Chapter 1
"I don't wanna go!" Lysa screamed.
Her father put his newspaper down, his hands visibly trembling. "Well, you're going," he said. "The tickets are all paid for, Lysa Kapovitz." He tried to hide behind the paper again.
Lysa didn't even look at the ticket.
"I don't wanna go!" she yelled. "You can't make me, even if he is your fuckin' brother."
Her father almost leaped out of his seat. "Mind your language!" he snapped. "You're going, young lady and that's that. You're a very spoiled young girl, and Brad says he can knock some of it out of you." He started for the door.
"But they live out in the middle of nowhere," Lysa said. "I won't have any friends."
But her father was gone, and she stared out of the window in deep misery. A month, stuck out in the plains with her cousins. It was enough to make her sick. She left and went to her room. There, she flung herself across the bed and tried her best to have a fit of tears.
It wasn't so much her cousins-Lysa hadn't seen them for years. It was just that she couldn't stand the thought of being away from home for a month in the summer. And that wasn't because of her parents, either. Lysa had half the boys in the neighborhood on a very tight string and she didn't want to take the slightest chance of losing them.
There were very good reasons why all the boys wanted to get into Lysa's pants. She was already the best-looking teenaged girl around. Her wavy blonde hair cascaded onto her shoulders, framing a face that had sensual desire showing all over it. From her dark-brown eyes, to the line of the high cheekbones and the straight nose, Lysa was a vision of loveliness. But it was her mouth more than anything else that set her apart. Often slightly open, showing her front teeth, shining white, the perfect red lips formed a sensual pout that gave boys a hard-on. The smooth curve of her neck led to a pair of small, thrusting tits that were in a tight halter top for most of the summer. Her slim waist ran to the swelling, tight ass cheeks that swayed and teased as Lysa walked. Her legs were the final glory, long and curved and shown to their best advantage in the high heels she often wore.
But there was a catch. Lysa was a tease. She had no intentions of letting any of the boys or men get anywhere near fucking her. With her cock-teasing manner, boys fell for her time and time again. They took Lysa to the movies, dreaming of the great time in the car afterwards. Lysa would smile at them, make sure her top was open more than necessary, and slide her skirt up, if she wasn't wearing the cutoff jeans that showed the bottoms of her ass cheeks.
All steamed up, the boy would drive Lysa to some secluded spot and try for her tits. He would get slapped hard, asked what kind of a girl he though Lysa was. She wasn't going to do anything disgusting like that until she was married.
Lysa loved it. Loved the way the boys crawled back for more, time and time again. That showed them who was boss. She rolled on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. She could lose all that to some girl who actually put out. But she was never going to fuck. Never, not with anybody.
Lysa hated sex. Hated the very thought of a boy putting his hands on her tits. And as for shoving that horrible big cock up her virgin pussy, the idea made her gag. She loved it as they crawled off, tails between their legs, to jerk out their frustrations, wiping that awful cum into their handkerchiefs before they went home. And she had to lose it all for this summer. Shit. She bit her lip, raging inside.
But there was no escape for Lysa.
She was put on the plane to Minneapolis. There she took the small airline that flew her out to the town closest to her cousins. The very look of the small group of houses made her realize that she was going to have the worst time of her life.
Her Uncle Brad and Aunt Anne were there to meet her, along with their daughter Elizabeth and son Randy. Lysa hardly brightened up, though Randy did show a flicker of interest.
Uncle Brad was a big, tall, burly man who looked rather like his brother, her father, except that he was darker. Aunt Anne was also dark, her hair falling below her shoulders in loose waves. She had a strong, square face with wide eyes and a strong, sensual mouth. Lysa was a little afraid of her.
"This is Elizabeth," said Aunt Anne. "She's your age almost exactly."
Elizabeth was also about Lysa's height. Her dark hair was dyed to give it a red sheen and it piled up around her head in tight curls. With her almost black eyes and accentuated cheek bones, she seemed to Lysa to be a danger to her command over boys. She disliked Elizabeth at once.
But Randy might have possibilities. He was a year older than his sister and was dark and tall, like his father. His tee shirt showed him to be a member of the local school football team, and he looked very athletic. He swaggered slightly, and gave Lysa a knowing stare.
Lysa lowered her eyes bashfully and made a note to herself to exploit him if she could.
It seemed a long ride to her cousin's house, and that depressed Lysa even further. Her cousins were friendly enough, asking about her life and school, but Lysa was sulky and hardly answered. The house turned out to be right on the outskirts of town, on a small road, well away from other people.
The first two days got Lysa even more depressed. There was nothing to do and Brad and Anne didn't make any attempt to entertain her.
Then, on Saturday, Brad, Anne and Randy announced they were going out.
"You two girls can look after yourselves," said Brad. "We'll only be a couple of hours."
Lysa muttered to herself and went up to her room, hoping that Elizabeth wouldn't follow, but, of course she did.
"Hey," said Elizabeth, coming through the door, "you wanna see somethin' real great?"
She was dressed in just her black slip and panties, and Lysa could see the curves of her tits through the lacy top. They were about the same size as hers, but not as good, Lysa decided.
"What?" she asked without much interest.
"My dad's got some real interesting video films,"
Elizabeth said with a wicked grin. "He'd kill me if he knew, but he'll be away. So, you wanna see them?"
"No," said Lysa. "Just leave me alone."
"Oh, little miss stuck up, huh?" sneered Elizabeth. "Not good enough for you are we, you little shit. Fuck, miss 'em then." She sneered at Lysa and went away.
Lysa tried to read, but she was thinking of Bill, one of the boys she tortured at home. He was better than most, always calling her the next day to apologize for being so disgusting as to think she would allow him to touch her. And he sent flowers and always asked her out again. And now she was stuck in this rat hole.
She swore as strange sounds came from downstairs. Sounds of groaning and moaning. Lysa couldn't imagine what it could be, except that she had heard some of her girl friends groan like that when the boys were groping their tits or shoving then-hands up their dresses. Lysa got up softly and crept to the top of the stairs. She peered over and got the shock of her life.
There was Elizabeth, lying naked on the carpet i front of the television, her legs spread wide as she slowly worked her fingers over the mound of her pussy. She was watching the screen where a young girl was doing the most disgusting thing Lysa had ever seen. She was putting her lips around a man's stiff cock.
Lysa gasped and clapped her hand to her mouth. She watched in horror and the girl on the screen moaned at the feel of the hard cockmeat in her mouth, working her lips over the throbbing prick, her eyes closed as she sucked. Then, inch by inch, the girl slid the huge piece of cockmeat into her mouth until her lips closed over the very base of it and her tongue flicked out over the man's balls.
"Ohhhh, yeahhhh!" the man sighed. "Suck that cock, honey, suck it good if you want the car for that price."
Moaning and gasping, the girl worked her mouth back up until her tongue licked over the hard cockhead and she stared at the man as he lay on his back on a sofa in his office. "If you give me the car for nothing, I'll suck you off once a week until it's paid for," she murmured.
"What?" the man said. "Your fuckin' blow-jobs ain't that good, honey."
"Twice a week," crooned the girl, sliding her mouth back down the length of his cock.
"Okay, okay," he groaned. "But the last weekend, I get you any way I want."
"Done," said the girl, and she worked her mouth down the cockshaft again.
Lysa shook from head to toe. She had to get out, and this was the perfect reason to go home, her father would never send her back to a place like this. She turned too suddenly and knocked a vase off a table. It didn't break, but thudded onto the thick it carpet.
"Come on down," Elizabeth called without taking her eyes off the screen. "He's gonna come in a minute, and you don't wanna miss that." her legs spread wider than ever and she ran her fingers into her aching cunt, pulling at her pussy flesh. "Fuck, I need a cock."
Lysa was about to scream and storm out of the house. If this was what sex led to, Lysa was never going to get mired in it. She looked at the screen again and realized the man was lurching and moaning as his cock shot white goo all over the girl's face and into her mouth. Lysa gagged at the sight, getting the heaves at the thought of anything so disgusting. The girl was loving it, the little pervert, moaning as she licked at the spurting piss slit, cum all over her face.
"You . . . " called Lysa, and then stopped.
If she stormed out now, they would stop her. Better to wait, pretend she was part of it, until they were all asleep. Then she'd have a head start, and, by the time they realized she was gone, she would be halfway home. Gripping the stair rail, she walked slowly down.
"Fuck, that was good, and so's the next one," said Elizabeth. "This schoolgirl gets her ass whipped for finger-fucking in class. Then she has to really fuck . . . watch." She spread her legs and slid her fingers over the damp hair of her pussy.
The video started, a classroom with all the girls, who seemed to be only a bit older than Lysa and Elizabeth, sitting at the desks in short dresses.
"This is gross," Lysa whispered as the camera closed in on one girl, who was sliding her fingers into her cunt.
"Don't tell me you don't like getting fucked," Elizabeth sneered, looking back at Lysa. "You've got it written all over you, cunt."
"Sex is disgusting," Lysa said, giving herself away, despite her plans to lay low until the night.
On the screen, the male teacher advanced on the masturbating girl and hauled her out to face the class.
"She should get punished for that," said Lysa. "It's terrible."
"That's not the point," Elizabeth chortled as the girl was forced over the teacher's desk, kicking and screaming.
Two of the other girls held her while the teacher went to get a long thin cane. While the girl still yelled and kicked, he came back and lifted her short skirt up over her ass, leaving it protected only by a pair of very thin panties.
"That's the third time this week, Gloria," said the teacher, "You're going to get double."
"Fuck you!" the girl screamed, her arms stretched out by the other girls.
"Hold her ankles!" the teacher snapped. "She's going to get six more for that."
"Fucker!" the girl screamed as two more girls grabbed her ankles and held her legs apart.
"What is he doing?" Lysa gasped as she watched, fascinated and horrified at once.
Elizabeth chuckled as she rubbed her pussy. "Just watch, asshole."
The teacher lined the cane up on the girl's tight ass cheeks. "Now who did Gloria steal those books from?"
"Me, Sir," said one of the girls, a tiny, pretty blonde with short hair.
"I'm sure you'd love to be the main girl here, wouldn't you?" he said.
"Ohhh, yes, Sir," gasped the girl. "Can I keep you hanging as long as I want?"
"Just as long as you can," the teacher said.
He raised the cane and slashed it through the air, cutting it across Gloria's ass. Her body jerked and she screamed her body arching on the desk.
"How can you watch this stuff?" moaned Lysa.
She saw the tiny blonde sink to her knees before the teacher and unzip his pants. As she worked his big stiff cock out, she also slid the top of her dress open, revealing her young, budding tits. Moaning and gasping, she rubbed herself against his legs as he lined the cane up and slashed it into Gloria's ass again.
Gloria gave another piercing scream and another red line showed through her transparent panties. The tiny blonde brought her lips to the massive round head of the teacher's cock and licked it.
"What is this?" Lysa gasped. She couldn't watch. It was too terrible. She would be sick if she had to see much more. "I . . . I . . . gotta go."
"What you fuckin' moaning about?" Elizabeth said, glancing at the white, shaken Lysa. "There's some good lesbo action coming up. I go for that sometimes, don't you?"
Wh-what?" Lysa gasped, almost choking as she got up. "I gotta go for a walk . . . gotta . . .I'll see you in . . . "
"What the fuck is going on?" Brad snapped from the doorway.
"Daddy!" squealed Elizabeth, jumping to her feet and putting on her slip quickly. "We were . . . we just . . . er . . . "
"Turn that off," Brad said. "Did I give you permission to watch it?"
"N-No," Elizabeth confessed, but she still turned her head to watch as the teacher whipped Gloria's ass.
Brad walked over and switched off the set.
"Oh, Daddy," moaned Elizabeth. "I did what you said, couldn't I at least . . . "
"Shut up!" Brad snapped. "Well, you little whore," he said to Lysa, "what have you got to say for yourself?"
"W-We thought you were . . . that stuff's is so d-d-disgusting," Lysa stammered. "I was trying to get away, but Elizabeth said . . . "
"Riiiight!" Brad said. He towered over Lysa, his hands on his hips. To her horror, Lysa saw that there was a massive cock-bulge in the front of his pants and it throbbed slightly as he looked at her. "You're going to learn what happens to disobedient little whores in this house. You saw what that little cunt was getting?" He pointed to the screen. "Well, that's just the start. My brother said you were a spoiled little brat. And, by God, he was right. But we'll sort that out, won't we." He stood, smiling nastily at Lysa while his eyes took in the luscious curves of her body. "Both of you, go to your rooms and wait."
"B-But I wasn't doing it!" Lysa wailed. "Elizabeth was, she was the one, she did it." Lysa trembled as she lowered her eyes. , "I said, go to your room," said Brad. "There'll be even more trouble if you don't."
Lysa almost pleaded with him again, but she knew it was futile.
"Yes, Uncle Brad," she said, and she followed Elizabeth out of the room.
"Fuck, you're in for it now," Elizabeth snorted as she led the way up the stairs. "I can't wait." And then she laughed.
"But I didn't do anything," Lysa whispered, almost in tears.
"Hah!" Elizabeth chortled as she went into her room and closed the door.
Lysa packed her clothes as soon as she got into her room. She put the suitcase under the bed and lay on the sheets, waiting.
It turned out to be a very long wait. Lysa heard Anne and Randy come home, but couldn't hear what was said. Anne brought her some food and allowed her to go to the bathroom, but wouldn't say another word to her. Lysa snatched the local telephone directory from a table without Anne appearing to notice. It was a small town and a thin directory. While on the toilet, she memorized the local taxi service number, then she put the book back and went to her room.
Still, nothing happened. Lysa heard some people arrive and wondered who they were. That probably meant that she would be there until they had gone, because Uncle Brad wouldn't want his friends to know that he had video tapes like that. She was desperately bored, but at least Elizabeth was still in her room, too. She hadn't gotten any special privileges.
Lysa settled down for a long wait, but it was only about another hour before Anne came up the stairs and came in. It didn't seem strange to Lysa that she was dressed in a tight black skirt and top, with high heels to match.
"Hmmm," Anne said, looking at Lysa. "No, that'll do, they should see you as you really are. Those sandals of yours, put them on-they show your legs better."
Lysa's head buzzed as she did as she was told. Suddenly she was scared for some reason she couldn't understand. She followed Anne out to the landing, for the first time having trouble walking in her high-heeled sandals. Normally she could strut around and draw whistles at will in them. Then she saw Elizabeth.
Elizabeth was still in her slip, but she had added black stockings and black high heels. She had on panties that stretched across her pussy mound like a second skin. She sneered at Lysa and turned to follow her mother.
They went down the stairs and into the main room. Lysa got another unpleasant shock. It had been changed. The sofa was out from the wall. Some of the carpet had been pulled away, revealing ring bolts in the wooden floor. There were some pulleys and ropes slung over a wooden beam. And there was an apparatus like a big frame, with ropes at each corner. It pivoted at the center, and Lysa could only shudder as she saw it.
"This is the little whore I have to look after for the summer," Brad said as Anne led the two girls in. "This is Joanie and Johnnie, friends of ours. Say hello to them, Lysa."
"Hello," Lysa muttered as she sneaked a glance at them.
Johnnie was medium height and good looking, fair haired and as athletic looking as Randy, though older, probably in his mid-twenties. She glanced and saw that Randy was there, too, leaning back on the sofa with a shit-eating grin on his face.
Joanie was a tall, slim, stunning blonde with endless legs and hair almost to her waist. As Lysa looked, she crossed her legs and flashed the flesh of her thighs above her stocking tops. She looked to be in her early twenties, and she gave Lysa a long, arrogant stare.
Lysa felt her chest contract as she tried to breathe.
Then Brad swung himself to his feet. "These two were found watching my movies this afternoon. Elizabeth should have known better, so she'll be first. Then Lysa can see what happens to sluts around here. Tie her up."
For the first time, Lysa realized that she was in great danger. She turned and ran for the door.