0 comments/ 44148 views/ 7 favorites Lara on Holiday Ch. 01 By: 0131aj Lara wondered what it was like back home in Spain. She had come to Scotland on holiday and had never known a storm like this. The fork lightning, which lit up the sky was so different from the sheets of lightning she was used to at home. The wind was howling and, even in the car, she and her husband could feel its strength. The rain was just pouring down; it was falling in torrents and she wondered if they would ever find their destination. She stared out into the dark and was amazed how beautiful yet dangerous the storm appeared. She could hear the thunder as it rolled across the dark sky, bringing an even heavier burst of rain and topped with another shaft of light splitting the sky. She was thrilled by the storm, its very violence all she had hoped for. She didn't want to admit it at that moment but she knew her knickers were wet as the menacing storm infused every cell in her body. Her husband was trying to force the car by sheer will power through the tempest and, at last, they saw the signs for the castle. They had been invited to dinner by the local laird and his wife and they were not going to let a storm get in their way. They drove up the long tree-shrouded drive and wondered how they were going to get out without risking a total soaking. Just at that moment a tartan-suited butler appeared at the large wooden doors and indicated they should stay where they were. He quickly produced a large golf umbrella and staggered out to the car to collect their luggage. At the same time, he handed Lara's husband another umbrella and shouted through the noise of the storm that they should get in as quickly as possible. Before her husband had even had time to say thanks the man was emptying the boot of the car and hauling their overnight case out and running for the sanctuary of the door. Her husband told her to wait where she was and he would come round to her side of the car to protect her with the umbrella. Lara had other ideas. She threw open her door and stepped out into the maelstrom. Her thick, dark hair was instantly plastered to her head as the rain poured down on her, soaking her to the skin in moments. Lara didn't mind; she lifted her face to the clouds and let the cold, Scottish rain batter her gorgeous face before her husband grabbed her and pulled her under the umbrella. "What do you think you are doing? Are you mad?" Lara didn't have an answer. She just knew she wanted to feel the ferocity of the storm. Holding her around her soaking waist, they ran together for the door and erupted into a huge, fire-warmed hall. Her husband lowered the umbrella and handed it back to the butler with thanks. The man wondered why he had bothered when he saw how wet the woman was but nodded courteously and led them through to meet their hosts. They were show into what looked like a large library which was, once more, warmed by a large log fire. The butler introduced them by name, even though they had not told him, and they were greeted by a very elegant couple; both tall, he sitting by the fire in formal evening along with his obligatory tartan trews while she stood facing them, an elegant mistress of the castle and all she surveyed. She was dressed in a long, black evening gown and, Lara guessed, must be somewhere in her mid fifties. "Lady MacDonald," she said with a warm smile extending her hand. "I imagine you would like to freshen up after your journey. I must apologise for the weather but I am so glad you could make it." She instructed her butler to show them to their room and Lara realised she would be glad to get out of the soaking wet clothes which now clung to every inch of her gorgeous body. The laird had also seemed to notice her curves but just smiled from his place by the fire and watched them leave the room. Turning to his wife, his smile was replaced by an evil grin. "I think you'll have fun with that one." Leading them up a long, winding staircase, the butler informed them that they other guests were already preparing for dinner but they had sufficient time to shower and dress. Throwing open a heavy wood panelled door, he carried their case into their room for the night and left them to their preparations. Lara walked around the room in wonder, the walls covered in paintings which were, she imagined, originals. The room was opulent, to say the least, and Lara looked forward to seeing the rest of the castle after dinner. In any other circumstances she and her husband would have taken their time to shower and prepare for such a dinner but they didn't want to keep anyone waiting so had a quick wash then got dressed. They had been warned that this would be a "black tie" affair and so they had brought Lara's evening gown and her husband's dinner jacket as advised. Lara was excited and more than a little nervous as they made their way back down the staircase and saw the other guests, two more couples, turning their heads to greet them. She noticed that they were all a bit older than she and her husband; they were both thirty five years old while all other guests seemed to be about the same age as their hosts This time they were greeted by the laird and, taking Lara by the hand, he introduced them to the others in the room, Mr and Mrs Wallace along with Mr and Mrs Simpson. They were offered the choice of champagne or whisky, and though Lara had never tasted it before, she wanted to blend in with the other guests and was handed a heavy crystal glass with a few inches worth of the golden liquid. She sipped at it and even that tiny amount, numbed her lips and burned its way down her throat. Trying hard not to cough, her face reddened but she managed to keep it down. As they mingled among each other, Lara's fears that she would not be understood disappeared. She found that they could understand her English perfectly well and she found that the whisky made her even more confident in speaking this foreign language. If anything, she believed she was speaking it better than the other guests who were obviously locals and were continually slipping in local words and phrases that she had never heard before. As they were led through to the dinning room, her husband whispered into her ear that she should slow down on how much whisky she was drinking but Lara was enjoying herself now and the meal passed by in a blur of rich food and more alcohol. Each time she took a drink of her whisky, her glass was refilled and, when the men excused themselves to accompany the laird to his study where they would be served brandy and cigars, Lara realised she was glad she was not the one who had to stand up. All the feeling in her legs seemed to have gone and she held on to the table to make sure she didn't fall to the richly carpeted floor. "Well now that the men have gone to do whatever it is men do in my husband's study, shall we play some cards?" Mrs Wallace and Mrs Simpson seemed only too pleased to begin their parlour games and Lara simply nodded her head. Lady MacDonald was handed a deck of cards on a silver platter by one of the maids and expertly shuffled them before dealing out the cards. Lara looked on in bemusement as a few cards landed in front of her. She picked them up as her host announced they were playing poker. Lara had never played before but was too embarrassed to admit this and simply tried to follow what the others were doing and saying. Her whisky glass was filled once more and Lara began to think her husband might have been right. After a few moments, they all had to show their cards and Lara was amazed and overjoyed to find out that she had won. "Well done, dear," smiled Lady MacDonald and the other two women offered their warm congratulations. "Now, shall we make it a bit more interesting? Let's say that each time someone loses, they have to pay a forfeit? Everyone up for that?" Mrs Wallace and Mrs Simpson nodded eagerly and when Lady MacDonald looked to Lara she didn't think she could do anything but agree. After all, she had just one the first game; it seemed easy. And how difficult could the forfeits be anyway? She was dealing with a member of the aristocracy, after all, and two respectable pillars of the local community. Lara smiled back to her host and agreed to pay any forfeits that should come her way. That's when things started to go wrong. She lost the next hand very quickly and Mrs Wallace suggested that she should have to give each of them a kiss. Lara giggled at that, like a schoolgirl, struggled to her feet then walked unsteadily round the table to give the other two guests a peck on the cheek. When she came back to Lady MacDonald, however, the older woman turned her head just as Lara was about to kiss her and there lips met. The shocked woman tried to pull away but her host had grabbed her hair and she realised she was going nowhere. As the older woman kissed her passionately, Lara felt her hot tongue invading her mouth and, instinctively, she kissed her host back. Her head in a whirl, Lady MacDonald released her and she stumbled back to her seat. Her legs were like jelly but they weren't numb any more because she could feel her thighs trembling and her pussy leaking out. She had never kissed another woman before; she had never really kissed anyone but her husband before and now she was reeling from the effect that kiss had had on her. Lady MacDonald simply smiled and dealt the next hand but Lara could not concentrate for a single minute and lost before she even knew what was happening. This time it was Mrs Simpson's turn to name the forfeit and she smiled sweetly at the unsuspecting woman across the table before announcing, "I'd like to see her tits." Lara nearly laughed out loud until she looked around the table and saw that no-one else was laughing. Instead the three older women were staring at her with what could only be described as hunger in their eyes. She tried to explain that she wasn't that kind of woman and that there must be something else she could do. At that Lady MacDonald rang a bell on the table and one of the doors behind Lara burst open. She began to turn her head at the sound when her view was blocked by two maids standing behind her. Before she knew what was happening, her hands had been grasped and tied to the arms of the chair. "Please, no, let me go. Lady MacDonald what is the meaning of this? Let me go." She was trying to be strong but in her mind she was scared. She had had a lovely evening until that point. Why was it turning out so badly? She had more things to worry about though as each of the young maids pulled her black dress down over her gorgeous tits and left them there for all to see. She could see her nipples growing; she could feel the damp patch in her knickers growing too but she knew she didn't want any of this. She struggled to free herself but the more she struggled, the more her breasts shook wildly and she stopped as she realised the three older women were enjoying the show. "Now, dear, don't be a poor sport. You lost the game and had agreed to pay your forfeit so fair's fair. I must say though, you do have incredible breasts. If you agree to leave them on display during the next hand then I will allow you to be untied. If not then I'm afraid the binds will remain." Lara knew her host was paying her a compliment but it only seemed to heighten her humiliation and she tried on last time to free her arms. The two women across the tale simply stared at their topless competitor and, secretly, couldn't wait for the next hand to be dealt. There was no way Lara could agree to keep her tits out for these women to ogle at and she pleaded with her host again. "Please, ma'am. I don't do this kind of thing. Please let me cover up." In answer, Lady MacDonald dealt the next card which, seeing as she couldn't reach her cards, Lara lost. Now it was her host's turn to decide on her forfeit and Lara dreaded what was coming next. "I think I'd like to see this beauty's pussy, wouldn't you, girls?" Mrs Wallace and Mrs Simpson were practically licking their lips as they saw their host ring her tiny bell once more. Before Lara knew what was happening her high-backed chair was tipped back from behind and she felt her legs go up in the air. She gripped the arms of the chair tightly but, rather than falling back quickly, the chair was slowly eased to the floor by the same two maids who had bound her wrists. As she tried once more to escape, kicking her legs wildly, she realised that all that happened as a result was her loose-fitting dress fell backwards and soon her legs were totally exposed. "Thank you, dear, that makes things considerably easier," smiled Lady MacDonald. She signalled to her maids who grabbed one of Lara's legs each and tied them to the legs of the chair. The frightened woman looked up from the floor to see the three older women towering above her. "Now let's have a look, shall we?" The three women stood back as the maids rustled Lara's dress around her waist and exposed her tiny knickers. The tiny white thong elicited a gasp of pleasure from Mrs Wallace and Mrs Simpson. One of the maids, a pretty young thing with blonde curls escaping her maid's cap, leaned forward and took hold of Lara's only protection. "No!" she screamed. "Leave me alone! Please don't do that!" But her position was helpless and her resistance was futile. Tugging back the tiny piece of white cotton, the maid revealed Lara's moist pussy and she blushed in embarrassment. She couldn't believe the evening had turned out like this, topless and showing off her pussy. "Very nice, dear; very nice indeed. Time for another hand, ladies," and the three women retook their seats at the table, continuing with their game. Lara lost, obviously, as she was still tied to the chair which was still lying on the floor and couldn't even see the cards that were pointlessly dealt her. "My turn, my turn!" shrieked Mrs Wallace like an excited schoolgirl. "I want to see her lying on the floor." Lara thought about that one for a moment. After being forced to expose her gorgeous tits and after having the three women, not forgetting the two maids, have a good stare at her pussy, lying on the floor didn't seem like too much of a problem. She really shouldn't have had so much whisky. "Well, my dear, do you agree? If we untie you, will you lie on the carpet as Mrs Wallace has asked?" Lara would have agreed to almost anything to be released from her binds so that she could cover her breasts again and force the maid to remove her hand from her knickers. She nodded and she got her wish. Her chair was righted, her arms released and, as the maids undid the ties at her ankles, she pulled her dress back up over her chest. How she wished she had worn a bra tonight but it was too late to worry about that now. Getting unsteadily to her feet, she lay down behind her chair on the thick carpet and wondered why such a strange request had been made. She was about to find out. It was actually quite comfortable lying there on the thick carpet and Lara again began to feel the effects of the whisky washing over her. Just as she began to relax, however, the two maids pinned her to the floor, holding her shoulders firmly against the carpet and Lara found she could not move her upper body once more. Looking up, frightened, she saw Mrs Wallace approach, smiling, but it was not a smile that Lara cared to see. The older woman was hitching up her long dress and stood with her feet planted on either side of her captive. The poor woman could see the Scottish pillar of society's large knickers and feared what was to come next. She didn't have long to wait. Mrs Wallace knelt down on top of their guest, her knees placed either side of Lara's head, her large arse sitting on the Spanish woman's chest, and pulled her sopping knickers to the side. Lara tried hard not to look at the woman's hairy cunt but her long hair was trapped by her captor's knees and she couldn't turn her head more than an inch in either direction. "Now, my dear, if you would be so kind, I want you to make me cum." "No, please, no. I've never done that to another woman. Please don't make me. Please!" Once again she heard the tinkle of Lady MacDonald's table bell and the two maids approached their prisoner. Lara was trapped but, when she felt the two younger women tugging at her dress, she struggled with all her might. Mrs Wallace, though, was a heavy woman, solid, and she was not going to be dislodged by Lara's efforts alone. Trying hard not to give her tormenters the satisfaction of seeing her cry, Lara stopped thrashing around and could do nothing to stop herself being undressed. She was still determined not to lick this old woman but Lady MacDonald had other ideas and ordered her maids to get into their new position. After fully removing their prisoner's dress and tossing it aside, they lay down on either side of the Spanish woman. Each taking one of her luscious breasts, they held them in their hands before bending their heads to lick Lara's lovely nipples. The maids smiled at each other over the body of the prone woman, sucking on her hard nipples, enjoying every moment of their evening's "duties". Lara loved having her nipples sucked but not like this, not by two strangers, not by two women, not with another woman's pussy inches from her mouth. She was grateful only that her knickers were still in place but she knew that the tiny white thong she had chosen for tonight wasn't covering much, especially as she also knew it was soaking wet. Once again, though, Lady MacDonald took control of the situation. "Now, my dear, be a sweet and do what you have been asked. If you don't, then Mrs Simpson will have to lick your pussy." The other dinner guest appeared at Mrs Wallace's shoulders, grinning down at their captive companion; she didn't seem too upset at the thought of tasting Lara's sweet juices. In fact, she looked as if she was going to do it whether Lara did what she was told or not. "Please, ma'am, please. I've never done anything like this before. Please don't make me. Don't make me lick another woman." Taking this as a refusal to comply with the rules of the game, Lady MacDonald knelt down between Lara's smooth legs and, putting her fingers under the waistband of the poor woman's soaking knickers, she pulled them down with one single tug. Lifting them over Lara's helpless feet, the lady of the castle took a moment to savour the sight once again of the Spanish woman's gorgeous pussy, looking forward to the time when it was her turn to taste it. As the maids continued to suck and play with Lara's fully erect nipples, Lara knew that she was becoming aroused. She could no longer control her naked body and she shivered at the thought of Mrs Simpson and Lady MacDonald peering down at her pussy. With every second that passed, she could feel her arousal building, and she was shocked and ashamed that it was other women who were having this effect on her. Still refusing to even look at Mrs Wallace's pussy as she tried to rub her juices over Lara's chin and firmly closed mouth, she felt her legs being lifted and then lowered again, aware that someone was now between her legs, their mouth inches from her pussy. "Last chance, my dear; are you going to eat Mrs Wallace for us?" When Lara shut her eyes and refused to even answer, Lady MacDonald smiled to her accomplice and gave her assent. She felt the other woman wrap her arms around her legs in front of her shoulders, kissing her on each of her smooth thighs and caused Lara to struggle once more. With Mrs Wallace sitting on her chest, the maids holding her down as well as playing with her breasts and Mrs Simpson now holding down her legs she realised, in dismay, that she was going nowhere. And yet, what Mrs Simpson was doing felt incredible. The woman's wet tongue licked up and down their prisoner's trembling thighs, causing Lara to moan in unwelcome pleasure. She knew that her body was betraying her again; she knew the noises coming from her mouth were telling her captors lies but she knew, more than anything else, that she was not going to escape this female rape. Lara on Holiday Ch. 01 Her breathing was becoming faster and shallow the more the women attacked her helpless body. Her legs were becoming weaker by the minute and they now flopped over Mrs Simpson's shoulders, unable to resist what the Scottish women were doing to her. Worse was to come. Mrs Simpson was amazed at the copious juices flowing from her new lover but was even more amazed and pleased by the strong aroma those juices were enticing her with. She could not see the Spanish woman's face but she knew her prisoner's body was certainly enjoying what she and her friends were doing. Lara couldn't believe her body was responding to this assault. Every thought in her mind was screaming, "No!", but every cell in her body was telling the other women, "YES!" The tongue that was tormenting her was doing things to her that no-one else had ever done and she knew this wasn't the first time Mrs Simpson had licked another woman's pussy. She couldn't believe that she was being forced to do this and, what was even worse, that she was being forced to enjoy it. Mrs Simpson was indeed an expert in eating pussy and the moans of pleasure, not to mention the flowing juices, told her all she needed to know about how the younger woman was responding. Now, she decided, was the time to move in and began to lick her way, slowly, up and down Lara's dripping slit. Up and down, up and down; she was insatiable and Lara's legs and body were now trying to thrash about in pleasure as well as torment. Sliding her tongue up one last time, she stopped, her face covered with Lara's juices, her tongue doing its best to lick them all. Lara, on the other hand, knew this was wrong. She had never been attracted to other women; she enjoyed sex with her husband, even if it left her a little unfulfilled. Yet, here she was, feeling things she had never felt before, unable to stop her body involuntarily thrusting upward against the other woman's skilful tongue Peeling back the Spanish's woman's protective hood, Mrs Simpson looked down and smiled as her sexy prisoner's clit popped out. Not wanting to tease Lara any further she swirled her tongue around the beautiful clit then kissed it. Wrapping her lips tightly around it, she sucked, hard, while flicking it with her tongue. Lara screamed as her body rose from the carpet, desperate to escape this soft weapon, desperate to give herself to it. She had no choice. She started to cum as her pleasure washed over her like a wave, a wave that coursed through her body, a wave that tortured her innocent mind, a wave that made her feel as if she had floated away. She had no control. Her thighs squashed Mrs Simpson's head but still the tongue continued. Mrs Simpson knew what she was doing; she kept a firm hold of her young captive's thighs as Lara's body arched away from the maids and forced her pussy harder against her torturer. When she finally recovered and was able to open her eyes, the first thing she saw was Mrs Wallace's hairy pussy waiting to be licked. Lara nearly cried in despair, wondering if this night would ever end. Lady MacDonald watched her beautiful prisoner recover after cumming and realised her own knickers were as wet as she could remember them ever being. She secretly hoped that Lara would continue to refuse to lick Mrs Wallace as it was her chance next to play with their dinner guest. "Well, my dear; are you ready to pay your forfeit now?" Lara could only move her head minutely but she managed to shake her head slightly. She knew she had been forced to cum on another woman's tongue but there was nothing they could do to force her to do the same for the older woman sitting on her chest. She was about to find out how wrong she was. She heard some rustling behind Mrs Wallace's back but she could see nothing. The maids had released her for a moment but she still couldn't move, so weak was she after her orgasm that the weight of the woman exposing her pussy to her was an immovable object. Realising that whatever else was going on in the room, she wasn't being attacked; she began to relax just a little when there was a flurry of movement just out of her field of vision. What she saw when the women reappeared terrified the life out of her and almost made her wish she had licked this older woman's cunt and been allowed to escape. Almost. Lady MacDonald looked down on her once more but this time the elegant Scottish lady was naked, naked except for one thing, a leather harness tied around her waist and hips, supporting the biggest plastic cock Lara had ever seen. The poor woman stared at it in horror, her position on the floor making it look even more threatening. She couldn't see that half of the dildo was already inside Lady MacDonald's pussy and the aristocrat couldn't wait to begin fucking the young beauty on the floor below her. She had considered using some lubrication but looking at the Spanish woman's sopping cunt she knew it wouldn't be necessary. "Please don't do this; please Lady MacDonald; please let me go," Lara pleaded once more when her hostess disappeared behind Mrs Wallace's back and she knew where she was headed. Lara was used to using dildos and vibrators but never had she seen one so big. She had certainly never been fucked by one this size and the thought of it stretching her was terrifying. "Relax, my dear. You are about to be fucked like you've never been fucked before." Lara didn't know if it was the inherent threat in Lady MacDonald's words or just hearing these crude words coming from the mouth of such a sophisticated woman but she knew this was wrong and tried one last time to throw off her captor. Mrs Wallace just smiled benevolently at her and invited her once more to taste the first pussy of her life. As Lara refused, she could feel the cock pressing against her pussy lips. This time the maids were holding her legs apart as Lady MacDonald got into position between them. She leaned forward and guided her big cock to its target. Spreading around the sexy woman's juices with her plastic dick, she forced her way into Lara's reluctant, welcoming pussy. Lara cried in humiliation and pain as she was stretched beyond anything she had ever experienced before. Slowly, as Lady MacDonald thrust deeper and deeper, the pain began to ease off as her own juices helped it on its way; but her humiliation at being fucked by another woman in this way could not be eased, even by the pleasant feelings the huge cock was stirring in her cunt. It seemed to be finding new areas of pleasure and Lara nearly cried in shame when she knew her body was responding once more to being fucked. Lady MacDonald could feel her victim's pussy relaxing and pushed forward once more, burying her cock deeper into her new lover as well as herself. She had never wanted one of her guests so much and she knew she was going to give this gorgeous woman the orgasm of her life. She couldn't see Lara's face but she could hear the wet noises from her captive's pussy and she could hear the moans of pleasure. Lara couldn't believe what was happening to her. Lady MacDonald's huge cock was being driven deeper and deeper into her unwilling body but, instead of hurting her, it was touching places inside her that had never been touched. She couldn't help the moans that were escaping her lips and every time she tried to beg for mercy, Lady MacDonald pushed deeper into her and her pleas turned to sighs. She had never felt anything like it. Soon, the Lady laird was buried deep inside her guest and she signalled to her two maids to come forward. The young girls knew exactly what their mistress wanted, even before she told them and they were desperate to get in on the act again. The lifted Lara's legs and bent them back towards her head, allowing Lady MacDonald to push in even deeper. As they looked down on their prisoner's face, they could see that she was lost in a confusion of lust and shame but, when they released her legs, Lara wrapped her legs around her rapist's hips and, lifting her hips, fucked back to feel the plastic cock ravaging her cunt. She couldn't believe what she was doing but she knew she was feeling pleasure the likes of which she had never felt. She hated these women for forcing her into these depraved perversions but she knew she was getting to the point yet again when she just wanted to cum. She hated herself too; she hated her body for betraying her like this but she could do nothing to control it. As her orgasm approached rapidly, she knew there was only one thing she could do. She lifted her head and forced herself to taste a woman's pussy for the first time. She despised herself from doing it but loved the taste. As Mrs Wallace shrieked in delight, she ground her cunt down onto Lara's beautiful face, smearing her juices all over her younger victim's mouth and chin. Lara thought that would be the end of it but Lady MacDonald cried out that she would stop fucking her when she made the other dinner guest cum. Lara knew she had no choice. She raised her head still higher from the thick carpet and began to suck on Mrs Wallace's clit as Lady MacDonald ploughed deeper and deeper into her. She couldn't believe how much the poor Spanish woman was taking in but she was sure they were all about to cum very soon. Lara knew she didn't have much time left before she came again and she did her best to make it happen to Mrs Wallace first so she could finally be released. But her hips were now automatically thrusting up just as fast as Lady MacDonald was pushing down and the race was on to see who would cum first. Her body was betraying her once more and she could no longer hide how much it was enjoying being fucked. Lady MacDonald smiled to herself as she saw her prisoner below reacting and she increased her efforts, forcing the double-headed dildo deeper into her own throbbing cunt at the same time. Mrs Wallace was close too and grasped the back of Lara's head directing her reluctant lover's tongue to exactly where she wanted it. Finally the woman who had patiently waited to feel Lara's wet tongue on her pussy lips was the first to arch her back and yell, "Yes! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" She held Lara's face to her pussy, squirting the poor woman with her copious juices as Lady MacDonald followed her lead and began to cum on her end of her plastic cock. And Lara could do nothing to stop her own body doing the same, her own orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave, her body trembling in shame and lust. When she awoke, she was naked and alone. She slipped on her dress but could not find her underwear anywhere. Her trembling legs somehow carried her back to her bedroom where she found her husband already asleep and Lara gave thanks for small mercies. Lara on Holiday Ch. 02 A slight noise woke Lara from a fitful sleep. She had spent the night tossing and turning as the events of the previous evening kept invading her dreams. She couldn't believe she had been treated so badly by her hostess, Lady MacDonald, and by the other guests. She was sure they had plied her with whisky knowing exactly what they were going to do to her. She shuddered at the memory of being stripped by these women, of cumming on another woman's tongue, of the amazingly horrible sensations of the maids sucking on her nipples, of Lady MacDonald fucking her with her huge strap-on and, worst of all, of finally being forced to lick another's woman's pussy for the very first time and being unable to stop this older woman cumming in her mouth. Even though her orgasms last night had been bigger, more intense than anything she had ever experienced before, she could feel the shame of her actions burning in her very soul and she knew she would never be able to confess to her husband or to the saintly priest she visited every week. She was not the kind of woman who behaved like this and she consoled herself with the fact that she would never have done any of it if she hadn't been more than a little drunk and if she hadn't been forced to do what she did. She raised her aching head, the after effects of the whisky still pounding in her skull, wondering what had woken her. It was then she noticed the large envelope lying just inside the door. She slipped out of bed, unwilling to disturb her sleeping husband, and walked slowly to the door. She opened it silently to see if there was anyone there but the long, dark corridor was empty. Closing the door behind her, she bent to pick up the envelope, suddenly remembering that her knickers had been stolen last night and she had slipped into bed without replacing them. Her short nightdress crept up the back of her thighs and she blushed as she became aware of her nakedness underneath. Turning over the envelope, she read the words written upon its front but they didn't make any sense to her. "Unless you want your husband to see these and the others I have, be in my study in ten minutes." There was no name, no signature but all Lara could think was she only knew of the one study in this old castle, the ornate room where she had first met her host and his wife, the unscrupulous Lady MacDonald. With trembling hands she opened the envelope and peered inside. There seemed to be two large photographs contained within and she hesitantly withdrew them. At that moment Lara's life changed as she looked down on a very explicit photo of her licking Mrs Wallace's hairy pussy. It was a very good close up which allowed no misunderstanding that it was showing this poor Spanish woman with her tongue deep inside another woman's cunt. Lara nearly collapsed to the floor as her heart missed a beat and she struggled to breathe. How could this be happening to her? What had she done to deserve this? She was a good woman, a good wife. Why were they doing this to her? All she could think now was she had to retrace her steps from last night, find the study and find out who was blackmailing her. She very quickly and very quietly opened her case, pulled on a pair of her usual skimpy knickers, a pair of jeans and replaced her nightie with a white T-shirt. Slipping her feet into the first pair of shoes she could find, she opened the door once more and made her way out into the corridor, praying that she would be back before her husband awoke. Practically running down the stairs then along yet another wood panelled corridor, she threw open the door to the study and was faced by the laird, sitting at his desk, evidently very busy as he studied something on his desk. Looking up at her unannounced arrival, he smiled kindly to her and motioned for her to come closer. "Come in, dear; I have something to show you." Not willing to believe that this seemingly kindly man of about fifty could be responsible for the photographs, she edged forward, looking around the room nervously. The room was as richly furnished as the rest of the castle but it was quite clear that they were alone. She looked back to her host but then nearly cried out in alarm. What he was studying so intently was even more photographs of her depraved behaviour from the night before. Spread out before him were lurid photos of Mrs Simpson licking her pussy, of the maids sucking her tits, of Lady MacDonald, his own wife, fucking her and herself with the double ended strap-on. Lara thought she was going to faint before the laird rushed round from his desk and eased her into a high backed chair. "You do take a wonderful photo, my dear, and I can't wait to show you the video. My wife is just completing the final editing then it will be ready to show your husband." Lara couldn't believe this was happening to her. Each of the photos had been framed in such a way that it looked like she was enjoying every minute of what had happened after dinner last night. It was obvious in more than one that she was cumming, her head thrown back, her dark hair wild in the throes of passion and her eyes glazed with lust. All she could think was, "There's a video?" The laird had returned to his seat and was smiling back at her across his huge oak desk. Seeming to forget she was there for a minute, he foraged among the pile of photographs and then produced the one he had been looking for. "This is my favourite. Do you like it?" Lara could barely force herself to look at the photo but she knew instantly what was on it. It had obviously been taken from behind her head and showed Mrs Wallace cumming on her face, Lady MacDonald cumming as she fucked her guest and Lara cumming as she was fucked liked she had never been fucked before. Tears started to brim in her eyes as she realised she was at the mercy of this evil, smiling man. "Oh, don't cry, my dear. There's no need for tears. Here take my handkerchief. Wipe those beautiful eyes. We can sort this out. Don't worry." For the first time that morning Lara dared to hope that there might be a way out of this nightmare, that maybe her husband would never find out about last night's events and that she could return home, never to visit this accursed country ever again. "There that's better. Now let me explain. It is quite obvious that you had a wonderful time last night, no, don't interrupt, dear. All you need to do is entertain myself and my friends as well as you entertained my wife and her guests and we can destroy these photos, and the video, and no-one need ever know. What do you say?" Lara didn't know what to say. She wanted to scream at this man and tell him she would never agree to do what he wanted but knew she couldn't. She wanted to tell her husband all about the abuse she had suffered but knew she couldn't. She wanted to run from this room, this castle, this country and never return but knew she couldn't. Instead, she pleaded. "Please, sir, I'm not the kind of woman who does these things. Your wife forced me last night. She raped me! Please, sir. Let me go. Please don't tell my husband." "Now, now, my dear; you don't need to get so upset. I promise you, everything you do this afternoon will please you more than you have ever known. My friends and I will take very special care of you. Or do you really want me to show your husband these photos? My wife was thinking about posting your video on the net; would you like that?" Lara knew she was trapped. She knew she could never let her husband see the photos. She knew she could never allow the video to be posted for anyone to see. She knew she had to do exactly what this evil, smiling man wanted. She tried to stifle a sob, hung her head and whispered, "I'll do what you want." "Lovely, my dear; now, it's just you and me here for the moment so why don't we start slowly and have you take off your T-shirt?" She stood there, her head lowered, wondering how she had ever got into this position, wondering how she would ever get out of it. Realising she was about to be topless in front of a man who was neither her husband nor her doctor for the first time ever, she took a deep breath and lifted her white cotton top over head. She instantly regretted not taking the time to put on a bra before she rushed from the bedroom but the laird was overjoyed at the sight of the beautiful Spanish woman's incredible breasts. He knew his cock was already rock hard within his trousers but he forced himself to prolong this wonderful experience and to prolong Lara's humiliation. She had dropped her T-shirt to the floor and stood there, her arms by her side, knowing it was pointless trying to cover her naked breasts. She realised that she was going to be forced to strip off all her clothes and tried to tell herself that the sooner she did as she was told, the sooner she would be released. "Take off your jeans, dear. I can't wait to see your knickers." Lara blushed as she knew she was wearing the skimpiest white thong she possessed but, even worse than that, she knew that the small piece of cloth covering her pussy was already becoming moist as her cunt responded yet again to her latest shame. She opened the button on her waistband and lowered the zip. As she wiggled her hips to slide her denims down, her breasts wobbled and the laird sat back, drinking in every moment. He knew the room wasn't cold so it wasn't the temperature that was making her nipples stand out and he was sure he could see the hint of a damp spot in her crotch. Stepping out of her jeans, Lara straightened up and dared to look at the man smiling from behind his desk. "Your knickers, please, my dear; let me have them." Her face burned red once more as she slowly, reluctantly, took her tiny knickers by the hand and lowered them down her slender legs. Inch by inch, she lowered them until the thin strip of pubic hair above her pussy was completely visible. When she could no longer reach without bending over she stooped down and swiftly removed them completely before standing up. As she straightened up again she saw the laird was holding out his hand. Her tears nearly fell from her eyes as she walked over to the desk and dropped her gift into his outstretched hand. Stepping back at his signal, he looked her in the eye before allowing his hungry gaze to travel down to her wonderful breasts and then, even further down, to her pussy. Twirling his fingers, the poor woman did as she was told, turning slowly round, feeling his eyes on every inch of her. She was amazed but no longer surprised to feel her pussy tingle with excitement and her nipples stiffen. By the time she had turned back round to face him, the laird had raised her white thong, turned it inside out and was sniffing her arousal that was all too obvious on the tiny garment. Looking up, staring straight into her tear-filled eyes once more, his mouth opened and he ran his tongue up and down the piece of cloth that moments before had been pressed against her moist slit. She suffered in her shame once more but she knew worse was to follow. "Lovely, my dear; absolutely lovely. You look beautiful and taste even better. Now come closer so I can get an even better look." Lara knew he was paying her a compliment but standing naked in this stranger's study it was hard to be pleased about it. She walked around his desk and, as he pushed his chair back, she stood facing her, her bottom cheeks pressing against the hard wood of the desk. "Very good, my dear; now lie down on the desk." Lara lay across the explicit photos of last night's events and tried to preserve some modesty by keeping her knees together, her legs tightly closed. "Open your legs, my dear." Lara felt her face blush red as she stared at the ceiling but she also felt her pussy begin to moisten again and she cursed her body for being so responsive. She tried to force herself to relax but how could she? How could she lie in front of a stranger and open her legs before him, his face only inches from her? How could she allow him to see the arousal that would be all too evident on her pussy lips? She was a good woman; she didn't do these things. Why was he forcing her? He saw the struggle taking place within his younger guest and decided to help. He stood up and, towering above her, smiled benignly before placing his hands between her knees. Slowing but surely he eased the poor woman's knees apart and Lara could no longer hold back the tears as her wet pussy was exposed to this aristocratic gentleman. Her pussy was smooth, shaven, with just a small strip of hair above her lips. The laird thought it was the most beautiful cunt he had seen in a long time and certainly one of the wettest. Slowly and gently he pushed her legs wider apart, exposing her full beauty to his hungry eyes. She could feel the power of his gaze and blushed fiercely, knowing her lips were leaking even more with each minute that passed. As he passed her legs to her for the poor woman to hold herself open, he sat back down and savoured the sight of not only her gorgeous pussy but her tight arsehole too. She knew what was coming next but still jumped when she felt his finger touch her wet slit, sliding it up and down, smearing her with her own juices. She shuddered in embarrassment and shuddered at the delicate touch of a man who knew exactly what he was doing. Teasing her, he ran his finger up and down the outside of her lips, making her squirm, and he hadn't even touched her clit yet. The laird was desperate to touch her with more than just a finger but, again he reminded himself, this would be so much better if he prolonged her seduction. Trying hard to control herself, Lara gasped when she felt the laird's finger slide deep inside her at the very moment he bent down and touched her throbbing clit with his tongue. She knew where this was taking her and wept at the loss of control but she could do nothing to stop him and nothing to stop her body either. The laird smiled inwardly to himself as he heard the first of his new lover's reluctant moans of pleasure escaping her lips. Still driving his finger in and out of her dripping pussy, he reached up with his other hand and began to play with each of her nipples in turn. They were as hard as pebbles and he rejoiced in being able to take hold of them and pulling them forcefully. Lara squealed as every sensitive part of her body was tormented. It seemed as if she was being attacked by a gang of men instead of just one. She trembled as his hot breath teased her pussy beyond endurance and the laird squeezed another finger deeper inside her. She had never been subjected to such an expert tongue and her pleasure was matched only by her shame. Her orgasm hit her and washed over her like an ocean wave, over and over again as the laird's tongue lashed her swollen clit. Her whole body shook fiercely as she dropped her legs and instinctively trapped him between her quivering thighs. She screamed so loudly she was sure she must waken the rest of the castle but she was no longer in control and could not have stopped any of this unwelcome pleasure. As she slowly recovered and realised that everything had gone quiet because her own mouth was now closed, she relaxed her legs and the laird lifted his juice soaked face, looking her straight in the eye as his peerless tongue licked her copious juices form his lips. "That was lovely, my dear; you taste absolutely delicious. Now didn't I promise you would enjoy yourself? That was quite a performance you put on." Once more Lara knew he was paying her some sort of compliment but all she could think was that she was lying naked in front of a virtual stranger and she had just cum all over his face. Her shame knew no bounds and her tears began to flow once more. "No, no, my dear, you musn't cry. Here, let me help you up." He took her gently by the hand and raised her to an upright position but Lara was immediately aware once more that she was still sitting, naked, on a desktop covered with photos of her in various compromising positions, her pussy continuing to leak on to them. Her only advantage now was that she could close her legs and jump down from the desk but, as she did so, she was horrified to see the bulge stretching the front of the laird's tartan trews. Her host followed her gaze and smiled kindly at her alarm. "I suppose it's my turn now. Would you mind, my dear?" With that he gently but firmly took hold of her by the shoulders and pressed her down to the richly carpeted floor. Lara knew what she had to do, knew she had no choice, knew she could not allow her husband to see those juice-soaked photos, but still she looked imploringly as she began to open his trousers. Beseeching him in vain, she continued to look up at him as she reached for the top of his trousers. She struggled with the button on the waistband and found to her surprise there was no zip, only more buttons instead. Hoping against hope that he would take pity on her, she stopped when the laird's thick trousers slid to the floor but, when she saw the size of the bulge in his boxers, she knew there was to be no escape. Taking a deep breath, she lifted them up and over the head of his stiff cock, desperate to look anywhere but straight at the erection in front of her eyes. So close to it, it looked huge and Lara shivered in fear and anticipation. The laird looked down kindly at the frightened woman and gently took a hold of her thick, dark hair, pulling her mouth inexorably closer to his cock. "I'm sure you know what to do, my dear. I made you cum now you can do the same for me." If she had been anywhere else, Lara would have been delighted to suck her tormentor's fat cock but here, on her knees in front of him, his cock throbbing inches from her mouth, she was filled with disgust as her pussy began to leak again. He took a firmer grip of her hair and pulled her head even closer. She had no choice but to open her mouth and to allow his cock entry. She knew that all she could do was hopefully finish him off quickly and hope that this would be enough. She loved sucking her husband's cock but this was different, this was humiliating, this was more exciting than anything that had happened to her so far. His hips thrust forward, his hard cock sliding into her mouth, forcing her to deal with his invasion. Using his hold on her hair as a grip, he moved her unwilling mouth back and forth along his eager dick. Instinctively she sucked, he was giving her no other option, but still she looked up, pleading with her eyes. All he saw was the beauty's dark eyes, her lips stretched around him, his cock sliding deeper and deeper into her warm mouth. Placing both hands now on the back of her head, he took total control of her movements. Gripping her tightly, he pushed ever deeper, ever faster, smiling when he touched the back of her throat and felt her gag. She knew how to do this but she didn't want to. His cock, though, was too insistent; his threat too real. She forced herself to swallow, forced herself to accept what was going to happen, forced herself to allow him down her tight throat. She hated everything about this. She hated being naked in front of him; she hated being on her knees in such a submissive position; she hated being forced to suck his cock; she hated feeling his coarse hair rub against her nose and his heavy balls slap against her chin. And she hated the fact that her pussy was leaking even more. Even though she had sucked her husband's cock many times, even though he had cum before in her mouth and over her face, even though she had learned to swallow his spunk and drink it down, she still felt herself gagging when the first shot of the laird's spunk filled her mouth. She swallowed involuntarily, reluctantly, but she swallowed and her tormentor looked down at her, smiling, pleased that she was such an excellent cock-sucker. Lara on Holiday Ch. 02 Slowly, as he felt himself getting soft in her warm mouth, he withdrew and wiped the last few drops along her mouth, pleased that she stuck out her tongue to lick them up without needing to be told. He thought she was incredibly sexy, kneeling there on the thick carpet before him, his spunk still coating her mouth, her eyes wide with lust and shame. "Thank you my dear; that was lovely. Now why don't you get dressed again and go back to your room. I want you to have a shower, put on your sexiest outfit and then wait for me. My butler will come for you when everything is ready. And don't worry about your husband. We gave him a little extra something in his whisky last night; he won't wake for a good few hours yet." As he was telling her this he had replaced his cock in his trousers and covered himself once more. Sitting back down at his desk, he returned to his examination of Lara's photos, purring over them like the cat that had got the cream. She, on the other hand, shivered in humiliation and stayed long enough only to pull on her T-shirt and jeans. She knew there was no point in asking the horrible man for the return of her knickers. She ran from the room, back to her bedroom, only to discover her husband was still fast asleep. She tried to rouse him but he was out for the count. No matter how hard she shook him he refused to wake up. Weeping to herself, she forced herself into the en-suite bathroom and brushed her teeth repeatedly; still she could taste the laird's cock and spunk. Turning on the shower, she turned up the thermostat as high as she could stand and scrubbed herself clean. But the more she scrubbed, the more she thought about last night, the more she thought about what she had just done and the more she thought about the laird's promise to "get everything ready", the more her pussy tingled and leaked. She got out of the shower and dried herself. She didn't know what she could put on. The only dress she had with her was the one she had worn last night. The only underwear she had left in her small suitcase was the matching red, satin bra and knickers which she had brought as a special surprise for her husband. Knowing her position was hopeless, she dressed herself quickly, put on her make up and waited her summons. She didn't have long to wait before there was a knock on the door but it was long enough for her pussy to soak her knickers once more as she sat on the edge of the bed and awaited her fate. Taking all the courage she had just to answer the door, she followed the butler to a part of the castle she had not seen before. He stopped at another large wooden door and knocked before opening it for her and ushering her in. She practically stumbled into the room to her fate and suddenly found herself in the biggest, grandest bedroom she had ever seen, that of Laird and Lady MacDonald. She would have loved the time to walk around her elegant torture chamber but she was stunned when she was greeted by the ladies from last night as well as their husbands. They were gathered around a large TV screen and, when Lady MacDonald rose to meet her, she saw that they were glued to the video of last night's events, the video of her being abused by these women and the maids, the video of her cumming as they fucked her pussy while she was forced to lick a woman's cunt for the very first time. "Doesn't it look wonderful, my dear?" smiled Lady MacDonald as she took her by the hand and drew her into the middle of the group. Lara couldn't tear her eyes from the huge screen and had to admit, if it wasn't her own rape she was watching she would have been incredibly turned on. It didn't look like rape, however, and the poor woman knew it had been carefully edited to show her as a willing victim, an enthusiastic participant. Lady MacDonald kept a firm grip of her arm but she knew she was going nowhere. If anyone she knew, her husband or anyone else, ever saw this video her life would be ruined. Her knickers had never been so wet. Almost without noticing it, Lara realised she was now surrounded. The other guests had gathered around her and she knew she was in trouble. She was startled when someone from behind her reached up and stroked her hair but, very soon, she could feel hands all over her. She closed her eyes, unwilling to know who was doing what and surrendered herself to her lot The hands were everywhere; some gentle, others less so. She could feel them stroking her cheeks, brushing along her lips; she could feel them touching her breasts, squeezing them, fondling them. She could feel them cupping her bottom cheeks, caressing them, almost lovingly. Finally, she felt one running up her smooth thigh, lingering, before moving to her knickers. It seemed to tease her as she felt a finger tracing the outline of her stained knickers before it moved down to between her legs and stroked her pussy. There was a momentary halt and Lara opened her eyes to see the group gathered in front of her as Lady MacDonald held up her dress and pointed out to her guests how wet their plaything's knickers were and how ready she was for their games. Lara could see the smiles of the others, could hear their murmurs of approval, could feel her knickers being pushed against her wet slit by the insistent, skillfull finger of her hostess. She blushed once more in her humiliation but, as her dress was dropped, allowed herself to be taken by the hand as Mr and Mrs Wallace led her to the side of the huge four poster bed which dominated the room. The older couple turned her round to face the hungry eyes of the others and proceeded to undress her. Lara nearly cried in shame as Mrs Wallace moved behind her, slipped her dress down off her shoulders and revealed her red bra to her own husband and their assembled friends. Mr Wallace smiled to his wife and to their young Spanish toy as he watched his wife undo the clasp on Lara's bra to reveal her gorgeous breasts. He bent forward slightly to run his wet tongue around her nipples, feeling them grow as he moved from one to the other, licking and sucking. His wife, meanwhile, was also busy; kneeling behind Lara, she tugged their captive's dress down over her hips and presented an almost naked woman to the others. Mr and Mrs Simpson turned to each other and smiled as they saw that the damp patch on Lara's red knickers was even bigger than a moment before and they knew her shame and her arousal were growing. As Mr Wallace leaned down to lift her legs from the dress which now pooled around her ankles, Lara shuddered in lust and fear at what was to happen next, at the touch of his hands running up her slender legs and at the ominous presence of his wife behind her, so close she could feel the other woman playing with her bottom. "I want you to climb on to the bed for us now, dear," was the instruction from the Laird. He had so far been quiet but Lara knew she had no option but to obey. "On your knees, please, bent forward, with your hands stretched out in front of you." He said it so kindly that he might have been showing her round his castle instead of ordering her on to his bed for he and his wife, not to mention their four friends, to use her in any way they liked. Lara still had her juice-soaked knickers on but she didn't think they were going to stay on for very long. As she got into position on the bed, she felt the satin stretch across her beautiful arse and the cotton gusset push even more tightly against her dripping pussy. She loved getting into this position for her husband but something told her she wasn't going to enjoy it here, on this bed, with these people, not knowing what they were going to do to her next. She had been so concerned with doing as she was told she didn't notice the silk scarves hanging from the headboard and, as Mr and Mrs Wallace climbed on to the bed on either side of her, her arms were pulled further forward, her wrists tightly secured by the scarves. Her head was now pulled further down and her arse seemed even more vulnerable, even more exposed, covered only in the red satin. "She has such a delightful bottom, don't you think, my dear?" asked the older woman as she gently ran her hand over Lara's defenceless bum. "She certainly does but I think it's time to see it in the flesh, don't you?" answered her husband. With that his wife stopped playing with Lara's round cheeks and watched mesmerised as her husband smoothed the red knickers down over the poor woman's round cheeks. He had to practically peel them from her pussy, so wet had her pussy made them, but the gentleman didn't seem to mind. He didn't mind at all and, in fact, relished the way the material was stained to an even deeper shade of red. If he had been looking at Lara's face at that moment he would have seen that her cheeks were blushing just as red and she wondered why it was that each new humiliation caused her body to become even more aroused. As the others gathered round the foot of the bed, Lara was aware that they would be able to see very clearly how wet she was but, also, in this position, with her bottom cheeks spread wide, they would be able to see her dirtiest hole and she tried to hide her face in the luxuriant pillows to hide her shame and her tears. What she heard next, though, caused her to lift her head once more. "Shouldn't we spank her for getting her knickers so wet?" suggested the grinning Mrs Wallace. "Oh, please, no, please. Don't do that! I can't help it. My pussy has a mind of its own. I didn't mean to get so wet. Please don't spank me." "Now, now, my dear; I think it's an excellent suggestion. You have been a bad girl. Doing all the things you did last night and now wetting your knickers again. Yes! Let's see if Mr and Mrs Wallace can turn those cheeks red." Lara sobbed openly now when the Laird gave his approval of the Wallaces' plan to spank her. It was something her husband occasionally did when they were feeling particularly playful but somehow she didn't think this was going to be playful. The first smack came from Mr Wallace, hard and fast, making her body jerk forward and her mouth scream in pain. The second, obviously from Mrs Wallace, landed on her other cheek and was much more gentle, almost enjoyable, and Lara's body involuntarily twisted towards the woman and away from her husband. He, however, was not to be denied his fun and pulled her hips back towards him before his second blow landed on the exact spot his first one had. The others at the foot of the bed smiled in pleasure as they saw the pink tinge begin to rise in the poor woman's upturned cheeks. Lara was almost looking forward to Mrs Wallace's second strike when something hard and solid landed on her cheek instead. She looked round in agony and saw her tormentor was now armed with a heavy wooden hairbrush that she had lifted from Lady MacDonald's bedside table. The older woman smiled at her as if she was doing her a favour instead of punishing her for something she could not control. The noise of the blows raining down on her poor bottom filled the room, drowning out her sobs and the murmurs of approval from her aristocratic audience. Her cheeks had instinctively tightened but this just seemed to make the pain even worse and she forced herself to relax her bottom as she gripped the bed sheets between her grasping fingers. The insistent slaps to her bottom were inescapable and she felt a heat growing in her cheeks beneath them. She sobbed in pain and humiliation even more when she realised there was a heat growing in her pussy too and, once more, she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. What she wouldn't give to feel something invading her cunt right now but not like this, not in front of these strangers and not with her poor bum being so severely punished. Her body continued to jerk beneath the blows and she caught her breath just as Mr Wallace's hand and his armed wife seemed to catch her in just the right spot, alternating between her cheeks and her sensitive thighs. She had never known pain like this but, equally, she had never known her pussy to need attention so desperately. She could feel her juices running down her thighs and, perversely, she hoped she wasn't going to make a mess of the bed. Still the blows rained down as she twisted her body in a vain attempt to escape the evil couple's expert aim. She was no longer aware of the difference between the heavy hand and the hard hairbrush; all she could feel was pain and........arousal. She lost count of the blows but suddenly realised she was raising her bottom to meet them and the Scottish couple smiled to themselves as they watched their prisoner begin to respond. When Mrs Wallace put down the hairbrush and slid her fingers down between the Spanish woman's legs, she met no resistance, just the expected wet silkiness that betrayed the younger woman once again. Stroking up and down the poor woman's sensitive lips for a few moments, teasing her, she smiled to the group at the end of the bed as her fingers entered Lara's waiting cunt. She smiled even more when she felt the beautiful woman's pussy squeeze her fingers and knew that she did not have long to wait. Withdrawing her fingers, they all laughed as Lara shamed herself once more by moaning at their absence but she would have been moaning in terror if she had seen Mrs Wallace take up the hairbrush once more and move back to her pussy. With her husband still delivering one slap after another to their captive's punished bottom, she once again teased the younger woman but this time with the thick handle of the brush. Lara was too far gone to realise at first what was happening to her but screamed as she felt the wooden handle. She took just a moment to accommodate the width of her invader then her body took over and she began to push back, hard, desperate to be fucked. Her mind was screaming, "NO" but her body was responding with an almighty, "YES!" Overcome by lust, her body thrust back and Mrs Wallace didn't disappoint. She matched Lara's need for release with her own enjoyment of watching her husband smack this beautiful young foreigner while she continued to fuck her. There was no pain now for Lara, only desire, only want and an urgency for release. Her orgasm hit her and her whole body tensed with the ferocity of it. She felt her bottom being smacked, her pussy being fucked and her senses abandoned her as her juices coated the wooden hairbrush which had proved to be as powerful as any cock she had ever known. Finally, Mr and Mrs Wallace took pity on her and got down off the bed. Lara could feel to her shame that the brush was still buried in her cunt but she was too weak to care and totally paralysed by her orgasm. Her knees gave way and she collapsed on to the bed, her arms still tied above her head, leaving her at their mercy, and she could only wait for what they would do to her next. "That was truly amazing, my dear. Now rest for a few moments while we get ready." Lara didn't even want to think about what they were getting ready for but forced herself to open her eyes and shuddered when she saw the three men undressing. "Let's play a little game, shall we, my dear?" Lady MacDonald approached the poor woman lying on her bed as if she was a kindly aunt bringing gifts. "Let's just pop this on." Before Lara could react her eyes were covered by a heavy blindfold which totally blacked out everything. Denied her vision, her other senses seemed to be heightened and she listened as the elegant lady explained the rules of the new "game". "The men are going to have some fun with you now dear and if you can tell us where each one is then we will untie you and you will be free to go." "Please don't do this, Lady MacDonald. I am a good person. I don't do things like this. Please let me go." "You didn't look like a good person a moment ago when you were cumming on my brush handle and you certainly didn't look like a good person last night either, my dear. Now play along, there's a good girl. I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself." Lara's head slumped back on to the bed in resignation. How did she ever get into this position? In her darkest imagination she could never have imagined being taken by three different men. How was she ever to know which one was using her? And where were they going to use her? She was totally at their mercy and could do anything they wanted to her. The first thing to happen was the realisation that someone else was climbing on to the bed beside her. The room was silent as something brushed up against her lips and she knew it was her first stranger's cock. She hesitated for just a second, wondering if it would be worth trying to plead once more to the other ladies in the room but all her pleas so far had fallen on deaf ears and she forced herself to play along with them; anything to get out of there. She stuck her tongue out, running it around the sensitive tip, trying to get a feel for the size of the cock she knew was about to enter her mouth. It felt very strange being unable to see who was beside or her to reach out and touch him Steeling herself to take whoever it was into her mouth, she felt someone else climb on to the bed. They lifted her by the hips so that she was back on her hands and knees. A lot of shuffling and getting into position followed as the second man, whoever he was, slid under her and settled between her legs. Lara felt the man slowly lower her on to his hard cock. As she sat on him, she felt him take her engorged nipples into his mouth, one after the other, sucking on them, nibbling on them until she knew her body was about to betray her once more. She could feel her pussy twitching around his fat cock and, even though she had cum only moments before, she knew she was going to cum again. "One more hole to fill, my dear," she heard Lady MacDonald advise. She could hear Mrs Wallace and Mrs Simpson giggling behind her like a pair of schoolgirls but she could spare them no attention. She was about to be impaled on yet another cock, and it was going into her tightest, dirtiest hole. She would have begged once more for mercy but the cock in her mouth was becoming more insistent and was now making its way along her tongue to the back of her throat. Even worse, the man beneath her had started to thrust in and out of her soaking pussy and had reached around her to spread her gorgeous arse cheeks. She felt something cold and slimy being poured along the crack between her cheeks and shuddered in anticipation and fear. She already had two cocks in her but that didn't seem to be enough as she suddenly felt a finger begin to press against her forbidden hole. Slowly it worked its way in and out of her, just as the cock in her mouth was doing, just as the cock in her pussy was doing. Another finger was added and whoever was behind her began to stretch her open, finger fucking her while she lay on the man beneath her, terrified to move. She prayed that the cock about to fuck her arse would be smaller than the others but she didn't hold out much hope. Finally a third finger was pushed in from behind her and she could feel the pain and pleasure build in equal measure once again. Obviously thinking he had stretched her far enough, the man behind her removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock. Lara could do nothing but steel herself for the moment when she would have three cocks in her for the first time ever. As the thick cock began to enter her arse, Lara knew the three fingers had not been enough as it stretched her wider than she had ever been and realised she could be torn apart by these three gentlemen. She tried to pull back from the cock in her mouth but the man just grabbed her by her thick, dark hair and began to fuck her mouth. She tried to climb off the cock in her pussy but the man wrapped his arms around her and thrust his cock deep into her cunt. She could do nothing about the man behind her but her struggles seemed to spur him on and he thrust deeper into her, deeper than he had even hoped for. Lara on Holiday Ch. 02 She could feel both the pleasure and the pain as all three of them began to fuck her in earnest and her body shook with lust. As they got into a rhythm, the two men in her cunt and arse alternated with each other, one pulling out while the other pushed in. The cock in her mouth seemed to have a rhythm of its own and pounded into her remorselessly. She knew she wouldn't last long like this and very soon she could feel her orgasm building deep within her. The men seemed to realise what was happening to her and they, in turn, changed their plan of attack and began to fuck her like she had never been fucked. The one in her mouth was the first to cum, shooting its cum down her throat before pulling out and coating her face in even more white spunk. The other two came simultaneously, filling her with one load after another, the cock in her pussy adding its contribution to the juices flowing from herself while the cum in her arse flowed out past the man's cock and trickled down to join the mess beneath her. When they finally pulled out of her, Lara's blindfold was removed. She slowly opened her eyes, letting them get used to the light once more. They would never get used to the sight before her. The three women were kneeling in front of their husband's, sucking their softening cocks and Lara knew the game was not over yet. She did wonder, however, whose cock had been up her arse and which elegant lady was now sucking it.