The House-Whore

by

Kathy Morris

© 2002

  

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 eachother'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 breath 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 it's 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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