Misc. Erotica Ensnaring Lilly

NEW READERS: If you have not read the first book, Cultivating Lilly, this chapter provides a high-level overview as told through a few flashback moments. All of these scenes may be enjoyed in much greater detail throughout the various chapters of the first book.

IN THIS CHAPTER - Lilly can't get the memories of the evening out of her mind and relives the past as she drives. Finally home, Lilly is surprised by an unexpected intruder.

The drive home from the Tallenger estate was difficult. Her mind raced with images and fantasies of what had taken place over the course of the evening. While Lilly felt she'd lied convincingly about her past, Rebecca's prying questions had forced some memories to surface.

Lilly had always considered the year she spent with the Vatspalts as wondrous and exciting. She reasoned that her interest and willingness to explore sex had been borne from her strict and very conservative religious upbringing; that her parents had repressed her normal sexual development. Then, when she started spending time with the Vatspalts, she effectively burst out of a too-thick shell that she believed her parents had constructed around her.

When the bursting finally happened, Lilly embraced the exciting and extremely pleasurable acts the Vatspalts placed her in. Their world travels, acceptance of the naked human body, emotional support and understanding of her guarded psyche were refreshing. They opened her eyes and created a comfortable space for the discussion of any topic, no matter how taboo. Sexual exploration, once she came to grips with her body issues, was not only encouraged, it was demanded.

She had developed early and extraordinarily, forcing her to wear bras designed for fulsome women. This led to teasing and bullying. Making matters worse, her mother had forbidden her from shaving the dark hair between her legs. Left unchecked, it grew to an embarrassingly large triangular bramble that showed beyond the borders of her panties and swimsuits.

Despite being tall and slender (save for her D-cupped-sized boobs), the cute, tight-fitting clothes and bikinis other girls were wearing was something she could only admire from afar. She was so self-conscious, she buried her own body behind extra-large sweatshirts and loose fitting pants. She withdrew from making friends and spent much of her time with her parents.

Then she met Cassy Vatspalt in her community college PE class. Assigned by the school to share a shower stall, they became fast friends and as they got to know each other, Lilly was shocked at how sexually open the petite, fine-boned Swedish girl was. Cassy was the first person to touch Lilly's special place. It was Cassy who convinced her to trim her pubic hair and even helped Lilly do it.

Before long, she was spending time at Cassy's house and grew close to her entire family. It took the Vatspalts methodical approach to gaining her trust and building her confidence that allowed Lilly to feel unencumbered when they started doing things to her. Instead of shying away, Lilly welcomed their tutelage.

Lilly eventually started begging the Vatspalts for sex and it was Anna Vatsaplt, Cassy's mother, who made Lilly realize what needed to happen first. Too afraid to ask her real mother, it was Anna who Lilly turned to when she wanted to be placed on birth control. The older woman was honored to be part of something so personal and even took Lilly to see her gynecologist.

Lilly was nervous and Anna dutifully held her hand as Dr. Gustov Malstrom tied her ankles into the stirrups with thick straps and spread her legs open. He was the first man to touch her special place and the older woman was a calming presence throughout the examination, which was very thorough and sometimes uncomfortable.

Anna sympathized with Lilly when the doctor applied a suction pump to her breasts. Sobbing as the machine mercilessly tugged her nipples deeply into the glass cups, it was Anna who stroked her hair and told her it would be over soon. She offered words of encouragement when the doctor flayed Claire's lips open and taped a small electrode to Lilly's clit. She was nervous he was going to hurt her, but Anna was reassuring.

Even as he increased the current and Lilly bucked against the examination table, Anna's words were soothing. The measured jolts of electricity shooting through the little pink kernel compelled Lilly through several orgasms that were so intense her bladder let go. When the procedure was over, Lilly was an exhausted, sweaty, piss-covered mess and it was Anna Vatspalt who helped her through it all. It wasn't until months later that Lilly learned Dr. Malstrom was also Anna Vatspalt's cousin.

She had always been such a good girl; doing everything her real mother and father asked of her, despite her own feelings of being closeted. But as the Vatspalts opened her eyes to a larger world, they made her realize that being bad wasn't really being bad. It was being brave enough to see another point of view and being open minded enough to try something new. What was considered vulgar and sinful by her real parents, was considered completely appropriate by the Vatspalts.

As Lilly gained more confidence, the Vatspalts demanded more obedience. And she was happy to acquiesce because when she obeyed, pleasure followed. It wasn't always for her pleasure, but that was something else she learned from the Vatspalts: to be grateful when her second family showered her with compliments for being their Good Girl, even at the expense of her own comfort.

Doing what they said made them happy, and in return she drew happiness from their joy. The desire to provide pleasure fought mightily with her desire for pleasure. Under the Vatspalt's tutelage, such pleasure was sometimes intense or intimidating, but that only increased her enjoyment. Her supplication offered serenity through abandon.

When the Vatspalts placed her in bindings and played with her, she discovered that being naked, exposed and helpless was exquisite. Later, when the Vatspalts allowed others to play with her, she felt beautiful and desired, which was something she had never previously experienced.

She came to resent her parents because, she reasoned, they had stunted her sexuality. She felt she had to make up for lost time and her sexual escapades with the Vatspalts were a wonderfully devious way of getting back at them. Even more exciting was knowing these acts were conducted in secret, away from their prying eyes.

It was difficult not to smile when she spoke to her mother about the dinner she'd had at the Vatspalts while, beneath the frumpy clothing she wore, her pussy gaped and dribbled the sperm of the multiple men that had ridden her earlier that evening. She took great satisfaction in knowing that she'd been tied up with a cock in each end of her body while Mrs. Vatspalt placed nipple clamps on her buds, only to lie to her father later about spending the day being bored while watching TV with Cassy.

The Vatspalts had worked tirelessly for a year to get her to a place she never thought existed. Discovering that part of herself was an emancipation of the walled-off person she had always been and she was proud of the young woman she'd become. Her self-confidence grew and as she became more comfortable with herself, she worried less about what others thought. It was this confidence that made her apply to the exclusive culinary school in Switzerland and drove her to start her own business after graduation. Now, thanks to Mistress Tallenger, she was questioning all of it.

She honestly couldn't count the number of men she had been with. The last six months with the Vatspalts were a blur. She had been the bound and blindfolded centerpiece of many gang bangs and she didn't know which entrance had received more man-milk: her mouth, her butthole or her special place. While she had never been paid to provide pleasure, Lilly wondered if Rebecca might be right. Maybe she had been a whore. Maybe all the people who had taken pleasure from her body had paid the Vatspalts.

That thought made her shiver.

An image of Rebecca playing with herself flashed across Lilly's mind and she unconsciously whined in the darkness of the van's cabin. Spying on her client had been incredibly exciting. In response, Claire stirred. The poor thing was starving.

Years ago, she and Cassy had crawled along the hallway of the Vatspalt residence and peeped on Cassy's parents having sex. She recalled the hot, stickiness that drooled from her girl-part and saturated her Hello Kitty panties as they laid on the floor together. Spying was nearly as delicious as the act itself.

In the van, Lilly's arousal was palpable; her cheeks ran flush and her armpits were moist. Her cunt drooled like a baby. Claire was desperate for attention, oozing hot froth that drenched the crotchless panties and the car seat as she drove. She hadn't been so turned-on in years and tried to attend to her special place while still keeping the van on the road. This only led to frustration because she couldn't climax. It was too hard to focus on driving while touching herself. She briefly considered stopping and succumbing to her needs, but putting distance between herself and the Tallenger estate was a stronger motivator.

A squirrel darted into the road and there was nothing Lilly could do. When she heard the little crunch beneath the tires, she yelped and it sounded like the squeal of surprise she heard from Hanna right before Mistress Tallenger pushed Lilly out the back door. She imagined Hanna held fast to the billards table, helpless as the other women spread her dainty limbs across the expanse and lifted her gown.

At that thought, Lilly was taken back to a party in a luxurious cabin on the shores of Lake Tahoe, California. In front of a group of strangers, she was made to admit her subserviance to Cassy and her older sister, Louise. As proof of her subjugation, they commanded she undress. Once naked, their dominance continued. She had to spread her butt cheeks, exposing the anal plug the Vatspalts made her wear whenever she was in their presence. She was then blindfolded and tied to a table, her limbs spread in an elongated X.

Once she was incapacitated, the sisters granted the partygoers permission to play with Claire. Fingers, tongues, toys, various objects found around the cabin; nearly anything was allowed. Save for the actual penetration of her pussy by a man's cock, it was deemed her girl-part was to always be stuffed with something. The guests embraced the idea and the fun went on all night long, despite her pleas for rest.

But that wasn't all. The women smooshed their pussies to her face and she was commanded to provide them pleasure. Lilly was told to open her mouth and swallow any cock that was pressed to her lips. At Louise's direction, she dutifully sucked them off, filling her tummy with their warm, salty essence, because she had been forbidden from spitting it out.

Lilly loved every minute of it.

Shortly after her trip to Lake Tahoe, the Vatspalts finally claimed her virginity. She had been begging them for months, but they refused. They claimed she wasn't ready, so she could do nothing but wait. Left in a constant state of sexual frustration and arousal, her body began to physically react the moment she walked into their home.

Claire did nothing but drool, her nipples stood erect, her heart raced the moment any Vatspalt family member touched her. She was their plaything and they played with her often and in very creative ways. Then, on the eve of the Santa Lucia holiday, they bound her to the dining room table and turned her into dessert. Anna Vatspalt pushed berries inside her femininity and her second family took turns feasting from it. Later that evening, she was tied prone as the Vatspalt men slowly pushed their cocks inside all three of her openings simultaneously.

She imagined Hanna struggling to free herself from atop the billiards table, her femininity placed at the edge as her legs dangled over the side. She saw the men standing in line, their cocks hard and ready to fuck the poor girl while the women held her in place. At that thought, another memory came flooding back: The Kitties and Colts party in Napa.

No longer a virgin, the Vatspalt men took her on a little vacation to a lovely hotel in Northern California's Wine Country. They dressed her in a pretty pink latex kitty suit and took her to a party with other girls in latex kitty suits. She was paraded and fondled and introduced as one of the party favors before being tied to a restraining device.

Although her butthole had been placed off-limits by her suitors, open season was declared on her pussy and mouth. In no time at all, a line of men waited to skewer her from both ends. And when they were done with her, another group of men, these dressed in blue latex horse costumes with large blue dildos sewn into the crotch, took their turn as well.

All the fun came to an end when Daddy abruptly accepted a new job in Amsterdam. The Vatspalts departure created a gaping void in Lilly's sex life. With no private, readily available outlet for her urges, she was left to search for the pleasures she craved. This proved to be difficult without the security the walls of the Vatspalt house provided. There, she could be bound for hours, her body helpless to her second family's every whim.

Making things even more difficult was the lack of a car. When she landed her job at a cooking store, it was an easy bus ride away. Buses, however, stayed on a fixed route and remained local to Palo Alto. This was a problem because it was imperative she didn't gain the kind of reputation around town that might get back to her parents.

When the Vatspalts left, her world effectively shrunk. Momma had told her Uncle Lars would return occasionally but he never did and, eventually, she stopped asking. Her own life started to slowly move on.

Over time, the longing for sex transformed from a roaring fire to a simmering flame. At first, she masturbated at least once a day and experimented with feeding Claire all sorts of interesting objects. She managed to buy a vibrator and a dildo and those were nice, but they didn't come close to human interaction. And being by herself meant that she couldn't be restrained, which was something she really enjoyed.

Pulling the catering van into the small garage, she powered down the steel door and shut off the engine. Gripping the wheel, she willed herself to calm down. Claire was in full bloom and when Lilly gently touched her button a shock wave of pleasure ignited. She bucked against the seat. Quickly pulling her fingers away, she sat still, panting and recovering in the dark safety of the small space.

Leaving the hot boxes and dirty kitchenware in the van for the night, she locked the garage, entered the first-floor kitchen and used the dim light filtering through the storefront's window to make her way across the room, opening another door that led to the street. Locking it behind her, she slowly started up the stairs to her apartment. She had left the high heels in the van and was sure she was destroying the fine hosiery Mistress Tallenger had provided, but she didn't care.

Her thighs were damp and the cool evening air turned her skin clammy. Every step was uncomfortable and, as it was dark, she kept her eyes on her feet, making sure not to miss a step on the ancient and narrow stone stairway. She never saw the person standing in the shadows by the door to her apartment.

"I'm going to tear that dirty little cunt of yours wide open."​