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Leak - 5
by Nasty Pierre (no address provided)

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A typical love story. (Ff, ped, nc, 1st, voy)

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Chapter Five: Bye, Bye, Father. Hello Shame.

Laura stood meekly in front of her new governess and 
between her twin boys. She stood watching and waving 
timidly, but was unable to smile. She was positive she'd 
never smile again. She didn't know what to think as her 
father's car disappeared through a gate in a wall, on 
the far side of a courtyard. It drove swiftly out of 
sight and out of existence for Laura. Her heart was 
broken from having just missed saying good-bye to that 
strange man.

Laura's heart was broken crystal spewed across the floor 
and people went out of their way to grind it under foot. 
Though he treated her with complete indifference, he was 
her father. Sure she'd just met him, and she'd probably 
not see him again for quite some time, if ever, but she 
loved him. It was her nature to love without 
reciprocation. 

She stood torn and shredded, her stomach tense and 
bloated with worry over the punishment Thelma had 
promised her later that evening. Her mind was cornered, 
mouth incapable of speech, body unable to move. She was 
a desperate mouse in a convoluted maze, seeking a tiny 
glimmer of hope, the exit. Suddenly Thelma spun Laura 
around, bringing them face to face.

"Miss Paines, listen to me and listen to me well. I will 
not repeat myself. You are to go up to your room and 
undress completely," Thelma stated in a sweet but stern 
voice. She was loud enough for her boys, a strolling 
couple, some longing individuals, the busybodies, and a 
few housekeepers to hear. 

With arrogance and pride, she looked around the room 
with a smirk on her face and continued. "You will hang 
your clothes up neatly and stand facing the door, with 
your arms at your sides. You will not touch anything! 
You will not make a sound! You will stay perfectly still 
until I arrive. Do you understand me?" The last word 
came down with a gavel's finality. Even without looking, 
Laura saw the people around her and felt them staring in 
amusement.

"Yes ma'am," Laura answered, her face bright red with 
shame, anxiety wrenching her gut. She stood aquiver, 
wishing she could run away, dart upstairs and disappear 
into her room. Maybe she could hide from everything, 
escape this entirely bizarre affair.

Thelma turned away, as if allowing Laura to pass and her 
sons seized the moment. One rouge reached up and grabbed 
Laura's left breast in his two hands. He squeezed it 
hard and yanked the older teen to her toes, while 
pinching and twisting her nipple. At the same instant, 
the other imp ran a hand up the shocked girl's skirt. 

He grabbed a handful of her right ass cheek, dug his 
fingers into the meaty globe and squeezed as hard as his 
brother. Both tested the girl's resiliency in their own 
way, nearly lifting the startled female off her feet, as 
she squealed in reproach.

Thelma spun around to find her two sons standing quietly 
upright, grins on their faces and halos overhead. She 
found Laura regaining her balance, one hand clutching 
the sore breast, the other her ass. Laura's eyes glanced 
around the great foyer, at the laughing onlookers, at 
voyeurs who'd come to ogle her openly. She felt 
mortified, until her eyes met Thelma's and her heart 
stopped, the blood drained from her face and 
mortification turned to horror. 

Her arms dropped to her sides and she made to stand 
tall, though something told her to run. She moved to 
point, but didn't. She made to speak, to blame, but 
stayed mute, checking herself before each mistake. The 
rules dominated the moment, the rules, her nature and 
the promised punishment.

"There'll be several more lashes this evening," Thelma 
said in a severe tone. The couple holding each other 
tight whispered to themselves in giggling interest. 
Laura's blood turned cold and she began shivering as 
tears welled up in her eyes.

"Now Miss Paines, you will face the boys and apologize 
to them for attempting to bring them trouble. Then, you 
will repeat for them, in a clear voice, what it is I've 
just instructed you to do…" Laura stared in wide-eyed 
disbelief, listening with mouth agape. "…And then, you 
will ask for their permission before leaving." Again 
Laura couldn't believe her ears, it was all so 
unbelievable, but she also couldn't disobey. The room 
was so quiet Laura heard a pin drop to the floor and 
bounce before rolling to a stop.

Laura turned and stood before the terrible boys. Both 
goaded her with quiet comments while ogling her ripe 
body. Their eyes were openly devouring her breasts, 
trying successfully to bring her ever more shame. Laura 
closed her eyes and in her sweet Southern accent, 
apologized. Then she was made to repeat herself, a few 
times. She then forced herself to explain to the 
monsters what it was she was about to do. Her words 
caused the boys to begin drooling and the front of their 
trousers to undulate like bags containing frustrated boa 
constrictors.

After getting the boys' permission to leave, Laura 
turned to Thelma, who nodded in approval. Almost in a 
run, Laura passed the enraptured couple, the gloating 
individuals and giggling housekeepers. The frightened 
teenager ran off to her room, a degraded, dejected soul.

Trembling with anticipation, Laura stood facing the door 
to her room as Thelma had instructed. She was completely 
naked, her arms hanging nervously at her sides. She was 
afraid to move, to speak or even think. All she could 
see were the glaringly ugly faces of the boys. She still 
felt their terrible hands on her breast and buttocks. No 
one had ever touched her like that before.

No one had ever been so rude. Their rudeness made her 
sick and the names they'd called her, the words they'd 
used to describe her, names and words she had never 
heard before, upset her to no end. She saw the boys 
standing in front of her, laughing in her face and 
goading her into tears. She couldn't understand any of 
it. Why had Thelma made her ask the boys for permission 
to leave and why in front of so many others. Why did the 
boys make her beg over and over again…? Why?

Laura wanted to put it all out of her mind, pretend it 
wasn't happening and that everything was as it should 
be. She wanted to look around her lovely room, at all 
the pretty things that made it her special place. She 
wanted to be the princess again. But her mind came full 
circle, the rules returned, the faces, the hands and the 
punishment Thelma promised. But no one could be serious 
about such a terrible thing, not even this strange woman 
whom she now awaited in the nude. 'No one could be so 
mean,' Laura pondered. Her thoughts turned to hope just 
as the door from Betsey's room flew open and cold 
reality entered like the frigid north wind, slapping her 
in the face.

Thelma entered, slamming the door behind her and came to 
face the trembling teenager. She nodded in approval and 
satisfaction at Laura's obeisance. With arrogance and an 
aura of absolute authority, she crossed the room while 
casually scanning its prettiness with disdain. Laura 
watched the woman move to a chair and sit down.

Thelma cast a cold unsympathetic eye upon Laura and with 
a snap of her fingers, motioned the teen to come stand 
before her. Shaking, Laura obeyed. Thelma looked up at a 
pristine sixteen-year-old virgin, born for a Victorian 
era, as pure of heart and mind as ever was conceived. 
She saw an amply endowed female, with a pair of breasts 
that dangled from a frail torso like two overly ripened, 
flesh-colored watermelons. Each was capped with a long 
pink nipple surrounded by delicate aureole. 

Here was a fine porcelain doll with a pear shaped belly, 
deep whorled button and long tapering limbs. Her mons 
was covered in a blond down fur, through which Thelma 
could see a pair of dainty flower petal lips and an 
enlarged, well-developed clitoris. Here was a springtime 
bud awaiting its first lessons in sweet misery.

Without warning, Thelma's arm shot up and her large 
crude hand grabbed Laura by the crotch. Her fingers 
rustled through the unsoiled moss, sending the teenager 
high into the air, up onto her toes. Laura's eyes opened 
wide in alarm and shock, her mouth opening to protest 
and scream, but she could only muster little 'ohs'. Her 
own fingers fanned out, her hands moving and then 
retreating. Thelma smiled smugly.

"Miss Paines," Thelma began tersely. "Are you a virgin?"

"Yes ma'am," Laura muttered just loud enough for Thelma 
to hear. She imagined answering that question earlier, 
but that didn't seem to matter. Laura peered down at 
Thelma, who held her as one might a hand puppet, and 
listened to the woman's words.

"Very good. Now I want you to stand absolutely still 
while I examine you for myself. You're a big girl now 
and as my charge it is my duty and obligation to 
familiarize myself with your body. You're now at that 
age when great temptations arise from dark places. A 
young lady such as yourself is always in great danger 
and in need of a mother's protection and advice. 

"Therefore I am obliged to learn all I can about you. 
Only then can I help you defend against the evils you 
are about to encounter. As I've explained, it's improper 
for you to be touching yourself. You should never touch 
yourself and I am here to ensure you never do again." 
Laura looked into the woman's eyes. "Your grandfather 
would have wanted it this way," Thelma lied. She liked 
suffocating her victim in layers of confusion.

Laura listened, watched, and felt Thelma. She wavered 
uneasily, tensed and in shock, as a big finger wiggled 
itself between her thin squishy nether lips. The digit 
stirred up strangely new emotions, causing a greater 
wetness and warmth then Laura had ever experienced 
before. Thelma studied the teen's responses with keen 
interest.

"Tell me, tell me truthfully, Miss Paines. Have you ever 
touched yourself? Have you ever touched yourself in the 
way I'm touching you now," Thelma asked, knowing the 
answer. All children needed to explore themselves at one 
time or another, we all do. But she wished to break 
Laura down and get inside of her. She wanted to hear 
Laura confess. She wanted Laura to accept a simple 
childhood curiosity as a terrible sin. She wanted the 
teenager to bare her soul and develop a guilt she could 
manipulate. Laura closed her eyes and bit her lip in 
confusion.

"Yes ma'am," Laura whispered with embarrassment. Thelma 
could sense and feel the girl's shame at being made to 
admit such a personal, yet innocent secret.

"I see," Thelma said in a startled tone, acting 
surprised while playing the shocked, concerned puritan. 
"Well I never! How disgusting! I was right all along, 
temptation has already bitten. Oh, I pray to God 
almighty that I'm not too late. Truly you are in need of 
my help, poor dear. You have no idea what dangers you've 
put yourself in." Laura's head was spinning to the 
hand's exploration and the words of feigned disdain. 
Thelma was playing her well, using reproach and promises 
of salvation. "Rest assured it shall never happen again 
dear, as I, or someone I elect, will see to all your 
more private daily activities from this day forward. It 
will be for your own good." 

Thelma looked up at Laura expecting a proper answer and 
wiggled her embedded finger to ensure it. "I hope you 
come to appreciate all the time and effort I am about to 
spend on your education." Laura stared at the floor 
completely bewildered, her head spinning, body flashing 
both hot and cold, and barely caught a bit of drool that 
seeped from the corner of her mouth.

"Yes ma'am," she whispered in a bated breath. Thelma was 
very pleased.

"One thing we should take care of immediately, is 
actually a harmless fetish of mine. For reasons you 
can't possibly understand, I do not tolerate a girl of 
your stature, under my care, to be adorned with hair. So 
in a short while…" Thelma continued, while keenly aware 
and quite taken by the arousal her finger was eliciting 
from the teenager.

Though confused and ashamed, Laura began to enjoy openly 
the hand and its finger. Her body thrilled to a growing 
electrical storm, while her mind enjoyed a fireworks 
display. She soon perceived her surroundings as no more 
than a blur, and heard all words and sounds as simple 
mumbo jumbo. She accepted everything without question.

She stayed up on her toes, a ballet dancer in her hero's 
arms, swaying slowly, straddling Thelma's large callous 
paw as it milked her sex. Thelma sported a grin as 
Laura's weight shifted and her hips moved faster. Soon, 
Laura was driving her sex around on the rough hand in an 
ever-increasing frenzy. It was a thrill watching the 
teenager arouse herself on the palm of Talassio, wiggle 
onto the deep probing finger of Hymenaeus and its long 
jagged fingernail. 

The nail scraped itself deliberately along Laura's 
imperforate hymen, causing the teen's body to jump and 
wiggle erotically. Laura, awash in physical and 
emotional sensations, experienced her first real orgasm. 
It came from deep inside and was released in a fine 
spray that drained her essence and coated the hand of 
her knowledgeable governess.

Thelma took her sweet time, allowing her finger to 
squish around in the tightness. Laura vibrated from an 
intense, rolling spasm. Together they stirred feminine 
juices into a thick froth. Thelma watched Laura's face 
contort to the submission and her own hand coat with 
warm cream.

When the wicked woman finally withdrew her paw from 
Laura's now sopping sex, the poor girl nearly fell to 
the floor, its loss leaving her with an aching void. 
Flushed, weak kneed and exhausted, Laura was kept 
standing by the strings of Thelma's terse commands. She 
swayed uneasily, gasping in air, bathed in the heat of 
newly discovered sensations.

Laura struggled to keep her arms and hands from leaving 
her sides, from rushing to fill the vacuum left by 
Thelma's missing hand. She wished to continue the 
unbelievably wonderful pleasures she'd just experienced 
for the first time in her life. She needed to reach down 
and feel for herself the moistness, her own juices that 
now coated the insides of her thighs. She wanted to 
scratch the itch Thelma left biting her, but for the 
rules! The rules.

To be continued?

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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