Unraveling Lisa

Nude Parade

Lisa steps down the stage, her hands tied back behind her. The assistants are on her side and the priest is behind her. His hand is just hovering over her buttocks making Lisa tense about when he was going to hit her on the ass.

She is highly aware of parts of her body which she didn't notice much before. Her breasts are bouncing as she is walking without anything to restrain them. Lisa is becoming aware of how heavy her breasts are for the first time. When she looks down she can see nothing past her giant boobs and  elongated n*****s.

Her inner thighs are sticky from the juices flowing through her v****a. She wants to disappear to her home, take a clean shower and get fully dressed. As she is thinking deeply, her pace slows down. A ringing slap hits Lisa's butt cheek making her jump with shock.

"Move your ass." The priest growls behind her. Swallowing tears, Lisa increases her speed. People parts in two lines on either side of her. Police form a chain in front of the people preventing them from falling on Lisa all at once. As soon as she steps between the line, hands shoot towards Lisa's body without noticing the police.

A few hands touch the side of Lisa's massive boobs. Some people bend as forward as they can to brush their hands on her n*****s. Some even manage to twist them like knobs. Some hands reach Lisa's stomach rubbing it. Some fingers poke her belly button. But no one can reach her v****a for which she is thankful. At every moment, there are a dozen different hands on Lisa, squeezing and groping her flesh and poking her holes.

Lisa feels like a street w***e open for all. The people are merciless. To them, she is only an object to be checked. She refuses to think what will happen if they catch hold of her without the police. The police are not innocent themselves. One of the police holds her breasts up with his stick and watches them bounce. One officer sticks his stick into her ass crack but misses her asshole.

Only ten minutes, Lisa thinks remembering her walk from her house earlier during which she still has clothes on her, protecting her dignity.

"b***h! Suck my c**k!"

"I'll f**k you in the ass, slut!"

"Look at those boobs. How do you grow them that big?!"

"Do you want my c**k in that virgin hole, slut? You are dripping. Let me lick the juices for you!"

Comments about her body arise from all directions. If only her hands were not tied, Lisa would have shut her ears to block the disgusting comments. Excited by every comment he is hearing, the priest is slapping Lisa' ass and sometimes her breasts. Lisa feels like she is in a sea of hands where every hand is touching and violating her.

The juices from her v****a are now dripping down her leg and her n*****s are sore from all the tugging and twisting. When the parade is a block away from her home a teenage boy breaks the chain of police and runs towards Lisa. Like a crazy person, he grabs her t**s and slams them together several times. He takes her two n*****s in his single hand and twists them together while his other hand reaches between her legs.

He pushes two fingers inside her and drives them as deep as they go. Lisa tries to get away from him but the priest is not letting her. He is pushing Lisa towards the boy's fingers. He is about to add a third finger when the police come to take him away. He pinches Lisa's c**t before withdrawing his fingers from her v****a and placing them in his mouth.

"You taste like honey!" He shouts before the police take him away. Lisa shakes at this sudden assault. Her legs felt weak and her v****a and n*****s hurt. Another slap from the priest gets her finally going. Sometimes small pebbles fly from the crowd hitting Lisa's breasts and p***y and bounce off softly.

After being thoroughly violated and fondled by almost everyone in the town Lisa finally reaches her house. The priest's hands are still on Lisa's breasts not willing to let them go. His thumbs are rotating her n*****s.

The police make everyone leave the premises and go back to their houses. But still people are peeking through their windows, their eyes eating Lisa alive.

"You are saved today, Lisa." The priest whispers into Lisa's ear. "But tomorrow you are going to be f****d like a bitch."

He inserts his finger in Lisa's v****a and rotates it there. He sucks her n*****s for the last time that day.

"Until then take rest." He says and walks away with his assistants following him. Lisa stands there naked, shivering like a leaf. She opens the gate and walks inside. The front door which has locked is opened. Surprised at this, Lisa steps inside. She wants to take a shower immediately to wash away the touch of those people on her body. She walks into her bedroom.

To her shock, her bag of clothes is gone except for a towel. The only piece of fabric left is the sheets on the bed. Lisa sits on the bed, her hands involuntarily covering her body. The sheets stick to her p***y due to the wetness between her legs. That arouses her more and causes even more juices to flow and her c**t to throb.

She decides to take a shower. Grabbing her towel and toiletries Lisa steps into the bathroom. She turns on the tower and steps into it. The hot water cascades over her body washing every part which has been probed and squeezed. Her breasts and n*****s are sore with the attention they got today. The hot water feels good on them.

Lisa squirts some soap into her hands and starts rubbing on her body. Whenever her hands fall on a body part, she is reminded of how that part has been fondled. When her hands rub her breasts, her n*****s become hard demanding her attention. Hesitantly, she takes her n*****s between  her thumb and forefinger, gently tugging them just like the priest did to her.

She is immediately turned on. Every tug at her n****e is traveling down to her groin making Lisa moan. Lisa wonders if she is enjoying being a Naked Tribute more than she should. She remembers how her s*x responded to be naked in front of those people. She remembers how soaking wet she got when more than a dozen hands groped their way on her body at once.

When the teenage boy had his fingers inside her, Lisa just wanted to lie on the road and let him f**k her all he wants. She even moved her hips towards his fingers. She is appalled by her behavior. She is a good girl. She never behaved like this. She wonders what this town is doing to her.

Then her thoughts turn to the priest's parting words. She is going to be f****d tomorrow. Like a b***h. She knows she will be mounted like a prized horse tomorrow. Her whole body shudders at that thought. She wants her first time to be sweet and gentle with a handsome man. Looks like she is not going to get her wish.

Lisa steps out of the shower, drying her body with the towel. She wraps the towel around her body taking comfort in the sense of safety it is giving her. Her breasts seem like they increased in size today. Her breasts are swelling out of her towel. Her n*****s are straining against the towel like they like being exposed to the world and not hidden under any cloth.

Lisa's agony increased after shower. She craves a release. But good girls like her don't masturbate. She doesn't know what to do. She falls on the bed wrapped in the towel, her hand hovering over her overactive p***y.

Suddenly, the big window in her room opens and a man steps inside. Lisa looks at him surprised. It is the dark haired boy who kissed her breasts this morning. What is he doing here?  The priest said she can't be f****d today without her consent. The boy can't do anything to her now. She will resist him.

"We meet again." The boy smirks, sauntering towards Lisa.