Lisa got more than she asked for 8
I needed the days following our camping trip to recover. After I had taken them
back to their parents, where they had ordered me that shameful orgasm in front
of their unknowing father, I drove directly home, where I took a long shower.
Thinking of my great humiliation in the last three days, I began to cry, so my
face was washed by both tears and water. What did I do to deserve to suffer like
this?
They had made me do so many disgusting things, and the worst thing was that I
responded to my degradation with sexual arousal. I couldn't believe that I had
gotten horny just because those two nerds told me off like a little girl. That
was when I started to caress myself in my shower, without really realizing at
first. Thinking of the ugly orders they had given me, I soon was lost in craving
for an orgasm. When I thought of Sam stopping to kiss me after he came in his
trousers while his brother hit my bum with the branch, I reached one myself.
Only after it had ebbed did it come to my mind that the treatment those boys
gave me was perhaps what I wanted.
Tears of shame filled my eyes again as I stepped out of the shower and went
straight to bed to curl up for the next 14 hours.
The next days I was glad to have my work, where my thoughts had to focus on
something else. On Wednesday I felt a little better, thinking that I was only
confused and didn't want the boys to treat me like that. Early that afternoon my
secretary informed me, through the speaker, that I had two visitors. Gulping, I
told her to let them in. She led them inside and closed the door after leaving.
"Wow, you've got your own bureau, girl!" Carl exclaimed. Sam said that they
thought I would be happy if they made a surprise visit to my working place.
"Please boys, I am very busy here and I have a lot to do today. You cannot come
here and expect to do with me, well, whatever you have in mind" I argued.
Sam stifled a giggle. "Well, we only thought to inform you that we will come to
your flat this evening, but as you suggested that we have something in mind,
we'd better not disappoint our little girl."
Knowing that when they had decided something they would do it and all my pleas
would be useless, I had to take off my skirt and panties. Carl now told me to
sit down at my desk and start masturbating. While he sat in front of my desk,
Sam leaned himself against the wall at my side to watch and make sure that I was
obedient. Then I had to order two cokes and was told not to stop caressing
"their" pussy, until my secretary was gone again. I was really glad now that my
desk had a wooden plate on its front.
By the time she entered I was already quite aroused and felt even more
embarrassed at her presence. They had at least a little consideration for me,
because Sam walked up to her to take his coke. Otherwise, she would have perhaps
seen what I was doing. After she left, I thanked him for this and he twinkled at
me and said, "Hey we're just looking after you, little girl."
They made themselves comfortable on the seats in front of my desk and told me to
stand in front of them. I was allowed to inform my secretary that I didn't want
to be disturbed. In front of them, I had to spread my legs and put my hands
behind my head as they slowly drank their cokes, wearing only my top and high
heels. I felt so sluttish like this. "Your janitor had the idea to shave off the
hair between your legs. He told us yesterday on the phone that you would look
more like a little girl then," Sam stated. "Oh no, they discussed such things
about me with that ugly man," I thought. He continued, "Come closer, so we may
have a better look."
Hesitantly, I obeyed and they talked about what my pussy would look like without
hair as they let their hands run over my bush. Carl asked me if I would like to
be bald down there. I shook my head and with a grin he asked if I thought that
my vote would count. In shame, I said "No" in a very quiet voice. "You got it,
little Lisa!" was his response and he looked me in the eyes as he let one finger
slide inside of me. Both of them noticed me shiver and Sam thought that I
deserved a spanking for making their fingers wet.
I was to kneel on the floor and the boys took off one shoe each, which they
showed me as the implements of my punishment. I had to kiss each shoe. I soon
found out that they hurt quite a lot. All the time I hoped no one outside would
hear the insulting smacking sounds the shoes caused when they hit my bum. Only
little moans escaped my mouth, but when my bum was red enough for them to be
satisfied, they told me to spread my legs wide.
"Little Lisa is enjoying this too much," Sam discovered. "You'd better let me
put your panties in your mouth, if you don't want your secretary to hear you
being punished. You deserve four slaps on your dirty, wet pussy." To my shame, I
had to ask him to put them in my mouth, but that feeling was forgotten after Sam
hit me with the sole of his shoe for the first time. I saw stars, quickly rose
up and covered my pussy to caress it and ease the pain. They laughed at the
sight of me with my undergarment stuffed in my mouth, but told me to get back
into position on all fours. Carl made it even worse by saying that the next
three would only count if I stayed in position. I tried to do the best I could,
only struggling a little, but failed at the last one, which was, of course,
repeated.
I was still on my knees when Sam said that it was a pity that they had to go
shopping with their Mum now, because he would like to give me the present of
letting me suck him off. But, he told me, I would get my reward this evening. I
had to open my mouth so Carl could take out my panties, which he told me he
would keep. They walked to the door and I had to hurry to hide behind my desk
before they opened the door.
For the rest of the afternoon I couldn't get Sam's words out of my mind, that I
would get my reward this evening. I felt like a trapped mouse, knowing that I
would have to give blowjobs to the two boys this evening and there was no way
out.
When I came home, I hoped to have at least a little time before the two came. I
entered my flat and opened the door to my living room. Sam, Carl and Mr.
Stephenson, the janitor, were sitting on my couch and greeted me. In shock, I
let my handbag drop.
"Well, well, well. Nice to see you, Lisa. Sam and Carl here invited me to spend
the evening with you three." He then told me that he heard I got a good spanking
today and I should show him my backside. After some unsuccessful pleading, I
reluctantly turned around and lifted my skirt up to my waist, hating to take
this order from him. Surely with a big grin he commented: "What a lovely red ass
you have. Nearly as red as your face."
Sam told him I liked my bum to be spanked, because I got wet from it. Mr.
Stephenson said, grinning, "Yes, I know she needs a special treatment to make
her happy and you are doing her a great favor." He, telling me not to play the
innocent, cut off my protest. I felt my pussy starting to respond to the
situation I had found myself in so abruptly.
I had to turn around with my skirt still up around my waist. When I faced them,
Mr. Peterson declared that my bush had to come off now and that Sam and Carl had
agreed to that. If I hesitated I would have to face my pussy being hit until I
begged them to shave it. I hoped for a hole, where I could crawl in and hide
myself from them.
My instructions were to fetch a bowl with hot water and a towel, then to strip
naked and lie down on the coffee table. There, I had to bend my legs to my
chest, grab the insides of my knees with my hands and spread them as far as I
could. I saw their evilly grinning faces looking down at me lying there in this
vulnerable position.
First, Sam started to cut my hair short with some scissors, tugging at it to
make it easier for him to cut, but he took advantage of this also to torture me.
I moaned and begged him to be a little more tender, which only encouraged him to
tug even more. I was very afraid that he would cut me and even more afraid when
it was his brother's turn.
I looked down at Carl and saw that he really enjoyed my fear. I pleaded with Mr.
Stephenson that he should continue, but he only told me that, if I begged
properly and called him Sir, Carl would perhaps be more gentle. Carl was only
well satisfied (and laughing), when I forced myself to say, "Please, Sir, be
gentle with your little girl and take care not to hurt her pussy. I would love
to have a nice little shaved pussy for you to play with." But he was more
careful now and he let me know that this had been a lesson for me in obedience.
It was decided that, from now on, I had to address them as "Sirs".
Mr. Stephenson had brought a razor and shaving cream with him. He massaged some
of it into my pubic region and my three tormentors commented on my now obvious
arousal. I felt so helpless; moaning, squirming around and breathing heavily in
my ordered position, with them above me making their dirty jokes.
Mr. Stephenson shaved every single hair from between my legs and after he had
made me clean they all took the liberty to feel me up. They told me how sweet I
looked now and that I would keep my pussy bare from now on. Sam wanted me to put
my hair in two ponytails and look at myself in the mirror. I felt a rush of
humiliation when I saw what they had done to me. It was bad, because they
changed the way I look and this change would be permanent and this happened
against my will, only for their amusement.
Back in the living room, Mr. Stephenson proclaimed that I really looked like a
little girl now. Carl, saying that he could even improve the sight, walked up
to me and handed me a pacifier. I had to put it into my mouth, which made the
old man laugh out loud, "I bet she is still wetting her bed." They told him
about my baby and pet experiences and, after enduring some jokes, Sam saw what I
felt. A drop was making its way down my inner thigh. After telling the others, I
was made to confirm that I loved to be their toy, that being humiliated aroused
me and I had to beg them to continue entertaining me.
Mr. Stephenson had a surprise for me. He told me to kneel in front of him and
caress my nipples, until they were fully erect. Then he showed me two little
bells connected to threads. I watched with a red face as he attached them to my
nipples. The boys found this to be a cool idea. It was very funny for them that
every time I moved, the bells rang. I had to walk in place first and then I had
to do Jumping Jacks with their laughter spinning through my head. They let me
keep them on for the whole evening and the sound of the bells made me feel like
a personified joke.
Mr. Stephenson then said he had to leave, but he surely enjoyed this evening and
would definitely want join us again another night. Sam suggested that I should
give him something as a reward for being so kind to me and even giving me the
bells as a present. Mr. Stephenson told me that he had expected me to give him
at least a little relief, after I had been teasing him throughout the whole
evening. I found myself again kneeling in front of him as he pulled out his
dick. I was told to take it in my mouth and make it stiff. When I put it inside,
he suddenly grabbed my head and I was surprised by some fluid entering my mouth.
When I realized that he was peeing into my mouth, I tried to escape from his
grip, but he said in a stern voice, "You better swallow it all or I will give
your little cunt a beating you will never forget." Giving in to my fear, I
stopped struggling against this horrible man and began to swallow mouthful after
mouthful.
Again forced to hold eye contact, I felt his urine wash away every bit of my
natural feeling of being equal to this man. I was just here to do whatever
pleased him and the boys. Having to swallow his urine was the most degrading
thing he could do and I saw in his eyes that he wanted me to feel this way.
As soon as the boys realized what was happening, they came closer to get a
better look. It came to my mind that they probably would want to have a try for
themselves. Sam thought that I seemed to like the taste and both of them were
overwhelmed at what they witnessed.
After finishing, Mr. Stephenson called me a good little piss loving girl, which
made me gasp in shame. He continued that, now I should really start giving him
what he deserved. I put a lot of effort in it to make it over as soon as
possible, thinking that having to blow him now, after he had humiliated me, was
as if I had to thank him for letting me drink his pee. He forced me to move his
dick in and out of my mouth, which made my bells ring rhythmically. Finally he
"let me" swallow it all. To my shame, he made me stand up and probed my pussy to
show Sam and Carl that, throughout this horrible ordeal, my arousal had never
left me.
We followed him to the door, where I had to kiss him goodbye and thank him for
letting me drink his piss and swallow his cum, but with an evil grin he told me
not to "...french kiss me, because not everyone likes the taste of piss."
When I closed the door, I heard Sam speaking to his Mum on the telephone,
"...no, Lisa has invited us to stay for the night, so you won't have to fetch
us. She's so cool. No, Mum, we won't cause any trouble..."
