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Chapter 4
Codes: Light, F/f, M/f, f-self, Exhibition, Teen, D/s, Slavery, Humiliation, Reluctant
Sunlight streams in through the apartments large, east facing, windows. The light spreads from my toes, up along my smooth legs. The heat disturbs my respite. The sun climbs along my slender back and touches my face.
With my sleep finally broken, I sit up. I rub the sleep from my eyes, and I can feel beads of cum running down my clean, scented, skin. No. Not cum, just sweat. I sit up on the couch that was my bed, and struggle to separate my dreams from reality.
Did I really suck all those dicks? The fact that I am still naked, and my knees are bruised lends credibility to some of my dark suspicions.
"The dumpster..." I mumble to myself.
Now I remember. I had jacked some guys off, more than a few, and I had been paid for the work. In my dreams I took each cock in my mouth, and drank greedily from the delicious white cum. Then I... no I couldn't have.
I spread my legs and check my holes. No swelling or bruising, and certainly no blood. At least that part had only been a dream, or a nightmare. I struggled in vain as the strangers forced me to the ground beside the dumpster. The hard gravel cut into my back as men took turns ravishing me. They would squeeze my breasts hard and I would moan. Teeth would bite down on my delicate skin and I would cry and whimper. Hard cocks would plunge into my tight pussy, pounding it incessantly, and I would cum. Such dreams were not uncommon for me. I never dreamed dreams of hope. For me a dream meant watching myself submit to degrading painful acts, and enjoying it. I would never do something like that really. I was smart enough to know the truth would be all pain and no pleasure.
I get up and stumble to the fridge. I am still too tired to be concerned about my nudity, so long as I am alone. The fridge contains mostly garbage. Old plates off food long past their prime. I remember the kitchen benches and coffee table stacked with dishes and trash. Neither Michael or Lisa are much for cleanliness. I spot a carton of milk on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator door. Ignoring the protest from my knees, I kneel down on the cold tiles to examine the used by date. Satisfied, I raise the container high and begin slowly draining it.
A few drops slide from my mouth and run down my breast. I pause as I revel in the familiarity. Before continuing, I spread my knees and thrust my shoulders back. I raise the phallus high and accept its creamy white bounty. Satiated, I return the carton and yawn.
Licking the milk from my lips, I rise and look for a place to crash. It can't be later than eight or nine, and after the events of last night I could sure do with some more sleep. I tiptoe across the living room carpet and listen at bedroom door. I can hear a mechanical hum, and I feel cold air blast against my toes. I dare to open the door. More cold air assaults me as I peek into the shadowy room. The apartments single bedroom is dominated by queen sized bed, a long desk holding two computers, and a wall length closet. The rooms windows are blacked out and heavily curtained. The air is stale and tastes of sweat. I dance carefully across the floor, stacked high with magazines, collectibles and old foodstuffs. I slip onto the soft bed and slide myself under the warm thick quilt.
I never sleep in the nude, though I think I quite enjoy it. I roll around on the chilled sheets and savor the feeling. The bed smells like Michael and Lisa. It finally occurs to me that this is their bed. This is where they make love. I pretended this was my bed, and my lover was about to come home and find me ready and awaiting his carnal needs. He would have the body of a warrior, the mind of a scholar and the heart of a poet. I throw the blanket off, as he would. My fingers part my lips and set to work teasing my honey pot. His deep intelligent eyes lock onto mine as he kneels on the bed and slips down between my milky thighs. He seems to know my body as well as I.
Breathless, I look up and see my lover has turned into a stranger. A rapist! I throw my head down against the soft mattress as he violently slaps me. I bring a hand up to my delicate throat and squeeze, just as my attacker would. His fingers clamp shut as his (too thin) cock proceeds to violate my insides. I cry out in excitement and gasp for air, allowing myself much of the first, but little of the latter.
I flip myself over, and drive my face down into the pillow. Long fingernails claw painful scratches on my tight behind. When the assault stops I have raised up on my knees. I feel a slender shape press against my sphincter as a hand begins to deftly work my clit. The rapist wins past my defenses and plunders my asshole. In my mind, his organ dwarfs even Michaels and it tears me open. In reality I learned long ago that my ass was a potent erogenous zone. As the rapist steals my dignity I cream my fingers, and my friends bed sheets. Satisfied, he lets me go and I soon pass into sleep. The rapist returns while I sleep, and he brings friends.
I am pulled harshly out of my dreams when the bedroom door slams and the room fills with threats of violence. Lisa stands over me, having just cast the quilt from the bed. I figured I would apologize to Lisa for using her bed without asking, but she never gave me a chance.
“I come home after a hard day’s work only to find you lounging around like a spoilt princess in my bed!”
“I'm sorry Lisa.” I cover myself as much from her angry stare as from the cold air. “I needed a place to sleep.”
With a show of teeth Lisa steps forward and takes a fist full of my long red hair.
“You need only what I give you whore!”
Enraged, Lisa tears me off the bed and drags me through the garbage. I scream and kick, but Lisa is far stronger and easily tugs me along with her. She drags me into the light and across the carpeted living room. As I bounce along, I pass Michael’s feet as he sits on the couch watching television. He is understandably distracted by my writhing naked body. Lisa releases me when we reach the tiles and I curl up into a ball in front of the fridge. I rest for only a moment before she once more grabs at my hair, this time lifting my up to my knees.
“I am sorry Lisa.”
I continue to beg until a slap crashes into my face. The hit was not a gentle reprimand but a brutal assault. She hits me again and my pleas become sobbing cries.
“Did you think I was letting you stay here so that you could lay in my bed fingering yourself all day?”
I couldn't know if she had seen some telltale stain, but the accurate accusation made my cheeks burn almost as much as the slaps had.
“Before I went to work I left you a lift of chores, and you have not done a single thing ave you?”
“I'm sorry Lisa.” I cringe at her feet, holding my hands up in front of my battered face. “I'm sorry I didn't see the list.”
“While you stay her you will do whatever I command, that was the agreement was it not?”
“Yes, and I mean to. Give me a chance.”
“Here is the list.” Lisa almost shouts as she thrusts the scribbled note before my face. “Complete everything to my satisfaction and in a timely fashion and you won't add any more to the punishment you will receive tonight. Your mother let you get away with being a lazy cunt, but here if you fail to complete your chores, or do a poor effort, I will give you a good old fashioned over the knee spanking. That is unless you want to leave now?” Lisa pointed to the door.
How can I leave? I have no money, not even any clothes. I agree with Lisa and promise to do a good job.
“Lisa.” I ask as she walks away to her room.
“Yes whore?”
I had made a mistake, and been ungrateful, and maybe I deserved to be hit, but I didn't see that she had to call me names.
“Could I please have something to wear?” Being naked was so unnatural.
“Do you think you have earned it?” She said looking down at me like a piece of garbage.
“No...” I finally agreed.
She turned away, and that was the end of that.
I stand carefully, and look down past my hard nipple to the list I hold in my trembling hands.
Whore's Chores:
I look down at the list with my mouth agape. This is everything. It will take hours for me to do all of this. The house was in a terrible state. I hate cleaning, but I’m not a big fan of getting hit any more either. Lisa had spoke of a punishment I would receive tonight. I know I deserve to be punished, but it can't hurt to put Lisa in a good mood by showing her I am really trying.
It feels surreal to prance about the apartment naked. Both Michael and Lisa make no effort to hide their leering. More than that, I am the butt of much playful groping as I go about my chores. My silky skin is fair game as I hurry back and forth loaded with bags of garbage and stacks of dishes. I have no choice but to ignore the hands that caress my thighs whenever I passed. When I need Michael to help me get a dustpan from the top of a high cupboard he smiles down at me as he grabs it. He hands me the dustpan, but doesn't let go. Instead I felt him petting my bald sex gently. He is more than a foot taller than me and well over twice my weight, but his fingers delicately skip across my flower. No man or boy has ever had permission to touch me there, but under the circumstances I don’t see how I can deny him. After a nervous minute, Lisa calls him away. I can't hear what she said, but I can sense the authority in her voice.
That was not the last of it though. Later, as I am washing the dishes, Lisa comes up behind me and presses me against the cold metal edge of the sink. Each of her hands engulfed one of my firm ass checks and she gropes them playfully.
“You had better start dinner soon whore,” she warned “or this sweet little ass of yours will be black and blue by time I am finished with it.”
I try to work faster, but Lisa does not leave me be. She pulls my ass checks apart before squeezing them back together. I want her to stop, but I don't feel I have the right to order her. It’s humiliating being pawed at, but if it makes her happy then maybe she will start treating me better. When I begin to prepare dinner she leaves me alone, with the warning that it had better be good.
While I pulled ingredients and dishes out onto a freshly cleaned table, I have to pause to wipe away tears. I suck at cooking. I have always been strangely proud of the fact I suck at 'women's stuff'. I was scared of putting my fingers anywhere near a sewing machine. I tended to put washing in the machine and forget about it for days. I sure as hell couldn't cook.
“How is it going?” Michael asks me as he looms over me from behind. He places his hands on either side of my tiny waist, and I marvel at how his fat fingers almost touch at the front and back.
“Uh, well... I could use a recipe book.”
“Don't have one.” He replied as his hands slid down towards my pussy.
“Could you maybe get one off the Internet? All you have in there is sausages and I would like to know if any of these herbs goes well with them.”
“I guess I can do that.”
I feel Michael take my hand. He pulls it down and wraps it around his meaty cock.
“This is unsanitary.” I whisper to him, keeping watch of Lisa's bedroom door.
Despite my protest I was already hard at work. A dozen plus hand jobs were actually really tiring, but just one wasn't really a thing at all. Michaels hands begin exploring my cleft and massaging my breasts. I do my best to keep working while Michael and I masturbate each other.
I do a piss poor job of chopping up some old carrots one handed while Michael begins nibbling on my ear. “I don't even like you.” He confided in me. “Don't get your hopes up. I'd rather fuck Lisa any day.”
I was glad of that, though also strangely jealous. Why isn't he fucking me right now? I'm more than pretty. I redouble my efforts on his cock. I find I can rub the tip off it against my thigh while I worked the shaft.
When he is ready to cum, Michael spins me around and begins plastering my bald mound with his warm thick seed. He continues to leak onto my pussy, even rubbing the swollen head off his giant cock against the lips of my sex. After painfully tweaking my nipples once more he pulls his pants up and leaves.
I wash my hand, but I have no time to clean myself. When I was just about to throw the sausages in a pan and let god handle the rest, Michael returns with a printout.
“What's this?” I ask.
“The recipe you wanted.” He looks at me like I'm an idiot.
“Oh, yeah sorry I forgot. I'm just really stretched thin here,”
“Yeah well, you earned it, whore.”
He drops the recipe onto the counter, and I see he has printed out the plain text recipe over the top off a full color printout. The printout is of me, well lit, kneeling on grass covered in cum. In the picture I am busy beating off two cocks. I am smiling up at the owner of one (him having just paid me a genuine complement) and the other is exploding white goo all across the side of my face. I concentrate on the recipe, and try not to think about hundreds of boys sending such pictures to each other.
The food smells good, and Michael and Lisa are waiting on the coach. I race back and forth setting up utensils and filling plates. I place a plate of spicy sausages and steamed vegetables in front of Michael and then Lisa before at last I return with my own plate. As I sit I am amazed by what a great job I am doing, even while having to do everything naked.
My self congratulations are shattered when Lisa backhands my plate from the table, sending it flying off into the kitchen.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing whore? You haven't finished your chores yet. When you finish everything on the list I will give you something to eat.”
“I'm sorry.” I bow down and back away into the kitchen.
“And clean up that fucking mess, whore!”
While on my hands and knees breathing in the delicious smell of my own cooking I begin to cry. My cries turn into full blown wracking sobs. As I scrape up the ruined food with my bare hands I am suddenly so very hungry. It was presumptuous of me to think I could eat before my chores were done, but the name calling is really becoming very hurtful.
“If you don't quit whining I will give you something to whine about!” Lisa growled.
I sniff hard and bite my lower lip. I scoop up the last of the food and dump it into a plastic garbage bag before getting a sponge and washing the floor. I happen to glance at Lisa and find that she and Michael are both staring at my wiggling behind while they eat. My pink cunt must be peeking out at them too. She gives me a look that makes me feel like I am being derelict in my duties and I scrub harder.
Hours later, I am hungry and tired. My nipples are stiff from the cold as my hosts insist on keeping the air conditioning on full ball. It would probably be ok if I had something to wear. When I was washing the bathroom I noticed the bruises appearing on my face. At first I cried, but I know bruises fade, and Lisa will have to start being nice to me once I am settled in.
Lisa decides my time is up and she checks over my work. I haven't yet packed away the hundreds of loose DVD's, nor have I taken the garbage downstairs to the bins (nor am I bloody likely too unless she gives me something to wear).
“Well I can see you tried really hard, but you failed. I guess that means you wasted your time as I am going to punish you more.”
I stood stiffly, almost at attention while Lisa spoke. I struggle not to cry. I had really tried. I didn't know where anything was, and the house was so dirty. There were so many good excuses but I could see she was waiting for me to argue them. Instead I waited for her final judgment.
“Ok. If you have nothing to say, hop on.” She patted her lap and smiled at me.
This felt too weird. I came around to her side and gently lowered myself across her knees. Lisa adjusted my position until my upper body was hanging and my ass pointed up in the air.
“You will receive ten hits, and more for each time you displease me. Let’s see... You slept in my bed without asking, and don't think I couldn't smell your pussy juices all over my clean sheets. You also failed to finish two of your chores. That's fifty spanks you will receive today.”
I bit my lip. Her policy would imply I would earn ten spanks each day no matter what I did. I didn't like that at all, but now was not the time to argue it.
She spanks me like a little girl, even though I was never spanked like this as a little girl, and I doubted most people ever were either. With each hard slap, she would ask me “Did you like that, whore?” I quickly learned to reply “Yes Lisa, thank you.”
“You're welcome whore.” Was always her response.
She throws in a few bonus smacks to help me learn the rules. While we play out our little parts, she lovingly caresses my ass. As the punishment go on, even her tender touch brings tears to my eyes. After more than fifty hard spanks, and over one hundred 'whores' Lisa finally rolled me off her lap onto the carpet.
I lay on thick carpet, feeling the throb coming from my sore bottom. If only I had worked harder. Why did I have to be so lazy?
I'm not sure how long I rested before Lisa returned. She lifted me up gently, and pressed a delicate looking (cheap plastic) wine glass into my hand. She sat down next to me on the plush rug and patted it gently. I crawled over to her, careful not to spill any of the crimson liquid in my glass. Lisa had changed clothes. She now wore a black chemise. Its thin gauzy material hung from her wide shoulders. The lingerie made her look feminine. Even if she wasn't the object of men's fantasies, she could hold her head high. I couldn't even look her in the eyes.
“Drink up.” Lisa orders me as she sipped her wine.
I sat carefully on my side, more concerned with the color of my bottom then the drink in my hand.
“Drink!” She orders again.
I didn't want her to have to repeat herself again. I take the smallest sip of the wine. The taste fills my mouth. It is strange, but not at all like the foul alcohol my friends had forced me to imbibe before. I continue to sip at the drink slowly. When I notice Lisa has almost finished her first glass, I feel like I have to start drinking faster. It does taste very nice.
“This will make you feel much better.” Lisa remarks as she tops up both of our glasses. “It always calms me down after a long day.”
“Is Michael going to join us?”
“Normally he would, but I think we should keep tonight between up. Have a real girl on girl moment.”
“That would be nice.” I smile nervously, missing the subtext. Right now I would happily agree to whatever she says so long as she isn't swearing at me or hurting me.
We drink more and continue talking. It's nice. I wish we could have done this years ago. I get her talking about her job, and I sit fascinated as she spills endless anecdotes about coworkers or stupid customers. I had never had a job, nor had I been on a sports team. I never got to experience that microcosm of reality.
My bottom doesn't hurt anymore, and Lisa's stories are so funny. I don't really have much to talk about, and pretty quickly Lisa starts asking me more about why my mom kicked me out. She quizzes me thoroughly about what sort of porn I liked. I don't even know what some of the stuff she asks is. It turns out some of her questions were tricks, I am strangely proud of myself for not falling for any of them.
She asks me more about the lesbian porn on my computer. I tell her it’s just like the gang bangs, the glory holes, the interracial sex and all the rest. It's something that I enjoy in the privacy of my own home, but not something I would ever do.
“Did you ever think you would give a bunch of guys hand jobs, while naked no less?”
“No, but that wasn't me. You made me do that.” I am quite drunk by now. Lisa has been overfilling my glass and it was folly for me to try and match her drink for drink anyway.
“Bullshit, you loved it. Once you got past the initial terror, you dug it.” She waves her empty glass at me accusingly. “I will tell you something else, you were a fucking natural at it too. I'm not just saying that, I guarantee those guys all believed you had given hundreds of hand jobs before.”
“I was pretty good wasn't I?” I manage to smile. I didn't like doing it, but I always liked being good at things.
“You have the most beautiful body I have ever seen.” Lisa finally said to me. She was most earnest.
“Um, thank you.” I blush uncontrollably. I can see Lisa's breasts clearly through the sexy lingerie, and my whole body is still on display for her. The way she looks at me makes me so hot.
“Lisa, I'm sorry for all the trouble I gave you today. I will do better tomorrow, I promise. As soon as I have this place cleaned up I will start looking for work.”
“Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. If you show you are hard working then I think Michael and I could be persuaded to keep you on as a full time house keeper.”
I smile at the joke and play along. “I would insist on complete dental and a company car.”
Lisa put her glass down and slid over very close to me. “I am serious, but all I offer is food and board. If you are really good I will even throw in some clothes.”
I was breathing heavily now, and a little light headed. “But, how will I ever finish my degree?”
“Kylie.” She used my name. I knew everything would turn out ok if I did my best.
“God gave you a wonderful gift. You have always known this, but you got it wrong. It isn't your brains, it's your body.” Lisa lifts my wine glass to my mouth and forces me to down the last of it before she tosses the glass aside. She runs a hand through the hair running down my back, and places a hand on my sore rump. She leans in close and places a gentle kiss on my lips. I close my eyes. It is a magical moment.
“But if don't finish university, and I never get any work experience, how will I ever get another job?”
“You will never need another job.” She runs her hands expertly along my skin as she leans down and takes one of my hard pink nipples into her mouth.
“Aaaaaahhh.” I cried softly. “You mean I can stay with you forever?”
“Forever and ever.”
Meeting new people scares me. Wondering what I would do with my mathematics degree once I got it kept me up at night. I had never been able to picture myself working at a real job, and now I would never have to. As hard as today was, it was something I had proven I could do. Already it was more familiar to me than any other job, and familiarity was good.
“I would like that.” I said with tears in my eyes.
“Promise me you will work hard.”
“Oh I will Lisa.”
“As one of your employer's I think you should call me Miss Summers.” She whispered gently into my ear while she massaged my breasts.
“Yes, Miss Summers.”
“Good. Now lie down.”
I lie down on the carpet, my legs spread slightly, hoping Miss Summers will touch me like she did in the bathtub. I could really use a good orgasm after today.
Miss Summers lifts her chemise and bunched it about her waist as she crawled forward and knelt over my face. She presses her cunt down against my nose and mouth, rubbing it back and forth.
“I did promise you would get to eat something.”
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