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.