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 {ASS} Teacher Training Course {ShellyR} (MFf spank exhib mast medical mc)
Author: ShellyR
Title: Teacher Training Course
Summary: Lisa Mansfield returns to her parents, having decided to
delegate authority to her

   father, and receive training to curb her base sexual desires.  Keywords:
MFf, spank, exhib, mast, medical, mc

   TTC Teacher Training Course

   Part 2 of the adventures of a PE teacher at Lawnswood School for Girls,
a private, very exclusive boarding establishment for young ladies from
wealthy families to be properly trained and educated.

   Lisa Mansfield decided she'd return to her parents for the Easter Bank
Holiday weekend, having struggled long and hard to maintain behaviour
suitable to her position, and to her strict upbringing.  She often failed
miserably in this endeavour, partly because she was a randy little wench,
driven by deep seated sexual appetites, far beyond her ability to control.
Having made the decision which would effectively delegate authority to her
father, Lisa intently tried to curb her base sexual desires, knowing she'd
be in enough trouble when she returned home as it was.  She hadn't
masturbated at all for the last two weeks, which made her agitated,
although, several mornings she found herself waking up with fingers wedged
into her pussy slit.  Today was just the same as the bedside alarm
interrupted a very obscene fantasy before she climaxed, yearning for sexual
release deep inside her loins.  Pulling her hands away, Lisa cursed her own
promiscuity, kicking off the comfy bed covers to fully expose the naked
state in which she slept.  Reaching over on her bedside cabinet, the
teacher picked up a wooden hairbrush, watching her nude reflection in the
wardrobe mirror at the bottom of her bed.  Spreading her feet apart, the
woman could clearly see right up her crotch, the fleshy outer labia pouting
a soft groove beneath her neatly trimmed pubic bush.  Raising the brush
upwards, she whipped it down hard onto her prominent mound, flinching from
the deep pain, but delivering another five powerful strokes.  Then she
reached further forward, and that flat wooden surface slapped against her
soft sex petals with a wet smack, causing even deeper agony to crash
through those tender female genitals.  Burning over much of her vulva
helped concentrate Lisa's mind on self-control, cooling the fiery heat of
passion inside herself into a simmering cauldron of unsatiated desire. 
Dragging both legs out of bed, she preened before her mirror, reviewing the
evidence of chastisement tattooed across the scarlet pubis between her
thighs.  Almost, but not quite giving in, the teacher was going to grasp
her sore quim with soothing hands, but instead she wrapped a downy towel
around her undraped figure to persuade herself to take a morning shower. 
Hanging up her towel, Lisa stepped into a shower cubicle, turning the water
down to quite cool, then reached over to draw the sweet flowered curtains
which would preserve her modesty should someone else enter the washroom. 
Unfortunately, the domestic staff wanted an early start to their holidays,
and they'd removed all of these curtains yesterday for cleaning.  The
teacher hurriedly rubbed the soapy flannel across her exposed figure,
trying to finish quickly before the other staff members woke up.  Suddenly,
the art teacher Francoise Bonarius walked into the shower room, giving an
amiable greeting to her colleague, but letting her gaze linger over those
damply exposed charms.  After washing hands and face in the basin, the art
teacher pulled off her nightie, and stood naked while she soaped her
breasts, then turned to face Lisa as she rubbed gently across the mound of
her pubis.  Openly stroking two fingers along her central groove, Francoise
spread her firm thighs apart as she leaned against the basin, fingering
right inside her vagina while chatting calmly to Lisa.  Despite averting
her gaze several times, the PE teacher couldn't help watching this lustful
woman frigging herself indecently, in full view of her colleague, without
shame.

   Still stroking her soap filled pussy, the art teacher came across to
Lisa's cubicle and offered to wash her back, ignoring the weak protests as
she stepped in beside her, and pushing the PE teacher further inside. 
Francoise gasped as she strode under the torrent of cold water, asking Lisa
if she enjoyed suffering early morning freezing showers like this, or was
she trying to cool down, after a sexy dream perhaps.  Blushing bright pink,
Lisa Mansfield turned away from the piercing gaze of Miss Bonarius, before
she realised how close to the truth she actually was.  Switching the water
much more towards body heat, the art teacher started soaping the broad back
presented to her gaze, stroking the satin smooth skin as she admitted to
frequent erotic dreams herself.  Lisa shuddered warmly as her passions
mounted again, a reaction that wasn't lost on her bathing partner who
advised her, quite strongly, to rest her arms on the wall, leaning forward.
Pleased at her colleague's definite response to that veiled order,
Francoise touched her inner thigh, then whispered in her ear to spread her
legs.  Quickly Lisa's feet touched the sides of the shower cubicle,
reluctant submissiveness instantly overpowering any moral objection that
might rise in her troubled mind.  Trailing a soapy hand across this woman's
buttocks towards the invitingly damp crevice below, Francoise complimented
her friend for being so helpful, working her fingers over the hot flesh of
her groin.  Gripping Lisa's erect clitoris button between the strong
fingers of one hand, while her other hand slid forward and cupped the
helpless teacher's firm breast, Miss Bonarius very gently squeezed this
captive flesh.  Saying she didn't like to put conditions on intimate
relationships with colleagues, she usually enjoyed complete freedom with
her partner's body.  Lisa whimpered as the pressure built up on her most
sensitive female places when Francoise squeezed really hard, demanding she
agree to accept any form of control Miss Bonarius deemed suitable.  Miss
Mansfield had to concede these ominous conditions, or else suffer some
terrible damage to her tender figure.  Gasping with relief when the immense
pressure on both her bosom, and her clit was eased off, Lisa soon started
gasping with erotic passion.  Francoise was massaging deep along her soapy
pussy slit, lovingly squeezing her aching breast, and pressing a stiff
thumb against her tight anus.  Raging orgasm quickly engulfed the abused
woman, athletic legs turning to jelly as she gradually sank to the floor,
only the fingers wedged into her vagina keeping her haunches raised. 
Straddling her plaything, Francoise picked up the damp flannel and whipped
that soggy cloth between the spread buttocks, lashing her pouting rosebud
bum hole and her gaping love mouth.  When Lisa regained her composure, more
humiliation was in store for her, as Francoise minutely directed the
towelling dry of her damp skin.  Brisk rubbing of her nipples, and her
pussy was insisted upon, with explicit posing to disclose every inch of her
powerful physique.  After brushing her teeth for several minutes, Lisa had
to lean back with her labia spread open while Francoise slipped the
toothbrush handle up into her vagina.  Having explained that she'd arranged
to spend this weekend at her parent's house, Lisa was informed that she
would have to register with Miss Bonarius when she returned.  Answering the
woman's quite puzzled expression, Francoise explained that she very much
wanted Lisa to model for a special project she was doing.  Usual contract
conditions would be replaced by special requirements in this very peculiar
situation, basically having Lisa behave as she was told.  Taking the
teacher's towel from her, Miss Bonarius sent her back to her bedroom,
making her walk along the corridor totally naked.  Regaining the privacy of
her bedroom Miss Mansfield threw herself across the wide bed, sobbing at
this terrible dilemma she'd ended up in.  She had always avoided
friendships with other members from the staff room especially those like
Francoise Bonarius, rumored to be a lesbian.  What she specially feared
were the artistic folk who had poor moral standards, that she could easily
be influenced into unfavourable situations with.  Exactly the scenario she
faced at this moment, or rather when she returned to school after these
holidays and had to deal with the art teacher's attentions.  Quiet
breathing calmed her ragged nerves, deciding to put this off till it
couldn't be avoided later on.  Rolling over Lisa raised herself up to a
sitting position, wincing at the stabbing pain deep in her tummy when the
toothbrush inserted into her vagina jammed against the neck of her cervix.
Resolving to leave it in place to punish herself for allowing this to
happen, Lisa spread both knees apart to get a clear view of the protruding
three inches of the handle.  Rocking around slightly, Miss Mansfield winced
as this increasing pressure on the toothbrush forced her cervix to admit
the knobbly end of the shaft through the narrow restricted mouth of her
womb.  Tears rolled down her cheeks as she tortured her own reproductive
equipment unmercifully, working as much of that slender implement inside
herself as she could manage.  Finally her vulva was pressed against the
bed, with the bristles of the toothbrush stuck in her vaginal entrance. 
Pushing this last protruding section with solid jabs of her fingertip, Lisa
forced in another inch of the plastic handle, penetrating right into her
tender womb.  Suffering intense stomach cramps, the teacher carried on
getting ready for her long vacation at home, powdering her soft freshly
bathed skin, putting makeup on her face, and brushing her hair.  Still
completely naked as she walked around her bedroom, something she did fairly
often, Lisa selected her travelling clothes, laying them out on a chaise to
prevent any creasing.  Picking up her favourite French perfume, Lisa
sprayed all the usual female pulse spots which would ensure suitable
evaporation, then attended to a couple of other special areas of her
figure. Ever since puberty, when her periods started coming, Lisa had been
allowed to apply makeup under her mother's close supervision, and one of
the more unusual techniques she had learned was in utilizing perfume. 
Stella Mansfield told her young daughter that the effectiveness of a
fragrance was increased when it was liberally applied beneath a woman's
breasts.  Gripping each nipple firmly, Stella had lifted the girl's budding
tittie higher on her chest, stretching the solid flesh painfully.  Although
this didn't allow any better access to her adolescent skin, Lisa still had
to complete a similar routine whenever she perfumed herself.  Watching in
her mirror, Lisa gripped her erect teats really hard, actually squashing
the flesh, then dragged them upwards till they were pear shaped before
spraying her perfume on their undersides.  Completing the intricate
preparations her mother always insisted were necessary, Lisa sat on her
bed, facing the large mirror, her legs parted widely to disclose all her
intimate feminine charms.  Taking the crystal bottle, her mother had
sprayed the soft fleshy mound of her pubis, which Lisa now copied, then
along the creases of her groin, and on her upper thighs.  Stella Mansfield
explained quite often to her daughter that a lady's natural juices produced
rather a strong odour that had to be masked with copious perfume.  Spraying
the scent directly onto the girl's outer labia to start, then spreading
those petals wide open, Stella perfumed the tender pink flesh of Lisa's
pussy groove, from her clitoris to her anus.

   Miss Mansfield repeated that procedure on her more mature private places
now, while she watched her pink pussy flesh cringe as vast amounts of
astringent liquid washed over those sensitive tissues.  Perfume always
burned furiously on a girl's quim, and the massive amounts she'd been
trained to apply here invariably trickled into her vaginal entrance, helped
immensely by the reclining position involved in the process.  Lisa gasped
strongly at the brutal sting raging through her sensitive loins, knowing
from experience that it would last for many hours.  Despite the torment
she'd inflicted on her womanly attractions, the teacher stood, leaned right
over, presenting her broad, shapely bottom to the mirror, then perfumed
along the exposed crease.  Repeatedly spraying the disclosed areas until
they were thoroughly wet, Miss Mansfield at last completed her ablutions.
Walking across to her dressing table was difficult when she tried not to
clench her muscles, as her mother had often made her practice, teaching how
ladies should always be seen calm in their appearance.  Putting the perfume
bottle away neatly, Lisa cursed herself for choosing exotic fragrances that
inevitably all contained a potent astringent when she used them.  The
thought now crossed her mind to sample attractive perfumes next time she
went out shopping, imagining herself inside the changing cubicles with
somebody helping her choose.  Probably she would have her clothing removed
piece by piece, she'd be made to present those sensitive areas of her body
indecently to the assistant while she, or maybe even a male attendant,
sprayed various perfumes between her legs.  Fantasies like this only served
to arouse erotic passions though, so Lisa forced herself to concentrate on
present requirements and continue getting dressed.  She put a little note
to pursue details of this matter later onto her dressing table mirror. 
Putting more urgent matters first Lisa slipped on her suspender belt,
clipping it onto the last sturdy catch so that it cut in across her tummy.
Sometimes she liked loose, delicate lingerie, but today required a degree
of discomfort, her nipped in waist twinging nicely, she pulled up silky
black stockings.  Having chosen shorter stockings to put on with already
skimpy suspenders, Lisa felt the material straining as it sank deeply into
her supple flesh.  Reviewing this effect in the mirror she was pleased with
the fascinating display of long white thighs above her taught stocking
tops, though she'd have to be very careful while sitting down.  Slipping a
white lace camisole over her head, Miss Mansfield adjusted the wide
delicate flowers to cover the points of her breasts demurely.  Knowing that
it could easily be moved to expose erect nipples through the open lacework
suddenly made those teats swell up, showing darkly under the pale material.
French Knickers of black lace were the chosen companion for the camisole,
providing a stark colour contrast for the upper half of Lisa's outfit.  The
final element of the costume was a red jersey dress, fastened at the front
with gilded buttons which showed just the fancy edge of her camisole in the
neckline.  The bottom button was high enough to display the dark band
around her stocking tops if the front gaped open, while sitting down had to
be done very graciously to avoid showing extensive bare thigh.  All these
considerations made Lisa greatly aware of her clothing, so picking up her
suitcase, and throwing a coat over one shoulder she left for the station,
taking exceptional care with her proper deportment.  Purchasing her ticket
at the booking office, Lisa now sat in the waiting room while her train
arrived, which would take nearly an hour.  There was already someone
waiting, a good-looking gentleman who nodded amiably, then returned to
reading his paper.  Miss Mansfield was most uncomfortable sitting on that
hard bench, not only from the seat, but also the smarting perfume deep
inside her cunny was irritating like fury.  Resisting the urge to wriggle
grew harder with every passing minute, and those slight movements she did
contrive always pulled her hemline further up her thighs.  Constantly
straightening her clothes attracted unseemly attention to herself causing
the nice gentleman to glimpse in her direction whenever she moved. 
Shamefully blushing at his concern, Lisa made quiet apologies when he asked
if she might want to use the Ladies toilet, assuring him everything was
fine apart from the benches.  Finally her train pulled in to the station,
so Miss Mansfield bid her companion goodbye, going off to find herself a
quiet carriage near the back, where she could settle down for this long
journey.  Reaching up to store her valise on the luggage rack, Lisa glanced
at her reflection in the window, noticing her dress riding higher until
even her panties were visible.  A passing figure then caught her attention,
but she wasn't quick enough to make out who it was walking past, though she
was sure this person would have seen her immodest display of legs and
underwear.  Settling down in her seat for the journey, Miss Mansfield felt
surprised when her companion out of the waiting room walked into the train
compartment, asking if he could share her carriage.  Courtesy required a
lady to agree with a gentleman's request, and Lisa's background made it
arduous for her to challenge male authority, so she was forced to concede
his petition.  Little was said between them other than small talk,
pleasantries normally exchanged by strangers, though he'd managed to
discover Miss Mansfield was a single teacher at a local girl's school,
without her being any wiser about his affairs.  During the journey, the
swaying of the train relaxed Lisa's tensions, making her drowse a little,
whereat this man offered to close the blinds for some slight privacy. 
Despite the woman's startled objections, corridor blinds were drawn, but
the outside ones were left to let in the light, making the compartment seem
very isolated.  Quelling her fears, Miss Mansfield settled down again, and
was soon drowsy from the gentle movement, quickly falling deeply asleep. 
Dreaming passionately of the most obscene circumstances, Lisa muttered the
quiet disapproval her conscience demanded, unaware how her travel companion
was paying close attention.  Relaxing quietly in slumber caused Lisa's
dress to ride up her thighs, freely disclosing dark stocking tops, which
were accentuated even more as her knees fell open to reveal the white flesh
higher up.  Shameless thoughts took control of this sleeping woman as one
hand cupped her breast, and the other one stroked her warm thigh, above the
stockings, slowly delving under the lacy edge of her loose French Knickers.
Showing the crotch of her panties to a complete stranger, whilst publicly
frigging her cunny, Miss Mansfield instinctively spread her knees to their
fullest extent when he whispered, "Open your legs wide." Reaching forward
carefully, this man flicked the top dress button undone, showing more of
her charming lace camisole, and the swell of sweet female breasts. 
Squirming round as potent sexual fervour raced through her blood, Lisa
pushed over her handbag on the seat beside her, spilling its contents. 
Noticing a train ticket laying there with this woman's ID, and credit
cards, the man picked them all up and put them in his pocket.  Nearing her
orgasm, Lisa began panting and moaning, actually sliding her fingers deep
inside her soggy, pulsing vagina, and pinching her erect nipples
powerfully. Twisting in her seat under the crashing waves of a sexual
climax, Lisa pushed over her handbag onto the floor with a mighty crash. 
Startled awake by this noise, Miss Mansfield jumped upright, only to find
both hands tangled up in her underwear, one clutching her breast, while the
other was jammed inside her palpitating cunny.  Realising that she was
being watched by her travelling companion, Lisa struggled harder to
straighten herself into some respectable condition, but was totally unable
to escape her silky restraints.  Sternly, the man told her to be still,
calling her a filthy slut, and pushing her knees further apart with his
umbrella.  Taking out a small penknife, he slipped the blade under Lisa's
silky knicker leg where it gripped her thigh, then slid it up toward her
waist.  Cutting those dainty French knickers released the pressure around
one hand, but she was ordered to leave it in place while the cold steel
blade split the opposite seam, and the gentleman folded the front of her
panties down.  Nothing hindered his view of her cunny as he eased her labia
apart to confirm the solid insertion of two fingers into the wet sheath of
her vagina.  Miss Mansfield cowered under this man's sharp tirade of
deserved abuse, directed towards an obviously promiscuous young trollop who
masturbated in public.  Kicking her handbag across the floor, he ordered
her to stand up, holding onto the rack above his head so that her
dishevelled body was quite close to him.  Hanging below the hemline of
Lisa's dress were her tattered panties, which the man pulled free, then
tossed on the seat, leaving her with a distinctly exposed feeling below. 
Worse was to come, as this stranger bafflingly asked to see more of what
she had to offer, which was a pointless question because there was no way
Lisa could object, also he was undoing the dress buttons anyway.  The two
halves of her red jersey dress gaped open to display her remaining
underwear, and her uncovered pubis which the man stroked lovingly as he
instructed Lisa to put on a proper masturbation show.  She returned to the
seat opposite him, spread her legs wide apart so nothing was hidden, then
took the umbrella which he passed over.  Under the watchful gaze of a total
stranger whom she'd only met hours ago, Miss Mansfield obediently slid the
carved wooden handle of the umbrella into her damp vagina.  Easing the
shaft right inside herself, the teacher worked it up and down with gentle,
full strokes, exciting her smouldering passion while the gentleman
extracted his penis and kept time with her strokes.  After a while, the man
came over to her, insisting she replace the false wooden shaft with his
warm fleshy prick, sighing as he slid into her soggy grotto.  Disregarding
the feelings of this teacher, the gentleman just hammered into her pinioned
figure, taking full pleasure for himself till he climaxed, then pulling
back to spurt semen across her bare tummy.  Wiping the last dribbles over
Lisa's gaping ravaged vulva, he made her stay spread out like that while he
straightened himself up, and resumed his seat, then forced her to say she
had enjoyed the experience.  During the next half hour, Lisa was kept in
that disgracefully immodest position whilst this man recounted various
punishments that should be inflicted on any woman who behaved as she'd
done. Occasionally he'd use his brolly to poke her exposed vulva with the
sharp point, stabbing her soft fleshy labia, or still erect clitoris, and
sometimes sliding that dangerous spiked shaft right into her vaginal
passage.  Eventually this sadistic abuse came to an end, and Lisa was
allowed to cover herself demurely with her dress, though she hadn't been
permitted to clean her soiled figure.  Cowering nervously under this
vicious man's gaze, the powerless woman answered his disgustingly private
inquiries into her personal routines.  Sometimes she'd be ordered to stand
up and flaunt her private female places in front of him.  She was stood
there with her skirt raised up when the door opened for the guard coming
round to inspect tickets, so she quickly sat down before he'd seen
anything. The gentleman presented a ticket to be punched, engaging the
attendant in conversation about their journey's progress, while Lisa
searched through her messy handbag which had just been picked up off the
floor earlier.  All the many items of personal paraphernalia that most
women carry got stuffed back into her bag when they'd spilled out.  When
the guard queried whether she'd actually bought a travel ticket before
boarding, the gentleman suggested it was merely lost, telling her firmly to
tip the handbag out onto the seat.  Miss Mansfield didn't really enjoy
doing that since her tattered panties fell out as well, instantly drawing
the guard's attention, whereupon he picked up the garment and examined it
minutely.  Eventually Lisa admitted she could have lost it earlier, but
when the guard outlined how the consequences of cheating the railways were
very serious, she'd pleaded for him to show some benevolence towards her.
Several passengers had gone past the compartment during this dilemma, so
the gentleman calmly suggested they adjourn to the guard's private quarters
to proceed with the matter.  Miss Mansfield walked dejectedly between the
two men as if she were some criminal, heading toward the rear section of
the train, dreading what treachery these two would soon impose freely on
her defenceless character.  Locking the door behind them so they weren't
disturbed, the attendant asked for an explanation from Lisa, who just burst
into tears.  Fortunately, her travelling companion offered to sort things
out, but the woman's misery only increased as she heard him relate her
dreadful masturbation scene whilst asleep, then malign her character even
further.  He claimed the young lady had propositioned him when she awoke,
freely offer fellatio to get him warmed up, then rubbed her genitals along
his private parts.  Naturally he'd accepted her generous proposal, but when
he'd climaxed, she had demanded payment, saying she was just desperate to
get home to her parent's house.  Emptying her handbag on a packing case,
the guard confirmed that she had no money with her to pay for another
ticket, but her ID would allow them to let the transport police handle
matters.  Lisa's face showed dejection as they suggested contacting her
father to vouch for her, knowing what he'd do to her when she finally got
home.  Sorrowfully asking for some other alternative, Miss Mansfield
reluctantly acquiesced to their suggestions that corporal punishment was
warranted here.  Adding insult to injury, they made her write out an
agreement for accepting anything they chose to inflict on her, including
candid details of the incidents that led to this situation.  Fetching two
ropes from his office, the guard and his confederate secured both wrists to
an overhead rail, then tied her ankles to widely spaced floor bolts. 
Unfastening her dress, they pushed it along her arms to her tethered
wrists, fully exposing charming underwear, offset by an indelicate lack of
panties.  Recommending they correct this, the guard lifted Lisa's camisole
right up, pushing it towards her bound hands, leaving her virtually naked,
barring black stockings and an exquisitely tight suspender belt. 
Unfastening a nice thick strap from the wall rack, Lisa's travelling
companion recommended they administer some chastisement first, and
entertain themselves with their young lady friend afterward.  Giving their
sorry captive a severe beating of twelve lashes each across her bottom, the
two persecutors took turns to embed their solid erections deep inside her
vulnerable pussy.  Each stroke across her bare rear end caused matching
spasms through Lisa's tight cunny to squeeze their cock.  While they raped
her unprotected body, both men twisted her silky titties viciously, and
chewed on her solid brown teats, thrusting their prick hard against her
tender cervix until they'd spunked.  Admiring their plaything's ravished
body, the men fondled her wet quim, dripping with hot sperm, so the guard
picked up her panties from the emptied handbag, mopping up the wetness. 
Laughing loudly at this woman's squalid condition, they even pushed those
elegant French Knickers into her soaking slit.  In the end, after pushing,
and poking, they forced all that lacy material inside her vagina till she
was completely stuffed, and just a few frilly edges hung outside her puffy
labia.  Releasing her wrists and ankles from all the restraints, the two
men calmly ordered Lisa to straighten her clothing, then sit quietly on a
packing case until she'd reached her destination.  Sniffling into her
handkerchief, Lisa now calmed down a little, dreading what her father would
say when he learned of this incident, knowing she'd doubtless be punished
some more.  Arriving at her station, Miss Mansfield climbed from the
guard's compartment with a warning never to try riding without her ticket
again, or she would receive further correction.  There were scores of taxis
waiting outside the railway station, and she'd intended taking one to her
parent's house but since she'd no cash, walking was the only alternative
left.  Fortunately, her frequent physical training routines meant she kept
fit enough to carry her suitcase over that distance.  However, those frilly
panties stuffed tightly inside her cunny made walking very uncomfortable,
and Lisa hadn't thought to visit the ladies toilets, where she could remove
them.  When she arrived home, her parents both welcomed her warmly, even
more so than usual because she'd not been home for quite a while, having
spent her holiday time travelling abroad during her recent independent
spree.  Tony Mansfield answered the door, grabbing his daughter and hugging
her tightly, then kissing Lisa softly on the mouth, putting quite a degree
of warmth into the embrace.  Handing Lisa over to her mother, while he
closed the front door, Tony now watched the two women embrace with even
more passion, as they had been taught to do in private.  French kissing her
young daughter, Stella Mansfield slid her agile tongue into the girl's wet
mouth, enjoying this youngster's own powerfully wriggling tongue forcing a
passage through her lips.  Despite her months away, Lisa reacted
instinctively to this lascivious lesbian embrace which her father had
always insisted on.  Fire raced through her blood as both firm titties were
gently fondled, then her own mother squeezed her hot pubic mound strongly.
Tony invited his little step daughter into the lounge, telling her to sit
while mother made them all coffee, asking how she'd been getting on with
her teaching job, the usual conversation of long parted relatives.  Lisa
chatted easily during the time her Mom was making coffee, carefully evading
any mention of the difficulties that had brought her here in the first
place.  When her mother had returned, Tony broached the subject that some
aspects of Lisa's manner were rather evasive, which didn't follow her
normal pattern of behaviour.  Facing his daughter, this strict
disciplinarian asked her directly if she'd been behaving properly while she
was away, using the stern tone she had known as a young child for many
years.  Breaking down into pathetic sobs, the woman admitted that she was
in something of a quandary over her regular lack of self control.  Nothing
important had happened, she assured her parents, though she'd got into some
problem on the train down here, but that was settled now.  Quietly, with
head bowed Lisa now asked for her father's help to straighten out her
personal life.

   A warm smile crossed Tony Mansfield's face as he ordered his wife to
prepare their daughter for "an accounting", watching the woman assist this
young teacher onto her feet, then unbutton her dress.  Satisfied that her
previously rebellious streak had been juvenile yearnings fighting inside an
adolescent mind, he'd looked forward to his step daughter's reinstatement
under his dominion.  Admiring openly the way her figure had filled out
during the recent years, Tony censured the way her pubis had become untidy,
reminding Lisa that only a husband could sanction female body hair.  In
addition, she was asked to explain her immodest lack of underwear, followed
by a complete inventory of all major faults.  Lisa disclosed every detail
of the incident on the train, including her punishment and subsequent rape
by the two men, relating how they'd stuffed fancy knickers inside her
cunny. Tony ordered her to balance on one leg for an intimate inspection,
something she'd learned during ballet lessons as a child.  Standing on her
right foot, Lisa elevated her left leg gracefully out to the side, raising
it remarkably higher until it was absolutely vertical, ankle pressed
against her face.  Maintaining her balance was no greater problem than
achieving the perpendicular splits because of her suppleness, but the
indignity of displaying her private parts to her father had not diminished.
Lisa Mansfield was 23 years old, a young woman by most standards, but she
had now assumed a childish posture so vivid in her memory from earlier
years, while her dad examined the soft flesh between her spread thighs. 
There was no way to hide anything from probing eyes and fingers as he eased
her succulent labia apart to examine that frilly lace protruding from her
vagina.  Sharp nails stripped back her clitoral hood to expose the erect
shaft, while he tugged at the neatly trimmed pubic hair, scolding his
daughter for every infraction of his stringent household standards.  Taking
firm hold of the protruding French Knickers, Tony Mansfield pulled the damp
material out of the tightly packed cavern, watching that delicate young
vulva quiver as it was almost turned inside out.  Commanding the girl to
stand straight, Tony asked his wife to lift up Lisa's lace trimmed
camisole, exposing her bosom to them, then entirely remove the garment. 
The youngster's nipples were of course highly stimulated from the
manhandling her father had just subjected her to during this inspection,
and they both stuck out hard and dark.  Twisting these little nubbins with
his fingers, Tony asked whether she was cold or excited, knowing she wasn't
allowed to answer him either way, then told Stella to fetch the pin box. 
Lisa hated the procedure she was about to endure, having been subjected to
stern measures like this very often during her adolescence.  Her father
maintained that a female's nipples became firm when they got cold enough,
but expanded much more when she was sexually excited, and he'd worked out
this method to test which condition they were in.  Stella handed her
husband the ornate silver box he had requested, watching him remove a one
inch long gold pin, with a jewelled top sparkling in the light.  She could
feel her damp pussy twitch with excitement as he pressed the sharp point
onto Lisa's hard nipple, hearing her gasp in pain when it penetrated the
solid flesh, then slowly sink deeper into her breast.  Panting as each
delicate teat became pierced completely with a gold pin, Lisa Mansfield
watched her father mutilate her tender bosom once again.  Undeniably these
tests showed both nipples to be solid columns of flesh, but she'd tried
this on herself at school, and only if her teats were soft would they
depress under the pin.  Tony declared that his daughter was sexually
excited about something, which warranted punishment.  Leaving the jewelled
pins embedded firmly in his daughter's solid brown teats, Tony Mansfield
made her kneel, the light glinted off her decorated bosom when it wobbled
slightly while she positioned strong thighs astride a bronze statue of a
horse.  It was actually a unicorn, and Lisa hooked the apex of her sex slit
over its horn while lowering her luxuriant vulva against the sharp metal
points making up its flowing mane.  The equine representation had eagles
perched on its back, and Lisa shivered when she recalled that her father
had often made both Mom and herself take turns riding this beastly object.
Right now it was her turn to feel the carved head slide into her wet vagina
at the front, while its partner slipped through the resisting ring of her
anus.  Behind bare bottom cheeks stood well up was the horse's burden, two
bundles of sticks, with their sharp ends sticking painfully into the girl's
tender flesh.  It was a most uncomfortable position to be in, but Lisa
remained where she was as her father next discussed what needed to be done
with her, in order to improve her distasteful behaviour.  Probably the
ideal solution would be to obtain some medical advice as Lisa herself
suggested, along with chastisement for her previous wrong conduct, which he
would gladly administer.  Fetching a slipper out from the sideboard, Tony
began to smack his daughter's bare rear, viciously hitting the firm cheeks
protruding above the statue.  Meanwhile, Stella was on the telephone,
making an appointment for Lisa at their doctor's surgery this afternoon. 
Reluctantly, Tony reduced his daughter's punishment because of visiting the
doctor, but promised to recommence tonight, after tea.  Meanwhile, he just
smacked her several times across her tummy, right along her pubic mound
where the flesh creased into a line, leaving a tender bush.  Visiting their
local surgery, these two troubled parents escorted the young girl into the
waiting room, then before long into their doctor's roomy office.  Dr Brian
Weston greeted the adults warmly, inviting them to sit, while he curtly
told the girl to stand near her parents chairs, treating Lisa in this
childish manner because of her outfit.  Since she'd sought to come back
under his control, Tony insisted she dress as his child, in schoolgirl
clothing that was still kept upstairs in her wardrobe.  The young woman now
kept obediently mute as these adults discussed her situation, standing
there in navy gymslip and white blouse, black shoes, white socks, and her
hair tied up in bunches.  Her father explained the present situation in
great detail, particularly Lisa's really promiscuous activity when away
from home, making her blush while the intimate secrets of her private life
were revealed.  Agreeing that a direct method of control was probably
needed in this dismal girl's case, Dr Weston called in his nurse to assist
in a preliminary physical examination, asking Mr and Mrs Mansfield to
remain seated.  Calmly turning to the nurse, Dr Weston invited her to
remove this girl's school clothes, all of them watching intently when
Lisa's gymslip was unfastened, taken from her, and laid over a chair.  The
white blouse came away next to reveal navy blue cotton school knickers, and
a thin white vest, clinging to Lisa's firm titties, her erect nipples
sticking right out like stalks.  Taking out a stethoscope, the doctor slid
his hand beneath Lisa's cotton vest to listen to her chest, then asked the
nurse to raise the back of the garment so he could check her back. 
Stripping the vest completely off his patient, Dr Weston now squeezed the
displayed breasts, pulled the dark brown nipples right out, then twisted
them round.  Lisa could sense her pussy getting wetter as this stranger
fondled her body, despite his honourable professional status as a family
physician.  Watching as the nurse pulled down the young girl's navy
knickers, the doctor slid his hand between her moist thighs, delving strong
fingers into her vulva.  Making her step out of her blue underwear
entirely, so that she now only wore her three quarter white socks, Brian
Weston asked the youngster to place one foot onto his desk.  This position
spread her crotch fully open to everyone's scrutiny with nothing hidden
from view as the doctor pulled her outer lips apart to reveal even the pink
inner flesh of Lisa's vulva.  Asking the girl to bend slightly forward,
thereby exposing her wide slit to her parents, Doctor Weston slipped two
fingers inside her damp vagina, pushing them right up to her cervix. 
Pressing hard on her tummy to push the youngster's womb backward, he
performed a quick internal exam, noting her slightly inflamed cervical
opening, but saying nothing about it at the moment.  Getting his nurse to
prise Lisa's buttocks apart, the doctor greased his stiff fingers, then
shoved them, one after another, into her bottom, frigging the hot little
anal ring with practised ease.  Washing his hands Dr Weston said he needed
Lisa's pubic hair shaving off, since it got in the way of proper medical
treatment, and Tony agreed with him, saying she should never have let grow
like that at all.  Miss Mansfield climbed onto the cold leather examination
couch, laying back with her feet resting in stirrups, her entire genitals
on public view, just like her students had done a few weeks earlier.  Now
it's her turn to be shorn like a childish miscreant, losing that principal
emblem of womanhood, her pubic hair.  It didn't take long for warm soapy
water, and a razor, to reduce this grown woman to infantile status once
more, leaving her prominent mound as bald as a baby.  Aftershave was
generously applied to the hairless flesh, stinging like a raging fire, then
the doctor had her parade round the room for them to admire her clean,
smooth lines.  Getting back to major concerns over this young child's
health, Dr Weston wanted a large urine sample for analysis, so handing the
nurse a glass container to use, he told her to escort Lisa to the toilet.
Opening a door, Nurse Wendy guided her patient through it, pushing her
ahead down a short corridor that ended in the waiting room.  Several
patients were sitting in there, and Lisa Mansfield cringed as they watched
her walk right across the room, still naked except for long white virgin
socks, and a bright pink cunny totally devoid of any hair.  There was
someone using the toilet, so Nurse Wendy made her stand facing into the
room, in full view of everyone, while she related instructions for
providing this sample.  Eventually a youngish man came out of the toilet,
apologising for the delay, whilst viewing Lisa's undraped form with great
interest, then squeezing between the two ladies, managing to stroke his
hand across the soft, bald surface of Lisa's cunny.  Nurse Wendy ushered
her patient into the toilet while she stayed outside, keeping the door wide
open, then directing her to wash her vulva thoroughly, making her do it
till she was satisfied.  Explicit instructions were then supplied while
Lisa squatted down, spread her labia widely apart, urinated under the
nurse's strict control, then finished off in the toilet bowl.  Everyone in
the waiting room could hear Lisa being taken into the toilet just like a
child, which was reinforced by her appearance, then she had to stand facing
the entire room while the nurse just mopped up where she'd splashed onto
the floor.  This was a totally shameful experience for this young teacher,
made even worse while she stood waiting, since most of the patients were
virile males.  The only female apart from the receptionist was with her
husband, who encouraged the woman to reach forward and stroke Lisa's quim.

   Taking her young patient back into the doctor's office, the nurse handed
over the enormous container of warm amber fluid from which Brian Weston
drew four small sample bottles, fixing labels on the outside for testing
purposes.  Concluding the discussions they had been having while the young
schoolgirl was outside, Dr Weston now agreed to undertake behavioural
control strategies with Lisa.  Despite Tony Mansfield's inaccurate
information, it wasn't really necessary to sew his daughter's pussy closed
until she'd married, thereby preventing any sexual activity.  True enough,
a young girl was equipped with the apparatus required for procreative
activity at an age when she couldn't supervise it properly.  This appendage
caused extensive physical reactions in a youngster's body, though some
young ladies were able to handle matters properly.  However, since this
appeared to be totally beyond young Lisa's capability, they would attempt a
significant reduction in the erogenous zones causing these problems. 
Handing over the various consent records for Mr Mansfield to sign, he asked
Nurse Wendy to ensure Lisa was booked in next weekend for this operation.
Filing the papers away very safely, Dr Weston asked Mr and Mrs Mansfield to
wait outside while they finished off a few things with their daughter. 
Handing young Lisa the beaker holding the remainder of her urine sample,
Nurse Wendy instructed her to drink it, watching the grimace when she was
forced to swallow her own waste piss.  Telling her to hold onto the last
mouthful the nurse gave her a french kiss, draining the sharp maiden's
water into her own mouth, then passing it back to her little victim.  While
the two ladies swapped wet kisses the doctor prepared an instrument tray of
peculiar equipment, placing it beside the examination couch.  Interrupting
their fervent grip, Dr Weston ordered Lisa onto the cold table once more,
getting his nurse to adjust the stirrups up to their maximum spread. 
Strapping Lisa's wrists and elbows to the table as well, the doctor showed
her a circular metal clamp, which he proceeded to place round one breast,
squeezing the handles to tighten its grip.  Each click put more pressure on
the girl's supple globe, inflating it like a big balloon.  When he released
the device, its weight dragged her boob sideways, pulling it towards the
floor, then he attached a second gadget to her other tittie, squeezing, and
forcing that sideways, dragging each breast in opposite directions.  Brian
Weston flicked his patient's distended nipple indifferently, as he promised
more of these clever little contraptions would be used on her when she
visited the surgery at the weekend.  Time was rather limited just now
though, but he did want to inspect her uterus in more detail, having
noticed a problem during her internal exam.  Picking up one of the gleaming
stainless steel instruments, the doctor explained quietly to Miss Mansfield
that he'd devised this unique speculum for special female patients he
sometimes treated.  It was designed specifically to dilate every portion of
a lady's internal anatomy to its fullest possible extent, which could prove
quite painful.  When closed, it was merely a phallic shape mounted on a
large box covered in control knobs, and the doctor gently inserted the wide
shaft into Lisa's vagina.  Turning the varied dials in succession, Dr
Weston expanded the patient's slim vaginal passage first, then spread her
outer labia apart with side sections that gripped each petal with serrated
clamps.  Deep inside her tummy, Lisa Mansfield could feel that metal object
moving around as the doctor operated the controls, gasping when it
penetrated her closed cervix.  Sharp pains stabbed through her belly as
vicious metal jaws forced open the neck of her womb, exposing its secrets
to the doctor's sight.  Carefully examining Lisa's interior organs, Brian
Weston quizzed the teacher about her personal hygiene, and any masturbation
with foreign objects, making her explain about the toothbrush that she had
jammed deeply into the neck of her womb this morning.  Totally satisfied
with her intimate explanation of events, Brian informed Lisa that when she
returned at the weekend, they would also clean out her womb and the rest of
her delicate reproductive equipment.  Twisting a few more control dials on
his speculum, Dr Weston made his young patient squirm against the
restraints as her soft inner portions were stretched harrowingly out of
shape.  Allowing Lisa's body a few minutes respite after he'd removed the
heartless metal torture device from her straining pussy, Brian then
commanded her to dress in her school uniform again.  When she was neatly
attired once more in those childish clothes, he escorted her back to that
waiting room full of people who'd witnessed her full humiliation.  Standing
beside her parents dressed as a schoolgirl obviously in her twenties, Lisa
blushed profusely when, after confirming their daughter would return on
Friday, the doctor told her not to play with herself any more, or she would
be given a smacked bottom.  Taking their young daughter back home Tony
Mansfield promised her a thorough beating this evening, something that
would linger till next week, since Dr Weston had asked them not to mark
Lisa's skin too much before the operation.  Entering their living room,
Stella asked her daughter to undress, both adults watching as she slowly
stripped off her school uniform till she was totally nude.  Making the girl
bend over, Tony Mansfield whipped his daughter's velvety bottom with a
bamboo cane, laying twelve vicious strokes onto the soft cheeks, then
twelve more across her firm upper thighs.  Sobbing with the pain in her
rear, Lisa was allowed no rest, sore buttocks being pressed against the
coffee table as she positioned herself for the next stage of her father's
punishment.  Stella put the youngster's legs into the correct posture, very
widely spread to encourage access to the tender flesh along those inner
thighs.  Slashing into the succulent upper legs, Tony worked slowly toward
Lisa's groin, finally caning the delicate lips of her damp pussy.  After a
short respite, the man thrashed his daughter's bare tummy with the cruel
bamboo, followed by her jutting pubic mound, every inch of attractive white
skin getting turned bright red.  Changing direction, he started at Lisa's
navel and worked upward, over her ribcage up to her supple breasts,
whipping the exposed titties for many long minutes.  Leaving the young lady
to contemplate her sore flesh as the cane welts burned deeper Tony took his
wife upstairs to satisfy his raging erection.  Stripping down to black
stockings and suspender belt, Stella Mansfield leaned backwards over a well
padded baseboard at the bottom of her bed, stretching her pliable limbs as
Tony strapped her in place.  Penetrating that beautifully presented pussy,
Mr Mansfield slid his prick between the hairless sex lips of his wife's
fully shaven quim, pushing right up to the mouth of her womb.  Picking up a
leather riding crop, Tony flicked the front of Stella's nakedly exposed
figure with leisurely taps, each in time with thrusts of his hips, slicing
across the swollen nipple tips to make her really jump.  When climax
started to surge in this man's balls, more vigour was applied to the whip
strokes, also aiming more cuts to the clean mound of Stella's bald pubis.
Several strokes went astray during this passionate beating, every so often
hitting the man's genital area, but the fervour mounted, driving both
partners to a powerful orgasm.  Stella Mansfield felt heavy weights being
clipped on her labia as Tony went downstairs.  Leaving his wife secured to
their huge bed, her spunk filled quim being stretched with metal pussy
weights, Tony Mansfield returned to his young daughter to continue her
discipline.  Careful probing between those smooth pussy lips revealed a
trickle of thick juice from Lisa's inflamed vagina, just as he'd expected.
Taking Lisa's hand in his, Tony led the young lady down into the cellar,
which he'd recently decorated and fitted out with the special equipment
suited to his personal predilections.  This whole layout was novel to Lisa,
totally changed from the clutter she'd remembered during childhood,
transformed into a warm, cosy accommodation softly lit along one side where
easy chairs resembled a lounge area.  Starkly contrasting this comfort were
various wooden and leather articles of furniture, obviously designed for
inflicting torment.  Medieval stocks placed in front of a padded bar would
present a woman into a delightful bending pose, with adequate access to
those personal parts she might want hidden.  A large wooden X shape
unmistakably sported shackles to secure unwilling victims for severe
whippings to either front or back.  Taking his daughter to a leather
covered examination table, Tony ordered her to lay face up, fitting wrist
and ankle cuffs to fasten her down securely.  The walls had lavish
selections of whips, canes and paddles, as well as restraint and bondage
paraphernalia, including devices Lisa had never imagined.  Feeling quite
carefree now that her father had fastened her down, Lisa relaxed as she
watched him position a metal hoist above each of her naked breasts,
adjusting the grabs to gently squeeze silky flesh.  Tension was applied to
those ropes slowly, as Lisa watched her bosom stretched further away from
her chest, the metal clamps digging harder into her delicate titties.  Soon
her shoulders were lifted clear of the table, and Lisa realised that she'd
been hung up by her tits.  Worse was to come though, when her father
brought across another clamp, attached it around that prominent, hairless
pussy mound, and hauled that fragile piece of female anatomy into the air
as well.  When Lisa's buttocks swung free of the table she was only
attached by her wrists and ankles, while her full weight remained supported
on the most dainty parts of a woman's figure.  Leaving the girl in her
agonizing suspension, Tony Mansfield went back to his lounge for a restful
drink, and to review this latest turn of events.  Despite an immensely
powerful sex drive along the more bizarre avenues, he couldn't abide female
sexuality existing without proper control.  There was no doubt he would
extract great pleasure out of his step daughter's subjection to
indoctrination, but he was determined to eradicate Lisa's disgusting
promiscuity.  Returning to the playroom downstairs, where he'd enjoyed
sessions of stringent bondage with his wife, Tony surveyed his daughter's
severely restrained figure.  Stroking the soft skin along her firm muscular
thighs, Tony explained that for the next four days, Lisa would be
introduced to demanding bondage scenarios to destroy any stubborn arrogance
she might safeguard.  Attaching the hoist ropes onto a wall mounted control
panel, Tony adjusted various settings that would raise and lower the metal
grabs at intervals.  Stroking the silky flesh of Lisa's arched tummy, he
laughed at her initial gasp when the clamp digging into her pubis lifted a
further inch.  Several minutes later her titties were forced to elongate
greatly as even more pressure was randomly applied to her straining body.
The next phase, her father explained, was to link sexual pleasure into this
discipline, therefore he clipped bright metal terminals on Lisa's nipples,
then fastened a tight leather crotch belt onto her waist, with a slim metal
dildo penetrating each damp orifice.  Leaving the young girl harnessed and
suspended, her father warned her to contemplate her lewd, disgusting
behaviour during tonight, hoping she'd learn some propriety from these
experiences.  Between successive, painful stretching of her breasts and
pussy, electric pulses flashed down the wires attached to her nipples and
leather crotch strap.  These pleasant tingles stimulated Lisa's wild urges
for sexual delights, making her juice up inside, but as her inner muscles
squeezed the invading dildo, sudden increases in strength transformed the
electricity into a raging fire.  Orgasm sped along her female nervous
system, shaking her suspended figure violently against those gripping metal
hands that held her stretched aloft.  When her thrashing ceased, and the
automated torture machine left a welcome pause in its devilish occupation,
Lisa could scrutinize her surroundings, admiring the portraits of classic
bondage art.  Some of these examples were familiar from her own collection,
but when she contemplated many of the poses, she recognised the model as
her own mother.  Stella Mansfield was photographed, and painted in bondage
positions copied from famous erotic scenarios, indeed, most of them were
even more relentless than the original exhibit.  Thinking of her Mom being
dominated to such an extreme magnitude, and other people being aware of it,
even producing artistic works like these from her suffering, provided new
focus to Lisa's mind.  Her early memories of childhood always pictured Mom
being ordered about by her father, and other people as well, or else she
sought advice from neighbours concerning problems.  Lisa's upbringing was
commonly brought up in morning coffee conversations, circumstance often
requiring Mom to take her along, since she missed a lot of schooling for
various reasons.  The young teacher could recall one morning in particular,
when she'd woken with a tummy ache, during their coffee break one older
lady suggested having a look at her.  Lisa was pushed forward and her
forehead felt for fever, then one hand pulled her mouth open while the
other roamed around inside, checking her tonsils was the explanation. 
Calmly saying extra hot children shouldn't be overdressed, the woman
removed Lisa's dress first, then her vest, and finally pulled her knickers
right down.  The youngster had to remain still while she was poked and
prodded quite hard, all over, several other ladies coming across to enjoy
mauling this little girl.  Several times she remembered complaints about
their rough handling getting her a smack on her bare bottom while her
little hands were held together, then someone suggested she was
constipated. Quickly, the child was hauled across a broad lap with her
bottom raised, chubby buttocks dragged widely apart, while one of the
ladies passed a butter dish across.  Greasing the wrinkled pink anus of
their poor victim, everyone watched fingers forced through the tight
muscle, one after the other.  Lisa sobbed as her bottom was plundered by
half a dozen grown women, but when Stella Mansfield dared to voice an
objection, they turned on her.  The young child vividly recalled watching
one of their neighbours slap her mother across the face, drag her out from
the chair, and proceed to undress the woman.  Lisa remained pinned over
someone's knees with a finger reaming her bottom, while her Mom was quickly
stripped as naked as her daughter, then subjected to an identical mauling
from dozens of cruel hands.  Stella was also bent over the strategically
placed lap of one of her friends, with her rear end facing Lisa, allowing
the child to witness her mother's indignity while her bottom was thoroughly
fingered.  Following coffee events quite often contained similar episodes,
though her mother seldom declined to attend, exposing them both to repeated
harassment.  When Lisa was nine years old, the police called at school
bearing sad news about her parents being in a serious traffic accident. 
They'd called round at her home, finding Tony there working with the
electrics, him being a good friend of Lisa's real father, and spending a
lot of time at their house.  Agreeing to provide better assistance than
social services would, Tony Mansfield accompanied the police to the child's
school, where they explained her father had been killed, and her mother was
injured.  Terribly upset over this crisis, Lisa insisted on visiting the
hospital, but Tony had managed to restrain her a little, promising the
officers he would care for the young schoolgirl at her own home.  Taking
little Lisa straightaway back to her house, Tony calmed her down, making
warm milky drinks for the child, and explaining that she could see her Mom
just as soon as she was well enough.  Cradling the youngster's supple body
on his lap, Tony cuddled her while she sobbed quietly against his chest,
falling asleep as the soporific milked sedated her little body.  Quick to
discern opportunity when presented with different situations, this man
could envisage taking over supreme control of his late friend's entire
household.  Having known these people for many years, he was familiar with
their various private peculiarities, having courted Stella himself, but
lost out to her childhood love.  Remaining very close friends with the
family gave him special privileges, especially since he'd also known
Stella's husband right from junior school, later on even boozing with them
down the pub.  Easing the sleeping child's figure onto the settee, Tony
decided to put her to bed, unfastening her navy blue gymslip down the
front, and slipping it off.  School tie, white blouse and three quarter
white socks were all removed, leaving the youngster clothed in just her
underwear, white cotton vest, and navy school knickers, Tony Mansfield's
favourites.  Gently he lifted up Lisa's vest, then eased those navy blue
knickers down to her knees, just leaving exposed to his view the central
area of the child's lithe little figure.  Although she was barely nine
years old, Tony could discern the first budding swell beneath those small
titties, with a deeper crimson blush beginning to colour lovely button
nipples.  While the young girl's pubic mound could hardly be distinguished,
her sweet vulva presented full, pouting lips, with a tightly shut groove
right down the centre.  There was enormous potential during the coming
weeks for exploiting this lovely young schoolgirl, and later on, her mother
would also be brought under proper control.  Taking the remainder of this
girl's clothing completely off, Tony carried her sleeping, nude body
upstairs, laying her in the large master bed her parents usually slept in.
When Lisa woke that next morning, she was rather bewildered to be in her
mother's bed with Uncle Tony, especially since she had no clothes on, not
even one of her nighties.  Looking up, the child saw the man's smiling face
pleasantly greeting her with "Good Morning", then realised slowly that her
hand was clasped round a big lump below the man's tummy.  When she released
him, and sat up, startled at her indelicate way of sleeping, Tony sternly
ordered her to continue the massage and squeezed some body lotion into her
little hand.  Lisa stroked with both hands round this man's large erection,
copying what she once watched her mother doing to her dad when they were on
a picnic.  Lisa felt really ashamed when she was instructed to straddle
Tony across those broad thighs, knowing everything was exposed between her
own legs, private places that girls should keep hidden away.  Throbbing
under her delicate touch, Tony Mansfield quickly soared to orgasm, telling
Lisa to press his jetting prick to her tummy.  Telling the gullible child
that male sperm was useful for growing girl's bodies as they developed, he
massaged the thick white gobs of spunk into her titties, and across her
pubic mound.  Taking her downstairs for some breakfast, Tony refused this
girl's requests to dress first, insisting she remain unclothed till later,
adding greatly to her distress by walking round naked himself.  Lisa went
obediently into the kitchen, self-conscious without any covering, being
totally unused to nudity round the house.  While they filled themselves
with a hearty breakfast, Tony explained to Lisa about looking after her
while her Mom was poorly.  He would take command of everything, arranging
visits to the hospital when appropriate, caring for the house, and Lisa,
then sorting things out afterward for the family's well being.  Providing
Lisa was properly obedient towards everything he asked, things would work
out nicely whereas any slightest resistance to his total authority would
earn severe corporal punishment.  The young girl quietly bowed her head,
being very submissive while she agreed to follow Uncle Tony's direction in
everything.  Calling her over, Tony lifted her astride his lap, giving her
a warm cuddle, as he assured this youngster everything would be alright. 
Taking her upstairs to the bathroom, to prepare to visit the hospital Tony
insisted the young girl use the toilet while he supervised, watching her
wee with her thighs held widely apart so he could see every detail.  When
she couldn't perform any bowel movements with an audience, he pulled her
across his thighs while he sat on the toilet, and rubbed liquid soap into
her small pink bumhole.  Pushing his finger right inside that tightly
closed rectum, Tony Mansfield frigged her bottom with more and more soap
until she was desperate to shit.  Mortified over performing bodily
functions in front of a near stranger, and a male also, Lisa sank into
abject despair.  She allowed Tony to clean her private parts, wincing when
he scrubbed her delicate slit with a coarse flannel, then standing quite
still while he rubbed body lotion deeply into every inch of her silky skin.
Lisa dressed in her finest knickers and camisole, which Tony found when he
sorted through her undies, then pulled on a very smart frock.  Visiting the
hospital troubled Lisa greatly, especially seeing her mother unconscious,
while her mind was put at rest when the doctor told them she couldn't stand
painkillers very well, always falling asleep after taking them.  Apart from
a knock on the head, Stella's most serious injury came when a piece of the
windscreen dropped in her lap, barely inches away from her stomach.  While
it could have pierced either bladder, womb or intestines, fatally, it had
only sliced along that fleshy part of the female anatomy, the pubic mound.
Tony apparently knew the doctor socially, asking if he could view the
damage, and Lisa was shocked to see him pull back her mother's bedcovers,
unfasten her nightie, then open it fully.  The young girl watched these two
men examine her Mom's naked body, laughing as they firmly pinched her
nipples, and positioned her legs apart to display the injured cunny between
her thighs.  The woman's pubis had been shaved bald, which Tony approved
of, asking for it to be repeated each morning before the ward round, but
the most incredible sight was metallic staples holding her wound closed. 
It looked rather like a zipper, and though painted with antiseptic, had no
dressings covering the surrounding genital area.  Cringing in sympathy with
her sleeping mother, Lisa could see these two men opening the woman's sex
lips to display her damp, intimate places.  Following Tony's suggestion
that it would prevent unwanted internal healing, the doctor eased an
immense plastic shaft into Stella's straining vaginal passage.  The young
schoolgirl was shocked to watch her mother being abused this way, but
daren't oppose this male authority, even having the outrageous task of
holding her Mom's labia apart while that dildo was inserted.  Stella
Mansfield had been fitted up with a catheter into her bladder, and Tony
asked if this could get routed through the top of the woman's wounded
pubis, where it would leave a wide hole when it healed.  The doctor
willingly agreed, moving the tube himself to the required position, and
writing it up in the notes, along with a convincing reason for leaving it
there.  The closing indignity heaped upon this defenceless patient occurred
when Tony recommended that Stella's vaginal dilator be held in place using
metal staples, like her pubic mound was.  The cruel doctor refined this
torment by advocating their removal each morning as practice for the
nursing staff, followed by an internal vaginal scrub, and then replacing
all the staples without anaesthetic.  Several times during their following
visits, Lisa had watched her Mom suffering the agony inflicted by removing
those staples.  Sometimes the male nurses were performing this routine,
stripping off their patient completely before the doctor's ward rounds,
opening then cleaning her stapled pussy, and leaving her uncovered on top
of the bed.  Although not strictly a member of the woman's family, Tony
stayed with her during the long wait before the doctor arrived, fondling
her freely exhibited body without censure from any of the staff.  Stella
was still rather dazed from the concussion, and staggering under the
disclosure of her husband's demise, such mental turmoil rendered her
totally incapable of resistance to her mistreatment.  When she finally
returned home, Tony Mansfield continued offering to manage all her family
affairs, arranging the funeral, escorted Stella everywhere she wanted to
go, and supplied powerful advice.  During this time, Tony stayed at their
house, ostensibly to share expenses with them, while making it easier to
assist when needed.  Whenever decisions needed formulating, Stella was
always invited to handle matters, but she could never manage these things,
total bewilderment flooding through her brain.  Tony eagerly advised her
what to do, usually for his personal benefit, and Lisa repeatedly found
herself under disapproval for something she'd done.  Dutiful and
acquiescent, her mother chastised the girl at their visitor's slightest
whim, stripping her naked and smacking her bare bottom.  Then passing the
child to Tony for his assistance, his frequently offered advice being to
slap the growing schoolgirl's thighs, and her succulent little cunny,
Stella watched her daughter's ripened flesh turning slowly redder. 
Craftily the man coerced her legally to sign across comprehensive rights to
discipline the young child as he saw fit, then enhanced the document to
also include Stella.  The next evening saw both females standing in their
lounge naked, being admonished for a long list of faults, then bending over
for a long, and severe caning, taken side by side.  Remaining stooped over
like that, with her bottom glowing, Stella was forced to ask Tony for a
stiff prick to be shoved inside her pussy.  This seemed unimaginable to
this woman's sense of reason, then submissiveness just overpowered her, as
the first genuine penetration for months burned along the dampness of her
quim.  Moaning and squealing with sexual abandon, Stella begged the man to
fuck her silly, heedless of the child next to her.  Following that
momentous event, Lisa's Mom was regularly fucked by Tony in the lounge,
usually after the pair of them had been punished, and he often joined the
woman for the night in her own bed.  As time progressed, Tony Mansfield
took liberties with this woman and her daughter, as if he owned them. 
Thursday evenings were arranged as a poker night for three of the man's
drinking friends, all four of them were waited on by Stella and little
Lisa, who served them drinks, and food, also suffering freely roaming hands
all over them.  After several months they had the bright idea of getting
the ladies to wear fancy dress, every week having to contrive better
costumes.  Whenever they felt cruel towards these women, they'd have to
bend over for a good smacked bottom from everyone, Lisa getting her chubby
little rear slapped just as much as her Mom.  The prize for the winner was
Stella with her legs open, and Lisa sometimes watched them fucking her
across the kitchen table, although it could be even worse if Tony won. 
Stella was taken up to the master bedroom on these occasions, and tied face
up with a pillow beneath her bottom, suffering repeated insertions from
Tony's rock hard cock.  While he was upstairs, the others were free to
enjoy themselves with little Lisa, stripping all her clothes off, kissing,
licking, and fingering her delicate young flesh, then wanking their solid
erections over that tender, hairless minge.  Once Tony had come downstairs
to find his friends all gone, leaving the young girl tied over the table,
with a beer bottle wedged up her bottom, and a hot dog sausage sticking
from her little cunny.  This went on for several years, Tony Mansfield
having the run of the household, then one fine day, when Lisa was eleven
years old, Tony called them all together into the lounge.  Another bank
statement had arrived in the post this morning, with more money being drawn
out than was regularly paid in from their insurance capital account, where
the gratuity paid after Stella's husband died had been banked.  Apparently,
Stella couldn't oversee even the household budget properly, so Tony had
decided she would get married, and relinquish control of everything to his
domain.  Raising any objection never even crossed this docile woman's mind
for a minute, rather, she was relieved to abdicate all obligation to this
man who'd directed their lives during these recent years without her
husband.  Arrangements had been made for a dressmaker to visit the house
tomorrow, and both Stella and Lisa were warned they should extend this
woman every courtesy.  Breezing into their house as soon as the door was
answered, just after breakfast, the assertive dressmaker immediately took
control of these two ladies after she'd introduced herself.  First of all
they would each have to be measured, which couldn't be done properly on top
of regular clothing, so Stella and her daughter both had to strip
completely in front of a woman they'd never seen before.  Careful
measurement was taken round nearly every part of their figures, including
the distance between them, especially their breasts, and around their
intimate female places.  In order to assist the evaluation of size for them
both, the dressmaker drew numerous symbols directly onto their skin with
felt tip marker pen.  Each female body had nearly an entire outfit sketched
on them, including all seams, darts and garment edges, then a very filmy,
almost transparent material was draped over them.  After pinning the spare
material together, this dressmaker proceeded to transfer all the markings
on their figure through onto the material.  Several times the tacking pins
had to be adjusted, and the woman loved to stick them into those softly
yielding female bodies under her control.  It was a long day, with
prolonged breaks for coffee, while Stella and Lisa had to remain entirely
naked throughout the ordeal.  The dressmaker returned for fittings on two
more occasions, which were just as traumatic, the complete day being spent
either naked, or dressing and undressing at her command, any slowness
earning both ladies a smack bottom.  Tony Mansfield took care of every
detail of the wedding ceremony, and on that special day the dressmaker
arrived very early, taking charge of the bride's preparation, and the only
bridesmaid, Lisa.  Both ladies were still in their nightdress when this
domineering woman arrived, and she quickly ordered them to strip fully,
then insisted they help bring in several boxes from her car.  Yielding to
this female's authority, they walked down the drive exposing their nudity
to anyone who might happen to pass, although chance favoured them with a
quiet street today.  First on the agenda was a delightful hot bath, though
the water temperature was somewhat uncomfortable, and they had to share the
large tub.  Stella found herself bent over backwards at one point, so that
her pubic hair could be completely shaved off, leaving her vastly smoother
than her own daughter.  This was soon remedied when Lisa had the silky down
stripped away from her pubescent mound, bringing a radiance to that neat
little quim.  After being dried, powdered and nicely perfumed all over
their naked bodies, the two females began that long process of being
dressed in their special wedding outfits.  Stella gasped as she was tightly
laced into a stiff white basque, with uplift cups that platformed her
breasts, leaving both upper slopes and nipples fully visible.  The front
section curved across her pubis, with a boned, downward point that dug
cruelly into her soft, hairless mound, while the back framed her two bare
buttocks most seductively.  White stockings, trimmed with ornate lace tops,
were attached to long suspender straps, pulling them only halfway up her
thighs, keeping extensive flesh still on show.  Leaving the bride in just
her underwear, the dressmaker turned her attention to young Lisa, slipping
a magnificently embellished lace camisole over the child's head.  Carefully
positioning this garment across the youngster's chest, the woman
intertwined two open lace flowers around the pink nipples, working the
stiffening teat through that fine material.  Pulling comparable French
Knickers up the child's legs to conceal her lower half, the woman yanked
them tight, thin cords along the gusset cutting into her tender slit. 
Ample fabric had been provide to allow the knicker legs to remain quite
loose, easily affording access to Lisa's bare bottom, or tummy.  Delicate
lace stockings were now fitted to the young girl's legs, secured by
decorative garters around her mid thigh, with elastic so tight that it sank
painfully into Lisa's soft flesh.  Tony had scheduled a punishment session
around this point in the proceedings, so the dressmaker fetched out a
leather paddle, bent both ladies across the kitchen table and reddened
their bare backsides.  Turning them face upward, she proceeded to thrash
those smoothly shaven mounds till they turned bright pink, and throbbed
intensely.  Lisa sobbed as the tops of her thighs were whipped where the
garters had left marks in her lovely flesh, especially when they were
rolled back.  Stella was now fitted with her wedding dress, an alluring
chiffon cloud of translucent material, flecked with prismatic stones that
scintillated in the light.  The top edges clipped ingeniously onto her
constricting basque, except across the bust, where the cupped fabric only
half concealed her heaving breasts.  This was retained with two ornately
mounted pink rubies, demurely covering Stella's nipples, but held in place
with spring clamps on their back which bit into the sensitive teats. 
Lisa's dress was equally beautiful, consisting of a pink gossamer top,
delicately revealing her sweet camisole underneath, and a dozen petticoats
that flared out every inch of the satin skirt.  The hemline was swept
audaciously short, easily showing the child's stocking tops, and even her
knickers.  They looked exquisite when finally trimmed up with veil,
bouquets of sweet scented flowers, and high heeled satin court shoes, even
though neither of them seemed very steady wearing such stilettos.  Finally
the car arrived, and Stella dared to enquire about undies for herself,
despondently hearing that Tony wanted her accessible during the later
festivities, however, he'd asked the dressmaker to cover her bottom, not
with panties, but with hot, red stripes.  Lisa watched while her beautiful
mother bent right over, with her skirt lifted, then took twenty vicious
cuts of the bamboo across bare bottom cheeks.  Walking out to the wedding
car was difficult, with fire raging through her rear end, and when she
climbed into the back seat, Lisa could clearly see all those bright red
weals.  The ceremony was arranged in a recreation pavilion, down at the
football fields on the other side of town, with an official from the
registry office making everything legal, and about two dozen of Tony's
friends in attendance.  Stella didn't have any family, so she was rather
alone, except for her young daughter Lisa, even the guests who she did know
were rather intimidating.  The service was quickly over, much to the
registrar's displeasure since he'd already been informed the reception was
a private affair, though he would have liked to see more of the bride.  She
was already put on immoderate display with her almost transparent gown,
blatantly showing off her complete lack of undies, and the lovely view down
her cleavage had been breathtaking.  Everyone gathered round them, eager to
congratulate the happy couple, and to kiss the bride for the first time as
Mrs Mansfield.  These people weren't content to give just a reserved peck
on the cheek, preferring to kiss Stella full on the lips, some even
slipping their tongue into her mouth.  Passionately embracing the bride,
they fondled her supple bottom, squeezed those upthrust breasts, and even
slid a hand across that beautifully hairless pussy.  There was a buffet
provided, and more than ample drinks, music for dancing, comfortable seats,
subdued lighting to produce a cosy atmosphere, and a distinct lack of any
moral restraints.  After the huge cake had been cut, someone asked for the
bride to model her resplendent wedding dress, getting her stood on a coffee
table while everyone admired that superb gown.  Several threads appeared to
be loose along the hem, and one lady started pulling them, slowly
unravelling two front seams, and two back seams.  Suddenly, an eighteen
inch panel pulled away from the front and the back of the dress, exactly
according to the design, openly exposing Stella's bald cunny, and her bare
bottom.  Fingers quickly delved into the uncovered areas, pinching fleshy
sex lips and spreading open tightly clenched buttocks.  Stella was now held
still as those decorated nipple covers were yanked from her sore teats
eliciting a loud scream of agony, tearing away the dress's bodice to reveal
her elevated tits.  The bride was now invited to dance with her guests,
taking to the floor with various partners, all of whom took advantage of
her vulnerable figure.  She was made to climax dozens of times, as fingers
probed her damp shaven quim and disclosed buttocks, poking, tickling, and
even pinching hard.  Eventually it was announced that Tony was to
consummate their new marriage for them all to witness, then Stella was
forced to kneel in front of her husband, strip off his trousers, and
fellate him.  When he was massively erect, Stella Mansfield declared that
every part of her being was his to manage as he saw fit, then entreated him
to publicly take her body.  Lisa watched as her mother was put across a
table, with her legs held wide apart by two of the women guests, and the
remaining two females inserted the groom's prick.  Everyone cheered as the
blushing bride was thoroughly shagged for their benefit, although this
wasn't her first lecherous knowledge of her new husband, and they all
helped along by squeezing every inch of exposed breast, prominent pubic
mound, and soft buttock.  A loud shout went up when both husband and wife
climaxed together in thrashing frenzy, and Tony pulled out before he'd
finished his orgasm, jetting thick spunk over Stella's smooth vulva.  Soft
rope was then produced from a holdall somewhere, and Lisa could always
remember the hopeless look in her mother's eyes as her wrists got tied to
the table legs, and her ankles were roped toward the roof beams. 
Helplessly bound in the middle of that room, Tony offered his wife's
hospitality to everyone there, and she was soon ringed by willing
customers. While her mother was ravaged over and over, young Lisa was taken
aside by several of the other guests, asked some very intimate questions,
and wantonly groped by eager hands.  Fingers stroked her silky bottom
cheeks, probed the closed groove between her soft thighs, and lifted her
skirts to view her hidden secret places.  One of those men unzipped her
bridesmaid dress and slipped it from her shoulders, then slowly removed
each layer of her petticoats, until she was left in stockings and fancy
undies.  Cruel fingers pulled the tight elastic of those garters, snapping
it painfully against her tender skin, they tweaked her pink teats where
they poked through her lacy camisole, and hands constantly delved under
those loose knicker legs.  Lisa had never offered any resistance whatever
to these outrageous assaults, but someone had callously suggested that a
good bottom warming would teach proper obedience to the young child.  A
sports trainer was found in one of the other back rooms, and Lisa had her
lovely french knickers dragged down while her bare cheeks were slippered.
After grasping her burning rear firmly, someone pinned the youngster in
position while they whacked her bald little quim, and then her flat tummy.
All evening she was passed round the guests, loosing her camisole when one
of the ladies wanted to smack her small pointed titties, then being spanked
by someone else for not wearing proper undies.  She was given loads of
dilute orange squash to drink, even during one of her punishment sessions,
and whenever she wanted to empty her bursting bladder, one of the guests
would bury their face in the middle of her crotch, and swallow her wee as
it gushed out.  During the early evening things started to quieten down a
little, Stella was released from her tight bondage, and some of the spunk
was mopped from her face, and between her thighs.  Everyone nearby helped
to remove that gorgeous wedding dress, or to unfasten that tightly laced
corset, slipping really constrictive garters up her legs to support her
stockings.  The new Mrs Mansfield was dressed by all her female guests in
suitable travelling clothes for going on honeymoon with her new husband. 
There wasn't much to it, apart from a chiffon blouse that clearly showed
her braless bosom, with a wrapover skirt cut so skimpy that it showed right
up her thighs with each step she took.  The taxi arrived shortly after,
everyone waving the newly married couple off with various obscene comments
about long holidays without seeing the sun.  Lisa wondered how she was
going to get home, realising that she had not been instructed what to do
while her Mom was away, nor even how long they'd stay away for.  One of
Tony's card playing friends, who Lisa remembered from their poker nights at
her house, took the young girl's hand, and told her she was to lodge with
him during the next two weeks.  Lisa really suffered at this man's hands,
spending most of those weeks undressed, practising fellatio until she
became an expert.

   Suddenly waking up from her reverie, Lisa cried out as her little
breasts and fleshy pubis became stretched to their limits by this cruel
device she was attached to in her father's basement.  Strong electric
shocks once more tormented those most sensitive tissues round her nipples
and vagina until she helplessly climaxed again.  This torture continued
through the night, complemented by various other sufferings over the next
few days, so much that Lisa looked forward to visiting her family doctor
during the coming weekend.  Hospitals had never been her favourite place,
and she was anxious about what the doctor was going to do to her, since she
had been given no details of his plans.  She'd picked up some gossip whilst
eavesdropping on various conversations, like the doctor's promise to her
father not to sew up her vulva, but nagging doubts worried deep down inside
her.  There was nothing useful she could do about it though, having decided
to follow her father's supervision, and she willingly dressed once again in
that childish school uniform.  Surprisingly, the nurse took her hand when
she arrived, informing her father that he would be notified just as soon as
his daughter was fixed up, probably in a couple of days.  Lisa felt totally
out of her depth as her father left her with the nurse, submissively
following this young woman, who was about her own age, down great long
corridors, quickly losing all sense of direction, until they arrived in a
cosy little bedroom.  Lisa stood up quietly while the nurse removed her
uniform, including her white vest, and the navy blue school knickers,
leaving her in just three quarter socks.  Climbing onto a table, Lisa
Mansfield spread her knees wide apart as she crouched down so the nurse had
an unobstructed view of her entire vulva.  Despite having been shaved bald
only a few days ago by the doctor, the nurse insisted on a further removal
of stubble that had grown back.  Soaping the exposed area, and using a
modern disposable razor, the woman meticulously stripped any vestige of
down from that succulent mons, leaving it baby smooth and totally hairless
like a young child's.  Fragrant body oil was rubbed into the soft flesh,
making it glisten invitingly, then the naked girl was escorted down more
corridors into a little operating theatre.  There must have been a dozen
people in that room, all of them had surgical gowns on, though none wore
masks, everyone watching with interest as she walked in with the nurse. 
Lisa had to stand there as the doctor explained her problem of self control
in her sexual desires, suffering his hands roaming her figure to display
breast development that was adequate, while saying her labia were rather
too full.  Climbing onto the examination table, Miss Mansfield had her legs
fitted into stirrups, strapped down tightly, then pushed wide apart, while
her wrists, elbows, and even her pelvis all got leather straps to secure
them.  The nurse fitted a mirror onto the sturdy table, enabling Lisa to
see between her own legs, watching everything that was being done to her. A
large metal frame was located above her widely spread thighs, and the
doctor started exploring those smooth, hairless labia, pulling them apart
as he discussed freely this girl's progress towards maturity.  Pointing out
trays of gleaming surgical instruments, he invited his entire audience to
examine their patient.  Dr Weston stroked Lisa's heaving bosom while she
watched vicious forceps clamped onto her sex lips then yanked in all
directions at once.  Quietly he told the defenceless woman that he'd wanted
her in this prone position ever since he'd seen her at that fitness centre,
when she was sixteen.  Foolishly, Mr Mansfield had abandoned his daughter
into Brian Weston's total control, and Lisa would soon undergo substantial
transformation.  Asking his audience to stand back and watch the coming
operation, Dr Weston explained that first of all, this patient's inner
labia had to be moderately elongated.  Taking what appeared to be a tiny
fishhook without a barb, the doctor slipped this straight through Lisa's
smaller sex petal, eliciting only a squeak from the girl.  Passing the
nylon thread which was attached to that hook over the metal frame, Brian
Weston clipped a small weight onto it, pulling the girl's labia upward, and
outward.  Another small hook pierced through the other side of her vulva,
was fastened onto a similar metal weight, and now stretched the young
girl's love mouth open.  Horrified at this barbarous mutilation of her sex
parts, Lisa had to admit some surprise that it didn't actually smart more,
though it was rather like having her ears pierced.  Each of the assembled
guests was allowed to perforate her genitals with a hook of their own until
six spikes had penetrated each petal, and those weights forced her vulva
open like a luscious pink flower.  Dr Weston took the final hook, and
forced Lisa to watch as he punctured the soft folded skin of her clitoral
hood, then stretched it out immensely with a really heavy weight.  Miss
Mansfield thought her poor cunny would be ripped to shreds by these
barbaric weighted hooks, every shred of her femininity destroyed forever.
That was not to be the outcome for her today she learned, while Dr Weston
acquainted his audience of some modifications he'd made to an Arabian
technique.  Female circumcision was practised on most Arabian girls after
the first period showed, followed by sewing their genitals shut until the
marriage ceremony.  Their young patient today was merely going to have her
clitoris circumcised, removing only the hood followed immediately by the
eradication of her inner labia.  Lisa implored them not to mutilate her
like this, being warned that if she kept complaining, they would take
everything away.  Brian Weston asked the teacher if she really wanted to
lose her clitoris, then those succulent pussy lips as well.  The terrified
woman shook her head, but he continued threatening to slit open her tummy,
fully remove her ovaries, and amputate her womb just above the cervix,
finally dismembering her vaginal passage altogether.  Miss Mansfield could
offer no resistance to this ruthless medic, remaining quiet while he showed
off the cryo scalpel he was about to use on her.  Liquid Nitrogen numbed
light flesh as it flowed from the nozzle, searing tissue closed to minimise
blood loss and later infection.  Holding the scalpel against Lisa's tightly
stretched labia, Brian Weston sliced through the flesh, and the poor woman
watched her sex lips peeled away from her body as it burned painfully along
her vulva.  The teacher sobbed as she watched pieces of her genital
equipment hanging from the metal frame, leaving just a gaping hole behind,
but when Dr Weston circumcised her clitoris she screamed loudly. 
Excruciating pain ripped through that most sensitive shaft during the
removal of its protective sheath, as each potently responsive nerve end
shrieked under that burning, freezing, high tech blade.  Gradually that
small fold of skin was pruned away from its place, leaving just a starkly
erect pink nodule rising boldly upward out of Lisa's smooth vulva.  Despite
her revulsion at this disfiguring being unleashed against the most
intimately female portion of her figure, Miss Mansfield stayed transfixed
to the grisly spectacle.  Vanished were those delicate petals she loved to
squeeze between her fingers, and pull open to insert a friendly vibrator,
passed into oblivion was that little hiding place of her clit.  Finished
forever was any chance of normal lovemaking, or even stimulation of her sex
parts during foreplay, they'd completely disappeared.  The nurse dressed
her wounded vulva with numbing antiseptic spray around the groove, and a
gauze pad taped securely across her bald pubic mound, then she was wheeled
back to her room on a trolley.  When she was laid on her bed, the nurse
ripped the gauze pad from her cunny, then brought out a funny looking
catheter, saying they had to prevent her from urinating onto the
lacerations until most of the healing was complete.  The tube had several
large bumps on its length, which the nurse said would hold it in place,
although forcing it along an unprepared urethra could be rather difficult.
Before Miss Mansfield was released, she was assured by the nurse, this
would seem like child's play, since the doctor intended that larger
diameter conduits were to be inserted every day.  Gradually she would have
that tiny little wee hole dilated well over twenty millimetres before Dr
Weston reviewed her progress.  Pressing hard against the restriction of
Lisa's narrow opening, the nurse moved the flared end around until the
mouth of her patient's urethra was finally penetrated.  The poor teacher
gasped when the whole length of her urinary tract was distended by this
wide catheter, getting even more distraught as the second bulge was also
forced inside.  Having sealed the exit to her patient's bladder, the nurse
placed another pad over the injury, and taped it in position, saying the
tube would be removed in the morning.  Lisa protested that passing water
couldn't be avoided during that length of time, however she tried, but was
informed that she was going to be sedated.  Getting a large syringe, the
nurse admitted this was one of her favourite assignments, giving injections
to schoolgirls.  Normally, a muscle vaccination was administered directly
into the arm, but she liked pulling patient's pants down to stick the
needle in their bottom.  If they had a sitting down job, she would agree to
delivering the injection to their thigh muscle, making them sit down while
their underwear was still around their ankles, ensuring a suitable full
display of their genitals.  She even confessed that many strapping male
patients permitted her to play pincushions with their tackle if she flashed
her stocking tops to them.  She regularly attempted talking her female
patients into special techniques, but juvenile girls weren't allowed any
other option.  Lisa watched in disbelief as the needle stabbed her soft
pubic mound, and a small quantity of fluid was injected, then the nurse
removed the hypodermic, and stuck it in further along her succulent mons.
Six times she eased that sharp point into her flesh before the vial was
empty, though Lisa became very drowsy by then as the sedative started
working.  Waking up the next morning, Miss Mansfield was absolutely busting
for the toilet, but when the nurse answered her buzzer, she would only let
her go after inspecting her injuries.  Lisa had a severe cramp deep in her
lower tummy, so that she hardly noticed as the nurse ripped away her
dressing, although when she touched inside the groove of her pussy, she
almost climaxed from the sensations.  Rather than taking her into the
toilet, the nurse brought a large glass jar from the cupboard, ordered her
patient to kneel up, and placed the container between her legs.  Gripping
the catheter that was blocking Lisa's straining urethra, the nurse slowly
pulled the widely flared rod down the woman's tiny internal tube, making
her wince at every tug.  Finally it came completely out, and Lisa just
sighed as hot urine gushed out of her belly, into the large glass
container, burning the tender passage from her distended bladder.  When the
last drops of amber fluid had ceased, Miss Mansfield was handed the vessel,
and told that in future she'd be sealed firmly closed every night, then
drink the first hot stream the next day.  She was totally nauseated at the
prospect of having to drink that warm, smelly liquid, but the nurse
threatened to force feed every drop down her throat the whole day if she
didn't swallow that one jar full on her own.  When she still hesitated, the
nurse just had to say she'd also piss into Lisa's mouth herself, and the
teacher reluctantly took a mouthful of her own acrid maiden's water.  That
first tiny swallow almost made her vomit, but the cruel stare of the nurse
encouraged her to continue, drinking more and more till every single drop
was drained from the glass jar.  After breakfast was finished, Lisa
Mansfield was taken down those long corridors to another large observation
room, equipped with various puzzling apparatus along the walls.  In the
centre was a black examination table, fitted with stirrups, so Miss
Mansfield obediently climbed onto its cold surface, when ordered, and was
securely tied down.  Dr Weston came in subsequently, and carefully
explained this next stage of her treatment, where she would be deeply
hypnotised, and encouraged to relate her secret erotic fantasies, any
experiences she might have had, including everything that had turned her
on. Several minutes later, Lisa Mansfield was in a profound compliant
trance as she answered every question asked of her, revealing the deepest
secrets of her sexuality.  There was a tape recorder going amongst all that
equipment, faithfully storing every tiny detail, as this woman recounted
each time she'd been sexually stimulated.  Many hours later she was
returned to her bedroom for a rest, then escorted back to the observation
chamber and strapped to the cold table once more.  Brian Weston quickly put
her into a trance again with just a few special words, and started the
hypnotic training, implanting powerful sexual compulsions so far in her
subconscious that they'd never be remembered.  Their effects however, would
all too easily be felt by this acquiescent subject, when it triggered
meticulous recollection of some small lustful scenario.  Carefully
anticipated events had been established as triggers, mostly plain numbers
that would occur every few weeks during normal, customary conversations, or
else specific to Miss Mansfield's teaching post at Lawnswood School. 
Whenever the activation phrase was heard for the first time during that
day, Lisa's imagination would diverge, taking her through its associated
construction.  Mostly these were actual events that she'd witnessed, either
in real life, or while indulging her predilection for dirty books and
films. Sometimes, the actual stimulation she'd undergone had been enhanced
through hypnotic suggestion from Dr Weston, and Lisa's recollection would
be even better than reality.  The most intriguing thing Dr Weston had
established was every time a scenario repeated during the day stimulation
doubled in intensity, so that certain common triggers could produce a
devastating result.  Miss Mansfield had no notable control over these
phenomenon, but specific restrictions had been installed intuitively,
preventing any sexual response at all when her father was present.  This
would provide the illusion that Lisa easily controlled her sexuality
following her treatment, but very soon after Tony Mansfield had left, the
compulsions would return.  Additional awareness of time was implanted into
Lisa's mind, some parts of the day being more suggestive than others,
helping usual working hours to disrupt her concentration at lower levels,
while early mornings, evenings, and nighttime would prove electrifying. 
Miss Mansfield would still be totally aware of what was happening inside
her, though unable to control it, remembering it all fully later on, but
she'd be unable to discuss anything of these events with other people,
unless Dr Weston released those inhibitions.  Two days later Lisa Mansfield
was fully programmed for perverted sexual abandon whatever she might be
doing from that day forward.  Dr Weston had arranged an exhibition of the
young woman's current situation for that same group who'd been invited to
witness Lisa being circumcised.  Firstly, their subject was positioned
securely on the examination table, fully spread open for their inspection,
and freely able to observe everything that happened.  Brian Weston directed
everyone's attention to the results of Lisa's operation, closing the
stirrups together, which produced a conventional bald pussy that any shaven
female would have.  The pubic mound had nice clean lines, with generous
outer lips squeezed to form an elegant indented slit, and just the hint of
a warm passageway down below.  Moving the stirrups outward produced quite
an enthusiastic result from this audience, as Lisa's central groove opened
like a flower displaying a perfectly clean interior.  The woman's vaginal
cavity was a neat, clean hole, showing its internal folds, topped by the
much smaller opening of her urethra.  Nestled in the apex of this sopping
vulva was the little button of Miss Mansfield's clitoris, rising innocently
out from the floor of her slit.  Dr Weston asked his patient how many
fingers she had, and immediately she replied with the number ten it
triggered a subconscious response.  Images flashed powerfully through this
woman's mind, repeating incidents from university days, when her roommate
had performed cunnilingus on her resisting form.  Arousal flooded through
Lisa's system with increasing power as these vulgar scenes affected her
physically, and the assembled audience was amazed to watch her clit
swelling.  Within a few minutes that pink button had thickened, lengthened,
and now stood out proudly just like a small penis.  The girl's wet vagina
bubbled madly with feminine love juice, and everyone could see the inner
contractions of Lisa's approaching orgasm.  Checking the teacher's mental
control, Dr Weston talked to her about usual topics encountered in her
work, alternated with questions dealing directly with her current sexual
responses.  Awareness of her body functions connected with these illusions
was plainly very active, though entirely repressed, while all ordinary
conversation became more and more laboured.  Losing her sequence of thought
completely while her body orgasmed, Miss Mansfield quickly recovered
control over outward appearances, although she now looked rather flushed.
Satisfied completely with all these automatic responses, everyone departed
from the observation room, leaving the nurse to connect various pieces of
intricate monitoring equipment to this patient.  Viewing from a hidden
control room, the assembled guests observed the teacher being shown
commonplace incidents on a raised screen, while various boring numbers, and
mundane phrases, initiated very intense sensual feelings.  Gradually these
repressed illusions got overlapped, racing continuously in the background
of Lisa's panic stricken mind as incessant climaxes assaulted her body. 
Suddenly, an image of her father appeared towards the outside of the screen
causing Lisa's sexual passions to instantly evaporate, along with any
memory of the last few minutes predicament.  When his likeness vanished
away from the screen, the next signal started everything going again deep
inside the teacher's mind.  Miss Mansfield became increasingly sexually
aroused as the day dragged on, those others having left hours before, but
the doctor and his nurse had wanted to push her physique to the limit. 
Continual orgasms flooded over Lisa's body, while girlish love juices
secreted copiously between her thighs.  Staring at her own remodelled vulva
during some vivid fantasy scenes, this normally immaculate woman even weed
herself.  Eventually she was released, and helped back to her room, shivers
running through her overworked muscles as she laid across her bed while the
nurse carefully positioned her.  Nipping her patient on each proudly erect
nipple, the nurse laughed as it triggered more orgasms every time she
touched this sensitive flesh.  Lisa settled down for the night shortly
after, again having her bladder firmly sealed with a giant plastic stopper,
then taking a large sedative injection all over her pubic mound, slowly
putting her to sleep.  Brian Weston stopped by in the morning to tell her
he'd arranged several public experiments for her, watching as the nurse
helped his patient to dress in stockings and suspenders, covered by one of
the nurse's spare blouses, and a loose skirt with a short hem.  Escorting
the woman out to his car, the doctor drove out to where one of their public
parks offered a suitable testing environment, then walking alongside her
while they discussed her feelings over being dominated like this. 
Presently their restful stroll brought them to a playground, where Lisa was
directed to sit on the bench facing the swings.  Two boys were playing on
there, and the doctor called both of them over, and asked them to help, for
five pounds each in advance.  Listening to his directions, these two
juveniles then approached Miss Mansfield, asking if she was married, or had
a boyfriend, or was a lesbian, each question getting more private than
before.  These youngsters said she was a slut, who'd let them do whatever
they wanted to her, and despite her astonishment over being talked to in
this impertinent manner, deep inside she could offer no resistance.  One of
them said, "Show us your titties!", and Miss Mansfield's expression dropped
as she helplessly started to unfasten her blouse in this public playground.
She even spread the garment apart so they could feast their childish eyes
on warm female breasts, wincing while they cheekily pinched her nipples. 
Leaving her bosom exposed to them, she placed hands on both knees when
ordered, then one of them instructed, "Spread your legs wide open, so we
can see your big fat cunt!", and Lisa sadly obeyed.  Sitting there with her
most personal places blatantly exposed for the amusement of these children
was insufferable for her, however much she reasoned with herself though,
she just couldn't escape.  Thanking them for their help, Dr Weston
dismissed the youngsters, asking Miss Mansfield to straighten her clothing,
and continuing their saunter round the park.  Some way further along, Brian
tried another cunning strategy he'd established for Lisa, asking whether
she needed the loo.  Whenever she was asked that question, intense muscle
spasms contracted her bladder, making her desperate to use the toilet. 
They were very close to the facilities at the moment, so she agreed that
she needed a wee, pressing both hands against her throbbing pubis and
swiftly running off in front.  Immediately those two signs came into view,
identifying which toilet was the ladies, and which one the gentleman, Lisa
Mansfield felt absolute confusion engulf her.  Somehow she couldn't make
herself enter the public toilet marked Ladies, though she felt compelled to
proceed towards the Gents, knowing it was not only indiscreet but awfully
dangerous as well.  Public conveniences in parks were renowned for perverts
meeting places, but she was powerless to resist the internal compulsions
planted by Brian Weston, as she reluctantly entered.  This incentive
required her to leave the cubicle door fully open, taking away any chance
of privacy, or concealment, then raise her skirt up to the waist when she
straddled the toilet pan.  Cascading maiden's water echoed around the
toilet loudly while she relieved herself fully, but she couldn't adjust her
clothes until outside.  Brian Weston was delighted with her progress,
taking her back to the surgery for additional training.  Once inside she
was stripped naked again by the nurse, who proceeded to show Lisa how to
place the bladder plug in the correct position.  Spreading her knees far
apart, Lisa gently eased the pear shaped end of the catheter into her wee
hole, flinching as that 8 mm diameter swelling was forced along her narrow
urethra.  Several horrid bumps had been fashioned down the length of the
stopper, each one having to be shoved into Lisa's tiny entrance as well. 
Eventually the plug pressed against the mouth of her bladder, but this
stopper was longer than others she'd been fitted with, and more than one
inch of the shaft stuck out between her legs.  There was a tee bar handle
which prevented these catheters being lost inside her body, but this was
supposed to nestle inside her cunny slit.  The nurse explained to Lisa that
special design catheters would be provided for her to use at home on
herself, where the flared end actually penetrated the bladder.  Sometimes
this muscle at the neck of her bladder would constrict rather tightly, but
a good hard slap on the handle of the stopper should punch the other end
right through.  Obediently striking the protruding handle, Miss Mansfield
squealed as the wide ended plug infiltrated her bladder, causing sharp
stabbing pains deep inside her tummy.  Gentle pressure would have achieved
a less perplexing response for the patient, but the nurse was interested in
causing the maximum amount of discomfort to this lady.  Lisa was ordered
quietly to extricate the stopper, and insert it again for several minutes,
until the nurse was satisfied she could do it properly.  Miss Mansfield
cried every time the cruel shaft was probed inside her tummy, the delicate
tissues lining her urethra being scraped by those swellings along its
length.  The nurse informed Lisa that every night, before finally retiring
to bed, she was to duplicate this exact procedure, with a minimum of ten
insertions before she could leave it in place until the morning.  This
would ensure that her urethra was dilated the maximum amount possible, in a
hurry.  Lisa was next shown a small gadget rather like a radio, but there
were wires that she was instructed how to connect into the socket mounted
along one side.  The other end of these wires were plugged into a dildo
shaped device that had metal bands spaced along its length and a tapered
metal tip.  The nurse demonstrated how little movements of various dials on
top would adjust sundry power level settings higher and higher, but they
would commence on level two.  Laying on her bed, Lisa could feel the gentle
hum inside the cold shaft of this dildo as she obediently trailed it across
her silky figure as though masturbating herself.  She was running it around
her titties when the box gave a tiny subdued chime, and the nurse warned
her not to interrupt the flow of action as gentle electric shocks surged
through the metal sections.  Holding the tip against one nipple, then the
other, tingles of current streaked through that tender flesh.  Levels soon
dropped back to normal, and dainty trails were now drawn over her tummy,
those exquisite vibrations once more turning to intense electric current as
the dildo pushed against her indented navel.  Inevitably the dildo
meandered around her sensitive pussy flesh, pulsing deeply inside her
vagina, then on her unprotected clit, and her sore wee hole.  Even her rear
end was raised into the air, watching in the mirror as that anal ring
suffered penetration by the viciously throbbing shaft.  The final torment
was to completely insert the dildo into her pussy and sit on it, pressing
the point into her cervix.  Pushing a black button mounted onto the box
caused massive shocks for several minutes.  Lisa was instructed how to
calculate those initial power settings for the contraption, based on her
behaviour through the preceding day and scored against a list the nurse
handed her.  Every evening after tea she was to undergo a punishment
session for her faults, part of which would be this electric massage. 
Additionally, heavy weights were produced that the nurse used to illustrate
how plain jewellery could improve a woman's figure.  Strong clip
connections secured one to each of Lisa's nipples, dragging them downward
to point at the floor.  Parting her legs, the woman watched as sturdy lead
weights were fixed to her outer labia, pulling them further out as several
more were added.  She would have to wear selections of these lead weights
for at least one hour every day, elongating both her nipples, and her outer
labia by this constant pressure.  Finally, the doctor said she was ready to
leave, and her parents collected Lisa from the surgery, taking her straight
home to have a thorough inspection.  Stripping their daughter completely
naked, Mr and Mrs Mansfield made her assume an upright ballet split, her
pussy opening up for their careful inspection.  Both adults adored Lisa's
beautifully clean lines, which showed practically no scars from her
operation, just a soft pink groove, with a sweet vaginal mouth, tiny wee
hole, and the impertinent shaft of her clitoris.  Tony questioned his
daughter about her shameless desires, and she assured her father that Dr
Weston had cured her completely, never again would immodest thoughts
produce any stimulation inside her.  Only the doctor possessed the key to
unlock the normal responses in the event of her wanting to be married, but
her father had the sole authority to arrange this serious reversal, neither
she, nor her mother could ask for it to be done.  Tony Mansfield was suited
with these arrangements, realising the absolute power it supplied over his
young daughter's love life.  Tests would have to be setup during the rest
of Lisa's visit with them to ensure complete loss of crude desire in the
girl's temperament.  Tony started instantly with massaging Lisa's
pronounced clitoris, finding it stiff under his finger, but getting no
reaction from the young lady.  Tweaking firm nipples caused a physical
hardening of the flesh, but Lisa's expression remained unaffected by any
trace of nice stimulation.  It wasn't that she was insensitive, since a
hard pinch generated squeals of pain from her, and nipping her clitty with
sharp nails produced similar responses, there was just no erotic
titillation.  During the next few days, Lisa Mansfield was physically
provoked in all her most private sensual places, without letup.  Punishment
abounded as well, for previous deficiencies, until the girl's fat bottom
was totally purple, matching her streamlined cunny, belly, and those
succulent breasts.  Ensuing from her mother's entreaties with her husband,
Lisa was finally excused physical chastisement, although she had to watch
her Mom being caned instead, while each of her own holes were stuffed with
a huge dildo.  Finally vacation time came to an end, and the teacher had to
return to her school, although surprisingly, she'd learned an inordinate
amount on her Teacher Training Course.  This wasn't the end of her problems
with personal promiscuity though, but at least she needn't fight harsh
reality anymore, she would just be carried along by these events.  Sitting
in the taxi to catch her train, a sore bottom burning the seat of her
knickers, Lisa Mansfield waved goodbye to her parents while she left them
in their ignorance of Dr Weston's intentions.  Despite her determination to
settle matters, it seemed worse than ever, and Lisa knew she'd shortly be
an artist's reluctant model.

   ( Continued in part 3 - Artist's Reluctant Model )