at Lawnswood.  Each
account was told in every lurid detail, so that she very nearly relived
them, but then Louise recounted three occasions when she'd seen Sharon
getting changed for games, minutely describing the youngster's naked
figure. Several of her other guests now came forward, and related episodes
where they'd noticed her in embarrassing situations, the school medical
exam, getting beaten up and stripped on the playing fields by fourth
formers, and those night time dormitory raids.  It was unanimously decided
that some suitable reminder of schooldays be administered to their host,
and she was instructed to stretch over her dining table while her skirt was
tucked up, and her knickers lowered.  Each guest gave her ten smacks with a
gym shoe, and then all of them returned to deliver four vicious cuts of the
cane to her smarting rear as she was pinned down.

   Sobbing like a baby, she was helped upstairs, her knickers still round
her thighs, and taken into her pretty bedroom by two former prefects,
Deborah Kershaw and Pamela Hall.  Slowly they undressed her, removing the
school uniform that was now far too small for her mature body and she
quietly allowed them to kneel her up on the bed.  Bending over, she
accepted their kind offer of some soothing cream on her scorching hot bum
cheeks sighing as Pamela massaged the throbbing flesh.  Closing her eyes in
welcome relief, Sharon obediently moved her hands a little and then her
ankles, as she sensed Deborah fussing with them, though taking no notice.
When the massage stopped, several minutes went by before the young lady
opened her eyes, tantalised by the quiet sound of her cupboards and drawers
being opened.  Deborah and Pamela had discourteously begun looking through
all of her most intimate, private things.

   Shocked at seeing all her personal belongings now being searched
through, Sharon tried to get off the bed, suddenly discovering she had been
tied down securely.  These two women were carelessly dropping her things
all over the place, particularly her delicate frilly undies, and Sharon
grew nervously embarrassed as they came nearer to her bedside cabinet. 
Whoops of joy ensued as the ladies came across a big collection of personal
pleasure toys, including the books, magazines, and lewd videos she turned
herself on with.  Suffering terribly, Sharon was unable to move as they
perused her most private, secret belongings, hearing their insulting
comments about the stories of lesbian bondage, cruel gang rapes, and other
perverted material.

   While she pleaded with them to set her free, they pushed a large rubber
dildo into her mouth, sternly telling her to shut up, then fondled her
breasts, and exposed pussy while they skipped through the pornographic
literature.  Kneeling behind their captive, Pamela worked a slender
vibrator across her pussy lips, slowly easing it inside, and then took
another one to work into her pink anal ring.  Snorting round the dildo in
her mouth, Sharon felt helpless as her bottom was penetrated by a throbbing
plastic vibrator, taking the shaft deeper inside.  Deborah and Pamela took
a vibrator each and masturbated their little sexual slave, taking them out,
replacing them, and driving them further into her body with repeated
powerful thrusts.  Exhausted from repeated orgasms, Sharon lay still, her
bottom raised up high, as these cruel torturers left her, hardly noticing
as they wrote across her spread cheeks in felt tip pen, "I am a naughty
girl, please cane my bottom."

   Going downstairs, Deborah announced that their young host was now
available for their entertainment, if anyone wanted to pop up to her
pretty, feminine bedroom for a bit of totally disgusting fun.

   This wasn't the only diversion laid on for their pleasure though, as
sexy music played in the lounge for them to dance quietly to, two ladies
with each other.  One of the couples had a submissive schoolgirl dancing
impaled on her partner's immense dildo, which was wedged into her pussy,
her skirt raised to show off her bare bum.  As they danced around the
floor, the other guests would lash her exposed bottom with their bamboo
canes, making her flinch and wriggle on the wide shaft stuffed in her. 
There was another young schoolgirl in the kitchen, sat on the table with
her knees lifted and spread wide apart, her absent knickers revealing an
exquisite smooth quim.  The ladies took it in turns to stuff various fruits
and vegetables up her pussy, most of them phallic, like cucumber, carrot,
banana, but some were softer fruits such as strawberries, or overripe kiwi.
Someone eased a raw egg into the girl's vagina, pushing it deeper with the
end of a giant cucumber, then ramming it really hard, to smash the eggshell
against her tender cervix.

   The poor schoolgirl had to accept half a dozen eggs inside her, then her
navy blue knickers were replaced, and she was sent back to the party. 
Walking round caused the broken egg shells to churn round inside her cunny,
chafing the delicate inner walls for the rest of the evening.  A further
subjugated schoolgirl was getting abused in the massive hallway, bent over,
navy knickers round her knees as one of the dominant ladies secured a
spiked rubber dildo round her own hips, then eased the shaft inside the
girl's quim.  Despite her shrill squeals she was made to walk upstairs,
coupled to the woman, before the cruel phallus was removed.  Next it was
inserted into her tiny little bum, and she walked upstairs again.  Lots of
the women joined in these amusements, fucking the girl's lower holes with
brutal recklessness till they became red raw.



   Upstairs, Sharon's outlook wasn't any better than her companions, having
been caned till her bottom nearly burst into flames, then someone wrote,
"I'm a vulgar cow, whip my legs", along her thighs with felt pen.  She was
almost hysterical with the pain behind her as the cane cut into the firm
fleshy thighs, but when she begged her tormentors for mercy, she was no
better.  They'd released her wrists, allowing her to kneel upright, then
retied her wrists to her ankles, presenting her naked front for their cruel
pleasure.  Again that pen decorated her figure, writing "I'm a dirty slut",
across one firm breast, and "please beat my titties", across the other. 
Following these instructions, the guests willingly beat both her thrust out
breasts, whipping the cane down all over them including the hard brown
nipples so deliciously stuck on the end.

   Just over her thin pubic line was inscribed, "I'm a filthy whore, punish
my pussy for me", then her bold prominent mound and fleshy lower petals
were viciously thrashed until she screamed noisily.

   "I am a cheap trollop, finger these holes", was written along the front
of each thigh, with an arrow pointing to her quim, and she was suitably
masturbated to multiple, long, shattering orgasms.

   Finally passing out from sexual exhaustion, Sharon woke up hours later,
once more tied forward on the bed, but her thighs were now secured so that
she couldn't move sideways.  Turning her head, she could clearly see her
own reflection in the dressing table mirror and in the wardrobe, one
showing a side view, the other looking directly between her widely spread
legs.  Secured round her waist was a broad belt, with another running
through her legs, holding the two vibrators wedged into her lower
passageways.  Slowly she realised they were switched on, as delicate
sensations blossomed deep down inside her tummy, front as well as rear,
building into an irresistible climax, which she watched explode as her
captive hips wriggled about.  Laid on the dressing table was the wrapper
from a brand new set of batteries, promising many more hours of delicious
torment, but she couldn't see her bedside clock, since the light reflected
off it.

   Carefully she studied those messages written all over her body, repulsed
by their vulgarity, then she tested her bonds, found them all to be tight,
with the knots well out of reach.  There was apparently no easy way out of
her present predicament; probably she'd have to wait until Louise decided
to release her.  It was very quiet in the house, although sound never had
carried very well around the solid construction of her family home. 
Struggling to hear the slightest noise, Sharon's restricted concentration
was disturbed, with another climax rippling through her damp loins, tearing
across her heaving bosom, and leaving her totally breathless.  She was
certain everyone had gone home by now forgetting all about her bound and
helpless body, deftly trussed up in the middle of her own bed.

   What if Louise also forgot about her, or had an accident, her keen
imagination raced ahead through dozens of disgraceful scenarios.  She
pictured the police breaking in and finding her rigid corpse on the bed,
dead from starvation or thirst, then the headlines in all the papers about
a sex crazy woman's games gone wrong, or the victim of a lone burglar,
raped, sexually abused, then left to die in cruel bondage.  Supposing she
actually was to get burgled tonight, what would he do on finding her,
trussed and helpless, freedom was unlikely, that sort would certainly take
unfair advantage.  The vibrators would be replaced with the hard shaft of a
gigantic male penis, both holes savagely penetrated, then flooded with hot
sperm.

   The criminal would never be satisfied with just one fuck, he'd return to
her many times.  Sharon loathed the actual sex act, viewing it as a filthy
way men satisfied their uncontrolled sexual excesses, although her actual
experience was rather limited.  She'd mainly had contact only with girls,
first at prep school, then at Lawnswood, seeing rather few men other than
her father, or uncles.  Her mother's lover had made a striking impression
of depravity, while her only boyfriend was determined to pull her little
panties down while kissing her, and slam his prick into an unprepared hole.
Earlier failures had been compounded by those visits she'd made to the
cinema, where twice she'd been forced beyond her usual limit of only
masturbation and fellatio.

   The first time she had been penetrated while sat in her unlit seat, a
quick dry fuck, then, several months later, she was surprised to see a man
softly enter the ladies toilet behind her.  Pulling a knife, he threatened
her, sliced her panties to shreds, cut holes in her bra cups, then produced
the fattest cock she had ever seen.  Slowly he forced it into her sodden
vagina, the walls stretching painfully wider than she'd have thought
possible, then shafting her till he pumped loads of spunk inside her. 
Sharon had been terrified as he gently slid the broad knife blade inside
her dripping quim, making her hold it there while he straightened his
clothing.  Retrieving the weapon, he left quickly, but Sharon was in no
state to make any fuss, the shock left her a total nervous wreck, crying
for many months following that horrifying attack.

   Rousing from a fleeting, uncomfortable doze to the sound of milk bottles
rattling, Sharon was about to shout out for help when her fear of men
silenced her cries.  Thinking about the situation she was in made her
realise that she wouldn't be a great deal better off if a woman found her
like this.  It was after all a group of ladies who'd cruelly trussed her up
in this fashion, and even her own mother was not averse to abusing her on
occasion.  About mid morning she heard a noise downstairs, and her heart
began racing, partly through relief that she wouldn't die yet, but also
fearing just who it might be, and what they would do when they found her.



   Louise had kindly phoned Sharon's Mom just after breakfast time,
explaining about the party last night, and how things had gotten a little
out of hand.  Maxine Charlesworth knew Louise very well, as the woman had
also been a pupil at Lawnswood, meeting Louise during a visit to her
daughter just after she'd left her husband.  Taking the girl to one side,
Maxine asked her to keep an eye on Sharon, bringing her reports of the
girl's progress during their many school holidays.  Louise would stop at
Maxine's on her own way home, receiving twenty pounds every time she
recounted the younger girl's activities, and then spending a most pleasant
evening with the older woman.  Maxine always sent her lover off to the pub,
to get him out of the way, and then both of them would shower together, put
on frilly undies, relax with a raunchy video, and masturbate each other. 
Sometimes Maxine tied a dildo round her waist, and fucked the young
schoolgirl, but when her boyfriend returned, they would perform in front of
their interested guest, even letting her sit on the man's prick.

   Sharon felt somewhat easier when her mother walked into the bedroom,
although she expected a serious telling off, then her heart sank when Nigel
entered the room behind her.  Both adults took a proper look at her
helpless figure, commenting on the written invitations all over her bare
skin, but seemed in no hurry to release her bonds.  Gripping her daughter's
hair, and pulling her head right back, Maxine said she was a stupid, filthy
little slut who was now obviously incapable of even looking after herself
properly while she was living on her own in this house.

   Unfastening the rope tied round her daughter's wrists and ankles, Maxine
helped her to stand up on strained legs, and then assisted her downstairs,
rejecting her request for something to wear.  Sternly ordering Sharon to
stand up straight in the lounge, feet apart, hands behind her, Maxine and
Nigel sat in front of her on a sofa.  She explained to her young daughter
that Louise had let her know the present situation, adding that a video
tape of last night's proceedings was in the VCR.  Pressing the play button,
they leaned back to watch a pornographic story that had them squirming
about in their seats, although Sharon squirmed where she was, in shame.

   When her Mom instructed her to stop dancing about so much, she
shamefully asked to use the toilet, shocked when Nigel went into the
kitchen to fetch a pint jug.  While the man held the glass jug between her
legs, she had to squat lower and pee in front of him, quickly filling the
container.  Struggling to curtail the flow of warm urine, Sharon controlled
her bladder till he returned, then had to repeat the previous performance.
When the tape finished, Maxine slipped it into her bag, then asked her
daughter what was written on her flesh, telling her lover to accept each of
these lewd invitations as she read them out.

   Sharon was beaten till her body throbbed, then had to kneel and take
Nigel's erect penis in her mouth, sucking him off as her mother got
undressed.  Bringing the man close to an orgasm, the girl had to move over
to her own mother, push her head in between the woman's thighs, and suck
her dripping pussy.  Having removed his own clothes, Nigel now ordered the
young woman to beg for his prick, plead with him to fuck the hot little
quim till she screamed.  Kneeling on all fours with her bottom stuck out,
Sharon was fucked by her Mom's lover, powerful strokes ramming into her
youthful pussy, and then degradingly taking him up her tight little bottom,
being sodomised till he climaxed.

   Sharon was kept naked for the rest of the day, much to her shame,
repeatedly being pulled across either adult's knee for a rigorous spanking,
or bent over for the thin cane across her bare bottom.  Four more times she
was shagged vigorously by Nigel, twice by her own mother who strapped a
huge dildo round her loins, even taking a big fat cucumber in her quim,
till her arse and cunt were sore and dripping with come.  Maxine
Charlesworth explained to her daughter that in future her life was to be
controlled by these two adults, since she couldn't handle it herself.  She
would still live here, on her own as before, but her Mom would visit more
often, and she would take on many more outside interests, under adult
direction.  She'd heard about the aerobics session at Louise's fitness
club, instructing Sharon to join properly, not just go as a guest, and to
invite some of the ladies back to her home, as she'd done last week, for a
coffee and a shower.  She was to do this every Monday evening, without
fail, putting herself at these ladies disposal.  Each Wednesday her Mom
would visit, for a nice shopping trip into town, followed by a leisurely
evening with her daughter, and then she would also stay the night,
enhancing the girl's proper training.

   Louise had seen Sharon at that foreign cinema one night, telling Maxine
about it, and she now drew all the lewd details out of her frightened,
naked daughter.  The girl was instructed to make this a weekly visit,
rather than monthly, every Friday night she had to allow any man that
wanted to assault her.  Before leaving the cinema, she was to invite one or
two of the dirty men back to her house, entertaining them for the rest of
the evening, or letting them stay till morning if they wished.  Sharon
wouldn't be allowed to offer any resistance to their demands, no matter how
perverse.



   Sunday was a terrible day for Sharon; she spent most of it crying her
eyes out.  It wasn't just her sore bottom, or the rest of her tender body
that had been beaten by her mother and her lover, it was the cruel dilemma
she now faced.  All her life had been spent cultivating quiet solitude,
trying to keep away from other people so she didn't become involved with
them.  That was finished now, as it was unlikely her mother would
relinquish the control she'd just gained over her beautiful daughter. 
Louise and her friends wouldn't make things easy for her, and no doubt
those previously stimulating visits to the cinema were soon to cause her
countless problems.  There was nothing she could do about it though, and
her resistance to anything had always been quite weak, the submissive
aspects of her personality forcing her to bow to anyone's wishes.

   Arriving early at the sports club, Sharon completed her form for
membership, paid her ticket, then accepted the offer of a guided tour.  One
of the lady instructors came over, a tall blonde, well muscled, wearing
trainers, very brief shorts, and a cut off vest halfway up her belly. 
Taking her to the locker rooms first, this instructor introduced herself as
Karen Hudson, a firm handshake making Sharon watch taut nipples bounce
against her skimpy vest.  Karen insisted that she put her bag and coat in a
locker, passing comment on the modest cut leotard Sharon was wearing. 
There were several women in the showers next door to them, and a few others
walking round without any clothes on either, even going out into the rest
of the building.  Gasping with surprise at their brazen, open attitude,
Sharon was informed that tonight was ladies only, liberating members from
being restrained by clothing, especially those tight outfits when
exercising.

   Going through this building presented a staggering array of sights,
boobs and pussies being flashed all over the place, but most exciting was a
girl of about eighteen with a skipping rope.  She was totally naked, with
brown pubic hair that was trimmed to a narrow horizontal bar across the top
of her mound, all the rest of her vulva being smooth, and now fully
displayed.  She'd been resting when they approached, a shiny thin film of
perspiration on her bronzed skin, but Karen sternly told her to do another
fifty, and Sharon was surprised when this girl quietly answered "Yes Miss."
They stood and watched when she started skipping, quickly picking up speed,
which caused her very generous breasts to swing about all over the place.
Several times the girl was slapped in the face by her own boobs, the
resounding crack of skin on skin filling the room.  When she finished,
Karen sent her off to the plunge pool, then told her to report for some
massage, slapping her cute bare bottom as she sprinted past them.

   They'd finished their tour as the aerobics session was starting, and
this week Sharon noticed three women on the far side with no clothes on at
all, only trainers.  Despite her moral outrage about public nudity, which
she didn't like even on a foreign beach, her eyes kept straying over to
these naked women.  She missed several steps during their routines, and
while they rested at half time, the young woman in front of her complained
about her thin leotard cutting into her.  Open mouthed, Sharon watched as
she peeled the stretch fabric from her firm body, rubbing the red marks
down in her hot groin.  When they resumed exercising she was hopeless, her
gaze fixed on the bare bum in front of her, and the muscled back.  It was
all she could do to keep standing as this woman bent over, her smooth pussy
opening wetly to display invitingly pink flesh.  Almost coming from this
open exhibition of intimate female parts, she struggled to follow their
instructor's detailed directions.



   Sharon hardly noticed when the session finished, meekly following
Louise's lead as she took her elbow and led her into the changing rooms. 
They were in a small group again, standing round chatting instead of
getting changed, but Sharon seemed to be in a private little dream world,
not listening at all.  They walked over to a mirror, and she realised they
were talking about her leotard, and how its light colour showed the damp,
not only from her armpits, and down the centre of her breasts, but her
crotch also appeared to be quite soaked.  There was a dark stain in between
her legs, as if she'd wee'd herself, and she stood speechless as each of
the women slid her hand over the warm, damp patch.

   When someone asked what they were going to do now, Sharon automatically
invited them back to her place, as her Mom had instructed, telling them
they were all welcome to clean up and relax for as long as they wanted. 
Once more she hosted a group of females she hardly knew, apart from Louise,
offering them the complete freedom of her home, while she waited slavishly
on them all.  They were all served coffee at last, six ladies dressed just
in towels again, when one of them asked why she'd changed her leotard this
week into a very full cut one, even wearing cycling shorts underneath. 
Louise reminded her that she'd been told last week she was not to wear any
undies, but as they had forgotten to check that before the session, they
would do it now.  Reluctantly, Sharon peeled her clammy leotard from her
shoulders and pushed it round her ankles, being told to stand up before she
stepped out of it, leaving a puddle of damp cloth round her feet.

   Coming over for a closer look, the ladies examined carefully the message
written on her boobs, "I am a dirty slut", was across one breast, with
"please beat my titties", across the other.  Someone gripped her cycle
shorts and pulled them right down, taking both garments away from her,
leaving her entirely naked while everyone inspected the other vulgar
announcements on her body.  Sharon was instructed to fetch them a cane,
which she brought from her own bedroom, then she had to kneel and repeat
one of the invitations to each of the ladies present.  After each severe
beating she was questioned about the party where she'd been so nicely
marked up like this, then made to explain why they'd not washed off in the
shower.  One reason was that they'd been written with a permanent,
waterproof marker, but also her Mom had traced over each message to renew
it just a few days ago.  Sharon's nude figure was whipped by all of them,
particularly her proud pubis, and labia, till she couldn't stop crying,
then she was forced to masturbate her sore quim in front of everyone.

   Several of the ladies complained about her untidy minge again, as the
group last week had, so Sharon was instructed to trim her pubic bush quite
short, while they all had a good look, then to shave the edges, her outer
labia, and right up the crease of her pert bottom.  When they'd all
finished having their fun, these women got dressed, then thanked Sharon
amiably for her kind hospitality, kissing her tenderly, full on the lips.
Gently they now stroked her undraped figure, caressing each sore bosom, or
slipping a finger along her punished cunny slit.  Going out to their cars
in the wide driveway, the ladies insisted that Sharon wave them off,
disregarding the feeble complaints that she was undressed.  Taking her
elbow they'd marched her through the front door, making her stand in the
open, forbidding her to conceal her nude body.  Fortunately she lived in a
quiet lane with well spaced large houses, so none of her neighbours were
likely to watch her, but she was very glad to dash back inside.  Despite
the profound shame of this evening, Sharon remained fully naked until
bedtime.



   Maxine Charlesworth had directed her young daughter to alter her visits
to the little cinema that always showed the foreign films, instead of going
there once a month, she was now to attend every weekend.  Sharon
meticulously bathed herself after lunch on Friday afternoon, soaking in a
hot bath filled with scented bubbles for an hour, then scrubbing her skin
with a loofa.  Repeated sessions of extended submission over the last few
weeks had begun to mould her personality, and she now felt compelled to
perform a slightly uncommon, special routine.  Reaching into the cabinet up
above the bath, Sharon removed a big rubber enema syringe, shaped like some
virile penis, with a large scrotum underneath it.

   She'd acquired this obscene looking device four years ago, when intense
stomach cramps had forced her to call the doctor, who'd prescribed severe
flushing out, writing down a note for a surgical appliance store.  Sharon
had struggled to the business indicated by the doctor, her poor tummy in
agony, arriving just when the woman was closing up.  After being told to
come back tomorrow, Sharon had pleaded to be served today, she couldn't
stand this discomfort any longer, and rashly, as usual, promised to give
anything for special service.  The woman had then relented, letting her
inside, locking the door behind them, and closing the shutters.  Handing
over the envelope from her own doctor, Sharon watched the shopkeeper read
the note inside, smiling widely at its content, which she hadn't seen yet.
The lady was about forty years old, and took Sharon's hand in a motherly
way as she led her to the far side of the shop, patting her firm rear end
as she said they'd lots of things for a girl's poorly bottom.

   Sharon blushed at this comment, then even more so, as long white tubes,
rubber bulbs, bags, and containers were all spread out on the counter in
front of her.  The woman promised to fix her up, but needed to see her
tummy, so Sharon Charlesworth stood in the middle of a strange shop and
removed her dress when asked.  Wearing just her undies, she tried to remain
calm as this woman pressed her swollen belly, which was somewhat painful,
then felt a hand slide down the back of her panties, onto her bottom, while
the other one stroked further down her tummy, touching the edge of her
pubic bush.  Before she knew what was happening, her panties had been
pulled down to her ankles, and she was asked to step out of them, leaving
her in just bra, suspenders and black stockings.  Sharon had expected to
just pick up what she required then leave, returning to the privacy of her
own home, not to be subjected to extensive intimate examination by a total
stranger.  "This is the equipment you need", the shopkeeper remarked
calmly, "young ladies like yourself often aren't suited to these slender,
clinical implements, you require something with substance to it".

   She was pointing to an embarrassing array of slim tubes and long probes
on the counter, but holding in her right hand a large pink rubber dildo, in
the exact representation of erect male genitals.  Sharon was agitated at
this blatant sexuality, even more so when she was handed the large phallus
and obediently inspected all its features, pulling back the realistic
foreskin to expose a tapered purple glans.  She squeezed the soft scrotum,
hearing the air rush through the knob end, as the woman explained how water
was stored in the balls, then ejaculated exactly like a man's climax. 
Sharon nearly fainted at the shopkeeper's vulgar manner, but offered no
protest as she was led toward the back of the shop, listening as the lady
said she could try it out here and obtain some immediate relief.  Sharon
was pushed over a wooden table, her bottom in the air, as the lady rubbed
cream into her bum, lubricating the hole.  A finger entered her tight anus,
roughly working at it, then this massage extended between her thighs,
across her pussy, up to the top of her slit.

   The shopkeeper filled a jug with lukewarm water, added some liquid soap,
then squeezed the dildo's scrotum to suck up this fluid.  Telling Sharon to
relax, the woman now pressed the imitation prick against her bottom,
working the narrow head into her lubricated anus, slowly spreading it open
to admit the flared glans.  The young girl was panting at this unusual
strain onto her tiny bottom, but the woman suddenly pressed the rubber
testicles, forcing warm soapy water into her tight rectum.  After ten
minutes waiting she was allowed to use the toilet, and the relief seemed
exquisite.  The urgency now abated, Sharon was permitted to dress, and
return home, with instructions to use the enema syringe every morning to
keep her properly cleaned out.

   Four days later she was surprised to have the doctor call at her house,
right after tea, and they moved into the warm lounge together, where she
was asked if her health was improving any.  Dr Beverly Forrest always
showed interest in her patients, but particularly towards good looking,
young female ones, special regard being provided to those who she sensed
were really malleable.  Sharon Charlesworth had piqued her interest several
years before, when she'd called into the surgery complaining of a severe
irritation inside her vulva.  It had taken quite a bit of coaxing to get
the girl to disclose what was wrong with her, despite blushing very deeply,
stumbling over her words, and constantly apologising for her shyness.  What
really intrigued the doctor most was how Sharon addressed her as Miss, as
if she'd been a teacher, a good indication that she would obey directions.

   Dr Forrest told her to stand up, using a rather firmer tone than was
normal for patients, then instructed her to remove her dress.  Sharon had
looked round for a screen, but Beverly said "Don't be silly, just get it
off", watching closely while the nervous young woman stripped to her frilly
satin undies.  Suffering such painful distress at this point was merely the
beginning, as she was next asked to take her panties right off, then spread
her outer labia so the doctor could study the pink insides.  Sharon had
been made to stand for ten minutes with her cunny pulled apart like that,
while Dr Forrest asked questions about her personal hygiene, how often
she'd had sex, and how often she masturbated.  Cringing with shame, the
girl had answered everything, admitting to only three occasions of
intercourse, but dropping her head as she confessed to masturbating at
least four times every single week.  Proceeding with a full examination,
Beverly Forrest had done everything she could to embarrass the young girl,
then given her some cream, and watched as she forced her to apply it to the
outsides of her sore vulva, then right inside the tender vagina.

   She hadn't seen this young woman after that, but a statement was added
into her notes, identifying her attitude to Beverly.  Then, when she had
returned a few days ago, Dr Forrest planned to take full advantage of her
lovely compliant nature again.  Sharon felt jittery as the doctor
questioned her now, vivid recollections of their previous brief encounter
making lewd images fill her mind, distracting her full attention. 
Automatically she obeyed Dr Forrest's instructions to prepare herself for
an examination, standing, removing her dress, then turning round to display
her brief, frilly underwear.  Sharon kept still as Beverly reached forward
to lower her satin panties down, leaving them stretched tightly across her
thighs, above her dark stocking tops.  The soft panties were soon removed
completely followed by her bra, her matching suspenders, and her stockings.



   Placing one hand on the patient's bare bottom, Dr Forrest rested her
head against the warm tummy, listening to the heavy, churning activity
inside, and breathing in the fragrance of moist pussy.  Beverly questioned
the poor young woman about her recent problem, pressing the still agitated
stomach as she forced her to disclose intimate details about her visit to
that surgical supply store.  Sharon quivered inside when she was told to
demonstrate how she'd used the syringe, leading the doctor upstairs into
the bathroom, then letting her closely inspect the fake cock, while she ran
a sink full of warm water.  After adding some mild liquid soap, she
squeezed the testicles until they'd filled, lubricated her bottom with cold
cream, then slowly worked the tapered glans inside her tight anal ring.  Dr
Forrest watched this insertion closely, since the woman's rear was towards
her, noting how she now squeezed the huge balls to eject the water inside
her bum.

   The doctor had been really annoyed with her, and as Sharon sat in the
bath today, all these years later, she could clearly call to mind what
happened.  She'd been told to watch while Dr Forrest rubbed cold cream all
along the length of the rubber penis, even pulling back the loose foreskin
to lubricate the glans.  "You stupid child", berated the doctor, "an
instrument like this needs to have its entire length utilised, as you would
a real prick.  Now bend over while I shove it all up your bum".  Sharon
remembered her fear as she obediently leaned forward for the doctor, doing
the same thing now, working the penis into her resistant bottom.  It still
hurt when the broad glans forced open her anus, even though she'd done this
quite a few times, then she manipulated the veined shaft deeper into her
rectum.  Dr Forrest had pushed well in, and withdrawn, then pushed it
further inside, going deeper with each stroke, and Sharon now copied this
technique as she knelt in her soapy bath, sodomising herself with a large
rubber dildo.

   When the giant shaft was fully inserted, Beverly masturbated her patient
for a few minutes, then said her lover was going to shoot, squeezing the
balls every time she rammed it forward.  Sharon felt as if someone were
ejaculating deep in her belly, as strong jets of warm soapy fluid blasted
her soft insides.  Sometimes she liked to beg her imaginary rapist for
mercy, as she had done with the doctor, but when she felt really bizarre,
like she did now, her hand would be forced right up her back.  With one
hand driving the dildo into her bottom she now had no support, and slowly
her head sank under the bath water, almost drowning her.  She was forced to
hold her breath, unable to scream or gasp at the fierce thrusts deep into
her behind, squeezing the imitation balls until all the water had emptied
inside her belly.

   Dr Forrest had insisted that three more soapy injections be made to
ensure that deep internal flushing was properly accomplished, and the young
woman had submissively leaned over while her bottom was ravaged repeatedly.
Sharon felt mortified when the doctor had actually watched her use the
toilet while her bowels drained into the white pan.  Then she was wiped
like a baby, cold cream applied onto her bottom, and this woman's long
slender fingers slid right up inside her flushed out rectum.  Dr Forrest
further directed the long syringe be used as a douche, greasing and filling
it again, then making her young patient stand with her thighs spread while
she worked it slowly into her quim.  Sharon was masturbated with the dildo,
as she now did to herself, wanking to near climax, the soapy water
squirting high into her vagina, completely cleaning both lower holes.  Once
again, several repetitions were needed to ensure a suitable result, the
dildo being rammed in each time.



   Drying herself off, Sharon powdered her smooth skin, sprayed cool
perfume on all her warm pulse spots, and her pubic mound as well, then
dressed in sensual, frilly undies.  Suspenders held her black stockings
taught while she slid pink satin French knickers up her long legs, then
cupped her firm breasts into a lace trimmed bra.  Completing her outfit was
a red velvet dress, with a high hemline and six buttons down the front,
over which she wore her grey Mac.  Checking her appearance in the hall
mirror she was very satisfied with the effect, nice and clean, neat, smart,
with just a nuance towards the suggestive.  As she walked out from the
house it gave her a thrill to think of the state she'd be in on her return,
and she walked briskly towards the small continental cinema.

   Finding herself a seat in the middle of a row near the back, she settled
down to watch the movie, where a young secretary had to go down onto the
factory shop floor.  Wolf whistles on all sides made her hips sway even
more, and when she turned a corner she almost fell over the tea lady who
was knelt sucking off four workers.  Someone grabbed her, forced her to her
knees, and she also had to fellate several factory workers before she was
released to continue along her errand.  All through the film this poor girl
was assaulted and abused, on the shop floor, then in the foreman's office,
even by her boss when she returned with only some of the files he wanted.

   Sharon nearly jumped when a hand touched her leg, slowly sliding
upwards, and she settled back in the darkness as some strange man freely
began to indecently assault her unresisting body while she watched the
erotica on the screen.  Her coat was unfastened, skirt pushed right up,
then fingers delved beneath her French knickers, finding her damp pussy,
and frigging her to climax.  When the man departed, she remained in her
dishevelled state for a few minutes till someone else sat next to her,
continuing with her submissive violation.  After fumbling beneath her short
skirt, the man undid all the buttons up the front, pulling the edges apart
to provide him access to her scantily clad figure.  Roughly, her sodden
cunny was rubbed hard, pressing her satin gusset in between the labia, then
her erect nipples were painfully tweaked through her bra.  Another man now
sat on her other side, and Sharon's hands were guided to their laps,
finding an erect cock on each side which she proceeded to massage expertly.

   Mauled from both directions, Sharon Charlesworth heard her dainty bra
tear under the pressure, spilling her breasts fully into the open, then her
satin panties were grabbed by the two men, and also torn to shreds. 
Fortunately the film was very noisy as the young secretary was stripped
naked by the mature woman in charge of their office, then bent over the
desk to have her bottom spanked with a lengthy plastic ruler.  One of these
men whispered in her ear that she'd look good like that, and Sharon knew
she had no alternative but to invite him back to her house, otherwise she'd
be in serious trouble with her mother.  Extending this invitation, she was
told to invite the other man as well, who also eagerly accepted, so all
three quickly left the cinema.



   Arriving back home, she took her guests coats, hung them up, along with
her own, then was brusquely ordered to fix up some drinks for them.  She
had to stand in front of them as they sipped their whisky, turning around
under the bright lights of the comfy lounge, so they could see how she
looked.  On command she removed her dress, allowing them to see the
comments written on her skin, then stripped off her torn satin bra and
ripped panties for them to study her tattoos better.  The two strangers
made her position her denuded figure so they could see every tiny, private
detail.

   Sharon explained that a group of her female friends had done this to her
as a prank, and the men nodded when she added that her Mom had insisted
that every one of those invitations remain.  She had to fetch them her
cane, bending over while her bottom and thighs where punished, following
which she was instructed to stand and stroke her pussy while she watched
these men undress.  Their solid erections were waving in front of them as
they whipped the fronts of her thighs, her thrusting titties, then worked
slowly down her tummy to her prominent pubic mound.  Sharon had to lay back
across her low coffee table now, legs spread really wide apart to openly
display her tender private parts.  She was made to repeat the rude
inscription written just above her dark pubic line, "I'm a filthy whore,
punish my pussy for me", then her raised prominent mound and fleshy lower
petals were viciously caned by these cruel men.

   Sobbing with the pain in her beaten quim, the woman watched while one of
those men knelt between her open thighs, rubbing his erect prick between
her bruised labia, then slowly eased into her moist vaginal passage.  It
was a painful fuck, since the man also traced the deep purple lines along
her chastised flesh, then she had to take the other man's prick in her
mouth, and fellate him.  Pulling and twisting her punished breasts,
stroking her beaten tummy and firm thighs, the two men added to her torment
as they shagged her strongly from opposite ends.  Quickly they both
ejaculated inside her mouth and pussy, but pulled out to squirt the dregs
of their spunk onto her face and belly.  They sat back now, ordering Sharon
to refresh their drinks while they recovered, watching avidly as she walked
round dressed only in black stockings, suspenders and high heel shoes.

   She had to bend over next, holding her sore bum cheeks apart while one
of the men pushed his cock into her tight bottom, gripped her hips, and
arse fucked her with long, powerful strokes.  His partner eased his prick
into the girl's mouth, face fucking her in time with the man at the other
end, gripping her tender breasts to keep her in place.  Once more, thick,
hot spunk ejaculated right inside her body, flooding her, then splattered
on her abused figure as they both withdrew their pumping pricks.  Picking
up the cane, the two men chastised her defenceless body again, making her
turn and bend into poses which exposed her most private, tender places to
their cruel attack.  Sharon was helpless to resist as they fucked her sore
pussy, sodomised her stretched bottom, and made her suck their soiled
members clean.

   When they'd at last had their fill of violating this good looking young
woman the men dressed, and said goodbye, leaving her slumped over a low
coffee table.  Sharon felt like a whore, shagged to a standstill, sore,
spunk all over her, dripping out of both her holes when she stood up.  She
would have loved to take a warm refreshing shower, but she denied herself
the luxury, staggering instead up to her bedroom.  Falling onto the bed,
she quickly fell asleep, tossing about as she dreamt of endless men, and
women, ravishing her in between bouts of savage punishment and torture,
with no escape.



   Refreshed by her morning shower, Sharon felt much cleaner, more her
usual self, but the occasional twinge from a bruise quickly recalled last
nights escapade.  After lunch, her Mom called round, accompanied by her
lover, Nigel, and these adults made her relate what happened, then get
stripped off to display her nicely marked figure.  Before they left, Maxine
told her daughter to sit on her boyfriend's lap, impaling herself on his
erection, then watched as she humped him to orgasm, filling her cunny.  The
thick spunk was running down her thighs as she waved to them from her gate.



   Sharon Charlesworth was glad of her days off, peaceful times when she
was free from abuse, and her harassed body could recover from the ravages
heaped upon it.  Exactly as she'd been promised by her mother, her
activities had indeed been broadened out.  Instead of a private, solitary
life, she was now subjected to cruel lesbian dominance by her school friend
Louise, and her sundry companions, including sexual abuse by her own
mother. Heterosexual experience was provided by strangers in the public
cinema, or when they were invited back to her home, additional guidance
coming from her own mother's lover, when he was allowed to freely use her
body during the weekend.  Often her Mom would hold open her labia, or pull
her bum cheeks apart so she could watch her boyfriend's massive prick slide
deeply into her daughter's helpless body as he fucked her.

   During the last several months she'd undergone all sorts of crude
torment, becoming more submissive each time, learning indecent sensual
techniques which could pleasure anyone she might meet.  Louise and Maxine,
her Mom, had called round together last night making her dress up in her
old school uniform during most of the evening, commenting on how much
better behaved she was recently.  Both ladies calmly discussed the
possibility of returning Sharon back to Lawnswood Girls School for a
period, to catch up on what she'd missed there as a much younger girl. 
Education was no great problem, as she'd passed all her exams, but she'd
somehow managed to avoid all those social activities that her Mom, and
Louise had enjoyed so much.

   Maxine phoned the headmistress, confirming there would be no problem,
they would love to have Sharon seated behind her desk again, and no doubt
the other girl's could make her feel at home with them.  Despite now being
23 years old, she'd join the usual first formers, with absolutely no status
in school, and be treated in just the same way as any other newcomer to
Lawnswood.  Sharon Charlesworth wasn't looking forward to being a
schoolgirl again, but she was helpless to offer any objection, submissively
going upstairs to pack for a new life in a strict, girl's private boarding
school.





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re-enacted in any way.



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