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Chapter 4: Woodland adventures
With Aunt Olivia’s promise, that she’d be punished for her disgusting behaviour, still ringing in her ears, Lisa rushed along the path. She had on her dress and no panties, because until she got her case back that was all she had to wear! Thankfully there was nobody else in the forest at this early hour. The dawn chorus was still sounding in the treetops as she hurried along holding the hem of the dress tightly against her bottom trying her best to keep her bum cheeks covered. When she’d been roused by her Uncle an hour earlier it had still been dark. Unfortunately once fully awake she’d started the day with a very red face. During the night it was clear that she’d been unable to keep her hands away from her pussy. The suede mittens were streaked with the evidence of her wet and sticky nocturnal emissions.
“I warned you young lady! We won’t have you touching yourself all the time, it’s disgusting. Why on earth can’t you learn to control yourself?” With the sheets pulled back and her pyjama jacket raised it was obvious what she’d been up to. The inner curves of her thighs were smeared with her spendings. Olivia Brite leant over and carefully pulled the swollen slit open with her fingertips. Lisa whimpered and covered her face with her hands as the awful humiliation washed over her.
“Just look at this Bryan. She’s soaking! You can clearly see the state of her clitoris, it’s swollen and stiff.” He bent forwards and treated himself to a closer look.
“I don’t know what we’re going to do with the little slut.” She shook her head with mock annoyance but a sly smile creased her lips. “When you get back from Mr Bolker’s that fat bottom of yours is going to get some attention my girl!”
The older woman wasted little time as she stripped and showered the red faced girl before bundling her down the stairs. Breakfast was eggs and bacon washed down with yet another drink of milk. As she watched her niece empty the glass Olivia chuckled to herself. Today a different cocktail of stimulants would be coursing its way around the girl's body, one designed to stimulate the sensitivity of her nipples and their surrounding tissues. Jack Ford's instructions were very clear. She had to alternate the two mixtures for four days and then give the girl both at once for two more. It was simple enough to perform and from what she'd seen so far the drugs were working perfectly...
As Lisa passed a stand of tall pine trees she recognised where she was. The Woodsman’s cottage was just around the next bend. She swallowed nervously, her heart starting to beat more rapidly in her chest. And it was her chest that was causing her the most concern. For some reason her nipples had been pulsing and throbbing madly since she'd set out from the farm. They felt incredibly swollen and stiff and she could tell they were sticking out quite obscenely. It was all she could do to stop her legs from shaking when a few moments later she found herself knocking on the heavy wooden door. It swung open almost immediately and she was greeted by the bulk of Ben Bolker filling the doorway. He had an enormous grin on his face.
“Well! Well! If it isn’t Miss Lisa Lus!” His eyes were sparkling with excitement as he ushered her into the kitchen.
“And what can I do for you young lady?” he asked, with an amused smirk on his face. His gaze ran leisurely over her girlish curves, pausing at the two distinct points that her hard nipples were making in the front of the dress. Lisa felt her face ignite with heat and began to squirm with embarrassment.
“You’ve got my case!” she suddenly blurted much too loudly. “And you’ve got to give it back!”
“Oh I do do I?” His laughter caused Lisa’s face to burn. “And why is that?”
“If you don’t I’ll…I’ll tell my Aunt what you’ve done and what a horrible man you are!” His laughter grew louder. Suddenly all of the indignation of what she’d had to endure in the past twenty four hours came flooding out.
“How dare you laugh at me you vulgar little man?” she yelled. “Don't speak to me like that! I’m not one of your common country tarts!" Ben Bolker roared with laughter as Lisa berated him for being "lower class" and "an oaf" and "ill-mannered". But in an instant she became perfectly silent as his huge hand suddenly shot out and brusquely grabbed her by the wrist. Fear, and the realisation of what she'd just done, quickly registered inside her head.
"Well it sounds as though you’re the one who needs to learn some manners,” he said. His face rapidly lost its' expression of good humour and clouded with anger. "Maybe a few hours honest labour will knock that stuck-up and condescending attitude out of you?" Lisa stared at the wooden floor not daring to meet his eye. "I've got the very thing. You can earn your case back, how does that sound?" Again Lisa kept her eyes locked fearfully down at her feet.
"You see those?" He pointed out of the window at a large pile of freshly cut logs. "You can stack them neatly in my store, it shouldn't take you long." Lisa nodded her head miserably.
"Yes Sir," she said very quietly. Ben Bolker grinned to himself.
"Take that dress off," he said. "Your Aunt tells me she's cleaned you up a bit since the last time I saw you."
Lisa immediately looked up into his smiling face. Nooooooooo! Please No! She couldn't bear him seeing her naked again, it was so humiliating!
"P...P...Please! I'm sorry Sir! I'll be good but please let me keep my dress on!" she pleaded desperately, “Oh please!" Ben Bolker chuckled at the trembling girl's obvious distress.
"Get it off," was his threatening response. Shaking like a leaf and horribly aware that the man was about to see her now hairless pussy, and the erect state of her nipples, she resignedly grasped the offending garments' hem and began to draw it slowly up her body.
"Hurry up!" he snapped, "I haven't got all morning!" With a pitiful sob Lisa pulled the dress off over her head and for a second time stood totally nude in front of the grinning woodsman. She squirmed with embarrassment trying to hide her breasts and pubic mound from his prying eyes.
"Hands behind your back girl and stop trying to make out you're shy, I know damn well you're enjoying every second of this!" A fat tear welled up and ran down Lisa's cheek as she did as he ordered.
"I can see much more of you now," he said teasingly. "And just look at the state of those!" With her hands behind her back Lisa's boobs jutted out in front of her but it was their throbbing points that really caught his eye. They looked red and angry and swollen and very stiff.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" She gasped and rose up onto her toes as he reached out and calmly squeezed the ultra-sensitive tips.
"Owwwww! Oooooooh!" she squealed as he kneaded the flint-like nipples between his fingers. Her embarrassment was so intense she thought she might faint! Well that's what she hoped!
"These are like rock you little tart." Lisa jerked and squealed again as his hand slid down her trembling belly and found the very wet slit between her thighs.
"Oh...Oh...Oooooooooh God!" she groaned as his fingers opened her private folds. Unable to stop herself she immediately began thrusting her hips forwards onto his teasing digits. Her face burned with shame as her moans and girlish pleadings filled the room. It took only seconds for her to reach the very edge of an orgasm but then she was left teetering on the brink as he withdrew his hand.
"N...N...Nnnnnnnn...No! PLEASE!" she gurgled piteously as the delicious sensations ceased and humiliation flowed through her.
"Just as I thought, you're nothing but a common little slut with a very rude mouth. You need to learn to think before you open it!" His smile was wicked. "I always think the punishment should fit the crime."
Lisa stared in absolute horror as the huge man sat down on a chair and unbuttoned the front of his breeches. Her eyes grew round and her mouth sagged open when she saw the size of the erect penis that came into view. It jutted up threateningly from his lap.
"Pppppppplease No!" she stammered stepping backwards, her naked body shaking with anxiety. "Please Sir! Please No!"
"Come here and kneel down." Lisa remained where she was frozen with fear.
"Come here I said! NOW! Or I'll thrash every last bit of you and then send you home naked!" Lisa began to cry piteously as her heart hammered in her chest. The thing was enormous and looked horribly hard! She felt sick with worry. Ben Bolker looked at his submissive plaything and chuckled wickedly.
"I'm not going to rape you you stupid girl!"
Slowly Lisa stumbled forwards her eyes glued to the swollen cock. He grabbed her wrist and forced her to her knees.
"Noooooo pleaseeeeeeeeee! Nooooooooooooo! Aahhhhhhhaaa!
I beg youuuuuuuu pleaseeeeee let me goooooo!" she cried, twisting in his grasp and trying her best to avoid looking at the engorged penis that was now bobbing only inches in front of her face. Quickly she became exhausted as the realisation that there would be no escape entered her mind.
"Haven't you ever seen a man's member before?" he asked teasingly, with a smile playing on his lips. Lisa started to cry even more loudly and shook her head. Calmly he reached out and despite her protests drew her face up until she was looking directly at his throbbing erection. With wide eyes she was forced to watch as he slowly pulled the foreskin back revealing the shiny purple glans. To Lisa the things head seemed to be visibly pulsing, as did the thick veins that ran down its' shaft. She began to whimper.
"Calm down or I'll sit your bare arse on my stove. It'll singe your pussy too and believe me you won't like that one little bit!" Lisa looked up at him with real fear in her eyes.
"Please Sir I will be good please I'm sorry! I'll be good!"
"Oh I know you're going to be good, now kiss it!"
"K...K...K...iss it?" she stuttered.
"Yes! Imagine it's a candy bar. Now be a good girl and kiss it. I'm waiting." Sobbing Lisa closed her eyes and pressed her lips forward. He smiled as he watched her struggle to do as she was told. Slowly she leant forwards and planted a kiss on the swollen head before recoiling as if she'd touched a naked flame. Ben Bolker laughed.
"There, that wasn't so bad was it?" he said. "You can lick it now." With tears rolling down her cheeks she tried to make herself do as he said. The erect penis was horridly big. She stared at it feeling sick to her stomach. Suddenly he pinched one of her swollen and very sensitive nipples.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!" Her scream bounced around the room.
"I said lick it my girl! NOW! Or so help me I'll spank that fat bottom of yours until you can't stand up!"
"Pleaseeeeeee let me go!" she begged.
"I won't tell you again." He said it quietly and she could hear the menace in his voice. Reluctantly she reached out and gripped the pulsing column. Nervously her hand moved downwards drawing the foreskin back and uncovering the plum-like head. Swallowing fearfully she screwed her eyes tightly shut before pressing her tongue against the hot flesh. Slowly she licked her way down the hard shaft and then back up again.
"Good, now keep licking and do it nicely." Again Lisa began to plead with him but it didn't help in the least. His fingers shot out and squeezed her erect nipples one after the other causing her to shriek and shake her breasts wildly as she tried to escape the awful hurt. Quickly she applied her tongue to his cock again and frantically began to lap at the smooth taut head.
"You have a dirty mouth young lady and if you don't do as you're told and take this punishment there's plenty of cow dung next to the cattle shed. It won't taste as nice believe me!" The threat of having her mouth filled with manure caused horrible pictures to appear in Lisa's head.
Ben Bolker was finding the girl's humiliation incredibly exciting. His cock throbbed as her tongue moved gently back and forth.
"Suck it." Lisa had little idea of what he expected her to do but nervously parted her lips. She wasn't stupid and after all it wasn't rocket science but she'd never touched a stiff cock before, let alone put one in her mouth. His hand grabbed the back of her head and forced it down causing her lips to slide over the rubbery glans. Suddenly her small mouth was full of hard flesh.
"N...N...N...Nnnnnnnnnnnnnooooooo! Mmmmmmmmmm!" she gurgled in panic. At the same time his hand closed over hers, where it was gripping his shaft, and urged it up and down in slow steady strokes.
"M...M...M...Mmmmmmmmmm! Aaaaaaaah!" Muffled sounds escaped her straining mouth as she gasped for breath.
"Suck it girl and use your tongue," he said, making her pump her hand vigorously. "Will you dare be rude again or are you going to have some respect for your elders in future?"
"Yessssssssssssss mmmmmmmmm!" she blubbered as her mouth enveloped the swollen helmet. Saliva and pre-cum dripped from her lips, the fluid running down the pulsing shaft and over the back of her hand. Frantically she licked around the rim and slid her tongue over the slippery surface trying her best to please him. It was then that Ben Bolker glanced down between the girl's legs and saw the puddle of her juices that had dripped down onto the kitchen floor. He smiled to himself. Throughout the humiliating ordeal Lisa had been consumed with worry; What was he going to do to her? Please don't let him rape me! Oh please! Please not that! But even through the fear her pussy had continued to throb and ooze and the swollen tips of her breasts had tingled excitedly.
"You really are a shameless little hussy. Do you know that?" Lisa simply gurgled and gasped as he pressed her down onto his hard shaft once more.
After several minutes, when all that could be heard was the sound of slurping and muffled pleadings, Lisa suddenly felt the man begin to stiffen. In her mouth she could feel the tip of the erection start to throb more urgently. Desperately she pulled her lips away from the hard penis, trying to wrench herself from his grasp. She knew what was about to happen! She couldn't swallow what he was about to produce, she just couldn't! He allowed her to pull away but maintained the grip that kept her hand pumping up and down his jerking shaft. Thick gouts of creamy fluid suddenly jetted into the air. Ben Bolker groaned with pleasure as he splattered the trembling girl with come. It splashed onto her face and down her arm. Some white spurts fell onto her breasts leaving sticky strands hanging from her nipples. He smiled and grunted with satisfaction as his penis gradually began to soften.
"Well Lisa I may have misjudged you. Maybe you're not such a little slut after all. One day you may turn out to be a lady." He chuckled happily to himself as he watched her face burn with embarrassment and disgust. "You'd better clean that mess up and then get outside." He handed the naked girl her dress. Lisa looked back with confusion in her eyes. "Well wipe it up girl!" he snapped. By the time she'd finished the garment was covered with the horrible man's ejaculate. What on earth would Aunt Olivia say? She whimpered as he roughly grabbed the dress from her and curtly told her to spread her legs. Her face burned and she sobbed with shame as he used the already soiled material to calmly wipe her sticky slit before pushing her unceremoniously towards the door.
Naked she was bundled into the garden where she stood worriedly, trying to hide her charms with her hands. Being outside in the open with nothing covering her pussy or thorn-like nipples was filling her with dread. Being nude in front of the woodsman was awful enough but being out of doors made her feel totally exposed and vulnerable. It took only moments for him to show her the pile of logs and the roofed shelter, which stood to one side of his cottage. Half an hour later she was busily carrying the logs, one after another, and stacking them tidily in the store. At first she'd looked around anxiously as she walked nakedly back and forth, terrified that someone might see her, but soon the early morning sunshine lulled her into a false sense of security and even though all of her physical attributes were on display she allowed her worries to gradually evaporate.
“Good grief!” Lisa let out a shocked squeal when she heard the male voice. Spinning around she found herself face to face with a tall thin man carrying a leather satchel over one shoulder.
"And what have we here?" he asked with a surprised grin on his face. His eyes were far too quick for her slow reactions so before she'd had time to cover her hairless pussy and pointy nipples he'd already had a good look at her exposed flesh. Mewling with distress she sank quickly to the grass where she attempted to hide her private parts from his interested gaze.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” Ben Bolker bellowed from the doorway of the cottage. Lisa began to sob miserably as he came charging down the path.
“Stand up girl and get on with your work!” he snapped curtly.
“Please Sir not in front of him! Please!” she begged.
“I said stand up girl! I won’t warn you again.” Slowly she did as she was told hiding her breasts behind her arm and covering her pussy with her hands.
“Who is she?” asked the stranger.
“This is Lisa, she’s staying with the Brites for the summer and she needs a firm hand according to her aunt.”
“Does she always run around without any clothes on?”
“Well she’s being punished for calling me names and showing no respect for her elders. I thought being nude in the open for an hour might bring her down a peg or two.” Both of the men laughed.
“Get your hands behind your back and show my friend here what a shameless little tart you are!”
With her face burning and her heart hammering in her chest she stood writhing and squirming under the combined gaze of the two men. Up until two days ago no-one had ever seen her naked, except her mother and their family doctor, but since then her world had become a constant nightmare of enforced nudity and intimate exposure. She sobbed quietly, consumed with shame, as their eyes examined her helpless charms. The woodsman’s stern voice broke her reverie.
“What have you been doing girl? You’ve hardly moved anything!”
“I’ve been trying my best Sir!” she blurted, “I really have!”
“Looks like she needs a bit of encouragement?” said the smiling Postman. Ben Bolker grinned at his friend and pulled a handful of pegs from his pocket. As Lisa stared in horror he showed them to his companion. The one held between his fingers closed with a loud “Snap!” as he demonstrated how strong its’ spring was.
“Hands on your head girl and get your legs open!” She knew she had to do as she was told, knew that she had no choice. If she didn’t they’d make her do even more terrible things! Visibly shaking she complied with his order. Once her thighs were parted their eyes dropped to her freshly denuded slit. Humiliation washed over her as the woodsman’s friend spoke,
“Looks like the little sluts excited Ben.”
“Oh yes. She’s always wet aren’t you you dirty girl?” Crimson cheeked Lisa said nothing. “That slit of hers is always sticky.” She could feel her pussy throbbing with arousal at the awful words but not as intensely as the erect tips of her boobs! Amazingly they seemed to be getting more and more swollen and stiff! What was happening?
She screamed as a peg closed onto one of her sensitised nipples.
“N…N…Nnnnnnnggghhhh! Aaaaaaaah!” she blubbered in response to the sharp pain. Frantically she started shaking her girlish globes as she struggled to absorb the awful hurt.
“Keep your hands where they are,” he said warningly. The girlish breasts were still juddering when the next peg bit into her other engorged bud. Two more pinching points of torment were attached to folds of soft areola adjacent to each of her stiff nipples. She couldn’t stop herself twisting back and forth and wailing her distress. Ben Bolker and his friend watched with interest as the naked girl cried and wriggled in front of them. Louis Collins’ smile grew even larger when his companion knelt down in front of her. She squealed piteously as he calmly clipped a peg to each of her delicate labial lips before allowing a final one to close on her stiff clitoral stalk. Her reaction was to jerk and writhe desperately where she stood. Tears poured down her hot cheeks as she begged and pleaded for him to remove them.
“OW…OW…OW! Oooowwwwwww! Take them off ppppppppplease! Aaaaaaaaaah!” she squealed. But of course her amused tormentors merely laughed cruelly as they watched her perform her lewd dance.
“Now get on with it!” the huge woodsman told her. Crying and whimpering Lisa gingerly bent down and picked up a log and then with stiff legs, that she held carefully apart, waddled uncomfortably towards the corner of the cottage. Both men chuckled enjoying the helpless girl’s humiliation enormously.
Ten minutes later and the sharp pinching pain that the pegs had initially caused had coalesced into distinct points of dull aching discomfort. Lisa carried the logs under the watchful eyes of the two men with the horrid pegs bobbing stiffly on her nipples and clicking painfully between her thighs. When they were finally removed and the blood surged back into her wounded parts she immediately collapsed onto the grass, almost hysterical with the intense pain that flooded her breasts and pussy. Gently she rubbed and caressed herself easing the hurt from her sensitive flesh. Ignoring the loud sobbing Ben Bolker informed her that before he sent her back to her Aunt’s she was going to help Mr Collins with a little job. She groaned and looked up anxiously at the two smiling men.
Lisa could feel the man’s eyes roving over the rolling cheeks of her bottom as she walked totally naked in front of him. As they made their way through the trees her nipples pointed stiffly in all directions. Humiliation and shame were making her face burn but all of her private parts were alive with throbbings and tinglings. The most awful thing was that she felt incredibly turned-on! Even after all of the terrible things that happened to her so far this morning her slit was slippery with her juices. She stared anxiously through the greenery as he urged her forwards along the tiny path. Without warning the bushes parted and she found herself standing naked at the side of the road. She’d pleaded with Mr Bolker not to make her go with the smirking postman but he’d simply ignored her. Now she looked fearfully up and down the lane praying that it would stay deserted.
Louis Collins slid the side door of the van open and ordered her to get in. Once inside she found herself standing between two rows of shelving that ran the length of the inside of the vehicle. Numerous envelopes and packages of differing sizes occupied the shelves. The floor itself was covered with piles of newspapers so Lisa had to stand with her legs astride facing the back of the van. It wasn’t possible to turn around in the confined space. The door slid shut causing her nervousness to increase as she realised she was trapped with the man in the cramped interior, and there was absolutely no chance of escape. She felt totally helpless. What was he going to do to her?
“You can help me sort the papers young lady,” he said, as his eyes travelled greedily over her nakedness.
She did exactly as he told her, crouching down and passing him papers from the different piles. The last thing she wanted was to give him an excuse to punish her. She reasoned that the sooner she did as he wanted the sooner she’d be on her way back to her Aunt and Uncle’s farm. It proved surprisingly hard work in the tiny space and it was very hot. Quickly her legs began to ache with the strain. It was indescribably shameful to be naked in the man’s presence, she felt dizzy with embarrassment, but most horribly she realised that each time she had to bend down she presented him with an unobstructed view of the space between her spread bum cheeks. But there was nothing she could do about it! Swallowing nervously she continued to do as he ordered. Louis Collins couldn’t believe his luck as the nude teenager bobbed and twisted in front of him. How on earth Ben had managed to get the submissive girl under his control he’d never know, but now he was going to join in the fun too! God he was hard! He really owed his best friend one! He watched intently as she crouched down once more. Only inches in front of his face he looked at her rear cheeks as they gaped wantonly apart. The obscene posture revealed the girls crinkled bottom hole and the pouting bulge of her swollen pussy. Its’ pink folds were slick with her oozings. He licked his lips in anticipation.
“Just look what you’ve done! They’re ruined!” Lisa jumped and stared down between her feet to the spot where he was pointing. He was standing so close that she could feel his hot breath on her back.
“You’ll have to pay for those.”
“I…I…I…haven’t got any money Sir!” she stuttered worriedly.
“That’s not my problem is it?” he snapped angrily. “You’re going to have to pay for them somehow.” Lisa looked back over her shoulder into his grinning face. She was really concerned now. What was he going to make her do? What was going to happen? She suddenly squealed and jerked as his hand reached out and cupped the smooth curve of one of her rear cheeks. Mewing with distress she tried to twist away from his eager hand.
“Mmmmmmm,” he muttered slyly, “So how are you going to repay your debt?” His hand strayed down between her shaking buttocks and once enclosed in the warm softness began to explore further.
“Keep still!” he hissed threateningly. Soon both hands were lifting and parting Lisa’s generous bottom cheeks and then his fingers were pressing insistently at her bottomhole. She covered her face with her hands, consumed with shame, as his intimate investigation continued. Once his inquisitive digits found the slippery crease of her pussy she couldn’t stop herself moaning loudly and rolling her hips in slow circles. The man wasn’t gentle as he pushed his way inside her tight virginal tunnel. She gasped at the discomfort but quickly he located the engorged stub of her clitoris and started to manipulate it teasingly. Unable to control the intense sensations that were flooding her belly she pushed herself lewdly onto the delicious fingers and found herself leaning back against the horrid postman. She could feel his rigid penis pushing insistently against her bottom but it only seemed to increase her excitement. As her wanton groans filled the interior of the van his other hand slid around her body pulling her against him. Leisurely he fondled the soft breasts and their flint-like tips.
When his hand again dropped to join its companion Lisa was instantly lost in a maelstrom of conflicting feelings. Her thighs strained shamelessly apart allowing him access to both of her holes. She squeaked as a fingertip wormed its’ way inside the elastic opening of her bottom. A combination of absolute shame and intense embarrassment coursed through her but it was her arousal that won through. She didn’t want to come for him! She mustn’t! Didn’t want him to see her lose control! Didn’t want…Noooooooooo! Oooooooooooh! Jerking and squealing and writhing she orgasm-ed violently on the wonderful fingers. It was only when the exquisite sensations began to ebb away that her humiliation at what she’d just done came to the fore. Overcome with guilt and embarrassment she sobbed loudly as the chuckling man withdrew his now slippery fingers.
Worry made her run first to the Woodsman’s cottage and then, once she had her soiled dress on, even more urgently through the forest to her Aunt and Uncle’s farm. Anxiety was gnawing insistently at her mind. She’d had to promise to go to the postman’s house early on Friday morning. In order to repay the debt he said she owed him, she’d have to sort the post and papers for his round. If she didn’t he would tell her Aunt exactly what she’d done in his van. How she’d stripped naked for him and how she’d asked him to touch her! It was all awful lies but Lisa knew very well that her Aunt would enjoy such a situation enormously. It would give her the perfect excuse to punish her niece once more. Resignedly Lisa knew she’d have to do as the horrid man had told her. The little case was gripped tightly in her hand as she rushed along the path. She knew she must have been gone for much longer than her Aunt had expected. Once back at the farm she quickly she opened the kitchen door and slipped quietly inside. It was as she was creeping up the stairs that her Aunt’s voice boomed out from the living room,
“LISA! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? COME HERE THIS INSTANT!”
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