Nathan Silvers
Hung strung houseguest

CHAPTER ONE

"Oh, yes, I'd love to come," Renee Cloud said. "You mean your father invited me for the whole weekend?"

"Yes," Janine replied. "It was when he met you at the open day, he said he'd really like you to visit."

Janine looked a bit apprehensive, shuffling her foot in the dirt of the schoolyard.

"Great!" Renee was in seventh heaven.

"Make sure you get permission from your parents."

"Oh, no trouble." Renee knew her parents didn't care what she did, or indeed what happened to her.

Janine was her only real friend at school and both of them were very isolated from the rest of the girls. Which was strange because the two girls were very attractive. They both had the same slim, long legs, tight swelling asses and slender waists.

Janine's tits were larger than Renee's, and Janine envied Renee for that. Renee's tits were just right – high, thrusting globes that didn't need the support of a bra. Renee was also the more beautiful of the two. Her shoulder-length dark hair framed a dark, sensuous face with luscious red lips, a straight nose and deep fawn eyes.

Both girls were chased by many of the neighborhood boys, but they both kept them at bay. They had met about a month ago, just after Janine had enrolled in the school, and they had been close ever since. Now Renee was to spend a weekend with Janine – it was wonderful!

It seemed an age to Friday, but finally Renee took her weekend bag to school and caught Janine's bus with her afterwards.

The house was a large, older one, set back from the road.

Janine opened the door. "Anybody home? Oh, hi, this is my mom, Renee."

"Hello, Mrs. Messier," Renee said. It was obvious where Janine got her looks from. Her mother was also a blonde, her straight hair framing a strong, good-looking face and a rather hard mouth.

"You girls go and have a good time," Mrs. Messier said. "I'll let you know when dinner's ready."

The two girls went up to Janine's room and put the television on. Janine seemed ill-at-ease as she rolled onto the bed and watched a game show.

"You ever been with a boy?" she asked Renee suddenly.

"Me?" Renee laughed. "No, my mom says my dad would kill me if I went with a boy. It's funny, he doesn't take any notice of what I do, unless there's a boy around. He hates that."

"Yes, but have you ever wanted to be with a boy?" Janine persisted.

"You mean petting and things?"

"No." Janine chuckled. "I mean getting fucked, you know, getting his cock up you?"

"Oh, no!" Renee replied. "I wouldn't do anything like that. Why? I mean, have you?"

"Oh me?" Janine shifted uncomfortably. "Well, sort of, you know…"

"No, tell me," Renee said, her curiosity aroused.

"Oh, nothing, it's just that my family, you know, they're a bit strange, that's all. Come on, we'd better dress for dinner."

"Dress for dinner?" Renee echoed in amazement.

"Yeah, it's like a game we play with my dad and his friends. We serve the stuff before we sit down."

"What?" Renee was shocked. She hadn't come here to be a maid for the weekend.

"Oh, don't worry," Janine said, "it's fun." She went to her closet and pulled out a pair of maid's costumes. Renee was amazed and worried.

"Oh, don't worry," Janine said, "it's just like dressing up."

Renee hardly knew what, to do. She was uncomfortable, but Janine seemed to know what she was doing. She followed what Janine did. Undressing was the most embarrassing, and she made sure she didn't look at Janine.

First there was a pair of black, net stockings. Renee had never worn stockings in her life, being a traditional teenager in her tight Levi's and loose top. She learned how to clip the lacy garter straps onto the stockings and clip the belt around her slim waist. Then there was a pair of tight black panties, so tight that they showed every curve of Renee's pussy mound and ass. The little quarter-cup bra thrust her tits up, her nipples free of the top of the cup. Then there was the little black slip that only just covered the bra at one end and Renee's ass at the other. On top of that went the uniform dress, high cut around the neck, and the hem stopped just below the stocking tops, revealing Renee's lovely thighs with each movement. The finishing touches were the white apron, a hat and a pair of five-inch high heels.

Renee found the heels very difficult to walk in, and she was also frightened by what she was wearing. She studied herself in the mirror, amazed at the way the outfit showed every curve of her delightful body, and the long perfection of her legs. It was an open invitation to boys, Renee decided, and she was glad this was only a game.

When they got downstairs, Renee got another shock. She knew Janine's father, Franz, but not the two men with him. She shook hands with Franz shyly. He was an overpowering man at the best of times, and now his eyes seemed to be piercing her to the bone as he greeted her. "This is Renee," he said to his friends, "and this is Chris and this is Leslie… Business friends of mine."

Renee was even more apprehensive as she shook hands with the other two men. They were both good-looking men oozing confidence. Chris was the taller of the two and in his forties, Renee thought. He had salt-and-pepper hair and strong blue eyes.

Les was in his thirties, and had on a pair of very fashionable light-rimmed glasses. He grinned at Renee as if there was a secret joke between them.

"Well, Renee," he said, "Franz has raved about you, how beautiful you are and all that. I bet a lot of the boys get around you, hey?"

"N-not really," Renee said, blushing furiously.

"April, when's dinner ready?" Franz asked as his wife came in.

Renee got another shock. When April had first arrived, she was dressed in normal jeans and top. Now she wore a distressingly revealing outfit. The blouse was semi-transparent and showed a lacy bra underneath. Her skirt was slit to the top of her thigh, revealing the hint of white stocking tops.

April paraded into the room and slid her hand around Chris' shoulders with what Renee thought was a rather too-familiar gesture.

"Dinner's ready," April said, "you can go and get it, Janine."

"Come on." Janine led Renee into the kitchen.

Renee was feeling more and more frightened as she picked up the tray with soup on it. In her five-inch heels it was very difficult to balance the tray.

"Oh, don't worry," Janine said, "you'll understand in a moment."

She led the way to the main room, and Renee followed her.

The main room was darkly lit, and Renee had difficulty with the tray. Suddenly she tripped in her heels. With a screech, she grabbed at the tray, spilling soup all over the carpet.

"I'm sorry," she said, close to breaking into tears again. "I'll go back and get some more."

There was a moment of total silence. The adults were all around the table, which was in semi-darkness. Renee could see the white of April's blouse and the tall, menacing figures of the men.

"Oh, don't worry," Franz said, "when this happens, you only have to take your punishment, nothing to worry about."

"Punishment?" Renee gasped, trying to get one of her heels back on.

Franz picked up a cane from the table. "Six strokes for the first offense, nothing terrible. Over the back of the chair, young lady."

He pointed to the large padded chair.

"Wh-w-what?" Renee gasped, backing away. She almost tripped in her heels again as she tried to turn and get out of the room.

"I said, over the back of that chair." Franz came around the table, tapping the cane in his hand. "Don't worry, we encourage our girls to mess things up, it's more fun that way, isn't it?"

"No, no, please! What is this!" Renee moaned and broke into tears. "Janine what is this!"

"Just lily family." Janine looked almost sorry for Renee.

Janine climbed onto Chris' lap as he dropped into a large padded chair. She snuggled close to him, sliding her little dress up over her thighs.

"Love me, love my family," she said in a breathless whisper to Renee.

"No, I want to go home!" Renee became panicky as she stared at the horrible cane in Franz's hand.

"I said, over that chair!" Franz grabbed ha. "Noooo!" Renee screamed, struggling in his steel grasp, her dark hair flying wildly.

"Over that chair!" Franz snapped, throwing the screaming schoolgirl face-down over the back of the low, cushioned chair.

Renee wailed, trying to get back upright again. Her short uniform dress had flown up, revealing the curves of her lovely ass and the black panties that covered them.

"Stay there or get tied up."

"No, please, let me go home!" Renee screeched, struggling up on the chair back, tears rolling down her face.

"That's it!" Franz slammed her back down, holding the back of her neck.

"Janine! Janine!" Renee screamed. "Help me!"

"Can't, sorry. Chris wants to feel my pussy while you get whipped. He likes that, and it gets me all wet for all the fucking later."

"Noooo!" Renee screamed. "You can't do this!"

"If you wanna be my friend," Janine said, "you have to live like me, that's the deal." She gasped as Chris slid his fingers into her panties and played with the blonde curls of her pussy. "Ooohhh! Wanna feel my tits too?"

"Sure, you'll catch hell from your dad if he finds your uniform unbuttoned."

"Ohhhh, fuck my dad!" Janine sighed, sliding the top button of her maid's uniform open. "He'd only make me suck you off while he whips me."

Janine blew her father a kiss as she opened the uniform, showing the top of her little slip and bra. She leaned back against Chris, leading his hand to her tits.

Renee stared in horror as she saw the disgusting scene – her friend leaning back against a man old enough to be her father and letting him fondle her tits.

April came up and gave Franz a set of leather cuffs.

"Are you sure about this?" April asked. "Sure," he said. "You wait till she's been at it two days, shit. Remember Janine."

"She isn't Janine," April answered.

"Jealous?" Franz grabbed Renee's wrist and lashed a leather strip round it. "My girls all worship me, you know that?"

Franz lashed Renee's wrist to the leg of the chair.

"Please, Mrs. Messier! Don't let him do this!" Renee pleaded.

April looked at her for a few seconds. "You've got a lot to learn, honey."

Franz lashed Renee's other wrist to the chair.

"Help me!" Renee wailed.

All of them were watching her humiliation. In rising hysteria, she kicked at Franz as he grabbed her ankle. He dodged and ignored her, pushing her legs down, spreading them as he lashed the leather bonds around the schoolgirl's ankles.

"No!" Renee wept.

Franz lashed her legs to the heavy, wooden piece of furniture. Renee screamed and struggled, but it was hopeless. Soon she was utterly helpless, bound face-down over the chair back, her ass sticking up into the air, her legs stretched and her arms pulled down almost to the base of the chair.

She craned her head up to see what was happening and wished she hadn't. April was sitting in a chair close by, smoking a cigarette, her long legs crossed as her slit skirt fell away.

Janine was leaning back against Chris. His fingers played in her pussy and also with her tits. Janine was moaning softly and her hips pushed up and back as Chris worked on her.

Leslie sat close to April, waiting, his legs also crossed.

"Now," Franz said, "for this young lady's punishment."

As if in a nightmare, Renee watched as he took up the cane and came over to the chair. He pushed her little uniform dress out of the way, up over her ass, until the glorious curves were revealed in the tight black panties. The lacy garter straps running over Renee's creamy skin only made the lustful scene look more depraved.

"Six, I said, right?"

"Please, please! Don't! Let me go home!" Renee wailed.

There was a swishing sound, and a terrible agony burst through Renee's body. The thin cane lashed across her tight asscheeks, beating a red line across them. Renee jerked up, unable to believe what was happening to her.

"Aaaagghhgh! Help! No, stop!"

"I did say, six, didn't I?" Franz lashed the schoolgirl again.

"Aaaghhh – oohhh, help!" Renee screamed, pulling wildly against the bonds, her legs trembling and her ass ringing with pain.

"Wasn't it six?" Franz asked, the cane whipping cross Renee's ass in a hard stroke.

"Uuurrgghhh, help!" Renee screamed, jerking helplessly. Her little panties didn't protect her ass at all from the cane, and her flesh burned with horrible agony.

"Did I say six, or didn't I?" Franz demanded, lashing Renee's ass once more.

"Yeaahhh! Yes, yes, yes!" Renee screeched, finally catching on to the way he was torturing her. She twisted and screamed, her little maid's hat falling to the carpet.

"Good. Six it is."

"You've already whipped me four times!" Renee wept. "Please! Let me go! Let me go home – please!"

"Four times?" Franz chuckled. "Those were just to get your attention. Smarten up next time. Now, six strokes."

"Ooooh, God!" Renee sobbed and buried her head in the cushions of the chair.

The cane whipped across her ass. She jerked and screamed, sobbing in absolute horror. As her head came up, she saw Janine, who was spread out on Chris' legs, her hands holding his to her tits and pussy. Her panties were pulled away from her cunt and she stroked her pussylips while Chris' fingers played over her clit. His other hand worked her nipples, squeezing them, while Janine squirmed in his lap, moaning with lust.

The cane whipped into Renee's ass.

"Aaaghhh – help me!" Renee sobbed, her body on fire with the pain.

"That was two, wasn't it?"

"Yes, yes! Please – please don't! Aaagghh!"

"Three." Franz stopped and came close, running his hand over Renee's ass. "Does it hurt?"

"Yes, it hurts!" Renee sobbed. "Please, let me go! Please!"

"My dear," he said, leaning really close now, "when Janine introduced us, I knew I had to have you for the weekend. I've seen many beautiful girls in my time, but you, you are the most wonderful thing I've ever met."

His hard hands ran aver her ass and Renee moaned at the humiliation.

"You have the most wonderful body in the world, you know that?" he whispered. "I mean your tits, and this ass of yours, and I'm willing to bet that your pussy is just as good."

His fingers probed over Renee's panties, pushing closer, to her cunt.

"Please, no! Don't do that!"

Franz chuckled and slid his hand over the crotch of Renee's tight panties, his skillful fingers probing into her pussy crack. "Hmmmm, you're not getting turned on, are you?"

Renee didn't even understand what he meant.

She sobbed louder as his fingers played with her pussylips, spreading them so that he could feel right to the tight entrance of her virgin fuck-hole.

"Have to do something about that. Now, three more strokes."

"Oooh, God, stop!" Renee begged, but he stepped away and the cane whipped in hard, beating into her red, sore asscheeks, making her lurch on the chair, screaming her heart out.

"Four." Franz lashed her again. "Five. Just one more."

Renee gave a long shuddering sob. Her whole body ached from the beating, and her ass was red hot, burning with an agony that she hadn't known before in her life. The cane lashed her ass, beating the last of the torture into her. She screamed and wept, tearing at the bonds, her ankles struggling to pull free.

"Six," Franz said, "very good. Now, would you look at that daughter of mine?"

Renee saw her dress up over her ass, her uniform open to the waist, while Chris' fingers played with her as he wanted. Janine was very aroused, moaning, as Chris' fingers worked her nipples and pussy.

"Here," Franz said to April, "do your duty, you're her mother, she takes after you."

He flipped the cane at his wife and April took it, stubbing her cigarette out as she got up.

"You're fuckin' obsessed with her! Look at you!" She came over to the chair and held the cane over Renee's red-lined ass. "I want her out of this house!"

Her hand went up and she whipped Renee's ass hard.

"Aaaghhh! I'll go!" Renee screamed in agony, her ass throbbing with pain.

"She stays," Franz said, his voice hard. He reached out slowly and took hold of April's blonde hair, pulling her close. "You do as I say."

"You bastard!" April hissed. She stared at her husband and moaned as he twisted her hair and pushed her down to her knees.

"Are you going to punish that slut of a daughter of yours?"

"Please, Franz, please, stop this!" April pleaded.

Renee struggled in the chair, unable to believe what was going on. April's head was close to hers and there was a terrible desire in the woman's eyes as she gazed up at her husband.

"Are you going to whip her?" Franz demanded.

"You bastard!" April screamed, twisting her head, trying to get away.

"Ooohhh, come on, Daddy!" Janine moaned as she lay in Chris' lap. "Come on, I've got to get same cock, I need it real bad."

She slid off Chris' knees and fell between his thighs, groping far his zipper, her hands running over the massive bulge in the front of his pants. Her little dress still rode up over her ass, showing her lovely legs and the curves of her thighs.

"Shit!" Franz roared. "I've got a bitch of a wife and a whore of a daughter – what the fuck do I do!"

"Oh hell, we can take care of your daughter," Leslie said lazily. He got up and took another thin rod from the closet. "Dinner's real late tonight, huh?"

"Sorry about that," Franz muttered as he held onto April's blonde hair.

"Oh, don't worry," Leslie said, "the later dinner is, the better time we have, that's what I've found anyway."

He strode up to Janine as she was grabbing for Chris' cock, puffing it out of his pants, her mouth drooling at the sight of it.

"You wanna watch this?" he said to Chris. "Does Janine give the best head in America?" Chris asked.

"Okay, whore," Leslie instructed, "upon the chair back."

In a shameless display of lust, Janine scrambled up onto the back of the large armchair that Chris was sitting in. She spread her thighs on either side of his head and then slid down his body, her legs spread out behind him, her knees on the chair back. Her hands went to his cock, then her soft lips engulfed Chris' massive swollen cockhead. She gasped and licked over the hard flesh.

"Now what exactly was it you did?" Leslie asked, taking the cane and running it over Janine's heaving ass.

"Ohhhh, I let this horrible man fondle my tits and open my dress." Janine's mouth hovered over Chris' cockhead, her tongue flicking out over the rubbery flesh.

Leslie took the rod and lashed it down, right across Janine's pantied ass, which was a few inches away from Chris' face. Chris stared, his cock heaving as the thin rod beat into Janine's flesh.

Janine gave a scream of lust and sank her mouth around his hard cockhead, sucking at it for all she was worth. The rod lashed her viciously, and she leaped on the chair back, her ass jumping up for more of the rod.

"Yessss! Oh, yes!" she moaned, heaving wildly. "Ooooh, fuck! Do it to me! Please, do it! I'll make it worth it, I will!"

She tossed and sucked as the rod beat into her ass, mashing her panties into her flesh as it whipped in.

Franz twisted his wife around and made her face Renee.

"Take it off," he said.

"Ohhh no, no, Franz, don't!" April sobbed, suddenly breaking down.

"Do as I say!"

"You bastard!" April reached up and undid the top button of her blouse. With her daughter screaming in lust behind her, she slid the next button open, revealing the clasp of her tiny, lacy bra. Silently, still on her knees, she opened the next button and the next until her blouse was open to the waist.

At a nod from Franz, April took hold of the sides of the blouse and pulled them open, revealing her lovely tits to the terrified Renee.

"Do it!" Franz snapped.

April's hands trembled as they went to the clasp of her bra, right between her tits. She slid it open and pushed the cups of the bra to the side. Her luscious tits were fully exposed now, and Renee could see that they had faint red marks on them. She didn't need to be told what had made them.

"Back," Franz said.

With a moan, April slid her hands down the back of her calves as she knelt on the carpet. Her tits thrust out and her back bowed as she gripped the banks of her ankles. She stared at her husband with fear, hatred and a strange look of passion in her eyes.

"What do you want her for?" April wept. "She can't give you what I give you."

"And you'll continue to give it," Franz said calmly. He lifted the cane and lashed it down, catching April right across her prominent nipples. She gave a low scream of pain and jerked, thrusting her tits back out for the next blow.

Renee screamed.

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