Lara decided to leave Aunt Beth's house. It was no good staying there after what happened last night even though it would let her aunt down. She felt so degraded it would be impossible to recover while living in the same house as those two bullies.
She was feeling so low after being violated last night the resolve to wrest back authority over them had crumbled to nothing. She felt numb unable regain her composure with all her usual confidence lost.
It didn't help that she was wrestling with the unfamiliar thought that somehow she enjoyed being submissive. No! It couldn't be called an enjoyment; it was a dark something inside that they had inadvertently connected with and it was draining her ability to resist.
That morning had started badly when they unexpectedly took advantage of her passive mood. After rinsing her mouth out repeatedly she still imagined tasting their sperm, still smelling it in her nostrils.
Bobby was encouraging Timmy to treat her like an errant schoolgirl where she should have been the one supervising them. These two eighteen-year-old lads had little experience compared to her, a twenty-seven year old teacher, yet they had her accepting their demands.
Their continuous assault kept her feeling pitifully weak and they were taking full advantage. She would have to leave and escape this nightmare.
She searched her room but everything was missing. Her passport, money and credit cards had gone. They had obviously taken and hidden them and in that large old rambling house they could be anywhere. She wouldn't be able to pay for a cab or find somewhere to stay without them.
It dawned upon her that she didn't even have clothes to escape in. She felt like a complete idiot. It would take some planning but it could be done. Making a plan would help regain her strength and sanity.
"Timmy, may I phone the airport. I need to find out if they have found my luggage." Lara asked. They had started making the rules for her rather than the other way round. One of them was not using the phone without permission. Fearful of risking a punishment she checked with him first and tried to keep a respectful tone in her voice.
He remained close to the phone listening in. They had found it and would deliver the luggage tomorrow. The news left her feeling so much better she sighed with relief and even managed a smile.
They were physically stronger than her so there was no guarantee they would let her keep the case when it arrived. She thought of quickly changing and hitching a ride with the driver. She was even prepared to hitch a ride with the delivery guy wearing just the t-shirt. She could change on the way in his truck. That should gain his co-operation!
"We should phone the hospital and see how the operation went. Have you got the number?" She asked him.
Timmy's face changed to one of concern. Lara had distracted him so much he had almost forgotten about his mom. "If you can phone for me I'd appreciate it." He told her.
After the phone call she had gained some advantage. He had spoken to the nurse who confirmed his mom was recovering. While she had him away from Bobby she decided to work on him. "I can't run around all day in this t-shirt. Could I have something else to wear? Please!" She asked, putting on a subservient voice.
"I'll think about it." He said.
"I can't find my Id and credit cards. Do you know where they are? Perhaps Bobby took them." She smiled encouragingly.
"I agreed with Bobby that you'll have to behave and earn them back." He told her.
"I promise to behave honest. Couldn't you just tell me where they are?" She smiled demurely hoping to win him over. It was demeaning to beg for her things but there was no option.
"I'll be good. I'll do as you say. Anything you want I'll do, just tell me. Bobby doesn't have to know."
Bobby walked in and she broke off trying to split the two of them up and get Timmy to renege on their deal.
"So you agree to do whatever we want. Well for a start you can crawl around on the floor. Get down on your hands and knees." Bobby told her.
"I want my credit cards back. I'll do as you say if you'll give me back my Id and credit cards. That's the deal." She said, attempting to assert herself. He slapped her face eliciting a pathetic whimper.
It wasn't hard but the humiliation of it being from this young man she had felt beneath her was enough. She sank to her knees and started crawling around the room trying to keep from exposing her bare arse.
"You don't demand anything. We set the rules remember. As punishment let's hear you bark. Like a good little bitch that you are, let's hear you bark."
It was bad enough hurting her knees but their laughter was unbearable. All she could think of was what her students would think if they could see her making such a fool of herself.
"Over here bitch." He told her. Obediently she crawled over to him. "No whining or talking just one bark for yes and two for no. Got it?"
She barked once. Her head hung low at the indignity of it.
"Do you want some clothes?" Bobby asked.
She barked once loudly with enthusiasm.
"First you need to be punished for your bad behaviour. Do you want to be punished bitch?"
She barked once though less enthusiastically this time.
"Turn around then." He told her.
She knew what was coming but dare not refuse. She looked up at Timmy with an imploring look hoping he might save her. She was agonizingly aware of Bobby behind her looking at her bare arse where the t-shirt had ridden up around her waist.
"Are you sure you want to be punished?" He asked.
She woofed once feeling so pathetic she only just suppressed the urge to get up and run to hide in the bedroom. His hand slapped each cheek once.
"Now crawl over to Tim for him to punish you."
She managed to endure another spanking for the sake of regaining clothes and some dignity.
"You can stand up now. What do you say to us for correcting you?"
With little prompting she found the right words. "Thank you Timmy for spanking me. Thank you Bobby for spanking me." Looking down at the floor she hid her face in long auburn hair. She blinked away the hot tears welling up in her eyes from the utter shame she felt.
"I'll bring up the trunk I found in the basement. There's bound to be something in there for you to wear." Bobby said.
Timmy pulled out clothes that obviously wouldn't fit until he came to a skirt and top. "Here try this on." He said trying to encourage her.
She had to strip off the t-shirt to stand naked trying to protect her body from their lascivious stares with her arms. Timmy just sat there mesmerised by the sight of a beautiful naked woman. She almost snatched the skirt and top from his hands.
"OK! Walk around while we decide."
She wanted to refuse the outfit but it was better than nothing. The tiny little girly flared skirt covered her thighs but not much more. As she paraded around the room it bounced up revealing the still red burning cheeks. The top held her breasts in a tight cleavage.
"We'll keep that as a possible. What's next Tim?"
She pulled on a dancer's tutu. It flared outward just below her hips and was told not to hold it down.
"You'll need to wear something under that." Timmy told her.
She pulled on a pair of white stretch leggings. They were much too small. She could feel them gripping tight at the crotch and between the cheeks of her bottom. She could feel how snug it fit between the lips of her pussy pulling them apart almost cutting her in two.
Having to strip off yet again while they watched intently was less embarrassing as she became used to it. She felt like a school girl being fitted out for the new term.
When they commented on the lips of her pussy swelling in the stretch leggings her growing excitement was no longer a secret. She wondered if it would be better to just go even without money or Id.
Back in the first skirt and top she stood patiently while they pulled out pairs of panties. The largest pair looked as though it wouldn't even fit over one leg. She managed to squeeze into them.
"Lift that skirt so we can decide if those panties are right. No that's no-good. You'll have to shave." Timmy told her. The two young men laughed at her looking so pathetic. Her eyes widened like saucers and her mouth flapped without a sound passing her lips.
She had to run naked upstairs to the bathroom and search for a shaving kit. It was infuriating having to co-operate in her own humiliation like this but she desperately needed those clothes if she was to escape.
The thought of hitching a ride from a stranger dressed like a schoolgirl tart was only just less daunting than this ordeal. What would a man think of her dressed in such a lascivious outfit? She would certainly have plenty of offers of help.
Back downstairs in the lounge she pulled a towel under her hips laying back on the floor with legs spread wide. "Open up now. Wider! Now keep still, don't fidget." Bobby told her.
She closed her eyes tight shut needing to distance herself from the ordeal. 'How can I let them do this to me?' She wondered in dismay. The thought of such degradation had been bad enough but lying on the floor naked with legs spread wide was torture.
