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Last Will and Testament Ch. 01

By: TheHiddenPen



Holly woke up and rubbed her eyes. It was dark in the room. The curtains were closed and only a little light was sneaking through them from outside.

She checked the radio alarm clock on her bedside table. 9am. Damn, she thought. I should have been up hours ago. Then she remembered. She had the day off work.

She put her head back down on the pillow and closed her eyes. The room was silent except for the occasional snore from Ryan, her boyfriend, who was lying beside her, fast asleep.

They'd both booked the day off work together to spend it together. They had recently moved in with each other and were planning on doing some decorating. She had not had much luck with men in the past. She had a string of failed relationships behind her, none of which had ended happily. She had made some mistakes herself, even she would admit that, but hopefully this time would be different.

She heard Ryan starting to stir beside her, and opened her eyes again. He was looking at her, smiling.

"Morning, baby," she murmured to him, and in response he kissed her.

She cuddled up to him and started to kiss back. This was another advantage to having the day off. Ryan wrapped one arm around her, and his other hand moved downwards towards his penis. She gave his hand a sharp smack. Why did men always think everything was about sex?

Ryan knew better than to try again, and contented himself with cuddling and kissing her. They looked into each other's eyes, enjoying the intimacy of the situation.

The phone rang.

"Leave it," she urged.

After two rings, Ryan broke from the cuddle and reached for the phone. She scowled at him.

"It might be important," he said.

Ryan answered, then after a short pause handed her the phone.

"It's for you," he explained. "A lawyer, apparently."

A lawyer? Why? She hadn't done anything wrong, had she? She took the phone.

"Hello," she said, tentatively.

"Oh, hello, is that Ms. Thornley?" came a voice down the line.

"Yes," she said.

"Ah, good. It's Mr. Pointer here at Brown, Smith & Co. Is now a good time to talk?"

Ryan decided to use the distraction to start paying Holly's body more attention. He started to nibble at her neck, and to rub her right breast with one of his hands. No, it wasn't a good time to talk, but she had to know.

"Yes, fine," said Holly, getting worried. She gave Ryan a hard shove to get him off her. Now was not the time.

"Did you know a Mr. Simon Walker?" the voice asked.

Holly had to think for a second or two. Simon Walker. She'd had a boyfriend called Simon Walker a few years ago. They split up after she cheated on him. What did he want? Surely you can't sue someone for cheating on you? If you can, Holly was going to be in a lot of trouble.

"Erm... yes, a few years ago," she said, tentatively. "Not any more."

"I'm afraid to tell you that he was killed in a skiing accident last week," the lawyer said, putting on his best sympathetic voice.

Holly knew she shouldn't feel happy about this, but she was certainly relieved. He couldn't sue her if he was dead!

"I'm sorry to hear that," she said, not really meaning it but thinking she should say it anyway.

"The reason I am calling you is that you are named as a beneficiary in his will," the lawyer continued.

"I... what?" Holly asked.

"He has left you something in his will," the lawyer clarified. "I can't say what it is now, but if you can come to my offices on Wednesday at 10am for the reading of the will, you will find out."

"Yes, of course," said Holly, getting excited now.

The lawyer explained how to find their offices, then said goodbye.

Holly lay there in thought for a minute. She explained the conversation to Ryan. What could it be? Cash? A car? The thought of a big windfall got her excited, and she jumped on top of her boyfriend. No longer was she reticent about the thought of sex, and she kissed him passionately, her hand working his shaft, him reciprocating by rubbing her clit. Soon he was fully erect and she pushed him inside her, riding him hard. It wasn't long before both of them had incredible orgasms.

***

Over the next few days, Holly's excitement died down somewhat. Simon had never had any money, and if he had he wouldn't have left it to Holly. It was probably something spiteful. Probably an empty box or something. He'd just wanted to mess her around. Still, she decided to go to the reading of the will, just in case.

When she arrived a number of his family members and close friends were already there. They looked at her coldly and did not return her greetings. Clearly she was not popular with his family and friends.

Soon the reading began. After the initial formalities, it started rather anti-climatically. The first gift, to one of his friends, was a signed photograph of some musician who Holly had never heard of. If that was at the start of the will, she wondered, what was she going to get?

She soon found out.

"To Holly Thornley, my ex-girlfriend, I leave the sum of one million pounds..."

Holly shrieked. A million pounds! Then she realised -- this had to be some kind of sick joke. He'd never had a thousand pounds, never mind a million.

The lawyer continued.

"...one million pounds, on such terms as I have communicated to my lawyer, Mr. Pointer, by letter of today's date."

The will reading went on. The first item, the signed photo, had not been representative of the rest of the will. There was a million here, three million there, and so on. Holly got more and more confused.

At the end of the will reading the lawyer asked Holly to follow him. He left the room and led her to another office.

She sat down, still dazed.

"He won the Euro lottery, a few months ago," the lawyer explained.

"Really?" Holly asked. "So... so he has got a million pounds to leave me?"

"Yes," said the lawyer. "It's all there, in a special bank account, waiting to be paid out."

"Wow," said Holly. "So -- that's my money now then?"

"Yes -- and no," said the lawyer. A true lawyer's answer.

"What do you mean? It said -- in the will?" she stammered. She wasn't going to let the lawyer do her out of her money, no matter how much fancy talk.

"The will said 'on such terms as I have communicated to my lawyer, Mr. Pointer, by letter of today's date,'" explained the lawyer. He pulled out a letter and unfolded it. As he did so, some envelopes fell out. The lawyer picked them up and placed them on his desk.

"Whether or not you get the money, and when, depends on what is in this letter. I haven't read it yet."

"Well, read it then!" exclaimed Holly. She was furious. The letter would probably say that it was all a joke -- Holly wasn't going to get anything.

"OK, here goes," said the lawyer, starting to read the letter:

--- Dear Holly,

As my lawyer has no doubt told you by now, I won the Euro lottery a while back. With so much money to my name, I decided to write a will. I wanted to leave my money to people who meant a lot to me in my life.

In a funny way, that includes you. You meant a lot to me, but then you went and ruined it all by cheating on me. I always swore I would get you back, teach you a lesson. If my lawyer is reading this, it means I never got the chance to do so in life. So here goes -- here's my opportunity.

The million pounds will by now have been put into a special bank account. You can have it as soon as you have completed the following challenge.

To my knowledge, at the time of writing, you have had five boyfriends, excluding me and your current one.

---

Holly mentally counted them. Yes, that seemed right. The letter continued:

---

If you have any more boyfriends between me writing this and my death, I shall give my lawyer a new letter. If you are reading this then I assume you haven't.

From what I have heard, you have treated every one of your boyfriends badly, and cheated on most of them. So I thought that in getting my own back, I'd compensate them too.

There are five sealed envelopes with this letter. Each has a special seal. It will be obvious to anyone if they are broken.

Each envelope has instructions for a particular task within it. You must find each of your five previous boyfriends and give them the envelope with their name on it. They will check to see that the seal is still in place, so that they know my instructions are still inside.

They will then open the envelope and read the instructions. You must entirely comply with the instructions. I know that this will be difficult for you -- you never did like doing as you were told.

If you do this successfully with each of your previous boyfriends, you will get the million pounds. If you fail with just one, the million pounds will be divided equally between them.

Now of course it is in their interest that you fail these tasks, so that they get the money. Don't think I haven't thought of this. We need an independent adjudicator, to ensure that each task is carried out fairly, and to determine when you have successfully carried it out.

I therefore now ask my lawyer, Mr. Pointer, to carry out this task. He should travel with you to meet each boyfriend, and act as a witness throughout. I have set aside some money to pay his fees for doing so.

Finally I ask that Mr. Pointer contacts each of these men in advance to notify them of the rules that I have set out above.

I only wish I could be there to witness this myself.

Signed,

Simon Walker.

---

"What's in the envelopes?" Holly asked, after a short pause.

"I don't know," said the lawyer. "I've only just seen the letter now. Simon did not tell me what it said or even that there were envelopes inside."

"Have a look now," Holly urged.

The lawyer examined the envelopes.

"Each one has the name of one of your ex-boyfriends on -- nothing else," he said. "And they're sealed. I can't open them without breaking the seal, and Simon specifically stated in his letter that your ex-boyfriends had that privilege."

"So, legally speaking, I have to do what he says?" Holly asked.

"He can't force you to do as he says," explained the lawyer. "But if you don't, you won't get the money and I'll have to split between your former boyfriends."

"And you are prepared to come along and act as a witness?" asked Holly.

"There are details here of the bank account with the money for my fees in," said the lawyer. "I'll check, and as long as the money is there, I think I am duty bound to comply."

"And you'll contact my ex-boyfriends?" asked Holly.

"Yes," said the lawyer. "He's given me their contact details here as well. He did a very thorough job."

"Do you have any idea of what could be in the envelopes?" asked Holly.

"None," said the lawyer.

"What if -- what if what's in the envelopes is impossible, or illegal, or something?" Holly worried.

"I can't allow you to do anything illegal," explained the lawyer. "If there is any requirement that is against the law, we will ignore it. If there is any requirement that is completely impossible, again, we will ignore it. But other than that, of course you don't have to comply, but if you don't, you won't get the money."

"OK," said Holly, exasperated. "It's a million pounds. Whatever it is, I'll do it."

"Good," said the lawyer, smiling. "Well, I'll phone your ex-boyfriends and organise meetings with them. I'll phone you when I've organised the first one, and we'll go together and get the first task done."

Holly had been meaning to go shopping after her meeting at the lawyers, but now she wanted to get home and tell Ryan everything that had happened. She raced home as fast as she could.

As soon as she went through the door, her heart sank. On the stairs were strewn a mixture of clothes -- her boyfriend's, and some women's clothes she didn't recognise. Skirt, top, bra, knickers. The second clue, if she needed one, was the sounds emitting from upstairs.

"Yes... just like that... just there..." followed by a yowl of pleasure. She recognised the voice immediately. It was her best friend, Rachel.

She raced upstairs, every step expecting the noise of her footsteps to disturb the couple upstairs. But she didn't -- they were clearly too enwrapped in their lovemaking.

As she entered the bedroom, she saw her best friend lying on her back, her boyfriend on top. Ryan was naked, but, to add insult to injury, Rachel was wearing Holly's French maid outfit, the top undone and pulled open to give access to her breasts, the skirt pulled right up to allow access to her vagina. Rachel had her legs wrapped round Ryan and he was fucking her hard.

Rachel was the first to see Holly. A smile spread across her face. She didn't make any effort to stop Ryan from continuing to thrust his cock inside her. As Holly watched in horror, Rachel had an orgasm. Faked, Holly could tell, but she knew from experience Ryan wouldn't be able to. Soon after, he came himself.

Only then did he notice Holly stood there. He was speechless. Holly could not think of what to say either. Rachel had no such problem.

"He's mine now," she sneered.

"Get out!" yelled Holly, recovering her voice. "Both of you, now!"

Seeing her anger, and knowing her temper from previous experience, both quickly got out of bed and hurried towards the stairs. Holly noticed that Rachel's hands had been cuffed behind her back with the fluffy handcuffs she usually so enjoyed Ryan using on her.

Ryan started to stoop down and try to pick up his clothes.

"Oh no," said Holly. "Do that and I'll push you down those stairs. Out. Now."

The two lovers raced down the stairs, Ryan naked, Rachel in just the French maid's outfit, top still pulled open. Holly followed them to the front door.

"Give me back my outfit," she ordered Rachel, and when Rachel did not immediately act to take it off, Holly took it off for her, ripping it to get it over the handcuffs.

Holly opened the front door.

"Out!" she said.

Both of them looked at her, not believing she was really going to force them outside naked.

The look on Holly's face convinced them they were wrong. Both stepped outside, Ryan placing his hands over his crotch, Rachel having no such luxury, with her own hands restrained.

She closed the door and watched them through the window. Any lucky neighbours who were not in work today would have a great view. Ryan was the hottest boy she had ever pulled. She knew every inch of his body, and every inch was perfect. Rachel was stunning too. Even a straight girl like Holly could appreciate that.

She watched them through the window. At first Ryan just hammered on the door, begging to be allowed back in, but she ignored him. Eventually he gave up and decided to try next door. Rachel just stood there, bright red now, showing none of the defiance she had shortly before when Holly had discovered them.

Their next door neighbour answered the door. He was a single man in his forties who Holly deeply disliked. He always seemed to leer at her whenever she left the house and was always making lewd comments about her appearance. After a short discussion with Ryan, he looked over to where Rachel was standing, still fully exposed. His eyes lit up and he made no attempt to hide that he was examining her body closely.

Eventually, eyes clearly focussed on Rachel's chest, he ushered the two of them in to his house.

Holly spent the rest of the day watching the front door of the neighbour's house, and eventually the two of them left: Ryan dressed in some of the neighbour's clothes, Rachel with a blanket around her, but looking as if her hands were still cuffed behind her back.

Although pleased at her revenge, Holly was still furious. How dare Ryan cheat on her like that? With her best friend, no less. She would get revenge on him one day. When she had her million pounds, then he would regret having cheated on her. She would make sure she made him regret what he had done. But first there was the matter of getting the million pounds -- and that meant allowing Simon his own revenge.

Last Will and Testament Ch. 02



It was 6am. Holly lay there, unable to sleep. It was hardly surprising, given the last 24 hours. Firstly it had been revealed to her that she had inherited a million pounds, but subject to the condition that she must visit each of her five ex-boyfriends and complete a mystery task with them. Then she had returned to catch her then boyfriend Ryan in bed with her best friend.

In an hour she would have to get up and start getting ready for work. She couldn't bear the thought. An hour later, she phoned in sick. Just as she put the phone down, Mr. Pointer, the lawyer, called. He asked whether she was available that day to complete the first task. She decided that now was as good as any time to get started and said that indeed she was.

He gave her the details. The first ex-boyfriend she was to meet was Matt, Holly's third boyfriend. He passed on the address and told her to be there by 10am. Matt had been informed of the situation and agreed to participate.

Holly turned up at Matt's house just before 10am. It was a large house out in the suburbs. An expensive car sat on the driveway. That was what had attracted Holly to Matt -- his money. He was a banker somewhere in the city and always had plenty of money to spend.

To tell the truth, that was all the Holly had ever wanted Matt for. After her previous relationship had ended, she had decided that she was tired of going out with people for love -- she wanted someone who would buy her anything she wanted.

Matt was easy to exploit. He hadn't even had a proper girlfriend before Holly. Though Holly may only have been using him for his money, he had fallen in love with her. He adored her. She had him wrapped around her little finger. Anything she wanted he would buy for her. She loved how easy he was to exploit.

Although his friends warned him that she was only after him for his money, he wouldn't listen. He loved her, and thought she felt the same.

Eventually however the relationship had ended in a massive argument at one of the most exclusive (and expensive) hotels in the country. Holly had not been adverse to using sex, or at least the prospect of sex, to get what she wanted from Matt. Whenever he was reluctant to buy her something, she would always say how grateful she would be if he bought if for her, and say something like she was "sure she could find a way to show just how grateful".

But the implied promise never materialised. For one, she wasn't really attracted to him, and she wasn't prepared to sleep with a man she wasn't attracted to, even if it would encourage him to buy her more things. Secondly, she knew that the more she got him excited and then dashed his hopes, the more keen he became on her. He never learned.

This one weekend she had asked to be taken to the hotel in question, and had told him that whilst it might be expensive, "at least you'll only have to pay for one room". She kept telling him how much she was looking forward to their "dirty weekend". But when they had arrived, she had feigned ignorance of any plan for them to sleep together, and had forced him to sleep on the sofa. It had been the last straw. Matt had stormed out, she had enjoyed all the luxuries of the hotel for the weekend, and they had never seen each other since.

Holly approached the door and rang the bell. Whilst she waited, she examined her reflection in the glass part of the door. She had dressed quite conservatively: pair of jeans, top showing no cleavage, but had at least made effort with her hair and make-up to show Matt what he was missing.

Eventually Matt opened the door. It was clearly going to be awkward between them, but they managed to both say "hello" to each other. He showed her in to the living room, where Mr. Pointer the lawyer was already waiting.

There was an awkward silence, which was soon broken by Mr. Pointer.

"OK, then, you both understand the rules?" he asked. "Neither of you are obliged to participate."

They both nodded.

"If you fail to fully fulfil the task," he said, turning to Holly, "the million pounds will be split between your ex-boyfriends."

She nodded again.

"If you choose to drop out of the task at any point," he said, turning to Matt, "then Ms. Thornley will be automatically deemed to have fulfilled the task."

He nodded.

"OK, then," Mr. Pointer said, producing the sealed envelope, and handing it to Matt.

Matt opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper which he read in silence. As he did so, a smile came across his face. Having taken his time to read it, he handed it back to Mr. Pointer. Mr. Pointer read it himself, his face expressionless. Then he handed it to Holly.

"Matt," the letter began, "I know Holly treated you badly, and I think it's only fair she makes it up to you. I know you are a keen photographer, and we both know that Holly is a very attractive girl."

"To complete this task, she must let you take as many photographs of her as you wish. Use your imagination. You can photograph her wherever you like, wearing whatever you like (or not wearing as the case may be!) and in any position you like. Have fun!"

Holly stared at the paper for a good minute after finishing reading it. Her mind was exploring the wide range of possibilities that this opened up. She thought about complaining to Mr. Pointer straight away, but decided against it. Matt was a nice guy. He wouldn't abuse this. He would probably just take some nice photos of her, and that would be it. No problem.

By the time she looked up, Matt had already been to get his camera and come back. He turned to Mr. Pointer, unsure as to what to do next.

"Do you accept the task, Ms. Thornley?" the lawyer asked.

"Yes," answered Holly.

"Then begin," Mr. Pointer said to Matt.

For the first half an hour or so, Matt was the perfect gentleman. He took various photographs of Holly around his house, and they made reasonably friendly small talk. Matt admitted that he preferred photographing scenery -- sunsets and the like, and that Holly was his first live model. He showed Holly some of the shots on the screen on his camera, and she was impressed. She even asked if he could make copies for her to keep, which he agreed. Mr. Pointer watched on from a distance throughout.

After a while, however, Matt made a statement that Holly had been dreading.

"I think it might be nice to take some photos of you in your underwear now," he said.

Holly thought about protesting, but decided that the request was not really unreasonable enough to justify calling on Mr. Pointer's arbitration, especially given the wording of the letter from Simon. Pleased that she had put on a good set of underwear that morning, she pulled her top off. She made a real effort of folding it and putting it down on the table, trying not to think about the fact that her ex-boyfriend would now be looking at her bra-clad chest. Next she removed her jeans, again concentrating hard on what she was doing -- unfastening the belt, undoing the button, pulling them down, stepping out of them. She folded these too, placing them on the table next to her top. Only once this was done did she look back at Matt.

Matt was making no attempt to pretend that he was not admiring her body. During the time they had been a couple, she had never even let him see this much. A glance over at Mr. Pointer confirmed that he too was enjoying the view, though his professionalism at least led him to be a little more subtle about it than Matt.

At first Matt restrained himself to tasteful shots, and she relaxed a little. However, slowly the shots became more revealing. At first it was just him having her lean forward a little, revealing a little more cleavage than she would have liked. Then he had her kneel down, letting him point his camera straight down at the exposed top of her breasts.

Next he had her bending over, forcing her to progressively protrude her bottom closer to his camera. He gave each instruction in a polite but increasingly confident manner. Holly hated being exploited like this, but kept thinking of the million pounds it would put her one step closer to earning.

Eventually Matt had had his fun, and declared a break. He made them all a coffee, and they sat round drinking it, a rather awkward silence between them, accentuated by the fact that Holly was still in her underwear. After a few minutes, Matt said casually, "Holly, take your bra off."

Holly looked at him in shock. It was the casual way he asked more than anything. She had knew this was a possibility as soon as she read the task, but had been hoping that Matt would either be too polite, or not confident enough, to make the request.

She turned to Mr. Pointer, who's eyes quickly left her chest.

"I don't have to do that, do I?" she asked.

"No, you don't," reassured Mr. Pointer.

Holly visibly relaxed.

Then Mr. Pointer continued: "but if you refuse, you will fail the task and will not get any of the money."

Holly was about to protest, but realised it would do no good. She decided it was best to get it over with. She reached behind her back and quickly released the clasp on her bra. She removed her bra as quickly as she could, throwing it to the side, making no attempt to hide her breasts. She knew it would be useless and just add to the humiliation when Matt ordered her to uncover them.

Holly stared defiantly at the two men, hoping to embarrass them into keeping their eyes away from her bare chest. It sort of worked with Mr. Pointer -- he allowed himself nothing more than a brief glance before pretending to find something very interesting to look at over the other side of the room. Matt had no reservations.

"Wow, those were worth the wait," he exclaimed, eyes fixed on her breasts. Holly did not reply.

Matt made the most of the pair of breasts that had been entrusted to him. He had started by allowing her to cover her breasts, first with her arm, then with her hands. Slowly he increased the exposure, making her spread her fingers to reveal her nipples, then remove her hands completely. He took shots from every angle: straight on, from the side, from below and above. He made her lean forward and backwards.

Small talk was now non-existent. The only sound to break the silence was Matt's ever more assertive orders as to the positions he wanted her in. His orders became ever more specific, and he made her comply with them exactly. The smile on his face and the bulge in his trousers showed that he was very much enjoying his role in this task. It wasn't just an opportunity to photograph an attractive woman naked -- it was a chance to get his revenge, exactly as Simon had intended.

The constant physical contact with her breasts as she manoeuvred them one way and the other, held them, squeezed them, squashed them, made her nipples stand to attention. She told herself that it was just the contact with them, she wasn't excited. She hated submitting to Matt; it wasn't exciting her at all. She just wished her nipples wouldn't tell a different story.

Finally came the instruction she was dreading.

"Take your knickers off, Holly."

She looked at Mr. Pointer, but knew that it was useless protesting.

"It's for a good cause, Holly," she told herself. "One million pounds."

Getting it over with as quickly as she could she pulled off her last item of clothing, which she quickly threw in the direction of her other clothes.

She stood there facing Matt, hands by her side, letting him appraise her body. It was hardly the first time she had been naked in front of a man, but in the past it had always been in the privacy of a bedroom, with a boyfriend. Matt might have once been a boyfriend, but even then she had never wanted him to see her naked. She had never felt anything more for him than a desire to have his money spent on her.

In fact, she was even more exposed than normal. Just a week before, as a treat for Ryan, she had had her first Brazilian wax as a treat for Ryan. Up to then her pubic hair had at least afforded her some privacy, but now she was completely exposed.

Determined not to show him how embarrassed she was, Holly stared Matt straight in the face. She couldn't help but feel a little flattered by the expression she saw there. He wasn't leering, he looked more amazed than anything else.

Finally he regained some composure, and started photographing her once more. Again he started with some relatively modest shots, allowing her to cover her crotch with her hands, but soon she was ordered to remove them.

Matt made her sit with the soles of her feet touching, leaving her most private feminine parts completely exposed. Again, he came as close as possible, but all the while being careful not to touch her, knowing that this was not allowed and could mean an instant end to his fun.

"Now hold it open for me," Matt ordered.

Holly had never been so humiliated, but she knew that a million pounds was at stake. No way was she going to let that go to save a few minutes more of embarrassment. She reached for her lips and pulled them as far apart as she could. Matt snapped a few more photographs on his camera.

"It looks like you're enjoying this as much as I am," Matt said.

Holly felt herself blush bright red. Again she told herself that it was just the touching that was exciting her, not the situation. But it made her feel even more uncomfortable about her exposure. Just as the bulge in Matt's trousers was revealing her excitement, her own body was now betraying her in its own way.

The final humiliation, or so she thought, was when Matt made her lie facing away from him, and, legs spread, asked her to hold her butt cheeks apart.

Holly froze. This was the worst humiliation of all. Holly had always been sensitive about her anus -- she had never allowed any of her boyfriends to have anal sex with her, to touch her there, or even to look. Now she was being asked to make this part of her body the star of Matt's photoshoot.

She closed her eyes and started to imagine what she would buy with her million pounds. As she did so, she placed one hand on each of her cheeks and pulled them apart.

Matt took his time, making the most of Holly's exposure. He very deliberately spent ages pondering over exactly the right angle for his photos, enjoying every second of his complete control over her. 

Finally it was over. He allowed Holly to stand and close her legs. It was over, or so she thought.

"Would you like some lunch?" he offered.

"No thanks, I'd better get going," Holly said quickly.

"Going? Where?" Matt asked, confused.

"I have some shopping to do," Holly said, pulling the first excuse she could think of out of the air.

"So you are giving up on the task?" Matt asked.

"I... I thought we were finished?" Holly stuttered.

"Not at all," said Matt, smiling now. "We're just having a break for lunch."

Holly sat silent through lunch as Matt and Mr. Pointer cheerfully discussed football and television. They were acting like this was a normal day for them, though it was anything but. Every so often one of them would glance over at the still naked Holly, taking a second or two to appreciate her fantastic body.

After a while Holly excused herself, saying she needed to use the bathroom. She was pleased to be away from the eyes of the two men for a short while, but also had another need to attend to. She couldn't deny it any more. As difficult as she found it to believe, she had become very excited at what had happened to her that morning. It was the first time she had ever let a guy dominate her in that way, and she had loved it. Knowing that she was going to earn a million pounds for this just made it all the more exciting.

She locked the door, lowered the toilet lid and sat down. Spreading her legs brought back memories of what she had done for Matt just a short while before. She started to massage herself between her legs. She ran through the morning in her head -- the way Matt had become ever more assertive -- the way he had seen and photographed every inch of her body. It was the first time she had ever fantasised about Matt. The main attraction for her when she had been dating her was his submissiveness, the fact that he did as he was told, but now she realised that had he done the opposite, had he been as assertive and demanding as he had been today, he may well have been much more successful.

She thought of Matt and Mr. Pointer sitting eating their lunch, probably discussing her. If only they knew what she was doing just a few yards away.

Holly's eyes fell on Matt's electric toothbrush sitting by the sink. A fantastically naughty thought occurred to her. She went and picked up the toothbrush, then, resuming her seat on the toilet, legs apart once again, switched the brush on and pressed it to her clit.

The rotating head of the brush felt incredible on her already aroused clit. For a second an image of Ryan flashed through her mind, the boyfriend who had been the subject of her fantasies until just yesterday. But she pushed the image out of her mind. A vision of Matt filled her mind again. She imagined that it was him ordering her to hold the toothbrush to her clit, just as he had ordered her to hold her vagina open for him just a little earlier.

She ran the rotating head of the toothbrush round the edge of her lips, teasing herself, enjoying every second of it, knowing that just the slightest touch of the head to her clit would now give her the orgasm she so wanted.

Just as she was about to return the toothbrush to her begging clit, she heard a banging on the door.

"Are you OK in there?" Matt asked.

The moment was broken. Frustration welled up inside Holly at the denial of the orgasm that had been so close. She turned the brush off and shouted back that she would be out in a minute.

Taking a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down, she stood and returned the brush to its place by the sink. She giggled slightly at the thought on Matt using it that evening for its more usual purpose, having no idea of where it had been.

She automatically thought to put her clothes back on, then remembered that she remembered that she had entered the room naked, her clothes still lying on the floor outside where they had been shed earlier. The thought made her once again want to touch herself, but she knew that she would have to save this for later.

As a last minute thought she flushed the toilet, to at least give a pretence that she had visited this room for purely innocent reasons. She took a quick look down at her body, wondering whether it would be obvious to Matt that she had so recently been so aroused. She cursed him under her breath for denying her the pleasure of an orgasm. Then she opened the door.

Matt looked her up and down, making no attempt to hide the fact that he was admiring her body. She made no attempt to stop him. Behind him was stood Mr. Pointer. Holly wondered why both had needed to come to retrieve her from the bathroom.

Matt explained.

"I thought seen as you were in the bathroom already that I'd take a few photos of you in the shower," he said, gesturing to the camera he was holding.

Holly turned and walked back into the bathroom, followed by the two men.

The shower was in the corner, concealed by a closed shower curtain. She pulled it open and stepped inside. She automatically went to close the curtain as she normally would, then remembered. She looked at Matt who had his camera at the ready. He took a few quick snaps then asked her to turn the shower on.

The hot water felt fantastic on her still sensitive body. She felt it flow over her body, through her hair, over her breasts, down onto her buttocks and crotch. Matt resumed his photography, and this time Holly didn't mind.

She was delighted when Matt asked her to soap up her breasts, and eagerly rubbed the shower gel into her chest. The gel was a luxury brand, and the smell mingled with the hot water and the steam to make her feel completely relaxed, the beeping of Matt's camera an irrelevance to her.




Last Will and Testament Ch. 02



When Matt asked her to rub the gel between her legs she did not even think to protest and did so instantly, using her fingers to subtly put pressure on her intimate parts. She glanced over to Mr. Pointer who had taken a seat on the toilet lid and noticed that his hands were positioned on his crotch, his eyes firmly fixed at her waist level.

Eventually Matt proclaimed himself happy with the photos he had taken, and asked her to wash herself clean. She unhooked the shower head and ran it over her body, washing the soap suds from her breasts, then focussing it between her legs, the blast of water feeling particularly nice applied to this part of her body.

She dried herself with the offered towel, her body still feeling very sensitive all over, the roughness of the towel feeling fantastic all over her aroused body. Once again however she had a feeling of frustration at not being allowed to work her excitement to a natural conclusion.

After she was dry Matt had her wrap herself in the towel then slowly unwrap herself whilst he took photos. When she was once again completely naked, he led her into yet another room in the house. She was amazed to see a full-sized hot tub, fully filled and with the massage jets making the water bubble most invitingly.

Matt asked her to step into the tub, and she did so willingly. Again he started with the photos. After a while of posing in this position and that, he asked her to spread her legs. She did so, much less concerned about this than before. Besides, she realised, if she moved just a little to one side, she could have one of the massage jets aimed right between her legs.

As Matt moved round taking photos from different angles, she subtly manoeuvred herself. As soon as the powerful jet hit her in the right place, she was in heaven. Her body had still not calmed down from her earlier experiences with the toothbrush and the shower. Not bothered now about the watching men, she pulled herself closer to the jet, wanting its full force on her exposed genitals.

It took hardly any time before an amazing orgasm ran through her body. She closed her eyes, shutting out everything except the feeling of intense pleasure.

Eventually she opened her eyes again, and saw in front of her Matt, photographing every second of her ecstasy. Wow, she thought, he certainly was obsessed with his photography.

Once he realised that the show was over he lowered the camera and smiled at Holly.

"Well, I think we're done for today," he said.

Rather than feeling relief, Holly was rather upset that her "ordeal" would not be continuing.

"Do we have to be?" she asked.

"I really had better be getting back to my office," said Mr. Pointer, who looked very flushed.

"So, did I pass?" Holly said, trying to regain some composure.

"You successfully complied with today's instructions," Mr. Pointer confirmed.

"So, no million pounds for me?" asked Matt, sounding disappointed.

"Oh, you may still get your share of the million," explained Mr. Pointer.

"Holly still has four more exes to see."

Before she left, Matt showed the still naked Holly some of the photos, which he had now transferred to her laptop. Holly had to admit that he was a good photographer, and asked for a copy of some of the earlier shots (the ones in which she was still dressed) for herself.

She did go ever redder however as the pictures became more explicit. Having now calmed down from her earlier excitement, she now couldn't believe that she had been prepared to expose herself nearly so much. She wondered exactly what Matt was planning on doing with the pictures, but was afraid to ask.

The final pictures, those of her in the hot tub, legs apart, made her giggle, particularly the expressions on her face as she edged ever closer to orgasm.

As the final picture disappeared from the screen, Holly stood, and Matt's eyes followed her, taking in her naked body one last time. Again, she made no attempt to hide herself -- there was nothing to hide now, given everything he had seen. She left the room to get her clothes, knowing that his eyes were following her.

She dressed quickly and then returned to say goodbye to Matt. Despite all her exposure to him that day, this moment was perhaps one of the most awkward of all. How would they part? Shake hands? A hug? A kiss on the cheek? Both looked at each other for a moment, both knowing that the other was considering the same question. Then Holly turned and walked towards the front door. A final goodbye and she was down the drive, heading for her car.

Later, in bed, replaying the events of the day in her head, Holly thought of Matt, wondering what he was doing now. Presumably he was also thinking about the day, perhaps looking at the photographs he had taken. She thought about how she had played with his desires whilst they had been together, stoking them, amplifying them, all for her own benefit, but never satisfying them.

Now he had finally had the chance to see the body she had kept hidden from him. But, she thought, as she ran her hands over her bare body, there was one desire that had been left very much unsatisfied. Forced to stay within the bounds set by Simon, he hadn't been allowed the slightest touch. He had been so close, had her lie there completely exposed. It would have been so easy for him to touch her, but he had been forced to restrain himself.

However much he must have enjoyed watching her orgasm, how much must he now envy that jet of water? How much must he wish that it had been him giving her that orgasm, and getting one in return? But this was material for his dreams only.

She smiled to herself. Simon had failed. She had been the one who had had the orgasm, and she was still the one with the upper hand over Matt. One down, four to go. She drifted off wondering how she was going to spend the million pounds.



Last Will and Testament Ch. 03



The call came whilst Holly was in the bath. Jumping out, she ran, still naked, dripping water all over the floor, to pick up the phone and see who would be calling so late at night.

"Hello?" she queried her mystery caller.

"Hello there, is that Ms. Thornley?"

"Yes."

"It's Mr. Pointer," the caller revealed.

Mr. Pointer. Her lawyer. Or rather, Simon's lawyer. The man who held one million pounds in a special bank account, hers to take and spend as she wished, but only if she completed a series of five mystery tasks set by Simon -- one with each of her ex-boyfriends.

"Sorry to call so late, but it's been a long day in the office. Are you available tomorrow?"

Tomorrow was Sunday. Holly had been hoping to have a nice relaxing day doing nothing.

"Well... yes," she said, tentatively.

"OK, well, I've arranged your second task. Remember James Black?"

Of course she did. James had been her previous boyfriend before Ryan -- she had cheated on James with Ryan. It had been rather awkward -- James was a chef, and he worked in the kitchens at the canteen for the office where Holly worked. She still worked there and would still see James occasionally. He had ignored her since he found out about the affair.

Mr. Pointer gave her James' address, and asked her to be at his house for 9am sharp in the morning.

Holly bade Mr. Pointer goodbye and then returned to her bath, wondering what she would have to do for James. This, she realised, could make things between James and her even more awkward than before.

***

The next morning she was at James' home, a relatively modest house not far from hers. She knocked on the door, and James answered. His usual scowl upon seeing her was not in evidence today -- instead she received her first smile from him since he had caught her cheating.

He led her into the kitchen, asking her if she wanted a drink. Before she could answer, her eyes caught the pictures that had been stuck all around the kitchen. They were photos of her in various states of undress -- chest thrust forward, legs wide open, showering. She knew that he must have been sent them by Matt, but wondered how.

"But... but... you don't know Matt?!" she stuttered.

"Matt asked your lawyer for my details and forwarded the photos on by E-mail," James explained.

Holly was horrified. She wondered who else had seen the photos. All her other ex-boyfriends, almost certainly. But who else?

"That one is my particular favourite," James said, pointing to one of her mid-orgasm in Matt's hot tub.

Holly wanted to rip down all of the photos, but knew it was pointless. James had already seen them, and quite possibly would be seeing her body for himself very soon.

"So it looks like you enjoyed your last task?" James asked, smiling.

"Well..." Holly said, not wanting to admit it, but knowing that the evidence was set out explicitly in front of her.

The moment was interrupted by the arrival of Mr. Pointer at the door.

He too was shown into the kitchen, and took a good look round at the photos.

"Ah, so I see Matt sent you the photos then?" he asked.

"Yes, thanks for passing my details on to him," James said.

James noticed the envelope that Mr. Pointer was carrying and, curiosity getting the better of him, asked to have a look.

Mr. Pointer passed over the envelope. James opened it, read, then passed the contents over to Mr. Pointer. Mr. Pointer also read, then folded the paper and put it in his pocket.

Holly looked at him. Was she not going to get to know what was in store for her?

"The instructions say that we should not show them to you," explained James. "Simon wants the task to be a surprise."

Holly protested to Mr. Pointer that this was not fair; she had to be told what Simon had said. Mr. Pointer waived away her protests. He had read the instructions, he told her, and he wouldn't allow James to ask her to do anything that was not within them. He was, after all, an impartial observer -- he had been appointed by Simon to carry out exactly this task.

***

The first element of the task, James explained, was that he was to give her a cookery lesson. This was obviously Simon's sense of humour, she thought. Though she thought herself a reasonable cook, Simon had never agreed, and had refused to eat any food she prepared, saying that he would rather not be a victim of food poisoning.

There was to be a slight twist to this cookery lesson, however. Holly was to be naked throughout it. Upon imparting this piece of information, James looked at her expectantly, clearly expecting her to start undressing.

It was not nearly as bad as undressing for Matt, she told herself. For a start, unlike Matt, James had seen Holly naked plenty of times. Unlike with Matt, Holly had been sexual attracted to James and they had slept together throughout their relationship. It was embarrassing knowing that Mr. Pointer would see her naked, but then, after the previous task, it would not be the first time he had seen her undressed either.

She pulled her top off quickly, folding it, placing it down on the unit, then relieved herself of her jeans. She reached behind her back and unclasped the bra. She paused for a couple of seconds to pluck up the courage then let this fall from her body too. Finally she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her knickers and lowered these, leaving her once more completely naked in front of an ex-boyfriend. Placing this final item of clothing on the pile, she stood facing James, hands by her side, letting him see her body.

"If nothing else, you have a fantastic body," James said, appraising it appreciatively. "It's just a shame you don't have the personality to match."

Holly could only scowl at James, knowing it was best not to anger him by getting into an argument.

James began his cookery lesson, deliberately treating Holly as if she knew absolutely nothing about cookery. He made her get all the ingredients out of various cupboards, and made sure to appreciate her body from all angles as she reached up high or bent down to access the cupboards.

He set about teaching her to make a basic cake. Of course, she thought, this isn't really about the cookery lesson. He knows that I have more cookery ability than this! He was just taking the opportunity to make fun of her, knowing that, unlike normal, she would be unable to retaliate.

After the cake was made, James had Holly begin to melt some chocolate in a bowl over a pan of hot water. As the chocolate started to melt, he dipped his finger in, then rubbed some of the warm melted chocolate onto Holly's left nipple.

She jumped back in surprise. It wasn't so much the temperature of the chocolate, which was warm but not excessively hot. It was the feeling of being touched by James. Up until now, like Matt, James had looked but he hadn't touched. But now he had broken through that invisible barrier.

She looked from the smear of chocolate on her nipple to Mr. Pointer, who seemed entirely unconcerned by this violation.

"But... he can't..." she stammered.

"It's in the rules," Mr. Pointer explained. "Simon said that James could do it. Of course, you can stop at any point and forfeit the money, but if you want to get the money, you have to let him do it."

At this point she felt James' fingers make contact with her other nipple, smearing more of the melted chocolate on to her. She hated the fact that she had to let him do this, but she knew what was at stake. A million pounds, she thought. One million pounds. That's what this was all about.

Now James returned for more chocolate, dipping three of his fingers into the bowl. He returned to when Holly was standing then slowly, deliberately, enjoying every second, ran the fingers down her left breast, making three brown lines, the middle one culminating at her already covered nipple.

It was strange being touched by James now. Once upon a time she would have loved having his hands on her body, especially on her breasts, but now it was different. Whatever affection had existed between them when they had been together was gone now, replaced by animosity.

A fourth dip in the bowl and now James was marking her right breast, this time drawing a large "J" on it, marking her with his initial.

Holly wondered how much longer this was going to continue for, but it was clear that James now had something else in mind. He gestured to the already completed bottom half of the cake, covered in thick cream, which was to form the filling.

"In cookery, presentation is very important," he said, delivering the line in the manner of continuing his cookery lesson.

"The cream looks very nice on the cake, but I can't help but feel it would look even better on your chest," he continued. Then he took a more commanding tone.

"I want you to bend over and rub your breasts against the cake," he instructed. "I want them covered in cream."

The thought of doing this did not appeal to her, but she decided to get it out of the way as quickly as possible. She walked over to the cake, bent herself forwards and rubbed her chest against the cake. The sensation of rubbing her breasts against the cake felt strange, though not entirely unpleasant. She rubbed then back and forth against the cake. Once most of the cream had been transferred from the cake to her breasts, she stood and turned to face the two men.

"Very nice," said James. "I think the cream does look better on your breasts than on the cake."

A deliberate pause.

"The final test," he said, smiling. "I wonder how it tastes."

He walked towards her, then bent forward and started to lick the cream from her breasts. She felt the warm wet touch of his tongue, leaving a trail of saliva to replace the cream. He did a thorough job, licking each breast all over, clearly taking great delight in doing so. The chocolate proved a little more of a challenge than the cream to remove, as it had now set, and it took some enthusiastic licking to remove it, especially around her nipples.

As he licked, Holly noticed James unzipping the fly on his trousers, and he pulled out his erect penis. He started to rub his hand up and down his shaft, clearly taking much pleasure in delivering his "cookery lesson".

The attention her breasts was receiving did not feel entirely unpleasant, particularly the extra-special attention for the nipples. In fact, in a different scenario, with a different man, it could have been most enjoyable foreplay.

With his chocolate and cream feast finished, James retreated, though he left his erect penis on display, a sign to her of how much he was enjoying himself.

"In fact," he said, "why don't you have a taste for yourself?"

He walked over to the cake, wiped some of the remaining cream onto his hand, then rubbed it onto his penis.

Holly looked over at Mr. Pointer, shocked. Surely Simon's instructions didn't allow James to make her do this? Mr. Pointer just nodded.

It wouldn't be the first cock she had licked, she told herself. It wouldn't even be the first time that she had licked James'. Giving oral had never been one of her favourite things to do, but she had done it as a special treat for him on occasions. It had always been at her prerogative however, her initiation, a way of getting what she wanted, keeping control in the relationship.

This time it was different. This time it was at his request, and a million pounds rested on whether she complied or not. A million pounds, resting on a blow job, she thought. Surely this was the first time in history that had ever happened.

She knelt down in front of him, took a deep breath, then started to lick the cream from his penis. She did it as quickly and efficiently as she could, running her tongue along his erect shaft, determined to give him as little pleasure as possible from the task. Quickly she finished and looked up at him.

"Oh, come on, Holly, you can do better than that," James said. "I remember."

He added some more of the cream to his penis, smearing it all over, then, presenting it once more to Holly, and instructing, "suck it off this time."

Holly took a deep breath, reminded herself once more of the money at stake, then, leaning forwards, she wrapped her lips around his penis, slowly pushing her mouth down over his cock, letting him enter her for the first time since they had split. She let his shaft enter her mouth slowly, teasing him a little, letting the cream dissolve into her mouth. The cream tasted good and encouraged her to let him further in.

"Further!" he moaned.

She pushed her mouth down further, taking as much as she could. He was fully erect now, and the cream round the still exposed part of his shaft remained out of reach. Linking her thumb and forefinger tightly round the very base of his penis she pulled the skin up towards her lips where she could relieve it of the last of its edible covering. James let out an appreciative groan.

Holly was beginning to understand the rules of this task. James could make various requests of her, but all of them had to be related to food -- him eating food off her body, her eating food off his body. With the cream gone, she had no obligation to keep him in her mouth a moment longer. He knew this, and she was going to use it to her advantage.

Slowly she let his penis slide out of her mouth, drawing her enclosed thumb and finger up the shaft and she went. As her mouth finally came free of him, she closed her hand, holding him tight.

She looked up at him, and, in the most seductive voice she could manage, asked "would you like me to finish what I started?"

James looked down at his erect penis, her hand still holding it tightly, and nodded mutely.

Holly started to very slowly draw her hand up, then even more slowly down, the erect cock. When her hand reached the bottom, she leant down and ran her tongue around the now completely exposed head. Another appreciative sound from James.

"Tell me," she said, looking back up at James, her hand now resuming a gentle up and down motion. "What else will I have to do today?"

No response. Her hand froze half-way through its journey.

James understood the deal.

"I'm going to have a dinner party," he said. Her hand resumed its motion, rewarding him and encouraging him to continue.

"And you are going to serve the food."

It didn't sound so bad, Holly thought. Yes, she was sure that it would involve more nudity, in front of strangers probably, but it couldn't be worse than having to give oral to an ex-boyfriend.

She removed her hand from his penis. Immediately his facial expression changed from one of pleasure to one of anger. She was having fun. She loved being in control. She loved the fact that she had reversed the situation -- it was supposed to be him in control, ordering her to do things, but now he was hers.

"Tell me," she started again. "The rules don't force me to give you a hand job or a blow job, do they? You can only ask me to lick or suck food off your body?"

James looked like he was going to refuse to answer, so she started to gently stroke his penis.

"Yes," he admitted. "There is a list of things I can ask you to do, but they are all food related. I can't just ask for a blow job or hand job."

She knew that he was nearly ready to cum, and gave him a few more thrusts with her hand, each thrust eliciting an appreciative sound from James. She gave him a long French kiss on the head of his penis. Finally, when she knew she was on the verge of pushing him over the edge, she let go, and stood up.

James, who by now had his head tipped back and his eyes closed took a few seconds to realise what had happened. He looked at her accusingly, and was about to order her to finish the job, but then realised that he couldn't. Holly just smiled at him. They both knew that she had at least won a little battle -- he had let her take control of the situation, when it was supposed to be him in control.

"OK, Holly, that's all for now," he finally said, when he had recovered enough to think about something other than the orgasm she had denied him. "You can go home now, but I want you back here for 6pm, to serve food at my party."

*** At the appointed time Holly returned to James' house. She knocked on the door and he immediately answered. It was clear that he had been waiting for her. He showed her once again into the kitchen, and to Holly's dismay the photos that Matt had taken were still on display. She guessed that he had no intention of taking them down before the guests arrived.

James gave Holly her uniform for the evening. She was relieved at least that he was not expecting her to perform her task in the nude. He did not offer her the option to go anywhere private to change, so she once again undressed in front of him and then put the uniform on.

The "uniform" was a French maid's outfit, very like the one she had owned, which Rachel had worn when she had slept with Ryan. After that had happened she had never thought that she would be in such an outfit again, as it brought back unpleasant memories. However, she did not want James to see how uncomfortable she was and did her best to hide it.

The top pushed her breasts together and up, presenting her cleavage to anyone who wished to view it. The skirt was, of course, very short, and he made it clear that nothing was to be worn under it.

He told her that the guests would be arriving shortly and that her first task would be to greet them at the door.

Soon there was a knock at the door. James picked up one of his pre-prepared glasses of wine and approached Holly. She expected him to hand it to her, but he had other plans. He went straight for her cleavage, using one hand to hold her breasts apart, and the other to insert the glass between them. He then let go, allowing the breasts, pressed together by the top she was wearing, to hold the glass in place. Admiring his handiwork, he instructed Holly to greet the first guest.

Holly opened the door cautiously. She vaguely recognised the man as another chef in the canteen at work. Great, she thought. Now she would never be able to go in the canteen again after both James and he had witnessed her humiliation this evening.

The guest immediately noticed the glass held in place by her chest.

"Is that for me?" he asked.

"Yes," Holly said, wondering if she was supposed to hand it to him.

The answer came immediately. Her guest, who had still not even stepped through the door, reached out, took a firm hold of her left breast with his left hand, and pulled it aside to free the glass. As he took hold of the glass with his other hand, he let his left hand slip down to encompass more of her breast, taking the opportunity to get a good feel. 

This was even worse than having James touch her breast, Holly thought. At least she knew him. But here now was an almost complete stranger, with his hand down her top, and there was nothing she could do. She just stared ahead, out of the door, across the street, trying not to focus on what was happening. But to her horror, this proved an even worse option. Her eye caught some movement behind a window across the street, and she saw that a man, probably in his forties, was staring out of the window, across the street, straight at her. Now she was going to have an audience for her task.

The first guest had now successfully retrieved his glass of wine, and moved on into the house, where he was greeted by James. Holly went to follow him, but was interrupted by another knock on the door. She went to answer, then was stopped by the first guest, returning down the hall, carrying a fresh glass of wine.

"You'll need this," he said, smiling, and took great pleasure in placing the glass into position. Confidence clearly increased from his first encounter, he made little attempt now to disguise the fact that he was feeling her breasts as he put the glass into place.




Last Will and Testament Ch. 03



Holly took a second to steel herself for her second encounter, then opened the door. To her shock, she knew the man standing at the door very well. Like the first guest, he worked in the same offices as Holly, but this was much worse. Dan was Holly's supervisor at work. She might be able to avoid going to the canteen, but she couldn't avoid seeing Dan every day. Why had he agreed to come? How could they ever maintain a professional relationship from now on?

Dan greeted her as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

Holly smiled weakly and offered him a glass of wine.

Dan looked down at the glass then, again acting as if this was normally how he spent his evenings, casually put his hands down her top, manhandling her breasts out of the way, then removed the glass and took a sip.

Holly led Dan into the kitchen, where James was showing off the displayed photos of Holly to the first guest.

Dan greeted James and then started looking at the photos himself, occasionally glancing back at Holly, who was turning increasingly red. His eyes lingered for a particularly long time on the area of the wall containing the photos of her in the hot tub with her legs open. 

"You've got a great body, Holly," Dan eventually said, conversationally.

"Thanks," she said, quietly, not entirely sure how she should take the compliment.

Over the next half an hour or so, the ritual of showing new guests in was repeated numerous times. Some of the guests were completely unknown to Holly, some were rather more familiar. Each guest was offered the opportunity to take a glass of wine from between her breasts. Some were rather reticent to do this, and asked Holly to hand it to them. Others had no reservations about taking the glass for themselves, getting a good feel of her breasts in the process. By the time the last guest arrived, Holly was so used to having her breasts manhandled by strangers that it hardly bothered her any more.

In fact, what was worse was having to show the guests into the kitchen, where they could admire the photographs taken by Matt. Not surprisingly, the more explicit photographs with her legs open and everything on display were proving most popular. The guys were looking from the photos to Holly, clearly trying to imagine seeing the real thing in those positions. Far from feeling exposed in the skimpy outfit, Holly actually felt relatively well covered, and was grateful for the privacy it afforded.

The next stage in her humiliation was soon to come, however. Soon after the final guest had arrived, James led Holly and Mr. Pointer (who had been one of the final guests to arrive, but had declined the offer of wine, claiming that it was not appropriate given that he was "working") into the empty dining room. He explained the plan.

"I want you to take the outfit off now, Holly," he said, "and lie on the table."

She looked at him, confused. She thought that she was supposed to be serving the food.

"All will become clear," he explained.

Holly looked at Mr. Pointer, but he made no objections to James' request. She removed the outfit and once again stood completely exposed in front of the two men. Remembering the second part of the instruction, she went and lay on the table.

Soon the nature of the dinner party became clear. James came into the room carrying the various starters that he had prepared. Firstly he brought in a plate of lettuce leaves, which he laid all over her body, covering her upwards from her knees to her neck. On top of these he placed the various delicacies that he had prepared: salmon fishcakes, cheese and bacon tartlets, even mini thimble sized bowls of soup. Holly had to stay completely still so that the food would stay perfectly positioned on her body.

Finally James was finished and he allowed his guests in. They were allowed to take anything they wanted from her body, he told them, except that they could not remove the lettuce. There was a general groaning and moans of disappointment at this requirement, but all agreed to abide by James' rules.

Nevertheless, as the crowd of guests descended on Holly, somehow the lettuce leaves, especially those covering her breasts and crotch, became somewhat dislodged, and less and less was left to the guests' imaginations. By the time that all of the starters had been removed, her breasts and crotch were on full display, and already a few of the guests had taken the opportunity to "accidentally" touch her.

When James, who had been absent preparing the main course, returned, he saw what had happened. However, if Holly thought he would put a stop to it she was wrong.

"Oh dear," he said, in mock disappointment, "the lettuce wasn't really a good idea, was it?"

He told his guests that as it had proved ineffective in covering Holly, they may as well eat it. They soon stripped the last leaves from her body, leaving her completely naked, with numerous pairs of eyes staring down at her.

James now started to bring in the main course, all different kinds of meat chopped up finely so that they could be scattered over her bare body. Finally, when every part of her body seemed covered, he brought in a container full of breadsticks.

"Oh dear," he said, again in a voice that suggested his concern was not entirely genuine, "I seem to have run out of space. Where am I going to put these?"

A short pause, obviously just for effect, but long enough for Holly to work out where he might be going with this.

No -- he wouldn't. Would he?

"Spread your legs, Holly," James commanded.

He would.

She looked around at the expectant faces of the guests, many of whom she knew she would be seeing again tomorrow morning at work, and clenched her legs together tighter.

"No," she said, quietly.

James just repeated his command.

She considered it. Having her breasts groped was one thing. But her vagina was another. She had standards. She would only ever let a boyfriend touch her down there.

"So it looks like the million pounds is mine," James announced to the crowd.

Her vagina. Breadsticks. A million pounds. If she stopped now, all the humiliation so far was for nothing. She looked at James' triumphant face. She couldn't bear him getting all the fun he'd had today AND her money.

She closed her eyes and spread her legs.

"Hold your vagina open for me, Holly," James ordered.

Even though she had her own eyes closed, she could feel the eyes of all the guests focussed on her vagina. She tried not to think of how many of her colleagues were amongst that crowd.

She forced herself to do it, placing her right hand between her legs and using her fingers to pull open her vagina. Nothing happened for what seemed like ages. Then the feeling of something being pushed inside her. Not just one breadstick, but a few, she could tell. They were pushed slowly into her, further and further, rubbing against the inside of her vagina, giving her a very strange sensation.

Soon more joined the first, and then more. James was filling her up with breadsticks, more full than she had ever been before. Each time he pushed more in they jiggled and pushed and moved the ones that were already inside her, and the feeling became more and more intense, still strange, but now strange in a pleasurable way.

Finally James declared that he was finished, and that the guests should tuck into the main course. Holly was allowed to let go of her vagina and return her hands to her side.

The crowd quickly moved in on Holly and she could feel food being taken from all over her body. Holly dared to open her eyes and look down her body. She could see hands reaching in from all sides taking food off her, but her eyes were quickly drawn downwards. It was a strange sight: her vagina wide open, the tops of the breadsticks poking out.

Unsurprisingly, the breadsticks proved to be the most popular item. The men cued up to pull one out of their unusual holder. Some men pulled them out quickly, but others drew them out slowly, wriggling them, clearly playing with her, trying to get her excited. She was being touched all over the rest of her body too as guests removed the other culinary delights James had prepared.

Holly's embarrassment was slowly overtaken by increasing excitement at the various stimulations that her body was receiving, and at the pleasure of being the centre of attention. The men were talking openly about how attractive she was and what a fantastic body she had. Again, the feeling of having no control over what was happening and having to do as she was told added to the excitement.

When the final piece of food had been removed from her body she missed the feeling of being touched, and she felt empty having had all of the breadsticks removed. She still lay there with her legs wide apart, as she knew better than to close them without James' permission, and was still drawing many glances from the assembled guests.

Before the dessert was brought in James blindfolded Holly. The sound of chatter between the guests had diminished, and Holly was left in the semi-silence, listening out to hear for James approaching with the dessert.

He must have crept in, as the next thing she felt was something being squirted onto her left breast. Some kind of sauce, she thought, quite thick. Chocolate sauce, perhaps. Maybe maple syrup.

The sauce was drizzled all over her breasts, then there was a pause. Next there was something hot, so hot it made her draw in a sharp intake of breath. It felt like it was some kind of cake-like substance, and James was placing it carefully around her chest.

There was another pause before suddenly she felt something ice cold, right between her legs, directly on her intimate parts. She let out a small shriek of surprise at the feeling and reached to push James away, but quickly stopped herself, knowing that this would just make the situation worse. She again drew in sharp intakes of breath, trying to acclimatise to the new temperatures -- ice cold between her legs, almost painfully hot round her breasts.

The first dollops of ice cream slid down and fell off her body, so James ordered Holly to pull her legs back and raise her vagina so it pointed upwards, allowing the ice cream to stay in place. She had no choice but to co-operate.

Her body heat soon starting to melt the ice cream that James had placed between her legs and the melted drips ran down into every crevice. James was adding more and more of the freezing mixture, covering the whole of her shaved pubic area.

Finally James allowed the guests access to her body. First she felt a tongue running in a long swirl round her left breast, licking the sauce or syrup, whatever it was, from her. Next she could feel the touch of lips between her legs, making their way through the ice cream. Now another guest joined in, and she felt a hand scooping cake from round her right breast.

The feel of lips, tongues and hands continued as guest after guest took his turn to sample the various delights that were offered on her body. The sensation between her legs was particularly welcome as the men licked off the cold ice cream and replaced it with the warmth of their mouths. Her excitement started to build again.

Finally James reluctantly called for a halt to proceedings. Her body had been completely cleared of dessert, and, in accordance with Simon's rules, the men had to stop. There was much complaining from the men who had not had the opportunity to taste the dessert for themselves, and they asked that he put more of it onto her body. However, James had another idea.

"Holly hasn't had anything to eat all night," he said. "I think it's only fair that she gets to sample some of the dessert."

Holly wondered what he meant. She was soon to find out.

Shortly after James had made his pronouncement, she felt a hand on the back of her head, gently pulling it upwards and to the side. She didn't resist.

She felt something placed against her lips. She realised almost immediately what it was.

"Open up, Holly," came James' voice from above her.

She did as she was told, and he slid his erect penis into her mouth for the second time that day. As he entered her, she could taste that he had put something on it, most likely the same thing he had put on her breasts a little earlier. Maple syrup, she had been right. The taste of it was amplified by her senses, heightened as a result of her excitement.

Closing her lips tightly around him, letting herself be guided by his gently insisting hand, her whole attention was focussed on his cock, feeling it grow and harden as it responded to her attention. She massaged him with her tongue, letting her own excitement grow as his did.

Now she used her own hand to gently push his from the back of her head. She was going to control this herself. As a reward for him removing his hand she gently gripped the base of his shaft, and James let out an appreciative groan.

It took practically no time at all. The whole day had been foreplay for this final moment. Suddenly her mouth was filled with his cum. She continued to pump his cock hard with her hand and lips, drawing another spurt of cum from him.

James reached down and removed her blindfold. Holly removed her mouth from his cock and, mouth still full with his cum, looked up at him. He was smiling, clearly having enjoyed his orgasm, clearly delighted to have finally received some compensation from Holly for what she had done to him years ago.

Holly swallowed down the mouthful that James had delivered then looked around at the other men in the room. All of them were staring at the scene with fascination. She could see that many of them had erections of their own and she wondered for a second whether they would be let in on the fun. But James quickly extinguished any thoughts they may have had in that direction.

"She's my ex-girlfriend," he told them. "This was my compensation, my revenge."

Holly breathed a sigh of relief. As much as she had enjoyed being the centre of attention, the idea of having to give blow jobs to all of these men, many of whom she worked with, was too horrible to contemplate. Indeed, she thought to herself, had James ordered her to do so, she might well have refused and lost her claim to the million pounds.

James allowed Holly at least the small amount of privacy of being allowed to get dressed again in the bathroom, and then showed her to the door, where they said goodbye to each other. Their relationship was forever changed, but in what way she was not sure.

***

Holly arrived home tired out from her day, but desperately wanting to satisfy her built up desires before she went to sleep. She reached in her drawer for her vibrator, but then paused and closed the drawer again. After today's experience, she had a different idea. She went down to her kitchen and found what she was looking for in her fruit bowl -- a banana.

She raced upstairs to her room and quickly dropped her jeans and knickers. She spread her legs again, but this time there was no audience -- this was solely for her own benefit. She used her left hand to rub her clit whilst she toyed with the banana in her right hand, wondering if she would be brave enough to try it.

She started to fantasise about the events of the day, and soon her mind wandered. She knew that she would be seeing Dan, her supervisor, in the office the next morning. She wondered what things would be like between them.

She began to fantasise about him blackmailing her, threatening to tell the head of department if she didn't... if she didn't what? She imagined him getting her on her knees in front of his desk, unzipping his fly. He was at least ten years older than her. All her boyfriends had been a similar age to her. She'd never done anything with a man of his age before.

She rubbed her clit harder, and looked again at the banana.

Would he ask for a blow job, she wondered? Or something more? She wanted something more now.

In her fantasy he had her leaning forwards over his desk, naked from the waist down, top open, bra pulled aside, groping her, coming up behind her, and...

She slipped the banana inside her. The skin felt wonderfully smooth and encouraged her to slide it in further.

Dan had such a big cock, she thought. She pushed further. Her career depended on this.

She started to withdraw the banana, then thrust it in deeper. What a big cock Dan had. 

She pushed it in and out, growing with confidence, the pleasure it gave her driving her on. She wondered what Dan was doing now in real life. Was he thinking about her? Quite probably. Was his real cock penetrating an imaginary Holly?

He certainly knew what he was doing, she thought. There was something to be said for experience.

The banana which acted as his stand in continued to deliver her with waves of pleasure. It filled her and explored her in a way no man ever had.

Finally, with a last thrust she gave herself a fantastic orgasm, the pleasure flushing through her body.

"Dan," she moaned to her imaginary sexual partner. But the banana offered no response.

Lying there in the afterglow of her orgasm, her mind returned to reality. That was two tasks completed, two ex-boyfriends compensated. But there were still three to go. What else would she have to do before she got her million pounds? 



Last Will and Testament Ch. 04



Holly checked her E-mails at lunchtime on her mobile phone. Just one new message. Sender: Mr. Pointer.

It was now about a week since she had completed the second of her tasks. She still had three more to go if she wanted to get her hands on her million pound inheritance. Three more ex-boyfriends, three more tasks.

Things had been somewhat awkward at work since her previous task. Her supervisor, Dan, and a number of her other colleagues had been present to witness the final part of her previous task. They had seen her naked, licked ice cream from between her legs and watched as she gave her ex-boyfriend a blow job. None of them had mentioned it to her directly, but she had overheard many of them telling their colleagues, and by now she was sure the entire office knew.

She opened the E-mail. The time, place and boyfriend's name were there, but of course no details of the task that she was to perform.

Holly tried to guess what it may be that she would be expected to do for Sam. Sam had been her very first boyfriend, the boy she had lost her virginity to. Their relationship had ended when she slept with his best friend, Rick. Perhaps somewhat stupidly, they had slept together at a party at Sam's house -- Sam had walked in on them, and, though she had pleaded with him to forgive her, tried to suggest that Rick had almost forced her to, he was having none of it. She hadn't seen him since that night. She'd dated Rick for a short while, but it didn't work out.

She knew that Sam was a fitness trainer, and wondered whether the task would be linked to this. She liked to think of herself as quite fit: she did work out in the gym occasionally. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad.

***

Holly arrived at Sam's house at the appointed time -- 10am on a Saturday morning. The house was a small one on a back street in an inner-city suburb.

Checking that she had the correct house number, she walked up the drive and knocked. Sam answered almost straight away.

It was strange seeing him again, years after their last encounter. He was still hot -- he had always worked out a lot and played a lot of sports, and this was obvious from his body. The memories came flooding back to her of how happy she had been with him. Not only had he had the looks; he had had a great personality too. He had adored Holly, and had always paid her plenty of attention. It had been clumsy sometimes, yes, but she had been his first girlfriend, and he'd had all the right intentions.

Sometimes she regretted cheating on him. Perhaps if she hadn't they could still be together now. She saw his facial expression, and could see that as much as he was trying to hide it, just seeing Holly again had brought back the hurt of that night when he had caught her with Rick. She regretted that.

Sam showed her into the living room, where Mr. Pointer was standing.

"Well, let's get it over with, then," Holly said.

Mr. Pointer produced the envelope and passed it to Sam. Sam tore it open, read the contents, and looked thoughtful.

As with the previous task, he allowed Mr. Pointer to see it, but did not reveal the instructions to Holly. Unlike either of the previous tasks, however, Sam explained that as he would have to make some arrangements, the task could not be completed today. She would have to come back tomorrow. She protested to Mr. Pointer, but he agreed with Sam -- arrangements would have to be made; it might be inconvenient, but she would have to come back.

*** That night Holly thought back over her time with Sam. She had felt so different then. She had been very shy at school, and it was not until she met Sam early on in her time at University that she had even been out on a date. She still had not had much confidence and had been very flattered when he asked her out. He was the boy all the girls wanted to date.

She remembered their first date. He'd taken her to an expensive restaurant. He'd saved up his wages from his Saturday job for weeks to take her. It had been really awkward -- neither of them had known what to do or say. But there had been something between them.

She remembered the dates afterwards, the growing chemistry, eventually the night that his parents were away. They had planned everything. He had promised to buy the condoms, but she knew him. For all his tough guy image, he'd be too embarrassed. She was right. Fortunately she'd taken the initiative to buy some herself. Extra large. That's what her friends had suggested they'd need. Truth was, she was rather scared that he might be.

The night had come and he had done a fantastic job. He'd cooked her a romantic meal. OK, so it tasted terrible, but he'd made the effort. He'd even scattered rose petals up the stairs. Seriously. Despite his tough guy image, he was so gentle with her, and as she lay there in his arms, she couldn't imagine ever being with another guy.

Sam had always been a bit shy in the bedroom though. As she grew in confidence with him, there were things she wanted to try that he didn't want to do. He didn't even like her talking dirty to him. She loved him, she felt so lucky to have him, but she just wished he would be a bit more adventurous.

Then Rick ruined it. Rick was one of Sam's friends, and he was dating Amy, one of Holly's friends. Holly had confided in Amy about Sam's reluctance to experiment in the bedroom, and Amy in return had told her all about the different things she had tried with Rick. Amy must have told Rick about the conversation, and he started to taunt Sam about his reserved nature in the bedroom.

Well, that party had come, she had probably had too much to drink, and Rick offered to show her what she was missing. At first she had declined, but then she had got into an argument with Sam. She had accused him of paying too much attention to the other girls there. She was over-reacting, she realised now, but somehow she had ended up in bed with Rick. Sam had caught her, and that had been that for their relationship. Holly often wondered what would have happened had it not been for that stupid mistake.

*** The next day Holly turned up at Sam's house to see him waiting by the car with Mr. Pointer. After exchanging short greetings, they all got in the car, and Sam drove.

Soon Sam pulled in to a car park and they all got out of the car. Sam led them round a corner, and she saw the reason they were there.

In front of them was a large obstacle course, which she guessed Sam must use as part of his fitness training. Sam explained that the task was simple -- to complete the task she would have to complete the obstacle course.

He led her into a small hut. A group of four men, all dressed in khaki (as was Sam), were inside, some standing, some crouched on the floor.

"OK, we just need to get you into your uniform then you're ready to go," said one of them.

"Uniform?" Holly asked, looking around.

"Yes, just there," the man said, gesturing to what looked like an empty space.

Holly looked at Sam, confused.

Sam blushed.

"Your uniform is... well... invisible," he said quietly.

"You mean that I have to do the course naked?" Holly asked, not really surprised.

"Well, no, just in... well, the invisible uniform," Sam explained, unhelpfully.

"And where do I get changed?" Holly asked, already able to guess the answer.

"Here will do just fine," said another of the khaki clad men.

Six pairs of eyes -- Sam's, Mr. Pointer's, and the four other men's, stared at her.

Sighing, Holly started to undress. Firstly she took off her jacket, then looked around for somewhere to put it. She didn't want to put it on the floor, which looked very dusty and dirty. One of the men held out a hand and took it from her. Next she pulled her top over her head and handed this to him too.

She crouched to pull off her shoes and socks, pushing the removed socks into the shoes and placing them to one side. She winced as she had to put her bare feet down on the grotty floor. Next she took off her jeans, handing these too to the willing assistant.

Once again it was time to reveal her body to strangers. She reached behind her back to undo the clasp on her bra. The fact that she was in a small ramshackle hut rather than the safety of a house made her feel more nervous about exposing herself, and she delayed the reveal until the last moment, holding the bra to her chest as she pulled the straps over her arms. Finally she took a deep breath and pulled the bra from her chest, surrendering it to the man who was holding the ever growing pile of her clothes.

Finally it came to the last item protecting her modesty. She placed her right hand in front of her crotch and edged her knickers down using her other hand. She stepped out of them, being careful not to allow them to touch the floor, then handed them too to the man holding the rest of her clothes. She then joined her right and left hands together and held them in front of her crotch, giving her the slightest protection from the men's gaze.

The man holding her clothes picked up a rucksack which had been left in the corner of the room and shoved the clothes in there. Then he indicated back to the location of the supposed "invisible uniform".

"Now put your uniform on," he ordered.

Holly realised that this was a little charade they had planned. She was now expected to mime getting herself into a uniform.

"Um... so, underwear first, I suppose?" Holly asked.

"Why, how else do you normally dress?" one of the men asked, laughing.

Holly pretended to pick something up.

"Ah, she's gone for the g-string," laughed one of the men.

She tried to ignore him, and concentrated on pretending to put the underwear on. She did try to mime with one hand, but found it impossible, and had to use both hands, meaning that she completely uncovered her crotch.

"A bare pussy!" one of the men declared, and the others laughed.

"Was she like that when she was with you?" another asked Sam.

"Um... no, she was always quite hairy down there," Sam said, quietly.

Holly found this discussion particularly embarrassing; a group of men standing around discussing her pubic hair. She remembered that she had worried for weeks before their first time whether she should shave, whether her being unshaved would put him off.

The imaginary g-string on, she reached for another item.

One of the men supplied the details.

"Not just a bra, a sports bra," he declared, laughing. "Stops your tits bouncing about as much. Sam's thoughtful like that."

She mimed putting on the bra. After that came the trousers, the shirt and the jacket. Having completed the ritual, she was of course as naked as when she had started. More naked, given that she was no longer covering her crotch.

The men continued to leer at her body and make lewd comments. Holly kept looking at Sam. He wasn't joining in. In fact, most of the time he wasn't even looking at her. He seemed somewhat embarrassed about the whole thing.

***

It was drizzling with rain as she walked out onto the obstacle course. The sky was filled with black clouds, and Holly was keen to get the task over with before a downpour began.

The men set themselves out around the course. One of them led her to the starting line. She looked at the first obstacle -- a high cargo net for her to climb. The man blew his whistle, and she set off.

The net seemed even higher than it looked once she started climbing it, but she made good progress up it. It was going to be difficult, she was sure, but the course shouldn't be anything she couldn't handle.

Reaching the top of the net she found a rope which she was supposed to swing down on. She grabbed on to the rope, wrapped her body around it, then jumped from the platform, swinging down. The ride ended with a splash in a large pool of cold, muddy water. She released the rope, stood up and looked down at her body, now covered in water and mud. She was looking forward to a nice hot shower when this was over.

Holly waded through the pool and out the other side. With the water dripping off her, she ran on to the next obstacle. It was a ladder of overhead monkey bars. She stood on the step at the beginning and reached up to grab the first bar. Her other hand joined her first, and she was now suspended from the bars. She started to move carefully along the bars, first moving one hand then bringing the other to join it. She was aware that her body was now completely exposed to the watching men, but tried to block this out and just focus on making her way safely along the bars.

She almost made it to the end, but a combination of her wet hands, the wet bar and a bit of over-confidence meant that she lost her grip and fell. The fall was not particularly far, but she landed rather ungracefully with her bottom taking the impact of the fall, much to the amusement of those watching. She quickly stood up and started to rub her now aching bottom.

She went to start on the monkey bars again, but Sam rushed over.

"Sorry, Holly, the rules are that if you fail to complete any part of the obstacle course you have to start the course again."

At least she had not got very far round, she thought, and started to head off for the starting line.

"Not so fast," Sam instructed. An air of authority was in his voice now. Perhaps now they were on the course, his professional trainer side was taking over.

"We don't want to be here all day, and judging by your performance so far, we might well be at this rate. So Simon asked me to help you along with a few extra incentives."

Holly didn't like the sound of that.

Sam asked Holly to get back on the monkey bars. She was confused, but complied. The rain was still coming down and the sooner this was over the better.

Holly looked down at Sam, and saw that whilst she had been getting back on the bars, one of his assistants had come over and handed him something. She realised almost immediately what it was. He stepped up to where Holly was hanging down from the bars, still gripping on tightly to avoid falling again. At first she thought it was a table tennis racket, but then she realised its actual purpose. It was a spanking paddle.

Sam stood behind her. She tried to look back to see what was happening but he ordered her to keep looking straight ahead.

"Holly, you don't realise how much you hurt me when you cheated on me with Rick. However much this hurts you, it won't be anything like that much. But it's time you were taught a lesson."

He delivered the first smack to her bottom. It was brought with some force, right onto her left buttock. She squealed out, mainly from surprise, but also from the feeling of the paddle making contact with her bottom, which was already sore from the fall. The blow made her body swing forward slightly, and she almost lost her grip on the bars.

Holly clutched on to the bars tighter and took a deep breath. She wasn't going to show him how much she was hating this.

Now a second blow, this time to her right buttock. Holly had never been spanked before, and was surprised by how much it hurt. For the first time in her life, she wished that Sam didn't work out quite so much. Another hard smack back on her left cheek. Holly winced but didn't cry out. Smack, smack, smack. Ouch, ouch, ouch. He alternated the swats, spreading the punishment between each of her cheeks.

He only gave her ten smacks. It must have only been a short time, but it seemed like ages. Then he allowed her to let go on the bars, and this time she managed to land on her feet.

She looked at Sam. There was a look of satisfaction on his face, a small smile. She had hurt him all those years ago. Now he had his chance to get his own back.

Back to the start of the course. The whistle blew again. Up the cargo net again. Swinging down into the muddy water with a splash. Standing up, running to the bars. More careful this time. She completed the bars without incident. "Yes!" she exclaimed, and ran on to the next obstacle.

The next obstacle was a series of bars set at different heights. One of the men from the hut was standing by them, and explained to Holly what she must do. She must climb over the first one, go under the second one, over the third, etc.

The first few were not much of a problem, but as she got further on the ones she had to go over got higher and the ones she had to go under got lower. She had almost reached the end when she caught her foot on one of the bars as she went over it and fell, grabbing onto the next bar to break her fall. She looked round, hoping no one would have noticed, but saw Sam running towards her, carrying the paddle.

Sam led Holly to a bar that he thought of appropriate height, then ordered her to bend over it. It was a humiliating position to be in, naked, bottom in the air. Before he commenced the spanking, another lecture.

"Holly, I want you to remember this the next time you're thinking of cheating on someone. If you misbehave, you'll always get punished for it in the end."

Having got her into this position he once again commenced a spanking over her already sore bottom. Smack. He hit her right cheek first. Smack. Now on her left cheek. She winced but did not react. The third smack hit her on a particularly painful part of her right buttock, and she let out an exclamation of "ouch!" Almost immediately Sam delivered another smack to exactly the same place.

Six more whacks with the paddle followed. Holly managed to just about resist crying out again. She reassured herself that next time she would get this right -- he wouldn't paddle her a third time.

Back to the start of the course, and this time she tackled it with renewed determination. Up the cargo net, swing down on the rope -- splash. Across the monkey bars. Next it was over and under, over and under. She cleared the last one and gave another little cheer, mainly to herself.

She looked up to see what was next and her heart sank. They had set up a gauntlet for her to run through, and had hung large punchbags on either side for the men to swing. The four men had now lined up, two on each side, each holding one of the bags.

Holly stood at the start of the gauntlet, steeling herself. The men looked at her, expectantly. Finally she decided to go for it. She ran past the first man before he had a chance to release, narrowly avoided the second bag, but was hit by the third. It wasn't particularly heavy, but it caught her off balance and she fell to the floor. At least they had put down a padded mat to break her fall.

She scrambled to her feet and saw Sam running over again. This time though he didn't seem to be carrying the paddle.

"Something a bit different this time," he explained. "Joe here is going to get a reward for being the one to knock you over."

Holly looked at the man who had knocked her from her feet. He was the one who had earlier embarrassed her so much by asking Sam about whether she had been shaved when she was with him. He had a smirk on his face.

"Holly, stand here," Sam said, gesturing to a space near to the gauntlet.

Holly did as she was told.

"Stand with your legs apart and hands behind your head," Sam ordered.

She looked at him, but he just stared back at her defiantly. She dreaded what was coming next, but just wanted it over and done with. She did as she was told.

"Go on, Joe, she's all yours," Sam said.

Joe stepped forwards and stood facing Holly. He contemplated her exposed body for a minute, then reached out with his hands and grabbed her breasts. Holly's natural reaction was to stop him, to push him off, but she knew that this was not allowed. She kept her hands behind her head, out of the way.

Joe played with her breasts roughly. Firstly he gave each of them a good squeeze. Next it was her nipples' turn, and each was given a few hard tweaks. Then he had some fun bouncing them up and down and side to side with his hands. Holly hated having her breasts treated like this. She wished that she had been given another paddling instead.




Last Will and Testament Ch. 04



"What's wrong, bitch?" Joe asked. "You wouldn't be complaining if it was Rick doing this, would you?"

Next he placed a hand between her spread legs, roughly exploring her intimate parts with his fingers.

"Cute ex you've got here," he said to Sam. "I see why you miss shagging her so much."

Finally it was Sam, who had been looking increasingly uncomfortable at Joe's manhandling of his ex-girlfriend, who told Joe to stop. With a last squeeze of her breasts the man reluctantly complied.

Holly of course had to go back to the start again, and by now she was starting to get tired. Her whole body ached -- her legs from the running, her bottom from her earlier fall and her paddlings, her breasts from their rough treatment by Joe and from swinging about unrestrained by the "invisible" sports bra. She was soaked and covered in mud. But here she was, back at the start, wondering if she would ever complete the course. Her million pounds once again looked under threat.

Things went from bad to worse as she slipped twice more from the monkey bars, each time earning another painful paddling. Finally though she made it round, past these, and over the high and low bars. She looked at the gauntlet and knew that she wasn't prepared to be fondled again. She would just have to get through. And through it she got. Joe once again hit her with the bag, but this time she stayed on her feet, and ran triumphantly out the other side.

But the course was not over yet. She looked ahead and saw that between where she was and the next obstacle was a pool of muddy water to wade through. At least this was something she couldn't fail at, she told herself. She ran into the pool, determined to get through it and out the other side. But she hadn't accounted for how slippery it was. Almost as soon as she stood in it her foot slipped and she fell forward into the water.

She stood to see Joe come running towards her, this time carrying a rucksack. What was in the rucksack, she wondered? She soon found out. Joe opened the rucksack and pulled out a pair of knickers. Her knickers. He threw them down into the muddy puddle. Next he reached in again and pulled out her top. He threw this into the water too. All Holly could do was watch as her jacket, then her bra, then her jeans went into the muddy water. Finally her trainers landed in the water with a splash.

The rain continued to pour, running down Holly's naked body. She was freezing, covered in mud, and now her clothes were soaked through too. But there was nothing she could do about that now. She ran back to the start to have a fresh attempt at the course. 

This time she made it successfully over all the obstacles, through the gauntlet, through the pool of water, her clothes still there soaking. Now she could see that just two obstacles stood between her and the finish line. There was a long thin balance bar to negotiate, and finally a tunnel to crawl through. She was nearly there.

Taking a deep breath she steadied herself at the beginning of the bar. She placed one foot on first, taking her time. The bar was slippery underneath her wet foot, and she was tired from her previous runs of the course. Slowly, stretching both arms out for balance, she placed the other foot in front of the first.

She had made it about half-way across when she overbalanced and fell. Inevitably the bar itself had been stretched across a shallow pool of muddy water, and her already wet body got even more soaked. But that made little difference now. The question was what the penalty would be for failing to complete the obstacle.

It was Joe again who came over to her. She wondered why Sam had stopped delivering the punishments. Joe was carrying something, and as he came nearer she could see what it was. She had never seen a pair before, but she knew what they were for. Nipple clamps.

Joe had her stand again with her hands behind her head, legs apart, the position chosen to add to add to her embarrassment and feeling of helplessness as he went to administer the punishment.

Joe pulled roughly on her left nipple and then clamped it. Holly winced. As he let go of the clamp, she felt an extra tug on her nipple. The clamp had a small weight attached to it. Now he did the same to her right nipple. Another wince. She'd never had her nipples treated like this before. They'd been gently nibbled by boyfriends, but never had cruel hard clamps like these applied by a man she didn't know.

Finally Joe adjusted each of the clamps so they pinched even tighter on her poor nipples. He gave a final rough parting tug on each of them for good measure. Holly couldn't help but wince and Joe smiled, pleased to have got a reaction. She tried to look on the positive side. If she needed a final incentive to get round the course, getting these clamps off was it.

She returned to the start of the course, trying not to think about the feeling of her nipples being crushed by the clamps. Up the cargo net, down the rope. The weights on the clamps swung in all directions, pulling her nipples with them.

Over the monkey bars, but by now her arms were tired. She lost her grip and fell. Sam was on the scene again with the paddle. This time though his expression was different to before. Instead of looking pleased at getting his revenge, he looked like he felt sorry for her.

He had her back hanging from the bars, and again the paddle made contact with her bottom. Smack, smack, smack. Holly thought that perhaps Sam was being more gentle than before, but given that the smacks were hitting her already punished bottom and given how tired she was, it made little difference. As the final of the ten spanks hit her bottom, she reminded herself why she was doing this. One million pounds.

But there was another reason, too. Simon had set her these tasks to punish her, to redress the wrongs that she had done to her ex-boyfriends. For the first time, she felt properly chastised, properly punished. Partially it was because of the physical nature of the punishment, but partially also it was because it was Sam. He was the ex-boyfriend that she really regretted cheating on, and if any of her ex-boyfriends deserved their revenge, it was him.

She went for what she hoped was a final run of the course. She made it over the monkey bars, past the high and low bars, through the gauntlet, over the balance bar. Finally she had to get on her hands and knees to crawl through the tunnel, then she would be finished.

She started to climb into the tunnel. It was quite wide but dark and long and twisted enough that she couldn't see the end. As she crawled through she suddenly felt something between her legs. She jumped and shrieked. Then she realised what it was. One of the men -- she couldn't make out who in the dark -- was hiding in the tunnel, and had started to grope her. His hand ran up her body and started to pull on the clamps. That hurt. She moved on quickly, and his hand slipped down her body again, grabbing at her between her legs. This spurred her on, and she moved quickly through the tunnel, finally reaching the exit.

Then there it was, the finish line. She ran to it as fast as she could, muscles aching, tired out, breasts bouncing everywhere, weights painfully pulling on her clamped nipples. She didn't care. She ran over the finishing line and threw herself to the ground.

*** Holly thought the punishment was over, but it still had a few stings in its tail. Firstly there was Sam taking the clamps off her nipples. As the circulation resumed, they ached and hurt even more than before. She was now suffering for every jolt and tug there had been on them whilst she had been running round the course.

Secondly there was the question of her clothes. They had been left in the puddle of muddy water. Holly even offered to return home in her "invisible" uniform, but Sam insisted on her getting putting the clothes back on.

Firstly she had to mime removing the invisible uniform, then she was passed her clothes.

Firstly she had to pull on the sodden knickers. It was a most unpleasant feeling around her private parts, but, she told herself, it was all part of the punishment, all part of making it up to Sam. Next the bra gave her the same clammy feeling round her breasts, and then the jeans, top and jacket followed. Finally her already muddy feet went into the dirty socks, and then she put her trainers on.

Sam offered her and Mr. Pointer a lift. She squelched over to his car and took a seat in the back.

The drive back to Sam's house passed in silence, allowing Holly to reflect on the day. Her body was aching all over, particularly her poor nipples and bottom, but, she told herself, this was exactly what she deserved. It was what she had deserved since she had allowed Rick to get his hands all over her back at that party years ago. She really hoped that today had made Sam feel better, and, she thought, brightening up a little at the thought, that was three tasks down -- more than halfway towards the million pounds! It all seemed like a rather trivial sacrifice when you thought of it like that.

They got back to Sam's house. Mr. Pointer bade them goodbye, got in his car and drove off. Holly started to head towards her own car, wanting to get home as fast as she could and get out of these clothes and into a nice warm bath.

Sam gave her a concerned look.

"Do you want to come in to my house and get changed?"

She thought about the drive back to her home. She really didn't want another minute in these soaking, dirty clothes.

"OK, thanks," she smiled.

Sam offered her the chance to take a bath, and she happily accepted. He led her to the bathroom and moved to leave.

"Erm... Sam?" Holly said.

"Yes?" he said, peering back in.

"There's no need to go. You've seen me naked all day. There's hardly any point in me hiding from you now, is there?"

"I suppose not," he said. "If you're sure."

Holly turned the hot tap on and then stripped out of the wet clothes. Sam watched. Holly didn't mind at all.

They sat there in an awkward silence as the bath filled up. Once it was full enough and to the right temperature, Holly climbed in. A hot bath had never felt so good.

Sam smiled. After everything, he still liked seeing Holly happy.

He found some bubble bath and poured it in. The relaxing odour filled the room.

"So," Holly asked at length. "Did you enjoy today?"

Sam thought for a long while.

"I feel so much better now," he said. "You deserved to be punished, and now you have been. I don't hate you any more."

"That's good," Holly said, and she meant it.

"How are you?" Sam asked.

"Sore!" said Holly.

"Something for you to think about next time you're planning on cheating on someone," Sam said.

"I wouldn't..." Holly started. Then she decided to rephrase.

"Well... I can't say I wouldn't ever cheat on someone again, but... if I could go back and start again, I wouldn't cheat on you," she said.

"We were young," Sam said magnanimously. "You made a mistake."

They talked some more as Holly relaxed and cleaned herself. They talked about the good times they had had together, the hopes and dreams they had never fulfilled. She remembered all the feelings she'd had for him back then.

Finally she raised herself from the bath and grabbed a towel. It had been on the radiator and was wonderfully warm against her body. She rubbed herself dry, then wrapped the towel around her body.

Holly looked at Sam. She really, really needed a cuddle right now. She told him so. He obliged. It felt so good to be hugged by him. She held onto him tight. Her body still ached, but it was a good ache. She had been punished, deservedly so, and now she hoped she had put right what she had done wrong.

Now she wanted a massage. She led him into his room. She dropped the towel and lay face down on the bed. She asked, and again he obliged.

He ran his strong hands across her back, pushing the last of the tension from her muscles. She loved the feel of his hands, their warmth, their dexterity, the love with which they worked their way across her bare skin. She remembered the first time she'd asked for a massage. Neither of them had known what he was supposed to be doing, and it hadn't really felt any good. But he had persevered, and had learnt exactly what her body liked. Now he was showing that he hadn't forgotten any of it.

She rolled over onto her front.

"Kiss my nipples better," she ordered softly.

Sam knelt down and lent forward. He placed the gentlest of kisses on her right nipple, then another. Next he gently massaged it with his tongue. Her nipple had paid its price, and now it was being rewarded for its sacrifice. It responded to his invite, gently growing erect under his attention. He gave the same treatment to her other nipple, and she let out a satisfied sigh. She'd missed this so much. Not just, she realised, since she split with Ryan, but since she'd split with Sam. No one knew her like he did.

Holly was tired, and her overwhelming instinct, especially after the bath and the massage, was to roll over and go to sleep. But she knew that if she did, it might never be like this between Sam and her again. This might be her one opportunity to finally put right what had gone wrong and to get back with Sam.

"Sam," she said, looking him straight in the eyes. "I can't go home now. It's too late. My clothes are still damp. Could I stay? Just tonight?"

There she was, lay on his bed, naked, legs slightly apart, asking if she could stay. Sam's eyes ran up and down her body, then returned to meet her gaze.

"OK, fine," he said eventually, sounding a little uncertain.

She shuffled over a little then patted the bed. Sam took the hint and lay down beside her. Holly snuggled up to him.

"You're not going to sleep dressed like that, are you?" she asked.

"Um... no," Sam replied.

Holly took this as an invitation and started to pull his shirt off. He didn't resist. Seeing him without his shirt on just made her more determined that this was the right thing to do. He still had an amazing body. She unfastened his belt and undid the button, slowly, teasingly. Again, he didn't resist.

She pulled his jeans off. His erection was now obvious through his boxers. It was even more obvious a few seconds later when she had taken these off. Now Sam finished the job himself by pulling his socks off. Both were now naked, and both wanted the same thing.

Sam rolled on top of Holly, wrapping his arms around her, holding her tight. He started to kiss her, gently, tentatively, almost uncertainly at first. Holly giggled. It reminded her of how they had been their first time, neither knowing what to do. She kissed him back, more forcefully, more passionately.

They lay there for a while, just kissing, reacquainting themselves with the feeling of being close to each other.

"I've missed this so much," Holly murmured to Sam.

Sam smiled and cuddled her a little tighter.

"I've missed you too, beautiful," he responded.

Sam moved his attention on to Holly's neck. The pleasurable feeling contrasted sharply with the more painful feelings that her body had become accustomed to today, and this made it feel all the better.

Now he moved down her body, soon arriving back at her breasts, her nipples still erect from his earlier kissing and then from have been pressed against his body.

This time Sam kept his attention away from her nipples, treating the rest of her breasts to his loving attention.

"It was a real turn on watching your boobs bounce around earlier as you ran round the course," he said, softly, before returning to rewarding her breasts for the display they had given.

"Don't remind me," Holly winced. She had almost forgotten that her breasts were still aching from their earlier adventures, but now she could feel it again. She tried to focus on the loving attention they were now receiving.

"Sorry," Sam said, and started gently stroking her breasts, breaking off only to deliver well aimed kisses.

"That's good, baby," she told him, biting her lip slightly.

"I felt really sorry for you having those nipple clamps on," Sam continued, now using his fingers to gently caress her nipples. "It looked like Joe put them on really tight."

Again Holly winced. Joe had certainly made sure her nipples suffered.

"Yeah," she said, not really wanting to get into it.

"You ever used nipple clamps before?" Joe asked, slightly squeezing her right nipple between his fingers.

"No," Holly said quietly.

"Maybe we should try some time, when they've had a rest, but a bit more gentle," he smiled, giving her other nipple a gentle, teasing squeeze.

"Maybe," Holly smiled back. It wasn't the prospect of having her nipples clamped again that was making her smile, though, but the fact that he was suggesting there might be another time. Maybe he really did want to get back together.

Sam had now started to massage his erect cock with one hand, using the other to rub Holly between her legs. He knew how to tease her, rubbing all round her lips but never quite reaching her clit.

So far Holly had let Sam do all the work. She was tired out. She was enjoying having the love of her life treating her to his specialist attention. She was focussing on enjoying every second of this reunion. But the more excited she got, the more her instinct for control returned.

She gently pushed his hand off his cock and replaced it with her own, deliberately going much slower than she knew he wanted. Each thrust elicited a light moan from Sam.

Sam tentatively moved his hand up onto her clit, and she rewarded him with a tighter grip. His moans increased, and were now mingled with her own audible expressions of pleasure.

Now Sam knelt over her, giving them both a fantastic view of each other's upper bodies. He pressed her penis against her exposed vulva, and started to gently rub himself against her moist lips. They looked at each other, sharing the feeling of pleasure that this was giving each of them.

Sam's cock was frustrating her so much. It felt so good, but he was rubbing it so gently that she knew it could feel so much better. She placed her hand on his cock, gently pushing it against her lips, increasing the pressure, increasing the pleasure. She pushed a little harder, so he was between her lips, so close to entering her. The only thing she could think about now was Sam, and how much she wanted him inside her.

"Holly... can I...?" Sam asked.

She wanted that so much too. But... she remembered their old game. Sam had to ask before he went into her. She would always pretend to think about it for a while, but really she was judging the look on his face, watching it get ever more frustrated, even more pleading, before eventually she said yes. Or occasionally...

"Hmm..." she said, thoughtfully, after a pause of a few seconds. He was still rubbing his cock against her, now letting the tip make contact with her clit. Making him wait was as much torture for her as it was for him, but she had to remain in control.

"Yes..."

She left the word hanging in the air just long enough for him to start to enter her. She had to fight with herself to utter the next word.

"But..."

He stopped. Only the very tip of his penis had entered her. He hesitated for a second then withdrew. She had trained him well.

"Only after you've done ten press-ups."

The look on his face. At first he looked like he was going to laugh, like he thought she was joking. Then he saw the look on her face. She was serious. A pained expression on his face. He might have made her body hurt earlier today, but this was her own form of torture.

He jumped off the bed and on to the floor, immediately commencing the proscribed press-ups. Holly took the chance to get a good look at his body. He had such an incredible body, and these naked press-ups were a great way for him to show it off to her.




Last Will and Testament Ch. 04



She counted for him. "1... 2... 3... 4..." Her body begged her to let him rejoin her, but she was teasing herself as much as she was him.

"5... 6... 7..." He was quick. Maybe ten hadn't been enough.

"8... 9... 9 and a half..."

He stopped for a second, shot her an annoyed look, then another press-up. "9 and three quarters."

She'd never been good at maths. She wasn't quite sure what came next. Four fifths? Oh, who cared? She wanted him back in bed.

"Ten."

He jumped back on the bed, but before he could resume his position on top, Holly jumped on him, lying on top of him, cuddling up tightly.

She kissed him passionately, and he kissed back.

"You are... so... hot..." she told him between kisses.

His hands explored her body once more, running down her back and onto her bottom. The touch of his hands reminded her that she was still sore from her earlier spankings, but that didn't matter now. All that mattered was one thing.

Holly knelt in her favourite cowgirl position. She took a firm hold of his cock, placing the tip against her exposed lips, rubbing it against her, teasing him. Finally she slowly let him inside her, getting used to the feeling of having a man inside her again. Once he was inside she started to ride him, gently at first, then harder as she became more and more excited.

"Holly..." he moaned.

"Not yet," she urged.

"I can't... wait much longer," he breathed.

"Me neither, baby," she reassured him.

Sam decided to provide a helping hand, rubbing her clit to heighten her arousal. The pleasure built up inside her, ready to take her over. She was watching his face, trying to imagine how he was feeling as he tried his best to stop himself from finishing until she was ready.

She wanted to be close to him, to feel her breasts against his chest, to kiss him again. She lowered her body, cuddling up tight to him, still riding his cock, and almost immediately felt herself engulfed in a wave of pleasure, her whole body tingling.

It was a good few seconds before she became aware enough of her surroundings to realise that Sam had also had him orgasm, and she clutched him even tighter, kissing him hard, so pleased that he had lasted, waited so that they could both share the experience together.

But, she thought to herself, she never had given him permission to cum. She told him so.

He laughed. He knew Holly, knew she meant it as a joke.

"I'm going to have to spank you for that," she said, narrowing her eyes at him in mock disapproval of his actions.

"What? Now?" Sam asked, sounding not entirely adverse to the idea.

Holly thought about it. It would be an appropriate end to the day, in a way. But not as an appropriate end as this one, just lying here in the afterglow, cuddled up to the love of her life. Plus, she was too tired. All she wanted to do now was to go to sleep.

"No," she said, yawning. "Not now. Some time in the future though. When you most deserve it."

She closed her eyes and almost immediately fell asleep in his arms.