Holly and the Ivy

Holly and the Ivy

Prologue

Holly could tell by the look on her mom’s face, as she walked in the door from school, that she was in trouble. Her mom was holding the quarterly report card grades, and Holly would have known before she saw them, that they were not good. She grabbed the paper from her mom’s hand and looked down to see two c’s, two d’s and two f’s. Holly hated school. She was a junior in high school, one grade behind all of her friends, because she’d failed the previous year. Her courses were boring, she hated reading, and her teachers were all losers.

Home life wasn’t much better. Her mom was a single parent, who had picked up a real drinking problem, shortly after her dad had divorced her three years earlier. Her mom had been forced to find work after the divorce, minimum wage at a fast food restaurant, which she hated, and although her dad was paying some alimony, money was really tight. The result was that Holly and her mom were always arguing about something. If it wasn’t grades, it was spending too much on clothes, or her choice of boyfriends, or not taking out the trash. Always something!

So, are you planning on failing this year, too? You’re not dumb, Holly. You’re just lazy. What the Hell am I going to do with you?

I don’t know, Mom. Maybe I could quit school and we could both work side by side for no money at McDonald’s. I’m sure I’m as qualified to get minimum wage as you are.

That’s not fair. I’m doing the best I can. You’re just trying to change the subject.

We’re talking about you and your grades. I’m at my wit’s end.

Maybe if you stopped downing every bottle of liquor you can get hold of, we could talk about it. But I don’t see that happening, do you?

That’s it, young lady! Go to your room. We’ll deal with this later.

Which is how most of their arguments ended, to Holly’s satisfaction. She walked to her room, slammed the door and threw herself on her bed for a good cry.

Chapter 1

The following day, she wore a somewhat provocative outfit to school, consisting of a rather see-through blouse, covering a demi-bra, a short skirt and no panties. Her boy-friend, Timmy, noticed the attractive get-up immediately, and was extra attentive at every break between classes, after she told him she was pantie-less. After the final class of the day, he suggested they try to find someplace to make out. They looked around and finally found a utility closet that was unlocked.

Within seconds of the door closing behind them, Tim had Holly’s blouse and bra off and was busy kissing and nibbling on one of her long pink nipples. At the same time his other hand was busy creeping up her leg toward her dripping vagina. Unfortunately, neither of them had noticed the faculty hall-monitor, who had noticed them and followed them to the closet. When he opened the door suddenly two horrified faces peered up at his glaring countenance.

By the time Holly reached home, her mom was standing in the doorway again with a stony scowl on her face. Holly tried to push past her, but her mom grabbed her arm as she passed and swung her around.

Well, your sluttiness finally caught up to you, didn’t it? Expelled! You just couldn’t keep that hole of yours covered, could you. Well. That’s it! I’m calling Uncle Bob in Biloxi tonight to see if he’ll shake some sense into that thick skull of yours. Obviously I can’t any more.

I am not going to Mississippi, so just forget that. The only place worse than here would be Mississippi!

Well, I’m sorry, Missy, but that’s your choice. You can finish school there, and Uncle Bob will see that the boys stay away while you’re doing it, or you’re gonna have one sore ass. Now, go to your room.

The next day, after her mom had left for work, Holly called Tim on her cell phone. They chatted for a while and the conversation got more and more suggestive, until she finally invited Tim over to finish what they’d been unable to complete the day before.

Within a half hour Tim had bicycled over to Holly’s, and with no foreplay, they were in her bedroom, on the bed, clothes removed. There was little foreplay, as Holly climbed on top of Tim and lowered herself onto his erect penis. Soon it became almost a contest to see who could moan and yell louder in the throes of passion.

Until the door swung open, and there stood Holly’s mom, her hand completely bandaged, and behind her, her current boyfriend, Duff. Once again, two heads snapped up to see a face glaring down at them.

UhMom. What are you doing home?

I burnt my hand on the French-frier this morning, and Duff was kind enough to pick me up and bring me home.

Pointing at Tim, she said in a cold menacing voice, You! You get out of here and don’t you even think of ever seeing Holly again.

Tim raced to get his pants on, a comical sight, to say the least, and shot through the door like a NASA satellite. He and his bike were gone in less than a minute.

Holly tried to pull the sheet up to her neck, but her mom grabbed it and yanked it off. Holly sat there totally nude, not even aware of the fact that her legs were spread wide apart, as he mom moved aside.

I can’t spank you any more, but Duff can. Duff would you come on in here and whale the tar out of her? Don’t stop until your hand hurts.

Duff was built like a New York Giants nose-tackle. He was at least 6’ 5, big broad shoulders, fairly good-looking, and his hands looked like catcher’s gloves. He had to duck to get through the door.

With pleasure, Babe.

With that he grabbed Holly by the arm and threw her over his lap, face down. Her alabaster plump bottom cheeks stared up at him. She began to struggle, so he threw his right leg over her thighs, reached under her, grabbed one of her protruding pink nipples with his left hand and yanked down. Holly let out a howl, but he didn’t let up, as he began to spank her.

At first, the pain in her extended nipple was all she could think of, but his hand, which covered almost all of both cheeks at the same time whaled away at her bottom, to the point where, by the tenth smack, the pain was about even between the nipple and her buttocks. As they turned from pink to red, and he reached twenty five slaps, there began to be no question where the primary pain was. By seventy-five spanks, tears were rolling down Holly’s face and her rear end had turned a beautiful dark crimson. And still he continued. Ninetyone hundredone hundred twenty-fiveHolly was screaming by the hundredth blow, but, as the beating continued, her screams became pitiable choking pleas, and then hoarse-sounding whispers, as Duff finally reached one hundred fifty and stopped. The color of her butt cheeks had turned to something between crimson and purple.

When Duff finished he released her nipple, lifted his leg off her thighs, and she slid off his lap onto the floor. As she lay sobbing, her mom squatted down to her and hissed, I called your uncle last night. He’s willing to try to straighten you out and get you into a school down there. I booked a flight out of Dulles tonight at 7:00. There’s a stopover in Atlanta and then a straight flight to Jackson, where your uncle will meet you.

With tears streaming down her face, Holly looked up at her mother and spat, You’ll never get me to go to Biloxi. I’ll get off at Atlanta, and you’ll never see me again.

You won’t be changing planes in Atlanta. It’s just a refueling stop. You’ll have no choice but to go on!, her mom spat back.

And so it was that, with Duff standing by the entrance to the plane to make sure she boarded, Holly was off at 7:00 and winging toward her new adventure in Biloxi, Mississippi.

Chapter 2

When she arrived in Jackson, Uncle Bob, and cousin, Edie, a year younger than Holly were there at the terminal waiting for her. Bob did not seem happy with Holly’s being foisted on him, and the scowl on his face let her know immediately that he had accepted her under duress.

In the car on the way to Biloxi, she sat next to Bob in the front seat, while he laid down the law, letting her know the rules to be followed while she was living there. One – she would start to school tomorrow, and she would attend every day. If she was sick, she would be taken to the doctor for a checkup, and, if it turned out she was faking it she would be punished. Two – She would stay away from boys entirely, no dating, no boy friends. Breaking the rule would invoke punishment. Three – She would get nothing lower than a C in any of her course grades, midterms and finals. D or F would bring punishment. Punishment usually consisted of spanking, belting, or paddling with a ping-pong paddle, but for serious offenses, it could involve the use of a tawse.

There was an interminable silence for the rest of the trip to Biloxi. When they arrived, she was reintroduced to her aunt, Carol and cousin, Lou, who was a year older than Holly. She had last seen them all about five years prior, so there had been a considerable change in her cousins. Lou was tall and somewhat gangly, but fairly good-looking and Edie was a pretty brown-haired charmer with a nice figure for her age. They chatted for a half hour or so, about her mom, the move and such. Holly noticed most of the conversation seemed to be with Carol and Edie. The males were stoic.

Bob announced school would come early the next day, Holly was probably tired from her trip, and it would be wise if they all hit the hay. Edie showed Holly their bedroom. The bed was a double, and Holly was very happy to crawl in after she’d gotten her nightgown on and brushed her teeth. While they were lying there, after the light had been turned out, Edie spelled out things for her to watch out for. First, she told Holly to abide closely to Bob’s rules, because he wasn’t kidding about punishments. She knew from experience. Her father beat her regularly. She actually thought he enjoyed spanking her.

What about Lou. Doesn’t he get beaten too?

No. He’s Daddy’s fair-haired boy. He can do no wrong. I’ve even seen him spank Mama a few times, but never Lou. And that’s another thing. Be careful with Lou. He’s a tricky one. He’s never tried to rape me or anything, but he thinks nothing of feeling me up, either my pussy or my boobs. And if I complain to Daddy, he somehow twists it around and makes it look like I’ve tried to entice Lou, and then I get spanked, so I don’t complain any more.

Wow! I’ll try to look out for him.

And with that information, Holly had much to think about as she drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 3

School seemed to be about the same for Holly. Boring. Maybe a little easier, in that her previous school seemed to be considerably ahead of her current one. The kids seemed nice enough, and most of the boys showed an interest in her pert figure, and she did a little flirting with hip movement and shoulders back, but kept in mind Uncle Bob’s admonition, so she didn’t really try to get to meet any of the boys.

Since school was only five blocks from Uncle Bob’s house she walked home. She had only gotten a few feet off the school grounds, when one of the boys caught up to her and asked if he could walk her home. His name was Dana and, it developed, he lived only a block from Bob’s house. It turned out that the two families had known each other for years and often got together for outdoor barbecues and such. Dana was very good looking, tall, and was a very smooth talker.

When they reached his house, he asked Holly in for a glass of lemonade. Since the families were so close, she thought nothing of accepting, sure that Uncle Bob couldn’t really object to stopping for a cool drink. She sat in the living room while Dana went in to mix the lemonade. He returned and handed her a nice tall cool glass of lemonade and sat down next to her. They discussed school and football and what there was to do in Biloxi.

As her glass emptied, Holly began to feel woozy. It felt a little like the time she’d tried marijuana. She put her glass down, and in moments Dana was kissing her and unbuttoning her blouse. She knew what he was doing was wrong, but she liked what he was doing, so she let him continue. He quickly divested her of her blouse and bra and began squeezing her round breasts, licking all over, kissing and sucking her nipples. She was becoming more and more excited as he began to unzip her skirt and pull both the skirt and her panties down. When he had her down to only her shoes and socks, he stood up, saying he had to get a condom. When he left the room, Holly suddenly remembered her uncle’s warning. In the state she was in her only thought became,Oh God, I’ve got to get out of here!

She drunkenly stood and pushed her way to the front door. She staggered outside in only her shoes and socks, reeling over to a tree for support before she lurched out to the sidewalk and began tottering her way to Uncle Bob’s house. Dana saw her as she exited the house and started to go after her, but thought better of it by the time she reached the sidewalk. It wouldn’t look great to be seen chasing a naked girl down the street. He cursed his luck and put the condom back in his bureau drawer.

Holly, in the meantime, had reached Bob’s house and entered, still reeling from the pill Dana had put in her drink. Carol, who was reading a book in the living room, issued a shriek, dropped her book and jumped out of her chair.

What in God’s name have you been doing, girl? Where are your clothes? Your mother suggested you were a bit of a slut, but this beats all.

All Holly could manage, in her drugged state, was, IIdon’t knowI

Well I can tell you what’s going to happen when your uncle gets home. You’ve never had a whipping like the one he’s gonna give you.

Holly started to stagger to her room to get dressed, but Carol stopped her.

Oh, no you don’t. You stay and sit here just the way you are. Uncle Bob will be home in a half hour and I want him to see just the way you came home.

After a few minutes Holly began to cry as she began to realize the fix she was in. Some of the past hour started coming back to her and she tried to make sense of it all.

I..I.. stopped at Dana’s housefor some lemonade.Must have given me drugTook my clothes off

Don’t give me that. We’ve known Dana since he was a baby. He’d never do something like that. You must have tempted him somehow. You said you took off your clothes. That would do it. Slut!

NoHe...took off

Just shut up. I don’t want to hear any more. You can tell it all to your uncle.

Chapter 4

Walking in the door Bob found himself staring at a near-naked Holly trying to cover herself as best she could and her aunt standing over her with her arms folded and a sour expression on her face.

What the Hell is this?

Your niece arrived just as you see her from school. She claims she stopped off to have some lemonade with Dana Loomis and took off her clothes.

Nn..no, you don’t understand

I understand I told you last night you were not to associate with any boys, didn’t I?

YYYes, but I think hemust have drugged meHe

I’ve known Dana since he was a baby. He wouldn’t try something like that. Anyway, we’ll check that out later. The main thing is you disobeyed me, you’ve apparently lied to me about it, which makes it even worse. Now, get up and plop yourself across the dining room table. Grab on to the far end of the table and let me see that ass right on the edge.

Holly hesitantly rose, still trying to cover her nakedness, while Bob released his belt from his pants. She slowly sidled over to the table, bending at the waist and, reaching across to the far side, pulled herself up, so that her buttocks were directly over the edge of the table. And lovely buttocks they were. Almost alabaster in color, with two cute dimples high up slightly below her waist. She was attempting to hold her cheeks together by squeezing them as tightly as she could, but the first stinging bite of the belt across the middle of both cheeks made her forget her modesty, as she concentrated on trying not to cry.

Bob swung the belt back over his shoulder and brought it down again, just below where the first stripe had hit. Holly drew in her breath and winced. The third blow fell again almost directly below the second hit. It was obvious that Bob had practiced such beatings many times before, as his aim appeared to be perfect. That blow produced an exhalation from Holly and tears began to rim her eyes.

At this point, Lou came in from school, threw his books down and came over to stand by the table. Holly’s eyes now started to stream tears and she let out a gasp.

Oh, pleeeease, don’t let him see me. Make him leave, please!

He’ll not only stay, he’s gonna help me in a couple of minutes, so you can just shut up! And he brought the belt down on her reddening cheeks just above the first stripe. With the next blow, which hit the top of Holly’s buttocks, she let out a howl. Her resolve not to cry or scream was short-lived and each new strike produced louder screams and the tears flowed down her face.

Bob started back on the lower portion of her rear end until he hit the divide between her buttocks and her thighs. This caused Holly to screech and, letting go of the end of the table, she tried to wriggle off, at which point Lou grabbed her hands and held them tight.

Bob continued beating Holly up and down her legs and ass cheeks until he had delivered thirty blows. Holly’s skin in the effected area was a burning red, and she was truly in agony. Each blow brought frightful screams.

Okay, Lou, let’s get her turned over on her back.

NnnnNnno, no more. Oh, please don’t let him see my front. Please!

With both of them grabbing opposite ends they had her on her back in moments. This was the first chance either male had had a chance to see what Holly’s figure looked like. She had a pair of pure white globes that stood out like beacons, because she had been working on her tan which covered the rest of her body, except the small area where her bikini top and bottom had kept the sun out. Her breasts were not large, but could definitely be considered two handfuls, if the hand was fairly large.

Each breast was tipped by a cute rubbery pink nipple, whose length was in the neighborhood of half an inch.

She closed her eyes to shut out the sight of her cousin looking lecherously at her bare breasts. As a result she didn’t see Bob deliver the first blow on her stomach. Her reaction was to draw her knees up to her chest. Bob ordered Carol over to hold her legs still, and delivered the next blow right across her navel. Holly began to whimper, as the pain increased. By the fifth blow, Bob had swung the belt to land just below her breasts. It became obvious to Holly where the next blows were going to land and she twisted with all her might, but her strength was no match for her cousin’s and aunt’s.

The next blow hit high on Holly’s tits and Bob worked his way down until one landed directly on her nipples. Even though she was beginning to get hoarse from screaming, the outcry she produced was overwhelming, and she began to gasp and her body began to spasm. Bob kept striking her breasts, hitting the unmarked section below her nipples, before going back to those tender bits twice more, with similar reactions from Holly to those she had given on the first nipple blow.

Bob moved down her stomach below the navel until he reached the area where her legs divided. Though he never hit her pubes, per se, the belt managed to land across her pubic area several times. By the time he dropped his belt and let Lou and Carol know to release her, Holly’s front was a solid red. Her bikini-covered areas were no longer alabaster, but an angry crimson. When they let go Holly once again folded herself into the fetal position on the table.

You get to bed right now, young lady, and I use that word loosely. We’re going up to the Loomis’s right after dinner. I want to get his story, but you can bet you’re on restriction from now on. That little ass of yours doesn’t go anywhere except school and home until I tell you otherwise. Now get to bed.

Chapter 5

Holly was so sore it took her a while to get to sleep, especially since it was still light outside, but she finally drifted off into a light sleep. She was awakened a couple of hours later. It had gotten dark, but the sudden turning on of the overhead light awoke her immediately. Standing over her with hands on hips, a scowl on his face, and fire in his eyes, was Uncle Bob. She could see Lou standing in the doorway.

I talked to Dana tonight. He says he was walking home with you and you started putting the make on him.

No, I

Shut up. He says you suggested the two of you go in his house since you knew your aunt was here, and he acceded. When you got inside, he says he offered you some lemonade, and when he got it and came back in the living room with the glasses, you had already taken off all your clothes, except your shoes and socks and was lying on the sofa with your legs spread and fingering yourself.

That’s not true, Uncle Bob, I

I said shut up! Dana said just then he heard his mom’s car pulling into the garage in the back, and he told you that if she caught the two of you you’d both get it when his dad came home, and you jumped up and said ‘Oh, my God, if Uncle Bob hears about this he’ll kill me’ and ran out the door. He said he picked up your clothes and ran to the door, but you were almost here by the time he got outside, so he brought your clothes back inside. I have them downstairs. You, Missy, have really done it now. Get out of that bed, now!

Holly had no sooner arisen from the bed than Bob grabbed her, sat on the bed, flipped her over his lap, yanked up her nightgown, pulled down her panties and started spanking her with all the force his hand could muster. His hand quickly turned her already reddish behind into a scarlet mass of burning flesh. Each blow brought a howl from Holly and tears flowed down her face in torrents. At one point she tried to put her hands behind her to cover her buttocks, but Bob grabbed them in one hand and continued to beat her. He stopped when his hand became too sore to continue, but he had been administering the spanking for over five minutes before he stopped.

He pushed Holly to the floor and strode to the light, turned it off and proceeded into the hall, but not before Holly caught sight of Lou standing in the hall with a broad smile on his face.

She slowly pulled herself up from the floor, pulled up her panties and climbed into bed. It was some time before she drifted back to sleep, as the pain of her sore behind and the thoughts of injustice kept her awake.

The next day she had a terrible time trying to sit comfortably on the hard school desk chairs, a constant reminder of her unfair treatment by Uncle Bob the night before. When school was done, Holly hurried home, lest she find herself in a similar situation to her previous afternoon.

When she walked in the front door, she saw Lou sitting comfortably on the living room sofa reading a copy of Playboy. She asked if any one else was home, and Lou explained that today was one his mom’s three work days a week, and Edie was at cheerleading practice. He suggested she sit down, as he wanted to talk to her. She tentatively found a chair and sat.

You really caught it last night, huh? I can help you avoid some of that from now on, but you need to help me in return.

How?

Lou unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis, which was semi-hard, and looked to be larger than she’d ever seen before. Holly, disgusted, rose and started to leave.

If you don’t want me to tell Dad you tried to put the make on me today, you’ll sit down and listen to me.

Holly stopped in her tracks, turned back to Lou and stared at his hardening penis.

Dad will believe me, if I tell him you tried to get me into the sack, so if you don’t want a repeat of last night, I suggest you get yourself over here and start sucking on this nice lollypop I have for you.

Well, I’m not giving you a blow-job, so go screw yourself!

Holly turned and ran to her room and locked the door, wondering if she would be able to convince her uncle that she hadn’t done anything wrong. She was startled when she heard the bedroom door handle being jiggled a half hour later, until she heard Edie’s voice asking if she could come in.

Holly opened the door to find Edie standing in her cheerleading uniform.

Hi. I need to get changed and shower before dinner. We had a really sweaty session today.

She brushed by Holly, removing her uniform as she moved to the clothes hamper. In a moment she was standing before Holly totally naked. It was Holly’s first time seeing Edie in the nude. She had a slight frame, but her arms and legs were quite muscular. Her sandy blonde hair streamed down her back, ending just short of her cute fattish buttocks. In front, Edie’s breasts were smallish, but upstanding, with cute pinkish nipples which stood up like beacons. Between her legs, the smallest tuft of blondish hair did little to hide the rather long slit of her vagina.

She grabbed a towel and went in to take her shower. In minutes she was back out in the bedroom, toweling off, asking how Holly’s day had gone.

Oh, Edie, I’m scared. Lou was home when I got back from school and wanted me to give him a blow-job. I told him ‘no’ and he threatened to tell your dad that I had tried to put the make on him.

Uhoh! That would explain why they were off in a corner speaking quietly when I came in. I’m almost sure Lou was making up a story to get you in trouble.

What can I do, then?

Before Edie could answer, Carol was calling them down to dinner.

Just try to tell Dad your side of the story, but having been through this kind of thing myself, I’m afraid you’re in for it.

Chapter 6

When she got to the dining table, she could see a smirk on Lou’s face and a scowl on Bob’s. After she had seated herself, Bob spoke.

Lou tells me you’ve been up to your old tricks again. It’s bad enough that you’ll try to bed any boy that comes along, but to try to tempt your cousin, that’s incest! I can’t believe you’d try to put the make on your own cousin.

What did he tell you?

We’ll discuss it after supper. Hurry and eat. It’s going to be a long one tonight.

But I didn’t do.

I said after dinner, slut. Now eat!

The rest of the dinner was eaten in silence. Holly looked over at Lou occasionally and he continued to have a self-satisfied leer on his face throughout the meal.

When they finished, Bob had the women remove everything from the table and ordered Holly to remove all her clothes.

Aren’t you going to let me tell you what happened, Uncle Bob?

Lou has already told me what happened. Your mother was absolutely right about you. You’re a liar and a chippy, but I told her I’d straighten you out, and, by God, I’m going to do it if it’s the last thing I do!

But Lou lied. I didn’t

Enough. Get those clothes off now or I’ll make it a lot worse. NOW!

Holly, crying now, began removing her blouse, as all eyes turned to watch her. She continued with her shorts and, finally, with no choice, she removed her bra and panties.

Trying to shield herself, she put a hand over her pussy and an arm covered her tits.

Get those hands down. It’s too late to try to convince anyone of any modesty. Sluts show themselves off, so I don’t want to see and more arms covering yourself.

Climb upon the table and lie on your back. Tears pouring down her face, Holly pulled herself up on the table. When she lay on the table as ordered, she suddenly realized Bob had disappeared. He returned a moment later with a can of shaving cream, a safety razor and a pair of scissors.

Holly immediately sat up, asking what he was going to do.

Carol, grab her arms, and Lou, help me spread her legs.

No, no, please don’tyou don’t have to do that, please

Carol grabbed both her hands and pulled her down on her back, while Lou, still leering, and Bob managed to spread Holly’s legs to the full extent. She felt like a wishbone on Thanksgiving Day. Holding one leg, Bob proceeded to snip what little hair covered Holly’s pussy, before squirting the area with a dollop of shaving cream.

Spreading the shaving cream around to cover all of her vaginal area, he began shaving the stubble that remained, first the right lip, then the left and finally the area just above her slit. Carol handed him a napkin, and he wiped what little cream that was left off. Holly now looked like a five year old girl with nothing showing below but her long slit.

Okay, turn her onto her back.

In one motion, Holly found herself face down, her breasts being squeezed into the hard wood. Lou and Bob pushed her up so that her whole body lay on the table. Carol continued to hold Holly’s arms, while Lou kept both of her feet restricted.

Please don’t, Uncle Bob. I’m still so sore from yesterday. Please!

Bob pulled his belt from around his waist, and raising it high in the air brought it down with force on Holly’s still sore buttocks. Having not seen the blow coming ,she let out a scream as the pain bore into her reddish skin.

The whipping continued, as Bob covered her reddened cheeks, moved down to her thighs and then back up, eventually reaching her shoulder blades. The pain was doubly bad, because her skin had not yet been able to heal from the night before. Holly’s buttocks were the worst. They began to swell and turn an ugly shade of crimson. Holly was by now in a state of total hysteria, with tears coursing down her cheeks. Her efforts to break loose were futile, but she bucked and wobbled in agony until Bob set the belt down and said, All right, lets turn her back over onto her front now.

Oh, God, nopleeease, no more.EnoughI’ll be good, I promise..Oh please don’t

As Lou and Carol held their respective ends, Bob picked up the belt and started in on beating Holly’s thighs. When he reached the upper part of her thighs, he paid special attention to her hips, occasionally managing to swipe the belt across her vaginal area, much to Holly’s chagrin and pain, as she continued to bellow and blubber. On up her stomach he swept until he reached her breasts. Once again, he spent a good deal of time belaboring her sensitive nipples, as her screams became much more pitiful and intense. After some fifty strokes on her front, he finally threw down the belt.

Don’t let her up. I have one more thing to do. Be back in a minute.

Bob disappeared out the back door, after turning on the back light. A minute or two went by, as Holly struggled half-heartedly for release, but her strength was pretty well sapped. Bob returned wearing gardening gloves with four or five green plants in his grip. It didn’t take Holly long to figure out he was carrying sprigs of poison ivy. She tried, with all her might to break free, but Carol and Lou were too strong, and poor Holly finally gave up and began moaning pitifully.

Bob took one sprig and brought it to Holly’s midsection. Her moans became more lamentable as she felt the sprigs being rubbed with force onto her whole vaginal area. He was careful not to rub the poison ivy into the sensitive membranes of her vagina, but he covered both plump lips and the hairless area above with great care.

He then moved up to her breasts and taking two more sprigs of the greenery, he proceeded to start rubbing them all over both globes.

Oh, noplease don’tOhhh

After he was sure he had covered the white part of her breasts, he started on the areola of each one, ending up by grabbing each thrusting nipple and squeezing the toxic plants into each bud, swirling around each until he was sure both nipples were totally pervaded. With that he threw the plants in the trash can, took off his gloves and ordered Lou and Carol to release Holly. She just lay on the table sobbing.

Now, get to bed, girl! Maybe you’ve learned your lesson by now, but I doubt it.

Holly finally, in great pain, slid off the table, and, ignoring her clothes piled on the dining room floor, staggered up the steps to the bedroom. She pulled the covers back and sank down on the sheet, making no attempt to cover herself. She cried constantly now, and she was so sore from the beating that sleep would not come.

An hour or so later, Edie entered and began getting ready for bed. Holly kept her eyes closed, but Edie knew she was still awake as she listened to her low moans and heard her crying. She had apparently been instructed not to try to help Holly by rubbing any lotion on her. Soon, after the light had been turned off and the door closed, Holly felt the other side of the bed sink down. Then, totally surprised, she felt Edie’s naked body up against her back. She could feel Edie’s breasts rubbing gently against her back. Edie’s arm came over Holly’s and she felt Edie’s hand gently petting her left breast.

I’m so sorry, Holly. What they did was awful.

Edie’s hand began playing with Holly’s nipple, and, in spite of everything that had just happened, Holly felt her nubbin start to harden.

Please don’t, Edie. I hurt all over, and, besides, I’m not that way.

Edie continued toying with Holly’s teat, enjoying the feel of the hardening nipple.

That’s all right. Maybe, under the circumstances, if I get between your legs, I can make you feel a little better.

No, no, please don’t, and she took Edie’s hand and pushed it off her arm. Edie continued to lie against Holly’s back. Now her little breasts became hot against her still sore skin, and Holly asked her please to move over to her side of the bed. Regretfully, Edie eventually slid away from Holly and went to sleep. It was hours before Holly finally dozed off.

Chapter 7

Holly awoke as the sun was coming up and realized immediately that she had been scratching her breasts and vagina most of the night. The itching was excruciating. She didn’t want to make the itching worse, but it was all she could do to restrain herself. Eventually she gave up and scratched. She looked down at herself. Her breasts were sore and reddish with myriad bumps covering the whole area. Spreading her legs she looked down to see what used to be covered with a small tuft of hair was now covered with little bumps and scarlet circles around each bump.

She jumped out of bed and went into the bathroom. Turning on the cold water, she forced herself to move under the frigid stream. She was torn between the effect the icy water was having on her body and the relief she felt on her breasts and vaginal mound. She had trouble acclimating herself to the cold water beating down on her body. She could see the goose-bumps appearing all over her. She looked down, and, had the situation been different, she might have laughed at the sight of her breasts with goose-bumps and poison ivy bumps fighting for space. The cool water had brought her sore nipples to full erectness. They stood like pink thimbles in the center of each round boob. Eventually she found she couldn’t stand the cold water any longer and stepped out onto the floor. For a moment she stood there shivering, before pulling a large towel from the wall rack.

She gently patted her tender areas and rubbed the rest of her body down. Almost immediately she felt the interminable itching return. She just couldn’t go to school today! Everyone would watch her scratching her private areas and think she was trying to bring herself off. But would they let her stay home? She had her doubts.

She heard people stirring. Already Edie was out of the room, so she put on her robe and slippers and went downstairs. As she descended she could feel the robe material rubbing against her itchy skin, making it even more difficult to keep from scratching. Carol and Edie were serving Lou and Bob their breakfasts. After a moment, she went and stood next to Bob’s chair.

Please Uncle Bob, could I stay home from school today. I itch something terrible, and I just can’t stand having anything rub against me. My robe makes me itch like crazy.

Well, let’s see what we accomplished last night.

Holly drew the robe back to her shoulders, exposing her entire body. Not content with just looking at the damage, Bob ran his hands over her breasts, paying particular attention to her nipples. Eventually his hands moved down to her mound, and his examination was no less complete, as he ran one hand and then the other up and down the now hairless hillock.

Yeah, I guess it would be better for today, maybe even for tomorrow, depending on how long it takes. But I should have mentioned last night, slut, you are not to mention what happened last night to anyone, got it. I’m not kidding. I have a lot of friends in high places around here, and I wouldn’t hesitate to have you thrown into an institute for the mentally impaired, if you dare mention it to anyone.

Holly was flabbergasted. On what grounds?

Nymphomania. And don’t think I can’t get that charge to stick. Now, do you understand me?

Holly dropped her head and nodded.

I want to hear you say yes, bitch.

Yes, sir.

After breakfast Bob got ready to leave for work, and Lou and Edie left for school. Today was one of Carol’s days off, so she told Holly to go on back to bed, and she began to do some housework. Holly went to the bedroom, removed her robe and lay down on the bed naked. It was torture trying to keep from scratching. Eventually she fell asleep, having gotten little the night before.

She was awakened around 2:30 by Carol, saying she had some shopping to do and that she’d be back around five. Holly acknowledged and immediately fell back to sleep. She was awakened a half hour later by Lou, who was standing over her bed, rubbing his hands roughly over her tits.

She awakened with a start and immediately sat up in bed.

Please don’t do that, Lou. They itch like crazy.

Lou sat on the bed and moved his hand down to her vagina and began scratching lightly.

All right, kiddo. I told you I’d get you in trouble, if you didn’t give me a blow-job. Do you still think I can’t make it hard on you?

You bastard! Haven’t you done enough? What could you possibly tell your father at this point?

You’ve still got two holes that don’t have poison ivy on them.

Holly’s mouth dropped open. Two holesOh, my God, you wouldn’t.

Oh yeah, I would. And Dad will believe me, too. Now are you prepared to give me that blow-job, or do we draw this out further?

Oh, please, Lou. Don’t do this to me.

Shut up, baby, and come on over to this easy chair and get down on your knees.

With this he rose and walked over to the chair, removing his pants and boxers as he went. When he sat he pushed his torso over to the edge, so that his hardening penis extended over the front of the chair. He grabbed his prick in one hand and fondled it a bit.

NOW, Holly!

Holly realized she had no choice at this point, knowing that Lou would have no trouble convincing his father that she had come on to him again. She slowly dragged herself out of bed and, moving to the chair sank to her knees, facing Lou’s prick, not four inches from her face.

Reaching out her hand, she took it in her hand, trying to size up just how big it was. She estimated it was probably around seven inches long , but not large in girth, thank God. She massaged it for a few moments, before Lou grabbed a hank of her hair and pulled her mouth up to the head.

Holly reluctantly opened her mouth and began licking. At least it tasted as if it had been washed fairly recently. With more encouragement by grabbing one of her nipples and yanking her closer, she took the head in her mouth and sucked on it with some vigor. Might as well try to get this over as soon as possible.

Another yank on her sore nipple brought a moan from Holly and her mouth moved farther down on his prick. She began to suck with some vigor, until another yank brought the head of his penis up against the back of her mouth. She thought she could handle that, as long as he didn’t force it down her throat. Holly tried to run her tongue over the underside of Lou’s rod, getting her mouth as full of saliva as she could.

The next yank verified her fears, and she felt the head trying to slip down her throat. She immediately began to cough and gag, as Lou kept his prick buried in her throat for close to half a minute.

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She was convinced she would suffocate, just as Lou let go of her nubbin for a moment. She sucked in air in gasps, as spittle dripped down her chin. A moment later he grabbed her other nipple, and she was back to fighting for air, as he jammed her head down on his erection.

Holly’s hopes for a quick finish was not to be. Lou was still putting her through the agony of choking and gagging after fifteen minutes, and she was weeping bitter tears soon after they began. Spit bubbles and sputum were constantly dripping from her lips onto her breasts.

Finally she could sense that he was near the end as Lou began to pant and his jerking on her teat became more frantic. Suddenly she felt a gush of sperm shooting down her throat, then another and another, until he released her head with a sigh. A minute later he finally spoke, as she stared at his diminishing hard-on.

Man, that was pretty good. For a first time anyway. I expect you to get better with time.

No, wait. This was just a one-time-thing. I’m not sucking you off any more.

Think what you like, Hon. When I’m ready, you better come crawling. The first time you don’t, I go talk to Dad. Got it?

Tears began to stream down Holly’s face.

I’ll probably want some more after everybody’s in bed tonight. I’ll let you know before we go to bed tonight.

I can’t do it when everybody’s home. Edie will know where I’m going, and your parents might catch us.

We’ll wait until everybody’s asleep and we’ll be real quiet, won’t we?

With this he pulled up his pants and walked out of the room. Holly put her head down on the chair and began to cry as she had never cried before.