Lara had had a busy morning at work. One of her colleagues in the elderly residential home was off sick and that left the young eighteen year old to care for eight residents alone with Matron. She was an older woman of about fifty but was very lazy and had left Lara to do most of the work herself. While Lara had served the residents their lunch, Matron was secretly getting drunk in her office.
Now the residents had finished having their lunch and were gathering in the day-room for some relaxation. Most of them were able to walk there themselves and Lara had just wheeled the last of the wheelchair-bound patients into the room. He was an ex-sailor who was paralysed from the waist down after an accident many years ago onboard ship. As Lara put the brakes on his wheel chair he whispered something to her. Not hearing him at first she bent forward to get closer to him.
That is when he grabbed her. Although his legs were useless he had developed his upper body strength over the years and now he used that strength to hold the young girl tight to his chest.
"We're going to have some fun this afternoon, Lara, and you are going to be the star attraction. Look."
He turned her round, keeping his strong arms wrapped around her. Now she practically sat in his lap while she faced the other residents, men and women. These were people she had cared for over the summer months as she prepared to go to university but now they were gathering around with lust in their eyes. Lara didn't know what they were up to; she was a good girl and always did what she was told. She knew nothing about sex and became upset when the elderly men rubbed her bottom or grabbed her breasts when she was helping them to dress, getting them in and out of the bath or helping them on and off the toilet.
"Now, Lara, I hope you are not going to scream or cry out. If you do we will have to silence you but we hope you won't make us do that. We are going to play a game where each of us will be granted a wish and each wish will be related to you. Do you understand?"
Lara didn't understand anything; all she wanted to do was care for these elderly residents but they seemed to have other plans for her.
"Let me go," she struggled.
"I'm sorry, Lara, I can't do that. I see we will have to silence you. Betty, can you help please?"
Betty was a large lady of sixty-five. Lara watched in disbelief as this lady she had helped to dress this morning pulled up her long summer dress and revealed her big black knickers. She pulled them down her thick legs, showing her hairy pussy to everyone in the room and stepped out of them. Picking them up off the floor, she walked over to where Lara was being held.
"Open wide, dear," she instructed Lara. When the young girl clamped her mouth tightly shut and shook her head Betty pinched her nose until Lara had to open her mouth to breathe. As soon as she did so Betty stuffed her big, dirty knickers into Lara's reluctant mouth. She couldn't help but taste the piss stains on the crotch of Betty's knickers as well as something else which she didn't want to think about.
"Now, Lara, it is time for our first wish. Tom, what would you like?"
"I want to see her tits," said Tom, a man who had been a resident in the home for many years and was nearly eighty years old.
"Of course," replied the old sailor, holding Lara by the arms. Betty again approached the young girl, grabbed hold of her uniform top and pulled down the zip. Everyone was staring at Lara's large breasts, covered by her small white bra. While everyone else stared Betty grabbed Lara's bra and pulled it down, revealing the girl's tits to all the residents. They continued to stare while old Tom smiled delightedly. It had been a long time since he had seen such a beautiful pair of tits. Lara struggled in vain, her head thrashing from side to side, her face burning red with shame.
"Your turn, Mary. What is your wish?"
"I want to see her cunt?" said Mary, a foul-mouthed woman who swore and cursed at all the staff in the room and even at some of the residents and their families.
"OK, Mary, but I think Betty will need some help with your request. Why don't you give her a hand."
Mary moved her wheelchair over to where Lara was held and grabbed her by one of her ankles. Betty took Lara's other leg and stretched it in the opposite direction. Lara still tried to stop this but she was no match for these elderly tormentors and looked down to see Betty's hand open her trousers, slide them over her struggling legs, over her feet and off. Slowly moving her old hands back up the young girl's smooth legs, Betty reached up and pulled down Lara's tiny knickers.