Under Construction: Reprise
by Ratios

A young girl is inspected during a home improvement project.

Day 1, Friday morning:

Mellissa slammed open the door to her daughter's bedroom at just after 7AM on a Friday morning. Abby had just graduated high school a few weeks ago and didn't yet seem interested in preparing for that start of college, though admissions deadlines were looming on the horizon. This lackadaisical attitude had led to Abby sleeping until noon most days of the week since receiving her diploma rather than applying for scholarships, getting a job, or being an otherwise productive member of society. Sloth being one of the seven deadly sins, Melissa felt that it was time for Abby to experience a literal rude awakening and she was happy to deliver it.

Jolting her upright with a confused, "Whuh, who?", Abby scanned groggily around the still mostly dark room, searching for the source of the noise that had interrupted her slumber. Through bleary, half closed eyes Abby could only stare blankly at the parade of swarthy looking men stomping and jostling their way into her bedroom as her mother held open the door for them. Blinking and shaking her head to clear her lingering sleepiness, Abby was disturbed to confirm that she was not, in fact, currently floating through some strange nightmare, and that the rapidly growing crowd of leering men with their sideways smiles was 100% real.

At first bewildered by their lust-filled faces, the reason why the men were staring at her with such debauched interest suddenly floated to the top of Abby's drowsy mind: it had been a warm June evening and Abby had slept the night before completely nude with no blankets. Sitting barely upright with arms and legs akimbo as she was, her nubile, eighteen year old body was fully on display for the rough men that had come to surround her bed. Blushing in embarrassment, Abby squirmed for a moment in indecision, attempting to cover herself up with her hands and arms in a variety of ways, eventually settling into the classic embarrassed naked female pose of one hand across her breasts and one hand tucked between her legs. As she crossed herself she sputtered to her mother, "MOM, I'm naked! What the fuck? Who the hell are these perverts you're letting into my bedroom?"

Tutting in response, Melissa admonished, "Language, Abigail!", while pushing past the dozen men now standing in Abby's room, ignoring the fact that all of them were staring at her daughter. Opening Abby's bedroom window, which overlooked the front eave and gardens below, she turned to address the hulking man standing at the front of the group and gestured out. "This window leads to the front roof and attaches to the garage right over there. Does that work for you?"

From Abby's point of view, the well-muscled beast of a man that Melissa was speaking to looked like he would be more at home smashing heads in an MMA cage than standing in a teen girl's bedroom surrounded by frilly pink drapes and posters of contemporary boy bands. The daunting giant had not stopped staring at Abby since entering the room and, with a lecherous grin, replied, "Yeah, this ought to do just fine. We can see everything from here."

The man's forwardness caused Abby to flinch back involuntarily as her body attempted to shrink down even further into her bed. Unfortunately, her fervent desire to disappear did little to hide the majority of her 5'5 tanned body, well-toned from years of high school gymnastics and swimming, from the lustful eyes of the men intruding on her previously private space. Knowing that not a single male eye had left her since the group entered the room, Abby was sure that each of the workers already had a crystal clear image engraved in their mind of her perfect, perky, C-cup breasts and landing strip of downy blonde hair that had been displayed to them at short range for half a minute before she fully awoke and began to cover up. After another tense moment of combative staring, Abby's mother broke the silence, turning to address Abby directly for the first time since entering the room.

"These men are going to be building the addition over the garage and they need roof access in order to do so. I don't want them disturbing my gardens so they're going to be coming through here instead. You better not give them any problems as this project is on a tight squeeze to wrap up in time for our Hawaii trip and I don't want you causing any delays. Your father has been on deployment for thirteen months now and you know how much he has been looking forward to meeting us there during the scant leave they give him. You better not mess that up!"

Eyes sweeping over the creepy, staring men filling her room, Abby felt panic. This bunch of perverts were going to be constantly running through her room for the next week? Shit! Crawling to the edge of her bed while covering herself as best she could, Abby attempted to whisper to her mother. "But mom, you grounded me to my room for the next month. Are you telling me I'm going to be stuck in here while all these nasty guys are constantly parading through?"

Melissa nodded her head and replied without whispering, "If you hadn't snuck out and gotten drunk at that detestable graduation party then you wouldn't be grounded. Do you know how humiliating it was for me to have to pick you up half naked from the police station? I may never hear the end of it from the other ladies at church! You earned your punishment and now you're going to have to live with it."

"But MOM, you said I have to spend all day without clothes or blankets this summer because I wasn't ever cleaning up after myself. I'm naked right now and you let a group of strange dudes into my room! They're staring at me!"

Melissa scoffed at this. "Don't try to blame your nudity on me. You're the one who left so many dirty clothes and dishes around your pigsty of a room that we had to have the fumigators in. You're almost an adult now and I'm getting tired of playing the part of your maid. Maybe a little bit of shame will finally help you repent and learn some responsibility before you head off to college and turn into some wanton little slut. The good lord knows that nothing else I've tried has had an impact."

"It was ONE cockroach you saw! You didn't have to have the whole house treated! At least let me have a sheet or something!"

The argument fell on deaf ears as Melissa was now standing by the window conferring with the foreman about construction business. The rest of the gathered workers had still not ceased openly leering at Abby's barely concealed bare form. Upset from arguing with her mother about her ongoing punishments, Abby turned and lashed out at them, jeering, "Can you creeps be any more obvious? Why don't you take a picture; it'll last longer!"

To Abby's horror, the men looked at each other with massive grins and proceeded to do just that. Within seconds, a crowd of cell phones were out, digital shutters clicking busily, as the men snapped photo after photo of the naked teenager before them. With an incredulous look, Melissa shook her head in disbelief at Abby's foolishness. "Well, THAT was obviously your stupid fault. I guess you must really want to play at amateur modeling for the next week, huh? Merciful heavens, Abigail... I wonder sometimes if you ever bother to think before you speak."

Surrounded on three sides by a wall of sweaty men and flashing cell phone cameras, Abby curled up into a ball, attempting to cover as much of her private areas as possible. With a waved hand of dismissal, Melissa turned back to the foreman to ask if he needed anything else before the project got started. Without turning away from his phone, now solely focused on Abby's nude form, he responded with a shake of his head. Frowning at being ignored in favor of her daughter's stupid exhibitionist stunt, Melissa chided him, "Well get to work then. I'm not paying you to stand around."

The workers snapped a few last pictures and then started going about their business, some stepping out the open window to the roof and others heading back down to their trailers to grab supplies. Melissa walked over to Abby and warned her, "You better be on your best behavior young lady. If you delay this project with any more of your foolishness and threaten our vacation time, I won't hesitate to leave your butt right here to give these men access to finish the construction while you father and I spend two weeks in Maui without you."

A few of the passing workers darted glances at each other and started whispering back and forth after hearing this. Melissa ignored them, adding, "I'll be back to check on things in a few hours and bring you lunch. Behave!" Melissa then marched out of the room while Abby remained behind, shell-shocked and cowering on her bed. The intermittent sounds of electronic camera shutters filled the silence she left behind.


Day 1, Friday afternoon:

Several hours later, Melissa headed back up to Abby's room to check on the workers to see if they needed anything. Men were still openly ogling and photographing Abby as they moved through the room while going about their business but now several workers were sitting on upturned supply buckets at the foot of her bed, eating lunch while staring at the girl. Frowning again at Abby having given explicit permission to the men to objectify her, Melissa chose to ignore their activity and moved to sit a plate of food down on Abby's desk before letting her daughter know that her lunch had arrived.

Abby crawled as far as the corner of the bed, struggling to keep her front assets covered, before waving her mother over. Rolling her eyes, Melissa approached and Abby whined, "MOM, these disgusting men are taking pictures of me and telling me to do all kinds of nasty things for the cameras. Can I please go somewhere else?"

"You're really going to pretend to be upset because they're taking pictures of you? That's rich! You TOLD them to do it and now you're COMPLAINING about it? You just couldn't help yourself from teasing these men, could you? What on Earth did you think was going to happen?"

Having no response to this, Abby simply lowered her eyes and continued hiding herself on the bed. After staring at the naked girl for a few seconds in disgust, Melissa called over the foreman to check on the progress of the work before preparing to leave again, but was interrupted by another whining call of, "MOM!" Teeth clenching involuntarily, Melissa once again turned to face her daughter.

"MOM, I have to pee but these perverts won't stop staring at me! Can you please give me a dress or a towel or something while they're here? Anything at all? I'll even clean it myself when I'm done! I promise. Please?"

Rolling her eyes in exasperation, Melissa scathed, "You're nude for a reason. It's a punishment, Abby. It's supposed to be uncomfortable. If there wasn't a bit of suffering involved, how would you expect to learn anything? And do you really think you're going to stay in bed, lazing about all day, every day for the next week? Don't you have all those essays to write for your scholarship applications? Sheesh." After a moment of consideration, Melissa walked back to the bed. "Here, let me make this easy for you. Stand up, right now."

Lifting her head from her huddle, Abby stared at Melissa with her mouth hanging open in surprise. "But MOM-"

Angry now, Melissa cut off Abby's plea, shouting, "STAND! Now, young lady!"

Workers, having heard the shouting, were now gathering around the window and entering the room to find out what was happening, phones out and ready. With a long moan of embarrassment, Abby hesitated before finally straightening out her legs and swinging her feet over the edge of the bed, her pink polished toenails glinting in the sunlight. With trembling limbs, still covering her breasts and crotch with her hands, she slowly leaned forward and stood up, her eyes locked on her feet in embarrassment. Flashes were now lighting the room constantly.

Melissa glared at her and commanded, "Put your arms behind your back, Abby." When Abby didn't immediately move, Melissa shouted, "NOW."

Blanching at the loud order, Abby gazed around the room in fear. At least ten pairs of eyes and half a dozen lenses were focused unwaveringly on her indecision. Averting her eyes back towards the ground, she slowly dropped the hand over her chest and placed it behind the small of her back. Several of the men let out whoops of approval as her pert teen breasts were left on full display.

When Abby looked pleadingly towards her mother, hoping that this might be the end of it, Melissa stood firm and merely waved for Abby to continue. Dropping her eyes in shame once, Abby removed her hand from her crotch and moved it behind her back to tightly grasp her other. Though her legs were still pressed tightly together, the entire room could now clearly see the tuft of blonde hair above her teenage vagina as it peeked out from between her thin legs. Jumping at this newfound opportunity, the workers wasted no time in crowding in around Abby to take full body photos of the humiliated girl as her cheeks and chest burned red with humiliation.

Arms crossed in front of her chest and still frowning, Melissa added a final order. "Stop pressing your legs together, Abby. Move your feet shoulder width apart."

Upon hearing this degrading task, Abby squeezed her eyes closed and choked back a sob before complying. As her feet stepped apart, the plump lips of her rarely seen vagina opened like the petals of a blooming flower before the hungry eyes of the gathered mob. With new, unfettered access to Abby's most private area the *click click click* of photographs being taken melded together to form a constant staccato hum. Staring down at her revealed body, Abby was horrified to see a telltale wetness glinting between her labia, plainly displaying for everyone in the room the confused arousal that she was now feeling at being forcibly exposed in front of an audience. Whether conscious or not, a part of Abby was obviously enjoying being put on exhibition and the knowledge made her humiliation feel a hundred times worse.

Melissa noticed the wetness and spat disgustedly, "Goodness, Abby... Are you getting off on this? Lord, please help me, I've raised a little slut."

The admonishment hit Abby like a slap and she quickly moved back into her previous pose, legs together and hands over privates, her chest heaving with anxiety belabored breath but Melissa was quick to step in and scold her. "Don't bother with that now. The whole point of having you stand up and uncover is so that you don't have to worry about showing all these men something they haven't already seen. If you want to act like a teasing Jezebel and ask them to take your picture then you may as well play the part."

Abby's eyes were now as wide as saucers and she listened to her mother's chastisement.


"Don't let me catch you hiding or covering yourself anymore. I expect your arms at your side or behind your back and your knees no less than shoulder width apart at all times unless you're doing something that requires otherwise. Being naked like this is supposed to be a punishment and you're supposed to hate it, not get off on it! And get those essays written! I won't have you moping around here, wasting the entire summer." With this, Melissa turned to leave.

Uncovered and on display once again, Abby made one last plea to conserve her modesty, "But MOM, can't I have any privacy at all? Please!"

Feeling her skin heating up at the constant whining, Melissa wheeled on Abby. "You're being punished for a laundry list of bad behaviors so I don't know why you're expecting me to go easy on you! And, may I remind you, you are the one that begged them to photograph you without your clothes on so I don't know why you're getting all bashful now. The construction is only scheduled to take a week and then you're done with your grounding and can go have a nice relaxing vacation in Hawaii. I suggest you grit your teeth and suffer like a good Catholic so that you can deserve forgiveness when you finally learn to pray for it!"

Still standing with her arms limp at her sides, Abby resigned herself to the most humiliating seven days of her life as the group of workers swarmed around her to snap photo after photo of her shame.

Seeing how miserable Abby looked, Melissa felt her tense body sag and deigned to offer a small boon. "I'll tell you what... I'm the only one here that you'll have to face after a week from now so I'll stop intruding so abruptly. I'll always make sure to yell up before I come in rather than barging in unannounced, okay? You can have just that much privacy if you really want it. You'll still be naked, but at least you'll have a bit of warning before your mother comes into your room. And before you ask, that's all you get, so don't bother begging for more."


Beaming to herself at having been so considerate of her daughter's feelings, Melissa mentally patted herself on the back. Unfortunately, this feeling of accomplishment was soon wiped away as several workers knelt in front of Abby to take close up pictures of her drooling sex, making demeaning suggestions on how she could better reveal herself to their camera. Shaking her head at the entire situation, Melissa shouted to the crowd, "Oh grow up, all of you. You've seen what my daughter apparently so desperately wanted to show you and now you have so you can all move on with your lives. Get back to work!"

Turning back to glare at Abby through slitted eyes, Melissa hissed, "What did I tell you, missy? You were supposed to stay out of the way and not delay this project but your little exhibitionist steak is slowing things down already. Don't let me catch you anywhere but at your desk filling out your college forms for the rest of the week. You better hope they get this project done on time or you'll be spending your time here babysitting them while they catch up instead of with us in Hawaii." Storming over to where Abby was sitting at her desk, Melissa seethed, "Your stupid actions landed you in this situation and I don't want to hear one single more word from you about any of this or you're grounded for an additional month!"


With an angry shake of her head, Melissa turned and stomped out of the room again leaving Abby mortified and on display in the middle of the horny swarm of workers. Things proceeded uneventfully through the rest of the day and the workers eventually packed up and left late in the evening. Abby cried in bed that night but couldn't help her right hand from sneaking down to rub up and down her young slit as she recalled the leering gazes and nasty comments she had received from all of the evil men that day. As she approached her climax, the image came to her mind of her mother towering over Abby's naked form calling her a slut, a harlot, and an exhbitionist and this dragged her over the edge. After shaking for a moment with the most pitiful orgasm of her life, Abby drifted off into a fitful slumber with her hand still tucked between her legs. For the first time in many hours, nobody was around to watch.


Day 2, Saturday morning:

The workers returned bright and early at 7 AM the next morning, the jarring sound of the door slamming open once again pulling Abby from her sleep. The first men to enter the room were struck by the pungent scent of female arousal lingering in the air in the room but quickly noticed the source of the smell: Abby was slow to awaken and even slower to realize where her hand had been resting as she slept. Flushing crimson with embarrassment, she pulled her hand away from her swollen vagina and discretely sniffed it, involuntarily grimacing at the pungent odor. Photos were taken of every step of the act and, realizing this, Abby quickly got up and fled to the bathroom across the hall. After relieving herself and cleaning up she reluctantly returned to her room to once again face her tormentors, knowing that her mother would explode if Abby strayed from her room for too long while grounded. For the better part of the morning, Abby wore a full body blush from living with the knowledge that the lustful men intruding on her space could smell the lingering aroma of her female charms.

By the time Melissa made her first check in of the day, bringing breakfast around 9AM, a single noticeable modification had been made to the layout of Abby's bedroom: the large, wooden desk that had previously been positioned on the side wall opposite the bed was now in the middle of the room facing the window. Abby was sitting at the desk, looking miserable, now forced to stare out the window at the construction workers as they went about their business all day.

Puzzled at the change, Melissa went to the window and signaled the foreman over to ask about it. He scratched his head and looked into the room. "The desk? Oh yeah, I forgot we moved that. We had a bunch of large pallets of supplies that we had to stack in there and we couldn't just leave them in the footpath so we rearranged a bit temporarily. That's not going to be a problem, will it? I don't want to slow the work down any more than we have to."

The answer made sense to Melissa so she dropped the matter and asked for a status update on the project. Satisfied with the progress being made, she turned to leave and glanced towards Abby from next to the window; the view brought another frown to her face. The large wooden desk did not have a back panel and, because of this fact, anyone standing at the window was presented with a direct, framed, well lit view between Abby's widely spread knees. Squinting closer, Melissa noted that, even from where she was standing, she could plainly see that Abby's labia were swollen and bore a light sheen of moisture that had crept onto her thighs and seat as well.

As if refusing to make eye contact or acknowledge the display she was putting on, Abby had been studiously staring at a piece of paper since Melissa began to look at her, though Melissa didn't see her eyes moving at all. Shaking her head, Melissa sighed and exited the room, leaving behind a trail of mutters regarding what she's going to have to do about her exhibitionist slut of a daughter. The construction workers, with their new and improved scenic vista, were left wondering the same thing, though the ideas of the two parties were likely vastly different.


Day 2, Saturday mid-day:

Around noon, Melissa made her usual call up ahead of time and then climbed the stairs to Abby's room carrying a plate of food. As she entered the room, she was incensed to find Abby sitting at her desk clothed in a full length dress.

Slamming the meal down on Abby's desk, green beans scattered everywhere and Abby jumped to her feet in fright. Spinning her around by the shoulder, Melissa leaned right up in her face and shrieked, "What do you think you're doing wearing your nice Sunday dress, young lady? You were grounded and being punished! Now you're probably staining your nice church dress with your... your slut juices! I'm going to have to run an entire load of laundry before church tomorrow just so you can wear this again!"

Cringing backwards, Abby mewled, "But MOM-"

"Don't 'But MOM' me Abigail Marie Wellington! Remember what I said about complaining? You're on thin ice already, young lady. Now take that dress off IMMEDIATELY!"

As more and more workers gathered to watch and film the altercation, Abby blushed furiously and cast her eyes downward. Under Melissa's stern gaze, Abby shrugged the dress over her head and tossed it on the floor without looking up, revealing that she had not risked putting on underwear underneath. As she dropped the dress, a worker came through carrying an arm full of paint cans and stumbled over it, nearly dropping his cargo in the process. Watching this happen, Melissa's already elevated blood pressure shot up another dozen points. Picking up the fallen garment, she shoved it in her daughter's face and began screaming again.

"Do you see the trouble you cause? Do you see how your actions affect others? This is what you were being punished for in the first place! All your life, you're constantly making messes and getting in the way with no regard for anybody but yourself! You never learn, do you?"

In a state, Melissa called the foreman over and stated in no uncertain terms, "I'm tired of this. Abigail seems intent on playing my last nerve like a harp string and I have no more patience left to deal with her constant bullshit. From now on, if she interrupts your work, slows you down, or distracts you in any way you have my permission to get her out of the way however you see fit. You have my full permission and support."

Springing to the window to protest this gross violation of her freedom, Abby begged, "But MOM-", but Melissa once again cut her off.

"WON'T YOU STOP WHINING FOR ONE BLESSED MINUTE? Good lord! You're so disruptive that I wouldn't be surprised if these workers tie you up and gag you while they're here. It would serve you right!" Melissa then wheeled about and left in a huff.

Abby stared after her in terror as the foreman's eyes moved between the her and a stack of rope in the pile of construction supplies in the corner. The sounds of a brief struggle floated out the window, followed by silence, followed by muffled sobs, but these were all drowned out by the sounds of men hard at work.


Day 2, Saturday evening:

A few hours later, Melissa announced her approach and once again returned to Abby's bedroom to check on the progress of the construction. As she entered the room, she found Abby hog-tied face down on her bed, still naked, and now gagged with a dirty cloth. Her body was positioned so that her butt was pointed towards the window and, though her legs were tightly bound together, her vagina was obviously well engorged with lubrication clearly visible between her thighs. Several workers were once again sitting around, phones in laps, eating their dinner out of ziplock bags while gawking the bound girl. There was a distinct smell of female arousal in the air.

The sight and scent caused Melissa to pause for a moment, holding a forgotten plate with Abby's dinner on it, before muttering, "Serves the little tramp right." After sitting the plate down on Abby's desk, Melissa walked over to the bed and ran her hands up and down the ropes currently binding Abby, checking to make sure they weren't chafing or restricting blood flow. Satisfied that the punishment was being carried out in a safe manner, she leaned down next to Abby's head and pulled out the rag. As Abby coughed and sputtered to clear lint from her dry mouth, Melissa spoke.

"See what happens when you continue to misbehave? Once again you're seeing the consequences of your own foolish actions. I'm wondering if you're even capable of learning a lesson from any of this." As Abby stared up at her in astonishment, Melissa added, "I hope you know, this is your own fault."

Wriggling against her bonds, Abby moaned, "But MOM, the men have been touching me!"

"Don't be stupid, Abby. They had to tie you up because you were being a little brat. How do you suppose they'd do that without touching you?"

Shaking her head, Abby whined, "No MOM, I mean-" but Melissa interrupted.

"ZIP IT. Good god, Abigail! What did I say about complaining?" Picking up the saliva soaked rag, Melissa turned it over in her hand. "Oh for the love of.... no wonder they gagged you! Do you have a single constructive thing to say?"

After a quiet moment, Abby whimpered, "I'm very sore and I don't like being tied up like this. Can I move or stretch, or something? I promise I won't get in the way any more."

Throwing her hands up in surrender, Melissa replied, "Fine," before rolling her eyes and shoving the rag back in Abby's mouth. Calling the foreman over, she explained, "My daughter is uncomfortable being tied up in this position. You should probably change how you tie her during the day and maybe give her some time to rest on her back and maybe stretch sometimes if you're going to keep her like this very often."

The foreman's eyes sparkled as he slowly ran them up and down the form of the bound and naked teenager. With a wolfish smile, he replied, "Yeah, I think we can help her out with that. We can definitely put her in different poses... I mean, positions." He gestured at the plate of food on the desk and added, "We can take care of feeding her too because, you know...", gesturing towards the gag.

Nodding at the man's thoughtfulness, Melissa turned back to the bed and regarded her daughter with a scowl. "You know, you're probably delaying this project even more with your constant demands. Every time you continue whining it's less and less likely that you'll be joining us for two weeks in an island paradise. I hope you're happy with yourself."

As Melissa left, shaking her head in dismay at her rebellious daughter's selfishness, the foreman was calling several other workers over to the bed. "Help me move the brat. Mommy says to make sure she stays stretched." This was met with a round of laughter from the men.

Abby was now squirming against her bonds and attempting to shout, though all that could be heard through the gag was a loud moan. A great deal more moaning was heard through the rest of the evening, though nobody but those causing the moans and the moaner were present to hear it.


Day 2, Saturday night:

Several hours later, after seeing the last members of the construction crew out the front door and locking up, Melissa headed upstairs to check in on her daughter a final time for the night but found her fast asleep. With Abby no longer constrained by ropes, Melissa frowned to find her still showing off, even while unconcious. The soles of her feet were flat together with her knees bent wide to the sides, legs flat to the bed. As if putting her shameful sex on display to the whole world weren't enough, her arms were clasped at the elbows just under her breasts, lifting and presenting her already bulging breasts to any onlooker.

From the indents on her skin, it was obvious that ropes had recently bound Abby's ankles, knees, arms and even... was that a friction mark from a rope being passed through her crotch?

"Still," Melissa thought to herself, "that doesn't give her the excuse to act like a whore, putting herself on display for satan's business." Even standing in the doorway, the sharp, pungent odor of female arousal hung heavy in the air. With a shake of her head, Melissa thought, "Turned on even by this. I'm raising an insufferable harlot."

With a look of disgust, Melissa backed out of the room, closing the door behind her as she left. In the now dark room, Abby slept deeply, still in the last pose the men had tied her, exhausted from the ordeals of the day though she had barely moved a centimeter throughout. The dreams that found her during her slumbers were fractious and teasing; shards of nonsense interspersed with a repeated reliving of the indignities she had suffered at the hands of the workers. Deep in sleep, her own hands once again began to wander over the exposed skin of her naked body, recreating the merciless fondling and teasing that had filled her day so completely. Hoping to finish the work that the construction crew had so callously started but never completed, sleeping Abby's fingers dipped into her ever dripping honey pot, her body finding a rhythm until her young muscles clenched in unconscious pleasure. Mind ablaze with happy chemicals and the reminisced teasing of hard men, her depravity began to internalize as Abby once again slipped back into her tumultuous sea of ecstasy and nightmares.


Day 3, Sunday morning:

The idea of the construction work continuing through the most sacred day of the week displeased Melissa, but she had decided to allow it in the hopes of not disturbing the family vacation. It was 8:30AM on Sunday morning when Melissa announced herself before visiting Abby's bedroom. In what now appeared to be a recurring theme, she found Abby tied spread eagle to the corners of her bed, her young sex and perky breasts on full frontal display for anyone who might be passing through.

In a curious addition, her head was propped up on a pillow and bound to the headboard as well, essentially forcing her to stare at her own naked body all day. Instead of a rag, this morning, Abby had a bright red ball gag inserted in her mouth, held in place by a leather strap, complete with fat strings of drool running from the corners of her lips, down her chin and neck, to the pillow below. To Melissa's disgust, Abby's face wasn't the only thing drooling; Abby's young slit was wide open and there was a shameful amount of female lubrication flooding over her lower lips.

Staring open-mouthed at the lewd display in front of her, Melissa barely noticed as a pair of passing workers paused on their way through the room to take photos of the girl up close, one even leaning down to take a selfie while smiling and making a peace sign next to Abby's open sex. After studying the spectacle of her spread out daughter for a few moments, Melissa composed herself and approached the window to call for the foreman with a concerned look on her face. When he showed up, she waved her hand in Abby's direction and questioned, "Is it really necessary for her to be this 'on display'? She looks like a frog in a science experiment."

The foreman just shrugged and replied, "You heard her yesterday. She was complaining that her back hurt, right? We're just trying to do as she asked and give her a good stretch so that she can be comfortable."

Thinking back, Melissa recalled that that was what her daughter had asked for and wondered if this had been Abby's plan all along. Pinching her nose, she muttered to herself, "Of course my exhibitionist slut of a daughter has arranged for herself to be put on display for the world to see." Melissa seriously considered just calling the airline to refund Abby's plane ticket for Hawaii right then and there. After a moment of consideration, she decided on the merciful path; she would give Abby the few, promised, remaining few days before their vacation to hopefully pull a miracle and shape up, somehow. "The grace of god might not even be up to the task of taming this little harlot," Melissa thought to herself as she approached the bed before catching herself and signing the cross in penance for her sinful thought.

Checking the knots and loops on Abby's bindings, Melissa found them tight but not tight enough to cause harm. Running an idle hand up and down the length of the spread teen's body, she was revolted by the hardened nipples, spread vagina, and dripping lubrication between the girl's legs: all signs that her perverted daughter was aroused by what should have been an entirely humiliating experience intended to be a part of her punishment. Disappointed in Abby's apparent reaction to the situation, Melissa sighed and wondered how she had failed so thoroughly as a mother to arrive at this situation. After a moment of finding no answers within herself, she decided to push the matter aside for now and maintain the facade of normalcy in front of the workers, vowing to pray on the question later, and undid the clasp on the gag's strap instead. Pulling the red ball from Abby's mouth, she stroked Abby's matted hair and asked, "How are you today, dear? You've gotten everything you asked for. Are you satisfied now?"

Free to speak for the first time in hours, Abby opened her mouth to protest her circumstance but caught herself at the last second, realizing that complaining might drive her one hope of freedom away. Instead, in the most reasonable voice she could muster, Abby stated, "I'm sore and bored, mom. Can you please stop them from tying me up so I can get back to doing school work or something? Or at least give me some entertainment or something? Anything? Please?" After squeaking out the last word of her plea, she hesitated, glancing around to make sure no workers were close enough to hear, then added in a whisper, "These guys are constantly taking pictures and videos of me and... touching me... you know, all over..."

Melissa rolled her eyes again and sighed heavily before reinserting the ball gag and cinching it shut, surprising Abby and drawing a litany of nonsense gibberish in the aftermath. Walking back to the window where the foreman still waited, she delivered the request. "My daughter would like you to stop with the idle touching, though with the little slut putting on this show, I can hardly blame you. She also says that she would like you to 'entertain her', whatever that means." Melissa used her fingers to put air quotes around the last part, rolling her eyes and adding, "Yeah, I know that the request is vague, but that's Abigail; she doesn't even know what she really wants."

With a toothy grin, the foreman locked his eyes on the naked girl and asked, "Entertain her, huh? What measures should we be taking to accomplish this, do you think?"

Frustrated with the whole situation, Melissa threw her hands into the air before heading towards the door, calling back, "Your guess is as good as mine. I give you full authority to do whatever you feel is needed to satisfy her and her endless requests as long as I don't have to constantly hear about it."

The foreman's eyes twinkled and his grin grew menacing as Abby began to tremble in fear out of Melissa's sight. Struggling against her bonds, Abby tried to shake her head vigorously, or call out, or do anything to get her mother to change her mind but her bindings and gag removed any chance she had at succeeding. On her way out, Melissa paused to pat Abby's naked leg reassuringly before grimacing in disgust at the wetness now covering her palm. While gingerly wiping her hand dry on Abby's stomach, she said, "I hope you get what you wanted, Abigail. I'm going to church but I've decided that it's not worth the rigamarole involved in untying you, cleaning you up, and dressing you just for a few hours, so you'll be staying here for now. I suggest your thoughts should turn to prayer and repentance if you want to come out of this any better off than you went into it."

Once her hand was as dry as she could get it, Melissa turned back to the foreman and warned, "She's under your supervision now. Take good care of her. You have my full authority to punish her if she acts out or doesn't obey." To Abby, she finished, "Behave, young lady. I'll be back in a few hours."

As Melissa walked out of the room, Abby's bound body was shaking with fear of what was to come. More dirty workmen started filing into her room to gather around her bed as word of the mother's orders spread. This time, their ideas for 'entertaining' Abby were no longer limited to idle touching. Over the next several hours, the constant sound of stifled grunts and moans mingled with the rhythmic metallic squeal of bedsprings drifting out Abby's open window only to be drowned out by the cacophony of construction noises emanating from the roof outside.


Day 3, Sunday afternoon:

Melissa arrived home from church and after-service-mingling just before 1PM, announcing her return loudly while taking off her fancy jewelry and heels. After a few moments, she made her way up towards Abby's room to check up on things and was immediately assailed by the pungent odor of sweat and arousal. The spread-eagle form of Abby's body had not moved from the bed but her shameful vagina had gone from plump and moist to engorged, gaping, and soaked. Melissa was stunned to find a handful of ripped open condom wrappers littering the floor between the bed and the window.

Stomping towards the window in a rage, Melissa snatched up one of the discarded foil packets and shouted angrily for the foreman. When he leaned in through the window, she shook the wrapper at him and hissed menacingly, "You perverts better explain yourselves! What is going on here?"

The foreman gave a sheepish smile and smoothly replied, "Well, ma'am, my construction crew is made up entirely of devout Christian men, I want you to know... but the temptation posed by your daughter, who you yourself have noticed is a bit of an exhibitionist, is too much for even a good man to take. A guy can't work right when he's constantly hard... down there... so some of the guys have been... you know... giving themselves a 'helping hand', if you know what I mean, to quash those urges. They've been responsible enough not to make a mess in your nice house, thus those wrappers you see around."

Disarmed and relieved, Melissa's anger faded into a slow background boil, cededing ground to her growing disgust at the impact of Abby's supposed perverse behavior. Turning back to the lewd display on the bed, she had to close her eyes and take a deep breath to calm herself before replying. "I understand that your men have needs, and that my daughter is a sinful little temptress, but this is a Christian household and, as such, these things" -she tossed the condom wrapper out the open window- "are not allowed. I don't really approve of your self-pleasuring either, so no more of that while you're under this roof. You'll have to find some other way to deal with your pent up sinfulness. I don't want to see this kind of mess around here anymore. Am we clear?" The foreman nodded and Melissa spun on her heels and marched over to the bed.

Stepping towards Abby's head, Melissa pulled open the gag but, before she could ask a question, Abby immediately started by yelling.

"MOM, these nasty, disgusting men have been fu-" but this was enough for Melissa. The slumbering embers of her fury reignited with full force at Abby's immediate whining and she slammed the ballgag back into her daughter's mouth, clasping it forcefully before stepping away to pace angrily along the bed.

"Dammit, Abigail! Every time you open your mouth it's just whine, whine, whine! And insulting these dutiful workers when they have done nothing but try to accommodate you? Really, I thought I raised you better than that! I'm tired of all of this. I can't come up here without hearing about how everyone else is forced to deal with your problems."

Pacing to the foot of the bed, Melissa wheeled back to point at her daughter accusingly.

"Don't come crying to me with all your petty complaints anymore! All I asked is for you to stay out of the way for a few days and I get nothing but incessant whining and showing off, causing this whole project to move along at a snail's pace! Well I'm tired of it. If there's something you need, I am sure these men whom you have disparaged so baselessly will take care of it for you. I'm done with your ceaseless moaning. From now on, I'll check on the workers if I want to know how you're doing. I don't want to hear one more word out of your mouth!"

With that, Melissa spun on her heels and stormed out of the room. Abby, who was still bound, gagged, and on full display, stared pleadingly at her mother's back as she disappeared into the hall. Not long after she was gone, a swarthy, dirt covered, and fully nude worker cracked open the door of Abby's closet from the inside, glancing cautiously around. After making sure the coast was clear, he stepped out and smacked another worker on the chest with the back of his hand jovially. "Damn! That was a close one. Glad she shouts up before she comes in here."

The nude man then moved to the foot of the bed, a condom covered erection pointing directly between Abby's widely spread legs. "Guess I don't need this anymore," he said, pulling off the prophylactic before crawling back up on the bed. Her eyes locked on the now bare cock, dripping with pre-cum, approaching her unprotected young slit, Abby quaked in fear with a noticeable spike of shame at the gush of wetness she felt in anticipation. Over the next several hours, the sound of men hard at work hammering, drilling, and filling in the bedroom were drowned out by the actual construction noises coming from the job site just outside.


Day 3, Sunday evening:

As was now the habit, when the exhausted workers gathered downstairs and made their way out the front door, Melissa announced herself and headed up to Abby's room to check on things one last time. Dimly lit only by the light from the hall, Melissa could just make out the still form of her daughter, breathing slowly and asleep on her side in bed. The musky odor of arousal was strong in the room but, while Melissa was frowning at the stink, the solitary flash of a blue light across from Abby's bed caught her eye and so she quietly stepped into the room to investigate it. To her surprise, she found a complex looking security camera on a tripod in the corner with several large lenses protruding from it, one of which was focused in the direction of the sleeping teen.

When the foreman's large frame blocked the light from the doorway, Melissa looked at him and then to the camera, gesturing to it in silent question. He held a finger up to his lips, pointing at the sleeping girl and then silently moved over to guide Melissa to look out the window with a hand in the small of her back. There, he pointed out several identical cameras on the corners of the roof outside. Leaning in, he placed his lips next to Melissa's ear and whispered, "Security cameras. Thieves like to rob construction sites of raw materials like exposed copper wiring and pipes. It's standard practice to keep an eye out for intruders."

Nodding in acceptance, Melissa turned back towards Abby. The naked and vulnerable form of her sleeping daughter struck a chord inside her and she wondered if maybe she had been too hard on the girl that afternoon. "Oh well," she consoled herself, "her day can't have been too bad if she's sleeping peacefully so soon after." She followed the foreman out the door, closing it gently behind her as her daughter continued to sleep and went off to lock the house up and prepare for bed herself.

Had the light been on, Melissa may have seen the large wet spot staining the mattress under Abby's hips, or the bottle of sleeping pills the workers had accidentally left on the nightstand next to Abby's bed; a tool for keeping the teen docile while not tied up. But the light wasn't on and so no alarmed questions were asked. The bottle would be gone as soon as the men returned in the morning though the stain would remain behind only to widen over the next several days. Had anyone checked with Abby, the need for the pills may have been questioned as the teen's body and mind had been thoroughly exhausted by the day of hard use by the end of the night, but people rarely ask questions of a gagged subject.

Once again, Abby squirmed in fitful slumber, her hands finding their way down to her tender breasts and her well used sex. While still unconscious, she dreamed of the seemingly endless stream of workers that had entertained her through the day. Overlaid on top of everything was the constant screaming of her overbearing mother, reminding her constantly that she was a slut and a whore for her actions. Vivid memories of abuse running through her sleeping mind, Abby was able to squeeze her legs together and squirm her way to one final small orgasm, though who could say what number it was for the day. Even the few workers who had been paying attention had stopped counting around the dozen mark. As it had for the last several hours, the ever vigilant HD camera silently captured every detail of the teen's pleasure, only this time in high quality night vision.


Day 4, Monday morning:

The scene that greeted Melissa when she came up to check on the construction project before leaving for work on Monday morning was almost obscene. Abby was tied face down on the bed, nylon cords running from her wrists and ankles to the corners, her knees pulled widely apart by a separate cord looped underneath. In a single nod to her comfort, a pillow had been positioned under her chest so that her head would stay raised off the bed to allow her to breathe more easily through her nose as her mouth was still blocked by the ballgag. Melissa couldn't help but think that Abby looked... on display.

Approaching closer, Melissa was repulsed to find Abby's sex even more yawning than it had been the previous afternoon. In a new twist, now there was viscous milky white fluid dripping out. The oozing liquid also covered the backs of her thighs and pooled under her hips on the bed. Melissa immediately called for the foreman but was so fixated on her daughter's sloppy slit that she didn't notice him entering the bedroom from the closet, having just finished buttoning his shirt.

"What in God's name is this... gunk inside my daughter?"

The foreman held his hands up in a gesture of placation and held his ground. "Abby was complaining of a yeast infection yesterday so I consulted a doctor friend of mine and he prescribed some anti-fungal, anti-itching cream for her to use over the next few days until it clears up. You did tell us that we were in charge of seeing to her needs, remember? What you see is a physician approved medication. I figured we'd be charitable and help her out free of charge because she's stuck here with us while we work on the addition."

To back up this claim, he held out a small note on what appeared to be a doctor's letterhead with some illegible scribbles with what appeared to be a signature scrawled at the bottom. Melissa glanced at this, but not close enough to notice that the note appeared to be made on regular printer paper or the several misspellings, before looking back to Abby. Taken aback at the consideration the workers were showing for Abby's welfare and a bit ashamed at her own false assumption, Melissa did her best to smile as she reached out to shake the foreman's hand. "That's so nice of you!" Turning towards Abby, she added, "See honey? These are the men you were trying to badmouth yesterday. They have nothing but your best interest in mind!"

Able to hear her mother but not see her, Abby was now squirming against her bonds and wheezing against the gag but couldn't quite turn her head far enough to make eye contact with her mother. She moaned loudly several times but was not successful in getting any cogent message across.

Meanwhile, Melissa was closely investigating her daughter's sodden crotch area. As she gingerly probed around the area with her fingers, she addressed the foreman without turning. "Your heart was in the right place but look at the mess you've made. There's so much extra cream here that it's dripping on the bed and I'm going to have to wash the sheets again." After a pause, she re-considered. "Bah! No point in that now. It can wait until after this infection is done if there's just going to be more cream and more mess. Here, I can at least show you how to keep from wasting it."

The workers watched curiously as Melissa briefly left the room and then returned holding two large pillows. She went to the side of the bed and asked the closest gawking worker to help lift her daughter's hips off the bed. He obliged and Melissa took advantage of the space created to slide the two pillows in a stack under Abby's hips, raising her oozing slit off the bed and stopping the flow of cream from within her gaping lower hole. Turning back to the foreman, she noted, "Here, this will help keep the medicine inside her so it doesn't all drip out and stain the sheets so badly."


Several workers were now looking on with their phones out taking pictures and video as Melissa sat on the side of the bed next to her bound daughter's raised pelvis. With her pointer finger, Melissa wiped along Abby's thighs, crotch, butt, and even dipped into the congealed pool below to gather the excess 'medicine' leaking in trails from Abby's stretched vagina before carefully inserting her finger, coated in cream, deep inside the girl to deposit it where it was needed. The sensation of penetration from what could only be her mother's hand caused Abby to let out a guttural moan from behind her gag but Melissa frowned and did her best to ignore Abby's perverse outcry. Extracting her now mostly clean finger back out of Abby's slit, Melissa returned to the mess beneath to gather up another scoop before shoving that up inside as well. Another scoop, and then another, and then another followed until as much of the excess fluid as she could find had been shoved up inside the girl.

Once her task was complete, Melissa wiped her finger on Abby's back to clean it as best as possible before turning back to address the gathered crowd of workers. "I've had this sort of infection before and it is incredibly unpleasant. You have to make sure to put as much of the medicine as deep as possible for maximum effectiveness."

Satisfied that things were well in hand, Melissa turned to leave but, as she did so, she accidentally ran into a metal frame and had to quickly reach out and grab it to keep it from falling over. Examining what she had just reflexively grasped, she found it to be the tripod mounted security camera that she had seen the night before. Glancing around the room, she thought to herself, "Wasn't this in the corner last night? Why is it right at the foot of the bed now? " After a moment of consideration, she reasoned to herself, "Ah, they probably use it to keep an eye on Abby while they're outside and hard at work. Good for them."

Adeptly stepping around the camera, she gave one more glance towards Abby, wrinkling her nose at the sight of the stained sheets and the pervasive smell of female arousal before giving a resigned shrug, muttering, "Oh well, it's a mess, but there's not much we can do about it now. Yeast infections are nasty business." Barking a quick laugh, she said to nobody in particular, "Hey, it could be worse, she could be on her period right now. Luckily, that was last week so we don't need to worry about that now."

Nodding to the foreman as she walked towards the door, she praised him. "Thank you guys for everything you're doing here. You're doing a great job, despite having to put up with my needy and petulant harlot of a child. I've got to go into work now, but please give me a call on my cell phone if you need anything at all." With a wave, she was gone.

As Melissa's car pulled out of the driveway and drove off down the street, the rhythmic squeak of bedsprings and the muffled moans of a fit young woman once again began to drift through the house. As much work was done inside Abby's bedroom through the day as was done on the construction outside as all the men were now encouraged to deposit their 'medicine' as deeply up inside the bound teenager as possible. If Abby's period had really been a week previous, and this religious family thought contraceptives to be a sin, then the men knew there was a chance that another construction project could soon be started as a result of their recreational activities with the teen, and each of them was fully committed to do their part in trying to make that happen.


Day 4, Monday evening:

Melissa exchanged a pleasant wave with the men working on the roof as she returned home from work in the evening. After busying herself putting away her work things she eventually headed upstairs to check with the workers to see how things were going. Pausing briefly outside the door to Abby's bedroom, she took a deep breath and prepared herself for the inevitable vulgar scene that was likely to greet her.

Sure enough, Abby was now tied on her back with her hips raised on a stack of pillows at the end of the bed, her torso slanting downwards with her shoulders and head flat on the mattress. Stretching up towards the headboard, her arms were wrapped together elbow to elbow by knotted cord and her legs were positioned parallel to the edge of the mattress in full splits, tied by the ankles by cords running down to the sides of the frame below. The soles of her feet and her gaping sex were both tilted at an angle towards the ceiling and a copious amount of the medicine was busily leaking from her slit over her pelvis to pool on her stomach before running down her sides to stain the fitted sheet below. In a new development, her rear hole was also now swollen and open with medicine leaking down her crack to soak the pillows used to raise her hips. There was evidence of the medicine all over her body now, including smears up and down her legs, on the soles of her feet, between her toes, on her stomach, and all across her breasts.

As Melissa's inspecting gaze reached Abby's face, she was shocked by several disturbing new additions. Abby's eyes were now covered by a blindfold, her ears were covered by thick noise-canceling ear covers, and her ball gag had been replaced by some sort of wire hooked mouth spreader. After staring at the sight in front of her for a long time, trying to process what she was seeing, the foreman came over to Melissa unbidden and explained.

"Abby was complaining of even more itching all over her body and asked, because she can't scratch herself, that we put some of this anti-itch cream on more of her body to make her feel better. My doctor friend told me this might get a little worse before it starts to get better but assured us that this is all perfectly normal."

After a moment's contemplation, Melissa decided that this line of reasoning made sense but had to ask, "What does that have to do with making her wear a blindfold?"

"Oh, that. That's not related at all. I'm sure you're aware that the sun sets on this side of the house. Abby complained the last couple of days that it was shining in her eyes so we got her that to help her rest properly, seeing as how she can't really move."


Approaching the bed, Melissa reached out to brush Abby's cheek. The girl, who was artificially blinded, deafened, and dumbed, flinched hard in response. Pulling back at the reaction, Melssa asked, "And the ear muffs?"

"It gets really loud up here with all the construction noises and those are industrial grade ear protectors a lot like what a bunch of the men out here wear when we drill or saw. We're just keeping your daughter safe, Ma'am."

Melissa lowered her face down next to Abby's and closely examined the hooked apparatus holding her mouth wide open. She reached out to touch it but stopped herself, not wanting to cause another flinch. "And this thing?"

The foreman walked over and clarified, "Ma'am, that's a spreader gag. You know we need to gag her to keep her quiet so we can do our work efficiently as you pointed out to us, but a rag or a ball gag can be dangerous. For example, what if any of this medicine ever accidentally gets in her nostrils? With a ball gag she might choke! With this spreader gag she can always swallow whatever is in her mouth and then breathe through it if needed. This way, she's quiet but it's also safer for her."

Abby was now moving her head side to side and attempting to speak but, with the metal gag in place, all that came out was gibberish. Melissa moved to unhook the device to see what her daughter was so urgently trying to say but the foreman held out a hand and translated for her, "Abby has been asking for us to properly rub her medicine in because she's so itchy all the time. As you can see, the guys have just been squirting it out on her haphazardly and not spreading it around much. They're good men but I think they're too shy to touch your daughter to properly apply the medicine." With a toothy smile, he added, "We wouldn't want to make it look like we were touching her inappropriately, would we?"

Still slightly in shock at the seemingly obscene, yet perfectly explained display in front of her, Melissa nodded absentmindedly in acceptance.

In his politest tone, the foreman solicited, "Do you think you could help us out with this? Your daughter said that if it was going to be anyone, it should be you."

Eyebrows raised, Melissa stared at her daughter's rocking form. "She asked for me specifically? She wants me to rub this cream onto her skin?"

"I know it's a lot to ask, but we want to keep her as comfortable as possible so we can get this work done on time and you're the only one that could apply the medicine the right way in good conscience."

It only took a moment for Melissa to come to the decision that had to be made. Nodding to herself, she stood up straight, unbuttoned the cuffs of her work shirt, and rolled her sleeves up neatly. Pushing down her disbelief at what she was about to do, she told herself that helping her daughter was more important than thoughts of pride or impropriety. Positioning herself on the edge of the bed, Melissa reached out her right hand and began to lightly rub the white oozing liquid around on her daughter's stomach to cover all of the skin there. At the first touch, Abby flinched away from the hand, but began to relax as the caressing continued gently. Several workers were now actively filming the treatment with their phones and the HD security camera at the end of the bed continued to document the entire process to cloud storage.

The rubbing was hesitant at first; lightly caresses on the smooth skin of Abby's abdomen, hands dipping down to rub the medicine onto her sides, and then sliding up to coat her under arms. This continued up Abby's right arm, wiping and spreading the ever-present liquid, making sure to push some up under the ropes where she was able before moving across her shoulder blades and then back down the other arm. As Melissa coated her daughter's neck, she idly noted Abby's hoarse breathing and long sighs during the process and thought to herself, "This must really be working."

As she arrived at Abby's face and caressed her daughter's distorted and drool-covered cheeks, some of the medicine accidentally ran in Abby's forced open mouth. Panicking, Melissa shoved her fingers into Abby's mouth and attempted to scoop it out, causing Abby to hack and choke at the sudden intrusion but the foreman leaned in and put a hand on Melissa's wrist, pulling it back slightly. "Don't worry if she swallows a bit. The ointment is all natural and non-toxic. We wouldn't want to put Abby in danger."

Melissa sighed in relief at this news and saw that Abby had already swallowed the bit of liquid that entered her mouth. It took a deep breath and a moment's pause to get her nerves to settle, but Melissa resumed distributing the white liquid around Abby's cheeks, nose and forehead, careful not to disturb the protective gear on her daughter's face. Once finished with Abby's face, Melissa was left with a bit of a quandary. The next section she had to do seemed... wrong. While Melissa was lost in thought, staring at Abby's perky chest and pink nipples standing hard at attention, the foreman once again chimed in.


Gesturing to the girl's chest, he noted, "This is one of the important parts we figured you needed to do. She noted a lot of discomfort there but none of us wanted to touch her improperly, you see."

Taking a moment to steel herself, Melissa ran a single finger through the large concentration of medicine streaked across her daughter's prominent breasts for a moment, tracing around the edges, attempting to imagine this as a wholly medical procedure. Starting slowly, she finally started spreading the medicine with her palms around the edges at first, making sure to do a thorough job and evenly coat each breast. As she was massaging the medicine in, to Melissa's disdain, Abby attempted to arch her back to press closer to the touching hands as some sort of malformed moan emanated from her constrained mouth. Melissa did her best to ignore this and continued on, though she did mutter, "little slut," under her breath as she worked.

Finishing up on the girl's chest after a few moments, Melissa was glad to move away from such crude work, if only temporarily, and moved around to stand at the foot of the bed. There, she started by taking one of Abby's feet, massaging it lightly to coat it with the medicine, then ran her hands up the ankles, wrapping them around the shins and calves, and then up behind the knees, all the while attempting to ignore that fact that Abby's body was now visibly vibrating and that she was emitting constant low moans.

When she arrived at Abby's thighs, Melissa once again paused, staring at the intimate parts and wondering at the appropriateness of her actions. Ever encouraging, the foreman leaned in again to prod her along. "Abby asked for this part specifically. Her yeast infection is terribly uncomfortable and the prescription says that all that medicine that's dribbling out is supposed to be up inside her."

Head shaking in disgust, Melissa looked at her deafened daughter's face and asked rhetorically, "Seriously? You want your own mother to lube up and massage your vagina? There really is no end to your perversion, is there?" With audible disdain, she continued, "I'm doing this for medical reasons, not so you can get some sort of cheap thrill at my expense. If you weren't sick, I'd have half a mind to give you another punishment for this disgusting behavior."

Bending down to stare at Abby's widely gaped and dripping slit, Melissa turned slightly to look at the foreman. "You know, I wouldn't put it past this little deviant to fake the whole yeast infection thing just to get attention."

Now kneeling next to Abby's legs at the end of the bed, face mere centimeters from the girl's reddened and engorged lower lips, Melissa formed an impromptu squeegee between her pointed index finger and thumb and used it to scoop up all of the medicine she could from the naked teen's thighs and pelvis and before drizzling it over the girl's pubic mound. With her right pointer finger she then directed the runny glob the last couple of centimeters up into Abby's wide open upturned vagina, but the hole was so full that almost as much dribbled back out immediately. Frowning in concentration, she tried again with the same result.

During this process, unnoticed by Melissa as she focused on the task at hand, Abby's quivering pelvis was impotently attempting to thrust up to meet the invading hand, but was held fast by multiple ropes. The garbled moans coming from Abby's spread-open mouth were now constant and pleading.

Trying again to shove the cream into Abby's hole, Melissa used two fingers and then again a moment later three, but made no headway on getting it to stay inside. As frustration set in, she started pushing her fingers in more forcefully while also spreading Abby's vagina laterally to keep more medicine inside. After a few moments of this barely working, she moved to using the fingers and thumb on her left hand to hold the girl's vagina gaped open while shoving the rest of the external volume of medicine in, pushing it down into Abby's cavity with the pressed together fingers of her right hand, essentially inserting her whole hand inside.

Suddenly, Abby's toes curled and her abs tightened up. A muted wail sounded from her stretched mouth and her hips bucked the mere centimeters that they were allowed to by the constraining ropes. Despite initial annoyance at Abby's struggling and a sudden spasming in her work area, Melissa was pleased to find more space for liquid available in her daughter's clutching vagina and was able to shove the remaining external medicine inside.

Inside Abby and out of view of the crowd standing over her, her cervix was working overtime as the girl orgasmed, spasming rhythmically and doing it's best to transfer the fluid inundating her vaginal cavity into her merely half filled womb. Millions of new visitors now wriggled around inside their new home looking for a more permanent place to plant themselves. This activity went unseen by the people in the room but Abby, her sight and hearing artificially removed, could focus on nothing else.


Sweating lightly from the effort of her ministrations, Melissa rocked back on her heels and, after a moment, stood up, carefully using the back of her right arm to wipe her forehead while making sure to not touch her skin or clothes with her now very sticky hands. Looking up from her daughter's pelvis for the first time in several minutes, she was surprised to find most of the construction crew staring at her, several with their mouths gaping at the performance they had just witnessed. Confused, she asked them, "What, did I not do a good job?"

The foreman was the first to break out of his stupor and was quick to encourage her. "You did great Mrs. Wellington. Doesn't your daughter look much more comfortable now?"

Sure enough, Abby's body now looked slack and relaxed, like a candle melting into the bed, though her breathing was still going hard. After a moment, the foreman added, "You better come back in here and help her out again tomorrow as well. The doctor said that she is supposed to keep these treatments up for a few more days."

Melissa nodded absent mindedly at this suggestion and looked down at her arms. The gloopy white fluid now covered both of her hands completely, all the way up to the wrist on her left and halfway towards the elbow on her right. Nose wrinkling in disgust, she realized that, more than likely, at least some of the moisture was her daughter's disgusting arousal juices. Taking care not to drip all over the carpet, she informed the men, "I'm going to go wash up. I apologize on behalf of my degenerate daughter for all the hassle she's putting you men through. With as much of a pain she's been the last few weeks, I'm almost glad she's feeling a little discomfort during her punishment. A bit of suffering may lead her down the path of atonement, God willing." Glancing at Abby's winking vagina, she muttered, "The good lord knows that nothing else has worked," and walked out of the room.

After she left, the workers in the room all enthusiastically whispered among themselves.

"Did you see that?"

"Holy shit, man!"

"She just fisted her!"

"That MILF made her CUM!"

High fives and fist bumps were exchanged at the spectacle they had just observed and, of course, recorded. The HD security camera feed was checked, double checked, and triple checked to verify that the best view in the house was preserved. Eventually, construction resumed, and with it the not so gentle application of 'medicine' to Abby's aching body, direct from the source. This continued for several more hours until the work day finally wrapped up and the now spent (in all senses of the word) men started heading out to rest up before their return early the next day.

As the men were making their way out, Melissa quietly called up and made her way upstairs to check on Abby. As she ascended, the foreman stepped out of Abby's room and quietly closed the door behind him, gesturing Melissa back to the first floor. Once there, he let her know, "Abby is sound asleep already. I closed everything up for now, so no worries there. We'll be back first thing tomorrow."

This news was rewarded with a warm smile. "Thank you so much for everything you're doing for my daughter. You lovely gentlemen are really going above and beyond with dealing with her bratty behavior and helping her out with her medical issue. I can't thank you enough."

Grinning broadly, the foreman replied, "It's really no problem man. In this case, the work is its own reward. Abby may be troublesome, but she is a pleasure to handle."

After a few more pleasantries, the crew all left and Melissa went about settling herself down for the evening without another thought towards Abby. Had Melissa successfully made it into her daughter's bedroom, she would have found Abby fast asleep in the fetal position, her right hand stuffed between her legs, attempting to force itself entirely into the young girl's stretched vagina. Slumbering and dreaming, Abby was subconsciously attempting to recreate the harrowing, yet excruciatingly erotic sensations of the merciless probing fingers that had dominated her thoughts since Melissa provided her assistance in deepy applying the worker's cream. Only the unblinking eye of the HD camera was there to observe the vulgar squelching of her self-violation or the shaking and moaning that followed. Little of the ever-present fluid ran out of Abby when her hand finally extracted itself from her most intimate place, the majority being trapped deep within. Dreams of millions of mindless, rampaging invaders surrounding a single defenseless maiden followed, though Abby wouldn't have understood their significance in the event that she ever consciously recalled them.


Day 5, Tuesday:

Tuesday morning was eventful, but not unusual. In what was becoming a regular morning habit, Melissa found Abby tied face down over the top of her desk in the middle of the room during her morning check. Secured to the desk with leather straps and padded cuffs this time in place of nylon rope, Abby's legs were angled wide with her toes barely touching the floor and her ankles attached to the two front desk legs. Her hips were raised above her upper body by two pillows stuffed under her stomach causing her chest to squash against the polished wooden top and her head to hang off the other side where it was held in place by a U shaped pillow. With her arms folded over the opposite side of the desk and her wrists attached by straps to her ankle cuffs, it looked like she was bending over the desk in a contorted attempt to touch her toes. The blindfold, headphones, and ridiculous spreader gag were all still present, completing the look.

After the events of the last few days, Melissa barely spared Abby a glance on the way through the room other than to note that the medicine had once again been haphazardly applied, before leaning through the window to check on the status of the project. There were no important updates to discuss for the morning so, with a gentle pat on Abby's head that garnered a nervous jerk from the girl, Melissa headed back the way she had come from and left for work.

Upon returning home that evening, Melissa found that Abby had been flipped. Now her back was on the desk, still with the pillows under her midsection so her pelvis was raised above her chest, but everything else was the same. When Melissa was again asked to help apply the medicine for the 'pool ailing girl', she once again consented. This time, due to exhaustion from a long day of work and due to having already practiced the task the evening before, Melissa's touch was much rougher, aiming for efficiency and expediency rather than gentleness or decorum.

With a grim face of determination, Melissa started at Abby's head, smearing the gooey white slurry over Abby's exposed face rapidly, not caring that some was dripping down into the girl's hair or into her mouth. Hands nearly blurring and generating constant schlorping and squelching noises, she continued quickly working her way down Abby's torso but, as she was rubbing the medicine into Abby's breasts, an urgent loudening of Abby's moans brought a stark frown to her face. Reaching up, she lifted the right side of Abby's ear protectors and let it snap back behind Abby's ear. The moaning lessened but did not stop when Melissa did this, so she snapped, "Stop that, you wanton little harlot. This is a medical treatment, not fumbling in the back seat with some sinful boy you met at one of your whorish parties."

Garbled moaning quickly became shrieking when Melissa emphasized her words by pinching both of Abby's exposed and erect nipples forcefully, twisting, turning, and pulling the sensitive nubs, leading Abby to arch her back off the desk as best she could to relieve the pressure. Once Melissa was satisfied that her lesson had been received, she let go, allowing Abby's body to collapse back onto the desk, and chastised, "That's better. You're not supposed to get off on this, you tawdry little slut."

After staring at Abby for a few seconds to ensure that her daughter's deviant behavior had abated, Melissa slapped her hands back on Abby's stomach and resumed the rubbing and spreading process, intentionally removing all traces of kindness from the process. Once finished with Abby's stomach, sides, feet, and legs, Melissa again found herself reaching the dreaded pelvic region that had given her so much trouble the day before and gritted her teeth in preparation for diving in. As she leaned forward, however, a hand on her shoulder caused her to jump. Realizing that she had become so focused on the work that she had forgotten that there were other people in the room, Melissa calmed her nerves and turned around to find the foreman standing behind her holding a pair of items.

"I know you had trouble getting the medicine up inside Abby yesterday so I spoke to my doctor friend to see if he had any suggestions on how to make the process easier. He ended up giving me these."

In his left hand was a clear plastic speculum, similar to the ones that Melissa had had to suffer during the rare gynecologist visits that she had been forced to attend. In his right hand was a pink plastic rod, about three finger widths in diameter and about a hand and a half long, with a rounded tip on one end and several ridges for grip on the last few centimeters of the other. Holding the items out towards Melissa, he explained, "The speculum is to hold her open while the medicine is applied so it can get as deep as it needs to go. The other device is a vaginal applicator, used to ensure that medicine fully coats the inside of the vaginal canal."

Taking the speculum first, Melissa eyed it curiously. "I'm supposed to use both of these... instruments... on my daughter?"

"Only if you want her to get better quickly," was the immediate response.

Glancing back and forth between the embarrassing items and her bound daughter, the men could almost see the wheels turning in Melissa's mind as she tried to convince herself that this situation was perfectly normal and acceptable. In the end, she capitulated and said to no one in particular, "Well, if it has to be done, it has to be done."

With that statement, she once again turned all business and gestured for one of the workers to push the desk chair over towards her, holding up her goo-coated hands to show why she needed the help. Once it was in place, she seated herself and spun back towards Abby's widely spread legs while holding the speculum.

Staring at the well stretched vagina in front of her, Melissa commented dryly, "Normally, if one of these was going to be inserted into a woman, she'd have her legs UP in stirrups instead of tied down to the ground, but I guess you couldn't ask for Abby to be spread open any wider than she already is."

Thinking about how best to proceed, Melissa first rubbed the blades of the speculum up and down Abby's thighs to pick up some of the gooey white medicine as lubricant. At the first touch of the cold plastic, the artificially blind teen jumped and started squirming, so Melissa gave her a sharp spank on the side of the hip to subdue her. This had the opposite result of causing Abby to struggle even more so Melissa delivered several more spanks. Due to Abby's squirming, one of the stinging slaps accidentally landed on the side of the girl's pubic mound and, after the blow fell, Abby squealed loudly through her gag for several seconds before finally falling still, though her body was still trembling lightly.

Resuming her work, Melissa gathered more lubricant and then began to ease the closed speculum into Abby's vagina. Despite her posture and the amount of inserting she had been seeing over the last several days, this was still a large tool being forced into the slit of a (previously) inexperienced young woman and Melissa had to pull back the speculum and bare down on it several times to fully seat it. Silent around her, the captivated workers watch in awe the "treatment" in progress. As was standard now, several phones, as well as the HD security camera, were recording the event for posterity.

After the speculum was fully inserted, Melissa sat back a bit and started turning the dial to widen the blades and spread open Abby's vulnerable sex. The smell of several days' worth of dried carnal juices from the unbathed girl's well used hole assaulted Melissa's nostrils and began to fill the room, but she attributed the scent to the yeast infection and attempted to put it out of her mind. Twice, while opening the speculum wider, Abby started to moan out loud again and Melissa answered by delivering several more stinging spanks to the side of her public mound in order to quiet her down, shouting at Abby about her shameful, sluttish behavior.

Once the blades were at full spread, Melissa carefully gathered all of the excess medicine from Abby's hips, stomach, and thighs and made sure it all went down the channel formed by the speculum. Where at first the teen's small cervix had been plainly visible, now there was nothing but a murky pool of white liquid. Satisfied that the medicine was now safely deposited deep within her daughter's vaginal canal, Melissa unlocked the dial and slowly closed the blades of the speculum together again before slowly extracting the tool out of Abby with a squelching sound and a small ooze of white fluid.

Gathering herself before the literal final plunge, Melissa took a deep breath but had to pause, gagging slightly at the overpowering odor that was assaulting her. Mindfully taking shallow breaths, Melissa found herself at a loss as to where to place the now filthy speculum. The floor was carpeted and the desk still had papers on it, scattered around the girl. After a moment of looking for a spot without finding any good ones, she eventually sat the tool with a wet plop on Abby's flat stomach, causing the girl to jerk in surprise.


Looking back to the foreman, Melissa reluctantly accepted the "vaginal applicator" and weighed the rubber tool in her hand. "How am I supposed to use this one?"

The foreman grinned back at her and explained, "You just slowly insert it, a few centimeters at first, then pull it back, and then insert it a little further until it's all the way in. Make sure to move it all the way in and out a few times to make sure she's evenly covered inside and then you're done."

Hefting the applicator one last time, Melissa spun back to face Abby's oozing crotch. While it wasn't as wide as it had been with the speculum, Abyy's vagina was still gaping indecently, drawing another frown from Melissa. Deciding to plow ahead, she ran the tip of the tool up and down between Abby's labia a few times to lubricate it before positioning it for insertion. As Melissa started to gently ease the applicator inward, Abby let out another indecent moan and moved her hips up and towards the tool, prompting Melissa to have to stop and deliver another pair of stinging spanks to the side of her mound, yelling, "Stop that you little hussy!" With another shriek, Abby froze.

Satisfied, Melissa slowly pushed the tool deeper and then began to pull it back out again but, once again, Abby started moaning and bucking, so Melissa delivered several more spanks, increasing the forcefulness and aiming for a spot just above the teen's opening this time. Steaming now, she leaned towards Abby's head and shouted, "Stop it right now you little tramp!"

This cycle repeated several times with Melissa pulling the applicator almost all the way out and then delving in deeper, followed by Abby squirming and moaning, and then Melissa delivering harder and harder slaps to the area around the girl's exposed sex, each time screeching at Abby to stop getting turned on by her mother's provided medical treatment.

As the tool was finally reaching full insertion, Abby's body seemed to seize up, almost levitating off the desk as the muscles of her entire body all tensed and quavered accompanied by an unending stream of muted whimpers. Still holding the end of the applicator, Melissa could feel Abby's vaginal muscles squeezing down on the tool as Abby convulsed in a massive orgasm. The sight of her wanton daughter getting off due to her motherly ministrations left Melissa's blood boiling with wrath. Wrenching the applicator from Abby's clenching vagina, Melissa threw it down on top of the desk, smearing cloudy white fluid on several of Abby's already completed hand written essays and shrieked, "YOU FILTHY LITTLE SLUT!" In a frenzy, she pulled her hand behind her back and, with the full force of her body, slapped Abby directly on her slit. This only seemed to louden Abby's moans and make her clench harder leading Melissa to shout and strike again and again.

I'M

*SLAP*

TRYING

*SLAP*

TO

*SLAP*

HELP

*SLAP*

YOU

*SLAP*

NOT

*SLAP*

GET

*SLAP*

YOU

*SLAP*

OFF

*SLAP*

LIKE

*SLAP*

A

*SLAP*

TRASHY

*SLAP*

LITTLE

*SLAP*

WHORE!

*SLAP*

Exhausted and voice hoarse, Melissa finally staggered back, cradling her now very pink right hand to her chest while staring at Abby's finally still form. The tender flesh around the girl's mound had already begun to flush a rosy red and was beginning to swell slightly from the assault. For a time, Abby's gargled bleating and Melissa's heavy breathing were the only sounds audible in the room. While shaking her right hand out several times to restore normal blood flow, Melissa suddenly stood stock still for a moment as she remembered where she was and, more importantly, who else was in the room. Cringing sheepishly, she raised her eyes and looked around at all the shocked faces surrounding and staring at her.

For a moment, she stood frozen at the thought of the public spectacle she had just created. Now acutely aware of the fact that she was being observed, Melissa forced herself to straighten up and lowered her hands to her sides to adopt an air of normalcy. Forcing herself to speak in a neutral voice, as if she had just folded some laundry or made tea, she addressed the men in the room. "Well, that went a little differently than I expected it to, but, nevertheless, it is done." Not letting her eyes again stray towards Abby, sobbing over her desk, Melissa bent down and wiped her gooey hands on the already filthy bed sheets before walking briskly out of the room without saying another word.


The crew did not hear from Melissa again that night and they eventually all left without seeking her out. There had been many whispered conversations about what had occurred throughout the evening and the videos of the event were watched dozens of times over. Coming together in unspoken agreement, the men all left Abby alone after Melissa's "treatment", figuring the poor girl had had enough for one day. Ever unsatisfied, Abby's unshackled libido allowed her no such reprieve and her dreams were a tapestry woven of pain and pleasure. While her body experienced no more stimulation, even by her own hands, her mind was assaulted again and again by vivid memories of inescapable savage slapping and the most massive orgasm she had ever experienced; the feelings mixing and meshing together until she couldn't distinguish between the two.


Day 6, Wednesday:

Wednesday morning, Melissa was conspicuously absent from the second floor. In lieu of her usual morning check-in, she instead stopped in the driveway on the way to her car as she left for work and called up to the foreman on the roof. Their discussion was brief and she soon turned to leave but he called out to stop her.

"Mrs. Wellington... I know you've had some problems with your daughter's... un-ladylike behavior over the last few days so I spoke to a psychologist friend and he made some suggestions that might help to train her to..."


Unconsciously fondling her sore right hand, Melissa cut him off with a terse, "Yes, fine, whatever you need; you're in charge and have my full support," before retreating to her vehicle and driving away. The foreman was left standing on the roof grinning widely, mind awash with possibilities after having been given carte blanche to shape the captive teen's behavior as he saw fit.

During the work day, Melissa had plenty of time to rationalize and come to terms with her actions of the previous night. If Abby was going to respond to Melissa's offered medical assistance with nothing but perversion, it wasn't Melissa's fault if she had to respond by attempting to correct Abby's behavior. Perhaps if she had taken to spanking Abby more earlier in life then her daughter wouldn't have turned into the sinful girl that she currently was. It was Abby's fault that Melissa had been forced to go so far. More strict discipline was surely what was needed here, not less. By the time she arrived at home in the evening, Melissa had accepted that her actions the previous night had been entirely appropriate, perhaps even necessary, and was grimly prepared to face her daughter's depravity head on once again.

After announcing her return home and packing away her work things, Melissa headed up to Abby's room, readying herself to the challenge of addressing Abby's behavioral problems once again. After her experiences over the last several days, Melissa wasn't fazed at all when she found Abby folded in half over the back of her desk chair as if bending at the hips to touch her toes. Leather straps attached her ankles and legs securely to the legs of the chair, a belt fixed her hips to the back rest, and her arms were folded under and cuffed beneath the seat. Sparing Abby only a glance, Melissa walked briskly past her to the window to check in with the foreman. After receiving her evening status update on the construction, Melissa asked about Abby's status and was informed that Abby was in need of another deep medicinal application.

Surveying Abby's bound form, Melissa took in the vulgar tableau that the bound, naked girl was presenting. By now, the shiny new leather and chain bindings, as well as the full headgear, were all established presences. The copious amount of white medicinal cream dripping down the girl's back and sides, pouring from her gaping slit, and running in small rivers down her legs to pool at her feet was also normal. Seeing the sodden and stained state of the carpet below Abby's feet did cause Melissa a small stab of dismay, but she quickly wrote it off in her head as a necessary cost as part of the construction project. What struck Melissa as most remarkable this evening were the three new indignities that had been inflicted upon Abby at some point since the previous night.

First, Abby's perky C-cup breasts now sported gleaming metal clamps affixed to their sensitive nubs, each tied by a taut thin wire to one of Abby's big toes. This caused the girl to remain in constant stress between standing flat on her feet, or pinching and distending her poor nipples.

Second, a shiny studded jewel was all that could be seen where Abby's rectum had previously been visible implying that some sort of plug was now resting in her rear passage.

Third, Abby's backside, from the tops of her thighs, across her cheeks and mound, and up to her lower hip, sported a variety of minor welts and pink markings.

As shocking as the last few days had been, Melissa didn't bother to find outrage within herself at the new punishments inflicted on Abby; she merely looked questioningly at the foreman standing beside her for the explanation she knew would be forthcoming. For his part, the foreman seemed to have already anticipated the question and provided the answer without being asked.

"Ma'am, this is what you approved of this morning when I spoke to you on your way to your car. I know you've had some difficulties with your daughter displaying... inappropriate behavior, let's call it, while she is being treated or punished. I took the liberty of speaking to a Psychology doctor friend of mine and he prescribed some behavior modification devices for the girl."

Reaching down to the wire attached to Abby's right nipple clamp, he flicked it like a guitar string, drawing a muffled howl from Abby. "These tools are used to make sure the wearer doesn't get too comfortable. They can't really stand at ease with these on and so they are less likely to spent time thinking sexual thoughts as they constantly have to consider their posture. These also keep the wearer from struggling too much as any excess motion will cause further discomfort."

Tapping the jeweled hilt shining from the teen's behind, causing Abby to shake and howl further, he continued, "This tool makes it uncomfortable for the wearer to be provided stimulation. There is a tapered plug of metal attached to that jewel that sits uncomfortably wedged inside of the wearer's rectum. Think about it: would you be able to consider misbehaving if you had three inches of stainless steel rubbing uncomfortably in your bowels all day?"

Hearing this graphic description, Melissa involuntarily shuddered and thought to herself, "No, I don't think I would be able to think about anything else except that."

The foreman finished his presentation by gesturing to the bed where several implements were laid out. "These are, in order, a leather crop, a wooden switch, a wooden paddle, and a short braided leather whip. They are professional implements used for spanking, which we both know is an effective form of behavior modification. Whenever we think that Abby is getting out of line in her behavior, we pick one of the tools that seems appropriate and we apply corrective measures." To illustrate his point, he picked up the paddle and gave the still moaning Abby a quick smack on each butt cheek. After a quick yelp, the girl fell still and silent.

Thinking back on her thoughts on the need for corporal punishment during the day, Melissa nodded at the obvious effectiveness of the training tools and gave her approval. "Well, I'm impressed. You are a very well informed man. I'm glad you're around while my daughter is being such a pest. You have my full blessing to carry out this behavior modification as this Psychologist prescribes and I would appreciate you sending any notes or suggestions he has along to me in case I need to continue using them once the construction project is completed."

Rolling up her sleeves, Melissa glanced at the foreman. "We might as well get her medicine out of the way. Do you have those tools available from yesterday?"


Holding up one finger, he stepped to the supply pile in the corner of the room and unzipped a large canvas rucksack, extracting the speculum and applicator from within. Melissa accepted them with a brief smile of appreciation that they had already been cleaned, and then turned back to Abby to begin her treatment. Temporarily setting the items on the corner of the bed, she started by rubbing the cream into all of the areas of Abby's exposed skin except for her crotch. While spreading medicine on the girl's belly and breasts, Melissa was forced to push her daughter's chest away from the back of the chair, which stretched the wires attached to the teen's nipples, causing her to cry out in pain. Melissa just shrugged at this, and said, "Oh just deal with it," to nobody in particular.

Once satisfied that the exterior of Abby's body was taken care of, Melissa squatted behind her and, with little in the way of preparation, forced the speculum halfway into Abby's gaping vagina in one shove. Abby stiffened up, moaned, and briefly attempted to move at the sudden intrusion so Melissa paused and turned towards the foreman, saying, "A little help here?" When she pointedly looked from him to the pile of punitive tools on the bed, he got the message. Needing no further encouragement, he quickly snatched up the leather crop and delivered a sharp blow to the wiggling teenager's right butt cheek. At the sting of the impact, Abby stiffened up once again, shrieked through her gag, and then went suddenly very still, just as she had been taught to do by the men through the day.


Seeing that the new training regime was already paying dividends, Melissa nodded again and thanked the foreman for his assistance before bearing down and forcing the speculum the rest of the way into Abby's sloppy sex. While opening the dial on the device to part the blades, Abby let out another single moan before cutting herself off, but Melissa looked up to the foreman who delivered another pair of stinging smacks to the girl's perineum. Abby let out a garbled shriek when the first blow landed but stilled herself quickly after the second. Despite using all of her willpower to keep from moving, however, she could not prevent herself from trembling slightly.

After pausing to make sure that Abby was going to stay quiet and unmoving, Melissa finished opening the speculum without incident. Using her fingers, she once again gathered up what cream had not already run down Abby's legs to stain the carpet below and pushed it into her speculum stretched sex but a look of dismay crossed her face when she noticed how much of the medicine had already gone to waste on the floor below this time compared to the previous days. Once again, the foreman jumped in with a solution, rummaging further into the bag he had pulled the speculum and applicator out of and extracting a sealed mason jar filled with white fluid.

"All the guys on the crew pitched in and got your daughter another fresh batch of medicine so you're sure not to run out. The doc said that this way you can be sure to be extra liberal in its application." He handed the jar to Melissa with a wolfish grin.

The jar was curiously warm but the lid twisted off easily. Once opened, Melissa was immediately repelled back by the strong, musky odor of the contents. Under the watchful gaze of all the men present, she moved the jar over her daughter's widely spread vagina and tilted it, allowing a small dollop to ooze into Abby's hole. Seeing it sink to the bottom, she poured a little more and then a little more into the breach, until Abby was filled nearly to the brim before re-sealing the jar and setting it aside. With her fingers, Melissa once again gathered up the few stray drops that had squelched out and dripped them back with the rest of the liquid in Abby's hole. During the procedure, Abby twitched a few times at the strange sensations, but didn't act out enough to draw Melissa's ire.

Once she was done inserting the medicine, Melissa released the dial on the speculum and started to bring it closed but quickly realized that she had made a mistake. As the dial spun down and the walls of Abby's vagina came together, they squeezed out a veritable waterfall of the murky white liquid, the flood quickly streaking down the backs of Abby's legs and pooling under her feet and toes before sinking into the carpet. As Abby's feet wavered up and down slightly due to the tension cables attached to her nipple clamps, the soles of her feet and the gaps between her toes became inundated by the discharge.

Frowning again, Melissa muttered, "Well dammit," before looking up to the foreman, grinning sheepishly, adding, "Oops."

Watching the stain on the carpet slowly spread under Abby's feet, Melissa considered trying to clean up or contain this new mess but ultimately decided against it. Since the carpet was already damaged, and Abby was not likely to stop being a dripping, filthy mess before the construction was complete, there was no point in worrying about it now. Setting the jar on the bed, Melissa exchanged it for the vaginal applicator.

This time, Melissa simply bore down on the tool and shoved it as far into Abby's hole as it would go on the first plunge, causing a wet squelching sound and a second flood of medicine to pour out down Abby's legs. The sudden intrusion once again caused Abby to moan deeply and squirm but Melissa had only just started to turn her head to seek assistance from the foreman when he jumped in to strike Abby twice vertically, once on each side of her labia. This caused Abby to spasm, squeal, and jerk before her body fell slack. One more shove saw the applicator bottom out, widening the waterfall of goo, coating Abby's legs and feet further.

Now familiar with the process, Melissa pulled the applicator out almost all the way and then shoved all the way back in with a single stroke. This once again caused Abby to moan deeply, which once again prompted several strikes by the crop to the sides of her vulnerable mound. This process repeated several times until Melissa was sure that the medicine was properly distributed. Each time Abby moaned, was struck, shuddered, squealed, and stilled.

Breathing heavily herself, Melissa finally pulled the applicator all the way out of Abby's swollen and gaping sex. Holding her breath, Melissa leaned down to peer inside and was surprised to see almost no liquid remained inside Abby's vaginal canal. "Hmm, must have soaked in during the procedure," she thought to herself, standing up. Nodding at a job well done, Melissa held the applicator out in the foreman's direction, prompting him to take the dripping tool gingerly between his thumb and forefinger before quickly depositing it on the bed. Melissa noted that this further stained Abby's bed sheets but figured they were probably a total loss anyway at this point and so she said nothing.

Examining her work, Melissa stood with her hands on her hips, now inured to the presence of the sticky white fluid everywhere and unconcerned that it might get on her already spattered clothes. After assuring herself that there was no more to be done, she asked the foreman, "Is there anything else you need from me today?" When he replied with a shake of his head, Melissa clapped her hands together delivering a light splattering of cream to the surrounding area and stated,"Excellent," before leaving the room.


Knowing that Abby was in good hands, Melissa didn't bother to visit her room again that evening. This did not mean that Abby was lonely, however, as she was kept constant company by the workers as they "took care of her" throughout the evening. The applicator that Melissa had used was not even among the last half a dozen tools to help spread the medicine deep inside Abby by the end of the evening as the diligent workers helped to keep her vagina and womb as filled as possible. Luckily for Abby, despite the constant parade of new visitors to her inner sanctum, she had not yet released her own visitor to the area, and would not do so for several days to come.

Orgasming repeatedly while being whipped was the theme for her dreams and her sleeping fingers found their way to tracing the red marks on her skin before moving on to her well medicated hole to pleasure her one more time for the night. Lessons taught during the day with whips and paddles and continual use sank deep, both in the skin and the subconscious.


Day 7, Thursday:

Thursday was a busy day and Melissa paid her first visit to Abby's room later in the morning than she had on previous days. After her now standard yell of warning, she came into the room with a grim look and a reserved air.

Still blinded, deafened, and dumbed, Abby was now sitting on her butt in her desk chair with her back to the backrest as she usually would, but her circumstances were far from normal. Instead of her feet resting on the ground, or even hanging off the front of the seat, her straight legs were were both lifted up and out forming a wide V, unsupported by any bindings other than a pair of skinny wires running from her big toes to a brand new pair of nipple clamps with alligator teeth. To keep her from sliding down in the seat, her arms were cuffed together behind the chair back and a number of leather straps circled her body just below her breasts, both holding her torso stiffly in place and forcing her ample chest up and out. Abby's hips were scooted to the front of the seat so that her sex was hovering just barely over open air, a copious amount of white liquid running in a stream running down her crack onto the chair and then to the floor below. Despite being just before noon, a large puddle was already present.

Kneeling in front of Abby, Melissa peered into her cavernous sex. A glitter from below showed that the anal plug was still in place. "That must be terribly uncomfortable to be forced to sit with all your weight on. I bet it's doubly effective at hindering her arousal today," Melissa thought idly to herself.

The plug, however, was not what had drawn Melissa's up-close attention to Abby's crotch. Yet another new accessory had been added as of this morning: Abby's engorged clitoris was now surrounded by a bright metal ring which forced the sensitive nub to jut out like a nipple. Curious, Melissa reached out a hand to flick the ring but had to step back quickly when Abby nearly jumped out of her seat in response despite her bindings. Nodding at the new tool's evident effectiveness, Melissa didn't bother asking about it.

With a sigh, Melissa stood and shook her head at Abby's ridiculous display one last time, muttering to herself, "Well, no sense putting off getting the bad news any longer."

Stepping to the window, Melissa eyed the bare wood and plasterboard still plainly visible from partially completed addition and nodded to herself in acceptance before calling the foreman over.

"I'll cut right to the chase. Our flight to Hawaii leaves tonight at 10 PM. Do you think the work out here will be wrapped up before we have to leave for the airport at 8?"

Bowing his head in contrition, the foreman shook his head. "Sorry ma'am. We've had to spend so much time seeing to your daughter's needs over the last few days that we're a bit behind on scheduling and we probably have two or three more days to go before we wrap this job up. We are, of course, willing to stay and complete the work at no additional charge, and we'll even throw in a twenty percent discount to make up for the trouble, but we're going to need to be here a little while longer."

With a nod and a scowl, Melissa accepted the update. Based on the progress reports she had been receiving, she had been expecting this for a few days now, but had been hoping against hope that Abby would shape up and that the construction would get back on plan somehow. Damn Abby and her sinful nature! Why did she have to turn this entire project into a circus? Couldn't she behave for a single week, even with the promise of two weeks at an island resort promised as reward? Well, it wasn't Melissa's problem any longer. The carrot had been rejected. It was time for the stick.

Several angry strides carried Melissa to Abby's side where she whipped the ear protectors sharply off her daughter's ears before tossing them down on the bed. Shocked at the sudden movement, Abby attempted to swivel her head around to discover who was near her but found herself still unable to move due to her bindings. Indecipherable gibberish all that escaped her ring gag as she attempted to speak in vain.

Leaning down so her face was only inches from Abby's, Melssa spoke with contempt. "Abby, what was the one thing I asked from you this week? The one thing I told you not to do? Hmm?" Melissa paused as Abby impotently attempted to speak, succeeding at nothing more than drooling on herself. Scowl deepening, Melissa answered herself. "I told you not to delay this construction project with your foolish behavior. I made one simple request of you and you still couldn't even find it within yourself to deliver."

Voice raising in volume in pitch as she spoke, Melissa continued. "Well, the construction isn't going to be done on time and it's your foolish fault. What do you think about that?" Without waiting for a reply, she raged on, pulling a rectangle of paper out of her pocket. "I warned you that your actions would have consequences and I meant it, you little harlot!" Melissa reached out to wipe the paper up and down Abby's face, smearing it in the viscous white goop there, as Abby tried to flinch away.

"This is your plane ticket to Hawaii, Abby. Do you feel that?" Pulling the ticket back, Melissa grabbed it with both hands before tearing it loudly down the middle, doubling it up and tearing it again, and then again. With each crisp ripping sound, the bound girl winced. With a toss, the shredded scraps began to rain down like confetti over Abby's slime covered skin, sticking in many places as Abby tried to choke back dry sobs.

"You can kiss your vacation goodbye, tramp! I'm giving the construction crew your key and they are going to supervise you until they are done. They have my full authority to take care of you in whatever manner they see fit! I hope your little exhibitionist adventure was worth it, you little slut. I'm going to go pack now and you won't hear from me again until I get back in two weeks!"

Having finished her tirade, Melissa grabbed the ear coverings from the bed, jammed them back down over the dazed teenager's ears haphazardly, and then stormed out of the room. The construction workers, both inside and outside, started to give each other high fives and whisper ideas for their coming time alone with the girl. The foreman especially received many pats on the back at the results of his well-executed plan.

True to her word, Melissa was scarce the rest of the day and left the house that evening without again setting eyes on Abby. After a brief talk with the foreman in the living room, she left a note with her cell phone number and Abby's house key sitting on it at the bottom of the stairs and then headed out to enjoy two weeks in paradise without her brat of a daughter.

Abby's father, Tom, was disappointed by Abby's absence in Hawaii, but, as a military officer, he understood the need for stern discipline in a young person's life. During the vacation, Melissa sometimes thought of Abby, but most of those moments ended up with her scowling and then shaking her head before forcing herself to think about Mai Tais and hula dancing instead. During the course of their vacation, Melissa and Tom enjoyed countless hours of idyllic solitude and peace on the white sandy beaches of their island paradise and time passed quickly for them, as it does when things are good. Abby's experience at home during the same period could not have been more different.


Day 23, Saturday:

Melissa returned from vacation feeling relaxed and happy, as if floating on a cloud. The last two weeks had been her first chance to see her husband in the flesh in many months and the single love-making session that she had allowed during the trip would satisfy her needs for months to come. Those three minutes would burn brightly in her mind, leading her to blush time and time again over the coming days.

When the taxi dropped her off in her driveway, she was greeted by the sight of the freshly painted new add-on room over the garage and beamed in delight. Stopping below and looking at her prize winning garden, she was happy to note that not a single stem or branch had been disturbed by the construction efforts above.

Humming an island tune as she opened the front door, Melissa expected to be met by her ever grumpy daughter but was surprised to find the house quiet. After calling out several times but receiving no response, Melissa started to get angry. Had Abby left the house despite her grounding? Fuming at the idea, Melissa marched up the stairs and threw open the door of her daughter's bedroom. The sight that greeted her drained the anger from her body and the breath from her throat.

Abby was once again tied on her bed, but this pose was different from the rest. A mix of leather straps and cords held her essentially upside down against her headboard, her head and shoulders mashed on the filthy, stained mattress below and legs spread wide, yawning in large Y towards the tops of her bedposts. Approaching the bed, Melissa had to clamp her right hand over her mouth to stifle a scream. The nipple and clittoris clamps were gone but, in their place, were permanent hoop piercings that appeared to be welded shut. The spreader gag was still in place and Melissa could see a tongue stud had been added as well. The blindfold and headphones were gone, leaving Abby to stare up at her mother with pleading eyes. The indignities didn't end there, however.

Abby's chest was covered in vulgar tattoos. 'Milk' and 'Maker' were permanently etched under her breasts, and 'Fertile Young Cunt' was scripted in an arc over her mound with an arrow pointing towards her gaping vagina. A large, yellow "Under Construction" sign had been tattooed centered on her belly button with images of fetuses in four different shades between jet black and light pink next to a question mark contained within. Scrawled up and down her thighs was "Fuck Me" on one side and "Breed Me" on the other. Distended and raw, her vagina was spread almost as wide as it had been when the speculum had been inserted, only this time without any outside assistance. Sticking out of white goo filled hole was a short plastic stick. With shaking hands, Melissa extracted it and looked at the display. The small LED screen on the test displayed a single word: pregnant.

After a long moment of staring at the offending display, Melissa noticed that there was a note sitting next to Abby's head, folded neatly with Abby's key sitting on top. Numbly dropping the test on the floor, Melissa picked up the note and began to read it.

****

"Dear Miss Wellington,

Thank you for the use of your lovely home and daughter over the last few weeks. We made sure to keep Abby company the entire time you were gone and only left a few hours before you will be reading this note. Don't worry though, we won't charge you any daycare fees. We're making plenty of money from selling the pictures and videos we took of her at abbytheconstructionslut dot com.

I know my men and I stayed a little longer than we said we would, but you know what they say: Time flies when you're having fun. I'm sure your daughter would agree. We also appreciate the fact that you loaned her to us while she was ovulating. There's nothing like fucking a fertile pussy to get a fellow off. We made sure to keep her nice and full of potent cum, just like when you helped us shove it up inside her during your "treatments". Even when we all got tired, you could see it in her eyes: she wanted more. By the end, when we would set her free, she was practically begging for it. You raised an insatiable girl and you should be proud.

Just in case you decide you want to try to call the authorities, we've got plenty of film and photos of you pounding your daughter's pussy with that dildo in front of a group of strange men that we could add to the website. That was awesome by the way, but technically counts as incest and the feds don't look so kindly on that. I'm sure your church group wouldn't approve either.

Anyway, enjoy your new addition, I'm sure Abby will enjoy hers in nine months too. We won't be seeing you around.

Gratefully,

The crew"

****

With every line, Melissa became more and more angry, both at her own humiliation in having been taken advantage of, and at Abby, for causing the entire scenario with her constant misbehavior. Crumpling the letter into a ball, she threw it to the floor and stomped over to Abby's desk to pull out a pair of pink handled scissors. It took several minutes of silent, angry hacking to sever the ties holding Abby to the bed. First, her legs flopped free, and then her arms. As soon as her hands were free, Abby reached up to her face to pull the terrible wire gag out of her mouth, but Melissa slapped her hard and continued cutting the rest of the bindings until none were left intact.

Once all of Abby's bonds had been cut, Melissa tossed the scissors aside and said sharply, "UP," standing back with her arms folded severely across her chest. Able to move freely while awake for the first time in ages, Abby pushed herself to the edge of the bed and lowered her shaky legs to the floor, unleashing a torrent of cum to flow down the wooden bed frame. As soon as Abby stood, despite wobbling heavily, Melissa roughly grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her towards the door.

With continued shoves, Abby was thrust out into the hall and then prodded down the stairs into the entry hall. Once there, Melissa grabbed Abby by the hair and spun her around until they were face to face. Voice dripping with venom, Melissa hissed, "I did my best with you for eighteen years. For eighteen years I tried to instill in you one ounce of sense, one shred of dignity, or one tiny thread of moral fiber, but I obviously failed. You can't paint a masterpiece if your canvas is mud, and you are filthier than mud, you little slut."

Spinning Abby to look at the full length mirror mounted on the entryway closet door, Melissa raged on without mercy. "Look at yourself, you disgusting little pervert. Who could ever love this? You led those men on and you let them ruin you entirely." Stepping in front of Abby, Melissa grabbed the girl's chin and forced her tear stained eyes up to meet her own. "Hear my words, harlot. You are no daughter of mine. Not anymore. Do you understand that? Get out and don't even try to ask to come back. You're not welcome here."

With that, Melissa wrenched open the front door and shoved the shocked teenager out wearing the remnants of her cut bindings and nothing else. A shout of, "Don't come back, slut," was the last thing Abby heard before the door slammed shut behind her with finality.


Following her first instinct to cover up, Abby crouched on the side of the porch behind a decorative bush for a moment as she unstrapped and pulled the metal gag from her mouth. After a few yawning motions to stretch her jaw, she then worked the knots on the remnants of the nylon cords still tied to her wrist and ankles and dropped them in a pile at her feet. A brief moment of panic over the fact that she had just littered in her mother's prized garden was followed by an unexpected barking laugh. Why did she care about that any more? "Fuck Melissa and fuck her shitty garden," Abby whispered to herself, kicking the rope scraps to scatter them among the plants.

In fact, Abby realized, hiding herself from the eyes of the world was exactly what her shrew of a mother would want her to do, so Abby forced herself to stand up tall and strode out into the middle of the front yard. Turning back to the house, she held both hands above her head, middle fingers extended, and yelled, "Fuck you, you judgmental cunt! If you cared half as much about me as you did your goddamned Azaleas I wouldn't have gotten tied up and used as a fucking sex slave for the last three fucking weeks!"

Brimming with anger, Abby strode back to the garden before squatting down and grabbing a flowering shrub with both hands. With a grunt that expelled another glob of semen from her vagina, she used all the strength she had to rip it out of the ground and threw it up at the side of the shiny new addition, spattering dirt everywhere and landing on top of the jutting garage roof in a pathetic heap. Screaming as she did so, another bush followed, and then another before Abby stood, dirtied and panting.

After a moment, she flicked off the house one more time and kicked a large clod of dirt at the front door before turning away. As she did so, she noticed several nosy neighbors peeking from their house or stepping outside to look curiously in her direction to find out what the commotion was about. Thrusting her tits out at them, she shook her chest and shouted, "OOGA BOOGA," grinning widely at their shocked faces.

Turning away from the onlookers, she glanced up and down the block, spotting the bright red sports car with tinted windows parked several houses away, exactly where she expected it to be. As she approached, the passenger side window rolled down and a familiar voice from inside crooned, "I told you she wasn't going to understand who you really are."

With a smirk, Abby replied, "You mean who you made me." Pulling open the door in front of her, she carefully eased her sore body into the waiting seat, which had already been covered with a towel to catch her drippings. Sinking back into the seat, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to relax for the first time in days.

"I didn't make anything. We just helped you find out who you were all along. Melissa was the one that rejected you. We accept you. You knew this was coming."

Opening her eyes, Abby looked at the driver, and replied, "Yeah, but I had to hear it from the uptight cunt's mouth anyway. Dad was never around and Melissa was a shitty mother. She only wanted to raise me like a damn doll for her to dress up and play with and she always resented that I didn't conform to her stupid churchy worldview. I can't remember the last time she told me she loved me. She can go fuck herself, for all I care. I never want to see that bitch again."

The foreman glanced back at her as he eased the car away from the curb. "You don't need to worry about her anymore. The crew is your family now."

Abby smiled playfully and reached out to pat his crotch. "Family, Jake? But then, wouldn't that mean that letting you fuck me would be incest? I thought your letter said that incest was illegal or something!"

Jake chuckled at this as he drove. As they moved down the street and away from her old life, Abby reflected on the events of the past three weeks. How embarrassment had faded into agony, how agony had given way to pleasure, and how pleasure had set her free. At the start of it all, she would have given anything to end what was happening to her but now? Now, she wouldn't trade it for the world.

Looking lustily at Jake as he concentrated on the road, she reached over to show her appreciation for all he had done for her... and to her. Pulling down the zipper on his pants and fishing out his cock, she teased, "I hope you're into fucking tied up pregnant girls." The jerk of his cock was all the answer she needed as she took him into her mouth and the car drove off into the sunset.

End