The Continuing Adventures of Lisa James: A Summer Vacation

Chapter 3 An awful morning

The Continuing Adventures of Lisa James : A Summer Vacation

Chapter Three : An awful morning

         
          Even though it was midsummer Lisa James found it surprisingly cold in
the corridor, but then of course she was naked. She stood shivering by the San
door listening intently for any slight noise that might reveal the presence of
another person. Luckily at such an early hour the building was deserted. If by
chance someone did come along they'd look at her exposed boobs and smooth shaven
pussy, the thought gave her goosebumps. Being looked at by people when her
clothes had been taken away was really awful, especially when they made her do
things. The embarrassment was always excruciating but on each occasion without
fail her pussy became incredibly wet. No matter how much she might hate what was
happening to her at the time the degree of excitement that came with it was
incredible. It was hard to admit but she knew she wanted to be used in the most
embarrassing ways, to be made to do awful things, shameful things. Just
remembering an incident was enough to make her heart hammer alarmingly. The
sudden clatter of heels on the stairs heralded the approach of Miss Palmer the
School Nurse. Lisa shivered again but this time not just because of the cold.

          Today the enema was far worse. Lisa was moaning and begging so much
that "Matron" was forced to place a ball gag in the younger woman's mouth. She
watched with interest as her "pupil" writhed desperately across the saddle of
the "machine". There was no rush so she left the pump running for a full 30
minutes. To pass the time she ran her hands over the helpless body as it twisted
and strained in front of her. Occasionally, to add to her amusement, she
delivered a pinch or twist to a particularly sensitive part. A whole array of
spluttered entreaties and muffled squeals escaped the rubber filled mouth. By
the time she allowed Lisa to empty herself Anita Palmer found her own vaginal
juices flowing quite generously. Tomorrow morning she'd have the little slut
perform a few extra duties!

          Once showered and dried the naked "schoolgirl" found herself standing
to attention in front of the Nurse.
          "Right," said the smiling Miss Palmer, "hands behind your back and
stick those tits out for me." She sniggered at the shocked expression that
flashed across Lisa's face.
          "If you're a good little girl I might even stick my fingers up your
bum for a while, you'd like that wouldn't you?" Being spoken to in such a crude
way made Lisa feel ashamed but she did as she was told aware that any show of
disobedience, no matter how slight, would only make things worse. She blushed an
even darker shade of red and moaned loudly when the older woman began pulling
and pinching her already hard nipples into full erection. Once rubbed in the
cream made her groan and shake her boobs about wildly. Somehow she managed to
keep her hands firmly clasped behind her back. Anita Palmer's laughter was still
ringing in her ears as she hurried down the corridor glancing worriedly at the
clock. It was nearly 8am.

          Her knowledge of the main building's layout was still fresh in her
mind from the previous evening so she arrived at the kitchen door with moments
to spare. There were three people working in the room. A thickset middle-aged
woman, who Lisa noticed had enormous forearms, was preparing vegetables on a
large chopping board. A woman in her twenties and a teenage youth were busily
frying bacon, eggs and mushrooms in a series of flat skillets. A mixture of
delicious aromas filled the air which made her realise just how hungry she was.
All three of them turned towards her and looked with interested eyes as she
stood awkwardly in the doorway. Their attention, especially that of the youth,
made her horribly aware of the ridiculously short "uniform" skirt she was
wearing. Even worse her hard sensitised nipples were causing two very obvious
points in the front of her vest. Her face burned with embarrassment.
          "Lisa James I presume," said the big woman, her voice carrying a
slight Scottish lilt.
          "Yes Miss," she replied quietly, staring at the tiled floor.
          "I'm Mrs Sampson, this is Sue and that's Lee but you'll address them
as Miss and Sir, is that understood?" Lisa nodded, thinking how hateful it was
going to be to have to call the grinning teenager Sir.
          "Good, get those clothes off and put on an apron. Sue can you fetch
one for her?" The young woman disappeared through a doorway and returned seconds
later with a white apron that she held out to Lisa.
          "And hurry up there's several pans to scour from last nights meal."
          "Where shall I go to get changed?" she asked nervously.
          "Put your things on that chair at the side of you," said Mrs Sampson.
The grin on the boy's face grew broader.
          "B...But I'm only wearing knickers." It was almost whispered.
          "GET YOUR CLOTHES OFF YOU LITTLE BITCH!," roared the Cook at the top
of her voice. Lisa literally jumped into the air. The youth and his companion
both began to snigger at the bewildered expression that covered her face.
Trembling she undid the skirt and took it off then taking a deep breath pulled
the vest off over her head. Her firm breasts juddered into view, their hard
nipples pointing first to the ceiling then straight out in front as she hurried
to put the apron on. They were all looking at her intently as she quickly
slipped the loop over her head and then struggled to tie the straps behind her
back. The bib at the front of the thing only just covered her boobs. They bulged
out at the sides and if she leant forwards she was sure they'd spill out over
the top, but at least her nipples were covered. At the back was a gap that would
have left her naked from neck to heels if it wasn't for her knickers. Her bum
was safely covered so she was thankful for that. For the next 20 minutes she
scrubbed and washed pans and plates during which time no one even acknowledged
her existence.

          Concentrating on a particularly difficult saucepan Lisa suddenly
realised that her "colleagues" were no longer working. She looked over her
shoulder. The three of them were sitting eating platefuls of bacon and eggs.
There was a rack full of toast and a pot of coffee in the centre of the small
table. Her mouth began to water. At that moment Mrs Sampson looked up and stared
directly at her.
          "Well Lee do you think our little bitch has earned herself some
breakfast?" The boy turned and grinned.
          "Yep, why not. I'll get her a dish." He stood up and went to one of
the cupboards. Lisa couldn't really see what he was doing but she certainly saw
the bacon and eggs and mushrooms that he carried over to one of the work
surfaces. It was only when she heard the liquidiser whirr into life that she
began to wonder what was going on.
          "Take that apron off," said Mrs Sampson, "bitches don't wear clothes."

          Standing in just knickers and white socks she tried to cover her boobs
with her arms but it was an impossible task. She felt her face burning as her
rigid nipples poked out towards her tormentors. The sniggering boy carefully
placed a stainless steel bowl on the floor in front of the table before
returning to his seat. Lisa looked at the brownish gelatinous mush it contained
and felt sick. She suddenly realised why she'd been addressed as a bitch!
          "I thought I just told you bitches aren't allowed clothes," said the
cook quietly. The threat in her voice made Lisa even more nervous. Slowly she
bent over and pulled her socks down and off before looking pleadingly at the
older woman. Surely she'd be allowed to keep her knickers on. Surely she wasn't
going to have to strip in front of the leering youth. The cold look in the
Cook's eyes left no room for doubt. At that moment she knew she was going to
have to take them off. Pleading wouldn't do any good. They wanted to embarrass
her as much as possible, wanted to enjoy her shame. Reluctantly she pushed her
fingers into the waistband of the knickers and swallowing hard began to slide
them slowly down. All three of them burst into laughter when the smooth mound of
her pussy and then its' pink lips came into view.
          "Looks like she's only about ten," said Sue Collins, giggling
uncontrollably.
          "Big tits for her age then," said Lee Watson, his mouth forming a
cruel smile. Mrs Sampson stood up and produced something from one of the
voluminous pockets in her apron. Lisa immediately recognised it as a choke
chain, the type used to control vicious dogs. Seconds later she found herself on
the floor on her hands and knees, the chain sitting uncomfortably around her
neck.

          "Walk!" said Mrs Sampson giving the lead a sharp tug. The chain
tightened around Lisa 's throat. With no choice she "walked" forwards on her
hands and knees on the cold floor. Lee and Sue laughed loudly at the sight of
Lisa struggling to keep up with the Cook who had set off at a brisk pace around
the perimeter of the room. The young woman's boobs swung wildly from side to
side and the cheeks of her bum continuously wobbled and parted. As they passed
the youth and his companion Lisa was aware of what the two of them must be able
to see. They began commenting almost immediately.
          "Just look at the little bitches arsehole, it's winking at us!"
          "That's the fattest pussy I've ever seen. You've got to have a proper
look at it Mrs Sampson! It's bulging out between the backs of her legs. Looks
like an enormous clam, it'd probably have your foot off!" The two of them
continued the flow of comments and insults laughing uproariously throughout.
Lisa's churning buttocks hurried past a number of times and she was breathing
hard long before the Cook sat down once again. Several times she'd choked and
spluttered as the chain had dug painfully into her throat. She remained on her
knees in front of them face burning with shame.

          "Do you two want to examine it before we feed it?" asked the stern
faced Mrs Sampson to her two younger colleagues. They needed no further urging.
          "Head down to the floor bitch, get that fat arse of yours up in the
air," said Sue Collins. Jerking the choke chain she smiled gleefully at her
co-worker who went to a rack of utensils and returned with a heavy wooden spoon.
          Splatt!
          "Aaaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh! Oooooohhh!" screamed Lisa. The boy had swung
the thing into one of the soft unprotected bum cheeks blatantly displayed before
him. He'd done it hard, wanting to hear the helpless young woman squeal.
          "Get those cheeks apart you little bitch! Show us what you've got!" he
snapped.
          "You really like this don't you, showing your holes to strangers?"
said Mrs Sampson chuckling to herself. Lisa did her best, she really did.
Gritting her teeth against the atrocious sting she tried to keep her bum cheeks
spread wide for him.
          Splatt! It was only the second stroke but the intense sting made her
burst into tears. The soft smooth globe flattened before wobbling back into
position. Each of the trembling buttocks now bore a fiery red imprint at its'
centre.
          "You can do better than that slut! Get it properly open!" Lisa spread
her knees as far as she could without sinking to the floor. Tears were pouring
down her face and forming a small puddle on the white tiles. Suddenly she cried
out in pain as two fingers were pushed deep into her bottom. The youth plunged
them roughly back and forth stretching the delicate ring of her anus and making
her beg and plead for him to stop. Her hips rolled from side to side and she
groaned loudly but he simply ignored her cries and continued to amuse himself.

          Sue Collins held tightly to the choke chain keeping Lisa's head down
as the woman shook and trembled in a miasma of humiliation and anguished
sensation. The youth's fingers kept pounding into the pink hole drawing more and
more urgent yelps and groans from the crying woman. Lisa sobbed quietly when the
fingers were removed but it was a short-lived respite. They exchanged places,
the youth taking the chain from the girl's hand. He held it even more tightly
forcing Lisa's face against the floor and placing his foot on the back of her
neck. In vain she tried to move her head but couldn't. She wailed in protest as
the young woman knelt down behind her and stretched the swollen labia wide
apart. Pushing all the fingers of one hand into the wet crack she immediately
had Lisa begging and pleading once again.
          "Ahhhh! Please Miss Stop! Please! I'll do anything you want!
Oooooohhhh! I'm sorry Please Please!" Ignoring her victim's pleas for mercy the
girl continued to move her hand back and forth in the sticky hole. Turning and
twisting her fingers she tried her best to cause the sobbing woman as much
discomfort as possible. It was certainly making the slut moan and shake most
excitingly. She smiled generously at Lee Watson, her obvious enjoyment reflected
in the happy expression on her face.

          "Don't you think our bitch should have a tail Mrs Sampson?" said the
youth mischievously.
          "What a good idea Lee. Of course she should. I know the very thing,"
said the Cook. Smiling she turned and went out to the storeroom. The youth and
his female colleague looked down at the sobbing young woman. Her face was still
pressed tightly to the floor, her hips and bottom sticking rudely up in the air.
The crack between the spread buttocks was shiny with secretions. Clear fluid had
oozed continuously from the helpless vagina as they'd abused it. Now it coated
the inner slopes of the soft cheeks and had even splashed onto the shapely
"schoolgirl" thighs. The whole area was a sticky mess. They looked at each other
and both began laughing again. This week was going to be great fun.

          Lee Watson felt his erection surge when the Cook returned and he saw
what she held in her hand. It was a large leek, a mass of green leaves adorning
one end. Carefully Mrs Sampson stripped the first few layers from the stalk then
ran it under a tap. It's shiny white end formed a rudimentary penis, it would
suffice anyway! Lisa stared up at her tormentors with a look of absolute horror
on her scarlet face.
          "There you go Sue, get it well lubricated before you give it to our
little helper." The grinning young woman gratefully took the thing and knelt
down behind the spread buttocks.
          "Don't! Oh God don't! Please!" begged Lisa as she felt the stiff thing
rubbing back and forth between her legs. She groaned and gasped as it slid
between the lips of her pussy. Sue Collins twisted it in her hands making sure
it was thoroughly coated with the young woman's juices before pushing it firmly
into the pink vaginal tunnel. Lisa moaned and shook her head, the elastic walls
of her vulva pulsing madly against the hard intruder. The girl plunged it in and
out for a few moments. The older woman's hips shamefully rose and fell,
involuntarily pushing up to meet each insertion.

          Their plaything was gasping and squealing when Lee Watson once again
took a firm grip on the choke chain. Lisa felt it tighten around her throat and
as her head was forced down to the floor wondered what was about to happen. She
suddenly screamed. Her shrill cry piercing the air as the leek was violently
forced past the ring of muscle in the opening of her bumhole. It continued
further and further into her bottom stretching the delicate membranes apart as
it pushed into the very centre of her belly. The girl and youth both stood back
and together with their older supervisor looked at the young woman who remained
at their feet. Lisa was gasping and sobbing and shaking. Five inches of green
leaved stalk projected from her anus. The rest was lodged tightly in her rectal
passageway. A horrible stinging sensation was starting deep inside her bottom.
She wanted the thing removed!
          "Take it out! Take it out! Ooooohhhhh! Please! It's stinging me
inside! Oooohhhhh! Arrgggghhhhhhh!" As the elastic tunnel gripped the invader
it's walls began a rhythmic tightening trying in vain to expel the foreign
object.
          "Right let's see that tail wagging you little bitch," said Mrs
Sampson. With that she picked up the end of the choke chain and jerked it,
urging Lisa to crawl towards the dog's bowl. As she moved her "tail" wobbled
from side to side causing wave after wave of shame and humiliation to course
through her body. The Cook had her stop in front of the dish.
          "Wag your tail, come on wag it or you'll find yourself across my
knee." Lisa did her best. She shook her hips causing the green "tail" to wag
enthusiastically from side to side. Her tormentors convulsed with laughter.
          "Now eat your breakfast and be quick about it." With that Lisa found
her face pushed down into the brown mush. She was incredibly hungry and even
though it was cold it still tasted good. Ten minutes later her face was covered
in the stuff but the dish was empty. Finally they had her lick the bowl clean.
It was the youth that slowly pulled the leek from her bottom making sure she
felt every inch as it was removed.

          "I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow," he said, grinning as she
washed and dried herself at a small sink in the storeroom, "we'll try and find
you a different tail tomorrow, you'd like that wouldn't you?" She was still
naked and being alone with him in the storeroom was making her very nervous.
          "Maybe you'd prefer my cock up that fat arse of yours, I bet that
would make you squeal." He grabbed a handful of soft buttock and squeezed hard.
Lisa whimpered and twisted away but not before she'd seen the look of absolute
triumph in his eyes. She shuddered and knew he'd meant exactly what he'd said.

          The English and Mathematics classrooms were situated in one of the
other buildings that were spread throughout the grounds of the school. Once
again the clear signs helped her arrive at the right place at the correct time.
Her classmates were already sitting at their desks when she entered but as one
they all turned to look at her as did the middle-aged man standing at the front
of the room. The uniform again, or rather the lack of it. She knew exactly what
they were looking at. Her face was already bright red but she felt a fresh wave
of embarrassment coursing through her. Their bright eyes and smiling mouths
followed her as she moved to sit at the only available desk which of course was
right at the front of the class.
          "Miss James I suppose," said the teacher in a sarcastic voice, "I'm Mr
Finch." It was 15 years since she'd last seen a comprehension test and the ones
she could remember had never been anywhere near as difficult as this. Whilst she
struggled with the convoluted narrative her classmates studied a far easier
paper. Her nervousness and agitation made things much more confusing than they
really were and by the time she'd finished she knew that many of her answers
were wrong. Now as the Master collected her paper she worried about the possible
consequences. He hadn't really acknowledged her during the lesson but now he
leant over and spoke quietly,
          "I hope you've made a passable effort at your work Miss, otherwise
you're going to find Thursday's lesson a lot more uncomfortable." That was all
he said but it was enough to set all kinds of worrying thoughts spiralling
around inside her head. As Alan Finch put the classes' papers into his briefcase
he looked at the young woman's full breasts and hard nipples perfectly outlined
by the tight vest that she wore. Unfortunately he lived off site otherwise he'd
have made sure he paid a visit to her room one night. As it was he had
Thursday's lesson to look forward to and hopefully he'd be able to wangle
Saturday afternoon and evening away from home as well. The thought caused his
cock to swell.

          Miss Fiona Cole was used to the effect she had on young male pupils.
As she strode into the room Lisa recognised her from their brief dining room
introduction of the previous evening. The boys greeted her entrance with eager
smiles and Alan Finch gave her an approving look as he left. Her short blonde
hair framed an exquisite face that was set on slim shoulders. At 22 years of age
and 5 foot 4 she was small of stature but perfectly formed.  Firm pointed
breasts stretched the fabric of her jacket and her bottom and hips were full and
voluptuous. A natural tan was evident on her slim legs and unsurprisingly she
represented an unattainable fantasy to every boy in the room. Her eyes when they
came to rest on Lisa however burned with undisguised cruelty. Lisa stared back
unable to look away caught like a rabbit in a car's headlights.
          "Well well if it isn't our new little schoolgirl. Why are you dressed
like that?" Her voice was silky smooth but dripped with sarcasm, "Do you want
everyone to see what you've got? Is that it?" Lisa just stared at her
dumbfounded aware that the boys were listening to every word.
          "Stand up then and lets have a proper look at you." Lisa's chair made
a scraping sound as she slowly got to her feet. Her face was bright red as the
younger woman looked her up and down.
          "Mmmm....I think we'll have you out at the front of the class. You can
demonstrate the exercises on the board and show your classmates what a clever
little girl you are." Lisa felt ashamed being spoken to in such a way by a girl
that was obviously younger than herself. Very reluctantly she went and stood by
the blackboard keeping her eyes firmly fixed to the floor.

          The exercises consisted mainly of fractions and algebraic equations,
things that she hadn't looked at or thought about since she'd left school. While
the class worked through each question she was made to work through it on the
board. Inevitably she got most things wrong. Several times because of her
nervousness and embarrassment the chalk dropped from her shaking fingers. Miss
Cole stood closely behind her throughout the dreadful lesson pointing out each
error with a stream of sarcastic comments and sharp words much to the amusement
of the grinning class. The more Lisa needed to be corrected the more mistakes
she made. Her face was absolutely scarlet by the time the hands of the clock
finally approached midday. Never in her life had she felt so totally stupid and
humiliated.
          "Well young lady you seem to have no understanding whatsoever of basic
principles. Your classmates all appear to be working at a much higher level than
you....you should be ashamed of yourself!" Lisa stared at the floor, wringing
her fingers nervously, hoping with all her might that Miss Cole would stop
"telling her off" in front of the class.
          "Or maybe you've been doing it on purpose? Is that it? You thought
you'd try and make a fool of me?" Lisa immediately denied it.
          "Oh No Miss I....."
          "Shut Up! How dare you interrupt me when I'm speaking!" A snigger ran
through the classroom.
          "Tomorrow we're going to go through this again and if there isn't a
marked improvement in your work I'm going to punish you in front of the class.
Is that understood?" Lisa stared aghast at the smiling schoolmistress. Oh God.
She was going to be punished in front of the boys, she just knew she was and she
knew where she'd get it as well. The thought of having her bum spanked by the
young girl in front of her grinning "classmates" sent shivers down her spine.

          After lunch she reported to the San and much to her embarrassment
received another enema. Thankfully it wasn't as painful as the one she'd had
before breakfast. Once she'd been strapped to the machine and the pump started
Matron had left her alone in the room. She'd felt sick with worry whilst the
woman had been gone. What if someone had knocked at the door? What if someone
had actually come in? The thought of someone seeing her in such a position was
quite simply too horrible to contemplate. Miss Palmer waited until she'd
showered and dried herself. Then before she'd been allowed to leave the Nurse
had made her bend over and push her bottom out. She'd squealed loudly as a
finger had penetrated her bumhole and spread some sort of cream around the
contracting entrance. To "keep you nice and healthy" was all Miss Palmer had
said. Back in her room she put on a clean vest and knickers and then with a
tingling bottom headed for the Biology Laboratory.