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THE HOUSE-WHORE
By Kathy Morris
Copyright 2002, Kathy Morris
Part 6
He told Susan that she could lay in bed for a little longer if she
wanted as there wasn't much to do on Saturday's and informed her that
her Uncles were not up yet so there would be nothing for her to do.
Just before he closed her bedroom door he winked at her and,
meaningfully, teased her by asking if her arse was sore.
Susan blushed but had smiled as she told him that, yes, she was a
little sore but had enjoyed herself immensely.
Susan lay in bed admiring her wedding and engagement rings until she
heard one of her Uncles come from his room and go downstairs. She got
out of bed, bathed and remembered to douche several times. She lingered
over what she was going to wear and eventually selected white
underwear, a white, lacy blouse, a black, pleated short skirt and
black, high-heeled stilettos. She made up her face carefully and
admired her curly blonde hair as she brushed it thoroughly.
As she preened herself, Susan wished that her breasts had already grown
as she felt deprived looking at her flat chest. Her slight depression
didn't last long, however, and she picked up her handbag, putting into
it a fresh packet of cigarettes and went downstairs to join her men.
She entered the sitting room and greeted each of her Uncles with a good
morning kiss, then went to make coffee for herself and a cup each for
Uncle Dan and Uncle Ted. When she returned, Uncle Frank gave Susan a
selection of women's magazines to read which he had thoughtfully
fetched for her when he had collected the newspapers from the village.
The family sat around reading, chatting and smoking for most of the
morning, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other's company and good-
natured humour. Susan listened to the men's recollections of their
previous evening's trip into town and realised that she felt jealous
when they talked about the women they had chatted up and danced with
together. The men, however, reassured Susan that none of the women
they'd seen last night had been as beautiful as she was and so she felt
a little less vexed.
Uncle Ben didn't mention anything about his and Susan's lovemaking of
the night before although she knew that her Grandfather had seen them
and that Uncle Ben may well have known his father had been watching.
His eyes, however, twinkled with amusement and knowing, as he offered
Susan a light for her cigarettes, and, as she smoked and read, their
eyes occasionally met.
Grandfather told Susan when it was time to get the lunch ready and,
while she was in the kitchen, she was to make out a shopping list for
him to take into town on Monday morning. He also told her not to forget
to take her tablets and Susan had returned to her bedroom to take them
before refreshing her lipstick and checking her appearance.
After making a varied, delicious salad and the family had eaten, Susan
cleared the pots away and checked in cupboards, freezers, the large,
well-stocked pantry and refrigerator, and finally compiled a list of
the family's needs as per Grandfather's instructions.
The family returned to the sitting room after lunch to finish their
newspapers, or to the lounge to watch television for the rest of the
afternoon. Being a Saturday, some of her uncles were going out to town
again that night, so Susan busied herself with pressing their trousers
and ironing their shirts. Even though her men were going out to try to
pick up women, she thought, she wanted them to look their best, and it
was with pride that she spent ages getting the creases of their
trousers perfect and ensured that their shirts were immaculate in every
detail.
She spent the rest of the afternoon reading her magazines and fetching
cups of tea and coffee when she was asked and then, at teatime, made
sandwiches that they ate together in the lounge. Around seven o'clock
her Uncle Ted, Uncle Dan and Uncle Jack left the house, each giving her
a sweet kiss as they put on their jackets and went out to the car.
As Susan watched television with her Grandfather, Uncle Ben and Uncle
Frank, her thoughts strayed to whether she would be expected to
sexually satisfy any of her men that night and she pondered which one,
if any, would demand her body. As she smoked her cigarette and enjoyed
the film that they were watching, Susan was seated between Uncle Frank
and her Grandfather on the settee. She realised that the scene they
were watching was developing into becoming slightly erotic, and
wondered if any of her men were responding to the pictures on the
screen.
Uncle Frank looked over the top of Susan's head to his father and,
placing his strong hand on her knee, enquired of him whether Sue, as he
called her, had lost her virginity.
Susan blushed and looked into her lap as she suddenly felt her cheeks
redden.
Grandfather casually informed Frank that she'd been broken in the night
before and added, chuckling, that Ben had made sure of it!
Ben chuckled knowingly and told Frank to try her out.
Grandfather agreed with Ben, so he placed his arm around Susan's
slender shoulder and told her to get his prick out for him.
Susan took a last drag on her cigarette and stubbed it out. Then, with
mounting excitement, she deftly opened Uncle Frank's trousers and
underpants and pulled out his warm, thick penis. Frank relaxed back
into the cushions and told Susan to start sucking on him. As Uncle
Frank watched television she sucked greedily and noisily on his prick.
Several times, as Susan's head bobbed up and down in his lap, he made
casual remarks about the film to Ben and his father, but he gave no
indication to Susan, other than by keeping his thick penis hard and
erect, that she was having any effect on him.
Ben casually suggested to Frank, at one point of the film, where a man
was offering a woman in a bar a light for her cigarette, that Susan was
indeed a lovely smoker and that he'd like to watch her so Frank simply
tapped Susan lightly on the shoulder and told her to get one. Susan
immediately did as she was told, eager to pander to Ben's and his
needs, then resumed sucking on the fat, large-knobbed prick with her
smoke-filled mouth, occasionally taking a delicate drag on her
cigarette and then clamping her smoke-filled, lipsticky mouth back to
her Uncles prick and continuing sucking for all she was worth.
Susan's jaw was aching by the time that Uncle Frank was feeling
anywhere near coming, and she had smoked five cigarettes by the time he
gave her the slightest indication that her ministrations were working
on him.
When he did come eventually, Uncle Frank held Susan's head onto his
prick and moaned loudly, pumping his copious, sticky sperm into her
wetly, sucking mouth, making Susan swallow it all in large, greedy
gulps. As his orgasm subsided and his prick became flaccid, he allowed
Susan to raise her head from his lap and told her to do up his
trousers.
Obediently, she tucked his penis away and zipped him up then reached
for her cigarettes and lighter, still savouring the taste of his sperm.
As she lit a cigarette, Frank patted her nylon-encased thigh and told
her to go and make them all a cup of tea. Susan obligingly went to the
kitchen to make the tea, refreshing her lipstick in the hallway mirror
on the way.
When she returned to the lounge from the kitchen, Susan saw that the
men were watching a blue movie and surmised, correctly, that she was
going to have to administer her sexual favours. Ben and his father had
unzipped their flies and were wanking slowly as they watched the film.
When she had placed down the cups of tea, Susan's Grandfather told her
to remove her panties and give his prick a good sucking. Susan eagerly
complied with his request and, positioning herself between his strong
legs, managed to bring him off within several minutes, swallowing his
thick, salty sperm as he pumped it into her mouth.
She had hardly swallowed the last of Grandfather's sperm when she was
told by Ben that he wanted to fuck her mouth also, so she reached for
her cigarettes and lighter, knowing that it would please him for her to
be smoking, then proceeded to relieve him as he sat in the chair across
the room.
Uncle Ben came into her mouth just after she had lit her second
cigarette and once again clamped her ruby mouth over his prick. She
swallowed his tasty spunk and was then told by Uncle Frank to get on
her hands and knees and face the television. Ben told her that he
wanted to watch he smoke some more, so Uncle Jack passed Susan an
ashtray as he lifted her short skirt to expose her bottom and,
kneeling, positioned himself behind her, spreading her legs.
Susan soon felt Uncle Frank's hard, thick prick ease into her and she
relaxed her arse totally as he now made her his wife also.
As he fucked her, Susan obligingly smoked her cigarettes, and kissed
him with her smoky breath when he offered his mouth. She pushed back
onto him and moaned softly as his hard, long, fat prick massaged the
insides of her rectum. Because he had come into her mouth only half an
hour or so before, Susan had to endure Uncle Frank's prolonged fucking
for about forty minutes, and by the time he exploded within her, she
had smoked another six cigarettes for Uncle Ben's pleasure and was
almost screaming with her own need for release as he finally drove his
prick deep into her arse and orgasmed loudly.
Susan stood, and, after replacing her panties, sat back on the settee
between Uncle Frank and her Grandfather. She felt a warm dampness, as
Frank's spunk seeped from her arse and soaked into the cotton gusset of
her panties. She continued watching the blue movie with Frank, Ben and
her Grandfather, until seeing that her watch told her that it was half
past twelve, she asked if she might go to bed.
Grandfather told her that it was and she kissed each of her men "good
night".
She drifted off to sleep quickly that night, knowing that she had
swallowed three mouthfuls of come and had taken one load in her arse.
Susan was content. She had pleasured her men and she slept soundly.
Sunday passed quickly for Susan.
She cooked a large breakfast, which they all ate together, then
prepared a full, traditional Sunday lunch, which they ate at six
o'clock. Her men generally lazed around the house watching television
or reading or doing little jobs about the house that kept them occupied
while she washed the dishes and tidied the kitchen. In the afternoon,
Uncle Ted showed her around the farm and, especially, his motorcycle,
of which he was very proud. The weather was very warm and the cooling
breeze that gently lifted her skirt was more than welcome.
During the day, Susan had dutifully taken her hormone tablets and
injection, as instructed, and wished that her flat chest would hurry up
and begin to swell. She could only think of herself as a woman now and
willingly submitted to her Uncles as they made her their wife
throughout the day.
Uncle Ted had fucked her over his motorcycle during the afternoon and
Uncle Jack had fucked her at the kitchen sink as she washed the pots
from breakfast. Her arse was quite sore by the time Uncle Dan had
fucked her, taking her over the back of the settee, as he and all the
others watched a football match on television, and she had to rush
upstairs and had just reached her bathroom in time, as her bowels
spasmed involuntarily and she squirted their combined sperm into the
toilet bowl.
By the time she want to bed that night, Susan had been fucked three
times and had relieved her Grandfather and Uncle Ben with her mouth.
She now, naturally, thought of herself as nothing more than a spunk-
receptacle for her men, but she accepted the role without complaint and
was really getting a taste for their loads of sticky spunk, whichever
orifice they wished her to receive it.
Grandfather told her, after dinner, that this weekend was an exception
to what would happen in future, and that he had relaxed his rules so
that each of his sons could make Susan their wife before commencement
of the week's rota.
Starting tomorrow, on Monday, he explained, each of her Uncles would,
in turn, have her as his wife from seven o'clock in the morning to six
o'clock the following morning. So, in effect, he told her, she might
not sleep in her own bed until after six o'clock the following Saturday
morning, unless they allowed her to do so. He reminded Susan, however,
that she was always available to him and that, whenever he wanted, he
would use her.
Susan told him that she willingly would be a wife for all of her
Uncle's and understood their marital rights.
Grandfather was impressed with Susan's eager acceptance and, told her
to suck him off there and then. He quickly came into her mouth as she
knelt at his feet under the kitchen table.
At exactly seven o'clock on Monday morning, Susan awoke to find Uncle
Dan standing at the side of her bed.
She looked up at his towering frame and smiled sweetly. "Good morning,
Dan," she said pleasantly.
Dan grinned at Susan, told her get up and have a quick bath then dress
in the clothes exactly as stated on the sheet of paper he handed to
her, and also to do her makeup as specified. As he strode from the
room, he added that she had half an hour to get ready, and to report to
his room as soon as she was finished.
Susan wiped the sleep from her eyes and tried to read the instructions
that he had given to her. The words were blurred as she roused herself
from the deep, contented sleep that she must have needed. She slipped
her feet into her pink, fluffy, high-heeled slippers and went through
to the bathroom.
As she sat on the toilet waiting for her bath to run, she scrutinised
the piece of paper that her husband, Uncle Dan, had given her. She
rubbed her tired eyes again and tried to focus.
Susan read: "Black stockings, black corset and no panties. Your
highest-heeled pair of black stilettos. Dark foundation. Brightest
shade of red lipstick. Dark, purple eye shadow. False eyelashes. Three
coats of mascara. Blusher. Wedding and engagement rings. Red nail
varnish. Heaviest pair of hooped earrings. Perfume." At the bottom of
the piece of paper, and underlined, were the words: "report to my room
every Monday morning wearing exactly these items. Seven o'clock sharp!"
Clearly, Dan was giving her time to prepare herself this first morning
as his wife, she thought, though if she was to bathe, douche, take her
tablets and have her injection, as well as follow his requests, as
written on the piece of paper, she would have to get a move on.
Susan quickly, but thoroughly, washed herself in the bath and douched
three times so that she would be really clean inside for her first day
as a proper wife, then took her hormone tablets and prepared her
injection. As she pushed the needle of the syringe under the flesh of
each pink aureolae, she noticed that the flesh of her chest seemed to
have swollen slightly, and realised with pleasure that the hormones
must be working. "Ooooo, gooody!" she thought, "titties at last!"
When she returned to her bedroom, Susan found the black corset in the
dressing table drawer and stepped into it, sliding the satin material
over her hips and positioning it around her waist. She had never before
worn a corset but from the pictures which Susan had seen of women
wearing them, she knew that after she'd pulled the lacing as tight as
she could, she had to tie them off at the back, so she proceeded to
draw on the laces and felt the corset wrap snugly around her thin
waist. She tugged hard on the laces and realised that, by breathing out
and tugging even harder, she was able to lace the corset tighter. She
felt the steel bones of the corset mould to her shape and eventually
could tighten the laces no more. As she tied the laces in a double bow
behind her back, Susan saw her reflection in the mirror and admired her
slender waist and rounded hips. "Pity, I haven't got titties, yet," she
thought as she looked at her reflection, "but at least they're
starting," she noted as she saw a definite swelling of her chest.
Taking a pair of black, seamed nylons with her, Susan sat on the side
of the bed and slid them over her feet, rolled them up over her smooth
legs and attached each to the eight suspenders which were attached to
the corset. She stood up and adjusted her suspenders so that each one
was fully taut and tugged at the tops of her stockings, making sure
that her seams were straight and perfect, then walked over to the
dressing table to do her makeup.
Susan selected her makeup and applied it carefully, exactly as Dan had
specified on the piece of paper, including the false eyelashes, which
she found a little fiddly to stick in place at first, but ten minutes
later, admired her pretty, but doll-like face in the mirror. Her full,
shapely lips glistened with the bright red, glossy lipstick she had
applied and her eyes seemed larger as they twinkled with excitement
beneath her long, black, sweeping eyelashes.
Susan checked the time with her gold wristwatch as she didn't want her
new husband to be kept waiting and saw that she only had five minutes
in which to finish getting ready. She put on perfume and thanked her
lucky stars that her nails were already varnished bright, shiny red.
She picked out the heaviest hooped earrings she could find and clipped
them to her ear lobes, feeling their weight as she walked to the
wardrobe to find her shoes.
As Dan had directed, Susan took from the pairs of shoes in the shoe
rack, a pair of black, strappy sandals, with the highest heels she
could find. The heels were six-inch stilettos and she was grateful for
the one-inch platform soles as she placed them on her small feet and
fastened the straps around her ankles. She stood up to get used to the
feel of the shoes and took a few tentative, teetering, steps towards
her bedroom door. The shoes made her feet arch painfully and forced her
pelvis forwards, displaying her small, pink penis, which dangled limply
from her hairless groin. If Dan wanted her to dress like this, then
that's what he's going to get, Susan thought, as she minced from her
room and teetered along the landing in her impossibly, high heels.
When she reached Dan's bedroom, Susan found that the door was closed so
she stood expectantly before it and knocked politely. A second later,
the door opened and Dan motioned for her to enter. As Susan walked past
him, Dan quickly appraised her appearance and told her to stand in the
middle of the room.
As Susan teetered across the room to where she had been ordered, she
noticed that laid out on the bed was a collection of studded, black
leather belts and straps of various widths and length. Most had silver
buckles and Susan noted that some of the items were attached to lengths
of gleaming, silver chain.
"Right, stand where you are!" she heard Uncle Dan say, "and turn around
to face the window!"
Susan did as he said, feeling excited and a little apprehensive at the
same time.
Taking a broad leather belt from the bed, Dan placed it around Susan's
waist and started to buckle it up at her back. She gasped as he
fastened it securely over her corset and wondered if she was going to
be able to breathe when he had finished fastening the buckles.
Grasping her left wrist, Dan held her arm around her back and placed
another strap around her wrist, securing it to the waist belt with a
small padlock. Susan was even more apprehensive as her Uncle Dan
secured padded, four inch wide, ankle straps to her slender ankles and
also locked them into place with small, silver padlocks.
As she opened her mouth to protest what was he doing to her, Dan forced
something large and hard into her mouth. He pulled the straps attached
to it tight and quickly fastened them together behind her head,
effectively securing it in place.
Susan reached with her free hand behind her head to stop him from
fastening the device in place, and which gagged her, but realised that
she was too late as her hand found a small padlock and realised that it
was locked. She tried to speak but the large, hard, rubber ball that
filled her mouth muffled her protests.
Susan panicked. She tried to run away, but immediately tripped,
realising that a short length of chain joined the straps around her
ankles, and she fell to the floor. A few seconds later, she was lifted
bodily by Uncle Dan's strong arms and she was once again standing in
her high heels. Submissively now, she did not try to move, though her
body trembled as she stood, gagged and totally surrendered to whatever
her new husband wanted to do to her.
Uncle Dan then secured a wide, shaped collar around Susan's neck and
tilted her head back as he fastened the straps behind her shapely neck.
When Susan tried to look down to see what he was doing next, she found
that she could not lower her chin, as the collar around her neck kept
her head held back, as if forcing her to have an almost defiant and
haughty posture.
Taking her right arm, Dan secured it to the waist belt at her elbow,
using two, thin leather straps and stood back to admire his work. It
was only now that he spoke. "So, today to are my wife?" he asked, his
voice full of propriety.
Susan tried to nod her head in agreement and acceptance of her role,
but the posture collar that she was now wearing prevented her from
being able to move her head more than a tiny fraction in the way she
needed. She meant to emphasise her submission to him by saying, "Yes,
Uncle Dan, I am your wife," but it came out as a muffled and
unintelligible, "Mmmmmm, thththththth, ghghghghphp, ththth," the whites
of her bared teeth accentuated by her crimson, glossy lips and
grotesque, wide open-mouthed condition.
Uncle Dan spoke again. "From today, when you are being my wife, you
will always be punctual!"
Susan nodded her head as best as she was able, and, looking up into his
handsome face, listened as he continued.
"With that in mind, why were you late?" he asked menacingly.
Susan became suddenly frightened upon hearing Uncle Dan's words and she
quickly tried to gather her thoughts and considered that she had
arrived at his room with a couple of minutes to spare.
Dan saw the puzzlement in her eyes and delighted in her obvious
confusion. "You were exactly one minute late," he stated, "and for
that, my darling wife, you will be punished."
Susan watched Dan as he turned from her and strode across the room to
an old, dark wood cupboard, and threw open the heavy doors.
Her eyes opened wide with alarm as she saw that the cupboard contained
a number of whips, riding crops, belts and canes, all arranged
carefully and neatly, together with other implements which she could
not imagine their use. Dan was selecting something from the collection,
and she quickly realised that he was going to use the items to hurt
her.
He turned and faced Susan, holding a riding crop and flexing it with
his large, strong hands. "Because you were late," Uncle Dan explained
slowly and deliberately, "you will receive six strokes." He swished the
crop though the air at his side as if to demonstrate how he was going
to use it on her, and watched as her eyes showed fear and trepidation.
Susan tried to say something but the ball-gag prevented her from doing
so and she had to swallow her own saliva to prevent choking on it. She
turned away from him as if to run away, but only managed in taking a
small step towards the door as the short chain that joined her ankles,
snapped taut. She nearly lost her balance but managed to right herself
and stood erect, breathing rapidly, her feet aching, caused by the
incredibly high heels that she was wearing. Susan tried to take another
tentative step towards the door but screamed into her gag as she heard
a loud "swish" and felt a white hot, searing pain across the rounded
cheeks of her bottom.
She moaned loudly as the pain in her delicate flesh spread rapidly, and
she threw back her head and arched her back as her brain assimilated
the sensations caused by her tortured body. Unable to control her legs,
Susan sank to her knees and placed her chin on the soft carpet, unable
to support herself with her tethered arms. Before she realised that her
prone position provided Uncle Dan with a perfect opportunity to apply
the crop once more, Susan heard a second, loud "swish" and pain coursed
through her again, making her scream into her gag.
Her mind had hardly registered the pain from being struck a second
time, when a third and then a fourth lash from the crop, cracked loudly
on her cheeks. Her nylon-covered legs shot out smoothly from under her
and she lay on her tummy, trapping her right arm beneath her, as she
cried out in pain, her legs wriggling uncontrollably.
Uncle Dan swiftly applied the remaining two strokes to her exposed,
reddening cheeks, and enjoyed the sound as his crop assailed her pale,
fragile flesh. He looked at her small, writhing, tightly bound body and
admired the swelling, crimson wheals that criss-crossed her bottom. He
ignored her muted moans of pain as he said, "Right! Now, Susie, perhaps
you will remember this lesson in future and not arrive here late
again?" he warned.
Susan rolled her body onto its side trying to look at her new husband.
She caught his gaze through the dishevelled locks of her curly blonde
hair and tearfully shook her head, her eyes pleading with him not to
punish her further.
"Get up, you bitch!" she heard him say and he prodded her bared crotch
with his right foot to stress his order. "For displeasing me by your
lateness on our first day as man and wife," he told her, "you will
remain wearing the ball-gag for the rest of the day. In addition, as
you did not see fit to check that the seams of your stockings were
perfectly straight before you presented yourself to me," he explained
further, "you will have to complete your housework with your arms
restrained exactly as they are now. Do you understand?"
Susan's tears had started to subside, though her bottom felt as if it
were on fire. She nodded her compliance and attempted to get up,
drawing her legs in and hunching her body into a kneeling position.
"I'm going to get dressed now," he informed her, "so you'd better start
making breakfast as we've got a hard day's work ahead." Uncle Dan
walked away from her and entered his bathroom, closing the door behind
him.
Susan tried to stand but the chain attaching her ankles would not
permit her to raise a leg high enough. She looked around desperately,
wondering how she was going to get up, when her eyes saw the armchair
in the corner of the room. She crawled as quickly as she was able to do
over to the chair, her nylon-encased knees sliding easily over the
carpet and, resting her chest onto the seat, arched her back and pulled
up her legs so that her face rested on the soft fabric. She dug the
heels of her shoes into the thick pile of the carpet and pushed,
curling her body as she forced herself onto the chair and ending up
lying sideways in the large, comfortable armchair.
Susan was panting rapidly into her gag as she turned her body into a
sitting position and pushed with her feet. Susan could now rest her
right arm on the arm of the chair and she drew her legs towards her,
her feet arching dreadfully with the high heels and her left arm
uncomfortably strapped to the small of her back. She sat there for a
moment and tried to catch her breath. The horrible, hard rubber ball
which stretched her mouth made breathing difficult and Susan was having
to swallow a large amount of her own saliva as her tongue tried to move
within its confinement. She felt the warmth of her naked bottom on the
relatively cool seat of the armchair and languished in the relief it
afforded her well-whipped cheeks.
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