The Continuing Adventures of Lisa James: The Party
Chapter 4
The Continuing Adventures Of Lisa James
The Party - Chapter 4
Nothing and nobody had ever been so far inside her bottom before.
Feelings of shame and helplessness filled her as the rod continued to vibrate
deep within the tight elastic passageway. Her face burned as her bumhole gripped
the thing and her red buttocks clenched and rolled uncontrollably. Totally
violated and totally humiliated she couldn't help shaking her head in an
anguished protest. To be so intimately penetrated in front of such a mocking
crowd was a nightmare and more than she could bear but it was about to get much
worse...if that were possible.
Mrs Henderson turned to her audience once more,
"Well ladies, and not forgetting our young gentleman of course!" Timothy
grinned, his rigid member still grasped in Susan's hand. "I know that little
girl's enjoy games so I thought it'd be fun if we all played one." She glanced
knowingly at her lodger. "Now this dirty little girl has a particular favourite
where the disciplining of her fat bottom is concerned, don't you young lady?"
Lisa swallowed hard, she knew exactly what her landlady was referring to,
"Well?"
"Y..Y..Yes Miss," she replied very quietly.
"Everyone is going to give her three stripes with the strap. Lay them on
as hard as you can because the aim of the game is to make her drop her toy.
You're only allowed three each so make them count. Each time she drops it we'll
add a stroke of the cane to her total." Lisa peered beseechingly over her
shoulder at her landlady but said nothing. It was difficult to concentrate with
the buzzing intruder in her backside.
"Right young lady," said Christine Cooper, pressing insistently on the end
of rod protruding from the clenching bumhole, "no doubt you're wondering what
sort of toy you'll be playing with." The slight pressure made Lisa stiffen
immediately, she craned her neck to look over her shoulder. Her mouth dropped
open when she saw what the ex teacher was holding.
It was about 8 inches long, pink and shiny with a perfectly smooth
shaft and head. The dildo had been carefully chosen, it's surface slippery and
difficult to grip, especially by a girl's intimate flesh. Lisa stared at the
false cock with frightened eyes, surely they weren't expecting her to cope with
it and the buzzing rod up her bottom at the same time. As Lisa continued to
stare Miss Cooper applied a thick layer of lubricant before pushing the plastic
penis smoothly into the gaping wet vagina. Lisa's eyes bulged and she groaned
loudly as both of her holes were penetrated simultaneously for the first time in
her life. Alison knelt down between the widely spread and trembling legs and
placed a cloth on the floor,
"I don't want you making a mess on my best carpet now do I you dirty
girl!" All the ladies laughed. Lisa didn't reply, already she could feel the
false cock sliding slowly from her pulsing pussy. She did her best to grip it
with her vaginal muscles but the vibrations in her anal passage made it very
difficult to concentrate. The constant vibration was stimulating her clitoris
which in turn was making her pussy extremely wet.
"Look at her, it's pouring out," noted Mrs King, as fluid welled out from
around the pink shaft.
"Good job you put that cloth down Alison," said Joanne, "the little slut
would have soaked your carpet!" They were soon all giggling at Lisa's helpless
arousal.
"Right my girl. Each time you drop your little toy you'll earn a stroke of
the cane," said Mrs Henderson as she stood to one side of her lodger's spread
buttocks, "so you'd better keep that pussy of yours nice and tight for a
change!" As Helen took the strap she licked her lips in anticipation of the
strokes she was about to apply to the young woman's widespread hindquarters.
"Thwack!" The black leather curled agonisingly around the inside of a soft
thigh.
"Aiiieeeeeeeeee!....oh...oh...ahhhhhhh....please!"
"That's the spot Helen she felt that one!"
"Really hard this time, make the little tart sing!"
"Thwack!"
"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh!....Nooooooo!....No!....Oh god stop!" squealed Lisa
jerking on the tabletop like a hooked fish, her legs shaking uncontrollably. She
very nearly closed them altogether but in doing so forced a couple of inches of
pink plastic into the daylight. Panic stricken she resumed the wide legged
stance, squeezing her vaginal muscles onto the dildo as hard as she could.
Sobbing loudly she waited for the next stroke.
"Thwack!" Again she screamed but this time, much to her dismay, the
plastic cock slipped from her saturated vagina and landed on the cloth beneath
her.
"One," said Mrs Henderson triumphantly, picking the dildo up and pushing
it roughly back inside Lisa, "and what a poor effort girl, you'd better try
harder than that or you'll not be sitting down for a week!"
They each took a turn applying their strokes with as much venom and
force as they could muster. With her wrists still pinioned in the middle of her
back Lisa could only thrash and wriggle on the table at each searching impact.
The strap visited some highly sensitive areas. Her inner thighs, the top of her
bum cheeks where they met her hips, her calves, the creases across the backs of
her knees and the outer curves of her soft buttocks and thighs. Each time her
legs buckled or closed Mrs Henderson delivered a forceful smack to the juddering
buttocks as close to the protruding black rod as she could,
"Bad girl!" "Smack!"
"Back in position!" "Smack!"
"Do as you're told!" "Smack!"
"Legs apart, do it properly!"
Each time the strap landed Lisa convulsed to some degree but the ladies took
their time, waiting until she'd resumed the required position so that each cruel
impact could be fully appreciated by the writhing girl. Timothy watched
incredulously, his cock pulsing at the amazing spectacle. Much to his
disappointment he wasn't allowed a turn with the strap. Throughout the painful
twenty minutes the women delighted in Lisa's shrill screams and copious tears,
her pleas and entreaties ignored completely. The pink dildo had fallen to the
floor eight times in total, several times there had been an audible "plop" as it
was ejected from the close and very wet confines of her aching pussy.
Her pitiful sobbing filled the room as the group surveyed their
handiwork. Red streaks crisscrossed the backs of the shaking legs. Several
followed the curves of her inner thighs and crimson bum cheeks. She groaned as
the thin rod was slowly withdrawn from her bottom, thankful at least that Mrs
Henderson hadn't treated her to a second dose of it's "spiky" ball. As she was
urged to her feet Alison released her wrists. She swayed in front of them on
unsteady legs, her bottom and legs burning ferociously, her eyes brimming with
tears.
"Eight strokes with the cane young lady," said her landlady glancing
meaningfully at the boy, "who would you like to give them to you......mmmm?"
Lisa saw the intention immediately,
"Oh Miss, please, please, please not him, I couldn't bear it, please no!"
The ladies laughed uproariously, all agreeing that Timothy was the perfect
choice.
"Ask Master Timothy to punish you and address him properly or you'll be
very sorry my girl!" Lisa stared wildly around the room, the thought of the boy
punishing her in front of them all filled her with shame. A young boy being
allowed to cane her would be dreadfully embarassing but she knew there would be
no escape. She looked at his grinning face and hard cock, the women were staring
at her intensely, waiting to see her sink to this new depth of humiliation. Very
quietly she said,
"P...P...Please Sir," she swallowed hard, "will you cane me?" The boy
responded with a forceful "Yes" much to the ladies delight.
Yellow and wickedly thin, the cane was extremely supple. He bent it
double in his hands as Mrs Henderson forced Lisa over the back of a dining
chair.
"Stick your fat arse out for the cane you little tart," said the older
woman, "we all want to see you get it and I know you want us to watch!" Timothy
swished the cane through the air experimentally, the noise was enough to make
Lisa's red bum cheeks flinch and clench in anticipation. She knew it was going
to hurt horribly.
"Go ahead Timothy, as hard as you like. We all know the dirty girl
deserves it," said Mrs Henderson, "and remember to count each stroke out loud
for us young lady." There was a whirr as the cane sliced through the air then
wrapped itself around the fullness of the already very sore bottom. A white hot
line burnt it's way into Lisa's consciousness, she screamed in shock and pain,
her hands grabbing her wounded flesh as she screamed.
"Aaaaarrrrrrrrhhhhh! Oh God! Please! Please!" Doubled over she suddenly
remembered what she had to do, "One!" The cruel indignities she suffered so far
were nothing compared to this.
"Get your hands away girl! Get over that chair at once!" Taking careful
aim he brought the cane down across the flinching cheeks again. Her hips and
bottom wriggled in the most extraordinary way in their response to the searching
intensity of the thin cane.
"Oooooooooooohhhhhh! Oh God! Oh God! Two!" She continued to squirm and
twist in the most provocative manner, no longer worried that she was blatantly
displaying the pink folds of her most intimate flesh to the boy. The strokes
continued to cut her bottom and at every one her full hips rose. It seemed
endless, her shrieks, the pain, the humiliation that it was a young boy doing
this to her. Amidst the gales of laughter she wondered if any of them knew how
much it hurt and if they cared? Dark stripes soon crossed the swollen cheeks in
all directions. At the eighth and final stroke she collapsed to the floor crying
hysterically, her hands clasped to her wounded bum cheeks, rubbing the tight
flesh in an attempt to ease the ferocious burning.
"Stand up girl and thank the young gentleman properly," said Mrs Henderson
laughing, "he's managed to teach you a much needed lesson by the look of it."
Lisa stumbled slowly to her feet, tears streaming down her very red cheeks.
"Th....Th....Thankyou for caning me Sir," she sobbed.
"Now I think it would be a nice gesture if you demonstrated your
appreciation in a more practical way young lady. Christine needs to be on her
way and obviously we can't send her nephew away in that state!" The ladies eyes
were once again drawn to the furiously stiff penis. They began laughing and
giggling as Lisa's face went through a series of contortions. Her disbelief was
plain to see,
"I couldn't Miss! Not in front of everyone, please don't make me, he's
just a boy!"
"Shut up you stupid girl! Now you ask nicely to be allowed to suck him or
we'll all take a turn with the cane and believe me you'll wish we hadn't!"
Lisa looked frantically around the room hoping that some miraculous
happening would reveal a way out for her. But of course there would be no
escape, their expectant eyes met her own with amusement and excitement, they
wanted to see her defiled in every possible way. Wanted to see her suck the boy,
wanted to see her squirm with embarrassment. Wanted her to do exactly as she was
told. The threat of the cane made her comply. Very quietly she asked,
"May I suck your cock Sir?" Wild laughter filled the room.
"Yes you may," he said sternly, playing his part perfectly for the ladies.
He sat down on the chair his rigid penis jutting excitedly upwards from his lap.
Lisa immediately knelt in front of him hoping to get it over and done with as
quickly as possible.
"Just as I thought," said Joanne, "look at her she can't wait to get at
it!"
"She's certainly a little tart!" said Helen. Susan Sellers watched
intently, her eyes dancing with excitement and a wetness in her knickers. This
evening had opened her eyes to a whole new world. Watching the woman humiliated
had awakened her own sadistic impulses and had turned her on amazingly, jut as
much as playing with the boys hard on had.
"Hands behind your back girl," shouted Mrs King as Lisa bent forwards to
take the shiny engorged head in her mouth. The boy gasped at the exquisite
sensation as she took almost the whole of his length into her throat. As she
sucked she moved her head back and forth, licking his glans all over. The women
made remarks about her technique, how she was obviously a whore and commented on
her sluttish nature before collapsing amid roars of laughter. She didn't hear
much of their teasing as she was concentrating on the hard cock in her mouth. It
didn't take long, suddenly the boy convulsed and grabbed her hair. His penis
exploded in her mouth and he groaned loudly as spurts of thick semen filled her
throat. She swallowed as quickly as she could surprised at the volume of come
that pumped out of the young cock. Totally spent Timothy collapsed back onto the
chair. The ladies clapped and giggled amongst themselves.
As the boy left the room to get dressed all eyes focused on Lisa,
their attention making her embarrassingly aware of her nakedness once again. Mrs
Henderson made herself comfortable at the centre of the settee. Alison, her
mother and Helen joined her. Together they all looked expectantly at Lisa who
was still kneeling on the carpet.
"Come here girl," said Mrs Henderson placing a cushion on her knee, "lie
over my lap on your back, get a move on!" Jackie, Joanne, Miss Cooper and Susan
all moved their chairs closer so they wouldn't miss what was going to happen
next, sure in the knowledge that it would involve maximum shame, and hopefully
pain, for Lisa.
As for Lisa herself she was horribly aware of how wet and sticky her
pussy and bumhole were. In truth she'd been turned on since she'd had to put on
the awful party dress several hours before. Anticipation, fear and her
imagination had kept her moist until actual events had overtaken her
fantasising. Several times she'd been forced to the edge of orgasm but then
denied. Pain from the spankings, the strap and the cane was even now turning to
a pleasant glow which suffused her sex totally. Her boobs were tingling but her
bum and the back of her legs were still sore, this just added to her state of
extreme sensitivity. She was so turned on it was frightening, the more
humiliating the situation had become the wetter she'd got. Sucking the boy's
hard excited cock had set her pussy pulsing madly, especially having to do it in
front of them all. It was certainly getting late, the boy and his aunt looked as
if they were getting ready to leave, so whatever was about to happen would
probably be the final test of her obedience for this evening. She stood up,
aware of the women's frank appraisal of her nudity, and went to stand in front
of her landlady. With boobs wobbling delightfully she gingerly sat down on the
cushion. Mrs Henderson grabbed her hips, turned her to one side and forced her
down on her back. She gasped as the rough material of the cushion cover rubbed
against her sore buttocks.
Lisa's head rested on Mrs King's lap, her legs rested across Alison's and
Helen's knees, but the cushion beneath her bottom pushed her pussy upwards. Her
plump hairless pubic mound thrust shamelessly forwards, her legs falling
slightly apart as her face burned. Positioned this way the wet slit of her
vagina was totally unprotected.
"Hands above your head." She did as she was told. "Ladies if you'd be so
kind." Strong hands immediately gripped her ankles and wrists. She felt helpless
as the women gazed down at her bare front.
"Well young lady you've proved tonight what a disgusting little girl you
really are. You seem to have no shame where this fat pussy of yours is
concerned." Lisa squealed as the woman suddenly thrust a finger between the
slippery labia and into her wet hole. Involuntarily her hips lifted to meet the
invading digit. "You seem to enjoy showing it to everyone we meet so it seems
only fitting that I should punish it for you!" Lisa gasped, frightened but
aroused by the threat. She didn't dare speak.
"Smack!" The sting took her by surprise making her squeal and grind her
bottom onto the cushion.
"Smack!" She writhed madly across the women's laps, tears springing to her
eyes.
"Smack!" The hand bounced off the plump pussy flesh. Her clitoris and
labia stinging ferociously she began moaning and crying,
"Owwwwww!...Ahhhh!..God Noooooo!" The women held her securely as her
smiling landlady continued to smack the unprotected pussy. Lisa's screams began
to bounce around the room as the blows continued, her pubis quickly turned pink
then red. The stinging fingers caught her clitoris and pussy lips again and
again. Fluid leaked out from the wet slit and spread across the writhing thighs,
"Dirt dirty girl!" said Mrs Henderson as she carried on slapping the
sensitive flesh. Lisa screamed and groaned, pleasure and pain flowing together
in an overwhelming flood of sensations. She was crying hysterically by the time
it finished but the women still held her tightly. As her eyes opened and her
vision came back into focus she realised the boy was back and had been watching
her shameful display. Her faced burned with humiliation.
"Well my girl Timothy has school tomorrow so he's got to go. Christine
thinks it would help his education if he saw how a dirty girl like you reacts
when she reaches orgasm so that's exactly what we're going to do now! We're
going to make you come so the boy can watch, now you'd like that wouldn't you
with us all here as well?" The women and the boy were laughing loudly as Lisa
began writhing and pleading,
"No No No Please not in front of him! I've been really good please Miss,
please don't make me come for him. Oh god!" She closed her eyes to try and
escape their laughter and mocking faces. She jerked violently as a hand moved
suddenly up the inside of her thigh. Her eyes shot open to see Susan Sellers
leaning forwards and smiling broadly as she caressed the soft thigh. Fingers
touched her pussy and began to part the swollen labia, she threw her head back
and gritted her teeth desperate not to react but a long moan escaped her throat.
"Come on you little tart lets show Timmy how you like to come on someone's
fingers," Susan said, coaxing another groan from the helpless woman. The girl's
fingers delved in and out of the slippery crack, sliding up to tease the hard
clitoral stub then back to the moist opening. She began to use both hands,
pushing several fingers in and out of the soaking slit and at the same time
pinching and rubbing the inflamed clitoris. The orgasm Lisa so desperately
craved began building low down in her belly, she didn't want the grinning boy to
see her come, it was so embarrassing but she couldn't help herself. Hands began
squeezing her boobs and pulling her nipples adding to her arousal. Then it was
happening, her vaginal muscles began contracting on the teasing fingers. The boy
stared in wonder as she writhed in sexual abandon. Spasms overtook her muscles
and her moaning suddenly increased in volume and intensity. She jerked herself
violently on Susan's fingers consumed by pleasure so intense it was almost
painful. The release was all consuming and as the throes of the orgasm passed
she gulped in air, groaning and panting as the tingling between her legs slowly
subsided. Through half closed eyes she looked at the boy's hot face. His obvious
delight in seeing her most private of moments made her shudder with humiliation.
Susan pulled her fingers from the soaking pink crack.
Lisa was roughly pushed to her feet as the women began saying their
farewells. The boy treated her to a triumphant smile as he left the room with
his aunt. Trembling she was left alone standing by the settee. She heard them
leaving then Alison came back and handed her the horrible party dress to put on.
"Right you little tart, you're going home now but I've been thinking.
Tonight has been so much fun I think I'll hold another party and next time I'll
invite some men as well. That'd be exciting for you wouldn't it?" Lisa's worried
red face emerged from the neck of the frock. Alison laughed at the young woman's
reaction to her threat as her mother, Helen and Mrs Henderson returned in their
coats.
"We'll be off now Alison, thanks for a lovely evening. Lisa's really
enjoyed herself. I'm sure she's dying to do it all again sometime!"
Sitting in the back of the car on the way home Lisa's pussy and bum
and boobs all felt sore and she was exhausted. She'd almost dropped off to sleep
when she suddenly realised the three women were talking about her. She listened
in horror as they began to discuss ways in which they might test her obedience
in the future. To her dismay men and boys featured in lots of their ideas and
they laughed and giggled at each suggestion. Being made to expose herself in
public places sounded awful and sent shivers down her spine but when the word
dog was mentioned she cringed in fear and disbelief. Surely they couldn't mean
it, they had to be joking just to frighten her. She prayed they were.
When they arrived at Helen's house she insisted they come in for a hot
drink. After a few moments reluctance Mrs King and Mrs Henderson agreed.
"While we have our coffee would it be alright if James examined your
little girl Jean? I'm sure he'll be fascinated to see how she's been
disciplined." Much to Lisa's chagrin her landlady agreed immediately. Apparently
it was an excellent idea and would teach Lisa another lesson which she wouldn't
easily forget! Once inside the house Helen explained to her husband that he
could examine the blushing young women for a while. Earlier in the shop he'd
been able to have a quick look at her charms but now he had a much better
opportunity. He smiled broadly at his wife as he ushered Lisa into the living
room, the three ladies retired to the kitchen. Sitting down in an armchair he
made Lisa stand in front of him.
"Get that dress off you little slut I want a proper look at you this
time!" Lisa knew better than to argue. Slowly she pulled it over her head her
reddened breasts spilling out towards him.
"Looks like that fat pussy of yours has been taught a lesson or two
tonight, put your hands behind your back." With her heart beating rapidly she
did as she was told. Standing naked in front of him was dreadfully embarrassing
but she was getting wet and hot between her legs again! Maybe everything they'd
said about her was true...she was a slut! His big hands moulded themselves
around her very sensitive breasts. He squeezed hard making her gasp in pain.
Tears sprang to her eyes as he pulled at the stiff nipples.
"Turn around and bend right over you little tart. Let me have a look at
those secret little holes of yours!" As she bent with widely spread legs he
whistled at the sight of her buttocks and thighs, they were bright red and
crisscrossed with darker welts. By the time the women came into the room a few
moments later Lisa was writhing and gasping as he roughly explored both of her
openings. She began to sob as his fingers stretched her open,
"Well James what do you think of my little slut?" asked Mrs Henderson.
Helen's husband turned and smiled, his fingers deep inside Lisa's belly,
"You were right Jean she can't get enough of it. She's nearly come and I
haven't even touched her clit!" He turned back to Lisa,
"I bet you'd like to come and help Mrs Scott and me in the shop one
Saturday wouldn't you, you dirty girl?" Lisa sobbed more loudly as they all
laughed.
Their laughter was still ringing in her ears when Mrs King dropped
them off an hour later outside the house. Mrs Henderson told her to have a quick
shower then get to bed. After all it was Friday tomorrow and work beckoned.
"Did you have a lovely time tonight young lady?" she said, "Your behaviour
at times was quite disgusting! Letting that boy touch you, whatever next!
Obviously you enjoyed pleasuring his penis as well! I think I might discuss you
with his Aunt, Miss Cooper, she knows how to curb a dirty girl's bad habits I'm
sure. No doubt she'd get her nephew to help her!" She smiled wickedly at the
panic stricken and very red face of her lodger,
"Off you go then!" As she watched the young woman scamper up the stairs,
red bum cheeks flashing from beneath the ridiculously short dress, she thought
what an excellent evening it had been. The next time they'd make the girl go
even further, she grinned, ah yes.......the next time!
The End.
YNHumiliator - November 2001
