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The Lovable Ladies of Libido Lane
(C) by Erotin Thraller
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Chapter 05 - Leeza's Hair

Leeza was bored.  She wished she had a job so she could get away 
from the house and meet people.  Instead, she was stuck here at 
home, at 97225 Libido Lane.  Not that she was ashamed of where 
she lived.  Hers was a really nice, middle-class neighborhood.  
But during the day it was like a ghost town.  Everyone else, it 
seemed, was gone somewhere ...she knew not where, maybe to a job, 
or shopping.  She had tried to get acquainted with her neighbors, 
but they all seemed preoccupied with their routines, and even 
though she and her husband had lived in this nice, middle-class 
suburb since spring, they had had not really become acquainted 
with any of the other residents, at last no more than to wave as 
they pulled into their driveways and then disappeared into their 
garages.  Most of them appeared to be young couples like 
themselves, but those wives worked.  At least that's so it 
appeared to Leeza.  Whatever youth and children there may have 
been apparently went to summer camp.  If there were any really 
small children, Leeza decided, they went to day care, because the 
neighborhood was quiet and quite empty all throughout the day.  
What was worse, since she and Mike had only one car, Leeza was 
grounded, left alone to cope with her loneliness and boredom, day 
after day.

She and Mike had been married a little more than a year.  They 
had moved to Libido Lane as soon as he finished graduate school, 
and now he was working long hours to become established in his 
new job.  At first, Leeza had complained about being alone so 
much ...telling Mike she needed a project to work on or perhaps a 
cause she could champion, even a place she could volunteer her 
time for a worthwhile service.  Instead, Mike insisted he wanted 
her to fix up the house and make it comfortable for the two of 
them.  He claimed to have so little time to spend with her that 
he didn't want to be bothered with household chores while he was 
home.  "Besides," he said, "I make good money, so you don't have 
to work."  

Actually, theirs was a good marriage.  At least, this first year 
had been very good.  In many ways, they were still on their 
honeymoon, and they slept in each other's arms nearly every 
night.  She enjoyed his tall, lean body, and thrilled at being 
able to arouse him by simply smiling at him.  And she did that 
often, because she had found herself to be almost insatiable 
sexually, which had come as a complete surprise to her.  Mike was 
her first lover, and she was proud of the fact that she had been 
a virgin on their wedding night.  After that first awkward night, 
Mike turned out to be a very good lover, and sex became something 
she anticipated.  Eagerly.  Often.  Even so, there were times she 
allowed questions to haunt her mind as she wondered how he might 
compare with other men.

Leeza shook those thoughts from her mind as she finished her 
second cup of coffee, rinsed the cup and left it by the sink.  
She sorted the pages of the morning newspaper, arranging them in 
order and then re-folded them for Mike to read when he arrived 
home that evening.  Then she went upstairs to get dressed.  It 
was a task she did not enjoy, mostly because she had no idea what 
she would do all day.  Since she didn't know what to do, how did 
she know what to wear?

On television the previous night, the weatherman had predicted 
today would be another of those hot, sultry days when the 
humidity matched the temperature, and it would do little good to 
sweat because there would be no breeze.  He was correct, Leeza 
decided, because perspiration was already forming on her forehead 
and was running down her nose.  All that, she thought, from just 
folding the newspaper?  I wish those men from the air-conditioner 
company would come back and finish their repairs.  No one ought 
to have to live in this climate without air-conditioning.

She stood in the shower much longer than usual, simply because 
the spray felt so good.  Afterward, as she patted herself dry and 
buffed her skin with the towel, she took stock of herself in the 
mirror.  Not bad, she thought as she considered her full breasts.  
Not a bit of sag up there, she said proudly to herself, squaring 
her shoulders to bring out the best in her breasts.  Her skin 
glowed slightly pink from the brisk rub-down she had given it 
with the towel.  She picked up the brush and began to work the 
snarls from her long hair, which was indeed quite long.  That was 
the part of her body she enjoyed most, for her hair had not been 
cut since she was a toddler.  Back then, each time her mother had 
cut it, Leeza had cried so much that eventually they never cut it 
again.  Now it was long, very long.  When it was brushed out, it 
cascaded all the way down her back, extending more than twelve 
inches below her nicely-rounded bottom.  

With her hair reaching almost to her knees, she knew it would 
take awhile to dry on its own, but Leeza decided the day was far 
too hot to run the blow-dryer.  Instead, she brushed out her 
hair, and then on a whim she sat on the edge of the bathroom 
cabinet and wove it into a single braid.  At the back of her 
neck, where she began, her plait of hair was a full three inches 
across.  By the time she had braided the last few strands, she 
was perspiring heavily.  She wiped her naked body again with the 
towel, then fluffed up her thatch of auburn pubic hair, which 
matched the rest of her hair.  Sorry, but you're not long enough 
to braid, she laughed.

Now what to wear?  It was too hot for sweats.  A bikini would be 
nice, she thought, but that seemed somehow inappropriate in the 
neighborhood, even though she would probably not see anyone the 
entire day, and without air conditioning it was certainly going 
to be too hot to remain indoors.  She reconsidered the bikini, 
since there would likely be nobody in the neighborhood to see her 
if she did wander around outside in the yard, but she opted 
instead for a light summer dress.  It had low neck and a full 
skirt.  For a moment she rummaged through the drawer, looking for 
appropriate bra and panties she could wear with the dress, then 
decided the fabric of the dress was sufficiently opaque that she 
really didn't need any underwear.  At least that will help me 
cope with the heat, she thought, and no one's going to be around 
to know, anyway.

With that daring decision made, she pulled the dress over her 
nude body, extracted the long auburn pigtail through the 
neckline, then tossed her head so that it flipped out down her 
back.  The freshly laundered dress was refreshingly cool against 
her bare skin, and she felt her nipples harden from the contact.  
Careful, kid, she said to herself.  Don't get all worked up now.  
It's a long time before Mike comes home.

Downstairs, the heat was already oppressive.  There was no point 
in opening the windows, because there would be no breeze.  
Besides, the house was built with windows which did not easily 
open.  There was no need, because the air conditioner was 
supposed to handle the temperature and humidity, which were both 
out of control, with it broken.  Leeza was miserable.

When she opened the refrigerator to get her morning yogurt, the 
cool air felt so very refreshing, but she knew she dare not 
simply stand there, tempting as that was.  Instead, she chose a 
small cup of fruit-flavored yogurt and took it out on the back 
patio.  There she sat in one of the chairs in the shade of the 
elm tree.  In spite of the weatherman's prediction, there was a 
very slight breeze, so she pulled her skirt up high enough to let 
the air circulate around her legs.  It felt so good.  And there 
was no one near to bother her.

Looking around, Leeza realized there had been a light rain during 
the night.  Okay, that's why it's so muggy today, she said to 
herself.  The patio was littered with small leaves, which the 
rain had brought down from the elm.  That's something I can do, 
she decided.  So she finished eating her yogurt, then retrieved 
the push broom from garage and swept the leaves into a pile.  The 
exertion produced more perspiration, but being up and moving 
around seemed certainly more comfortable than just sitting.  

As she started to put the broom away, she glanced up and saw 
several small tree limbs had fallen on to the roof.  It's not all 
that high, she thought.  And Mike keeps saying he hopes I will 
keep the place looking nice.  Indeed, this part of the house 
which included the garage was only one story high.  And when she 
returned the broom to the garage, she saw the ladder ...one of 
those new, light-weight fiberglass ladders which Mike had 
purchased when they moved in.  "We'll need something to climb on 
to hang pictures," he had said.  

I can handle that ladder, Leeza thought.  It's light-weight 
enough for me to carry.  Indeed, she was able to move the ladder 
out the side door of the garage and set it up on the patio.  As 
she climbed the steps, she realized that even if she stood high 
up on the ladder, she would not be able to reach the fallen 
branches.  Then she remembered the broom, and sure enough with it 
she could reach far enough to drag the fallen limbs down off the 
roof.  To do so, however, she had to stand high up on the ladder, 
almost on the top step.  She felt rather precarious up there, but 
there were only a couple of branches.  They would take only a 
moment.  She stretched, trying to reach the last branch, and as 
she did a slight breeze fanned her dress.  Her full skirt 
ballooned out and up.  The air felt good against her exposed 
skin, and she congratulated herself on having opted to leave her 
underwear in the drawer.

She held steady on the ladder, and after a few moments the breeze 
died down and, along with it, the billow in her skirt.  She 
climbed down to put the ladder away.  Then, as an after-thought, 
she decided to check the front of the house.  Sure enough, there 
were a couple of small branches which had fallen on the front 
slope of the garage roof, almost directly over the big car door, 
which remained closed.  I might as well get them while I'm at it, 
she decided.  So she carried the ladder and broom around to the 
front of the house and set up the ladder in the driveway.  It 
took only a few minutes to drag the branches down with the broom, 
all except one which was so far up on the roof that she couldn't 
reach it.  

That's when she decided to turn the ladder sideways to the house.  
The fact that one leg rocked a bit on a seam in the concrete 
didn't concern her, and she quickly climbed the ladder.  I'm 
getting to be good at this, she told herself as, once more, she 
stood high up on the ladder and stretched as far as she could 
with the broom, reaching for the limb.  

Another little breeze came, caught her dress and billowed her 
skirt high up behind her.  The swirl of air around her bare 
bottom surprised her so much that she dropped the broom.  It lay 
on the roof, barely within her reach.  Without thinking, she took 
another step up the ladder, once again standing on the next to 
the top step.  Then she stretched across the roof, reaching for 
the broom.  That's when another breeze came, this one 
considerably stronger and more brisk, so much that it whipped her 
full skirt all the way up above her waist, fully exposing her 
bare bottom.  Instinctively, she grabbed at her skirt.  Her 
sudden movement tipped the ladder.  And in that same moment, the 
breeze strengthened and lifted her skirt completely over her 
head.  There it caught on a protruding brace to which the rain 
gutter was fastened.  The tilted ladder fell.  So did Leeza.  

Momentarily, she caught hold of the gutter, but her grip was not 
strong enough.  She slipped loose.  Her dress, which was still 
snagged high up on the rain spout, slowed her fall, preventing 
her from being injured, but when she stopped falling, her toes 
were barely touching the ground.  She was actually hanging by her 
dress.  

Leeza's first thought was gratitude, as she recalled how a friend 
of hers had once fallen from a roof into the window well, and it 
was the third day before anyone found her and took her to the 
hospital.  Leeza's feeling of gratitude quickly dissolved, 
however, when she realized that she was trapped by the very dress 
which had saved her from a very nasty fall.
 
If the dress had been made of flimsier fabric, it would have torn 
free, but Leeza had selected this particular dress because the 
material was substantially strong enough that she could wear it 
without underwear.  The dress did not tear.  Instead, it held, 
firmly snagged high above her head.  The entire dress, in fact, 
was pulled up, with Leeza's head exposed only through the large 
neck opening.  Her arms, however, were trapped in the sleeves and 
were held up high over her head amidst the tangled folds of the 
dress.  She might have been able to work them free, except that 
her giant braid of hair was twisted together with the fabric of 
her dress.  Her braid of hair blended with the folds of her dress 
until the combination formed a tight bond from which she could 
not escape.  In fact, her braided hair forced her head to tilt 
forward so that she could only look down.  All she could see were 
her bared breasts, their rosy-tipped nipples standing out hard in 
the morning sunshine.  And below that shown her fluff of auburn 
pubic hair, likewise highlighted by the sun.

She tried again and again to slip her arms free from the dress, 
but they were bound too tightly by the combined strength of the 
fabric and her rope-like braid of hair.  Defiantly, she kicked 
toward the ladder, thinking it might allow her to step up higher, 
anything to relieve some of the pressure on her arms, but the 
ladder had fallen just beyond the reach of her extended toe.  
Stubbornly, she pulled at the twist of fabric and hair which 
pinned her arms above her head, but she could not work loose.

Eventually, she realized she was indeed trapped.  Totally 
exposed.  Naked.  Standing on the driveway in front of her house, 
right out in front of the garage door, not thirty feet from the 
sidewalk or anyone passing by, and there was not a thing she 
could do to free herself.

In a perfect world, a kind and helpful neighbor lady from down 
the street would have come by, perhaps walking her dog.  She 
would see Leeza's predicament and free her without any excess 
embarrassment.  This is not a perfect world.

In an ideal story, the way little girls dream it might be, 
Leeza's knight in shining armor would arrive on a prancing 
stallion, sweep her up in his cloak, and the two would ride away 
into the sunset ...or at least back inside for a glass of iced tea.  
This is not that kind of story.

In the romantic world of Leeza's hopes, Mike would sense 
something was wrong when he called the house and nobody answered.  
Then he would hurry home and free his wife from her desperate 
situation.  But few things in this world are that romantic.  Or 
that practical.

Instead, things don't always work out the way we might like.  
Especially for Leeza.  She was able to work her hair and dress 
free only enough to raise her head a little bit, enough that she 
no longer had to look down all the time.  Tipping her head 
slightly upward and looking up from under her eyebrows, she could 
see the sidewalk.  And the street.  That was all.  There was no 
one anywhere.  Well, she thought, if I can't see anyone, then at 
least no one can see me.  Hopefully, Mike will not be late.  Can 
I last here that long?
 
Time passed.  She was not sure how much time.  Already her arms 
were aching.  Her neck was developing a cramp.  Eventually, she 
heard whistling.  Then footsteps.  When he came into view, 
walking down the sidewalk, she saw it was a young boy, maybe 
eight or nine.  He saw Leeza about the same time she saw him.  He 
paused, obviously surprised.  And intrigued.  Curious.  So he 
came up the driveway for a closer look.

"What'cha doin there, lady?" he asked, apparently not so much 
concerned about her nudity as the fact that she was standing with 
her hands high above her head.

"I'm caught here," she explained, "and I can't get down."

"Oh," the boy replied, as if that was the answer to the entire 
mystery.

"Will you help me get down?" she asked.

"How'd you get caught that way, anyhow?" he asked.  

"I slipped off the ladder."

"Ladders are dangerous.  That's what my mother says.  I'm not 
allowed to play with them," the boy said sympathetically.  Then 
he added with a grin, "Really, you can't get loose?"

"I tried, but, no.  I can't."

He grinned, then came closer.  "Then I guess you won't mind if I 
touch you, will you?"

"Touch me?" she asked nervously.  "What do you mean?"

"Well, I ain't never seen a lady up close, I mean a lady with no 
clothes on, like you."

"But you're just a little boy.  You shouldn't have ideas like 
that," Leeza said softly.  She wanted to complain, to argue with 
him, but she knew he was her best hope for getting free, so she 
tried to be friendly with him. 

"So?" the lad replied.  "I may be little, but I'm still curious."  
He reached up and pressed his fingers against her breast.  "Gee, 
you're nice and soft."

"Please don't do that," she pleaded.  "Can't you see I'm 
trapped?"

"Would you let me touch you like that if you weren't caught?"

"Of course not," she snapped, then regretted having been so sharp 
with him.

"See!" he grinned.  "That's why I have to do it now, while I 
can."  He reached up with both hands and pinched her nipples with 
his fingers.

"Ouch," Leeza complained.  "Don't do that."

"How you going to stop me?" he asked.  He ran his hand down her 
stomach, momentarily poking a finger in her navel.  Then he 
turned his attention farther down, and he curled his fingers in 
her flaming red pubic hair.  "You got a lot of hair down here, 
lady.  Doesn't it get in the way when you put your pants on?"  

Leeza remained silent, unsure what to say.  She caught her breath 
when she realized his fingers had moved between her legs, and he 
was exploring the private folds, separating them, and reaching up 
inside her.  "Quit that!" she demanded, while in her mind she was 
already wondering ...and dreading ...whatever he might try to do 
next.

Her thoughts were interrupted by what sounded like a truck.  The 
boy ducked out of sight, and she heard him running back between 
the houses.  Then she saw a van pull up and park in front of the 
house across the street.
 
Two men climbed out.  One went to the door of the neighbor's 
house.  She was certain the single woman who lived there was not 
at home, so she wondered what these men wanted.  To her surprise, 
it took the men only a moment until they had the door open and 
both went in.  Burglars, she thought.  Indeed, she was correct, 
for a few minutes later the two men emerged carrying a computer 
and a television, which they deposited in the van.  She watched 
as they started to climb back in the van, but then one of the men 
saw her.

"Well, look what we have over there," the man laughed.

"Over where?" the other man asked, his head appearing over the 
top of the van.  It took only a moment until his eyes focused on 
her.  "Oh, wow!" he exclaimed.  "Is she for real?"

"I'm sure gonna find out," the first man exclaimed as he headed 
across the street.  Leeza shuddered as he approached.  He wore a 
floppy straw hat and in bib overalls without any shirt.  His arms 
appeared sun-baked until almost black.  As he came nearer, she 
could see the dark color was all hair, not only on his arms but 
also on his chest, which showed above the bib of his overalls and 
also down his sides where his pants were open.  He called back 
over his shoulder, "Hey, Luke, come and see.  This here lady has 
sure got herself in a fix."

Leeza felt her face flush with embarrassment which must surely 
match the red in her hair.  How humiliating, she thought, to be 
found like this.  And to be on display like a common whore while 
these two yokels ogle my naked body.  Even so, there was nothing 
she could do to prevent it, for she had already tried every way 
possible to release her bound-up arms.

"Hoowee!  But ain't she a beauty!" the second man shouted as he 
came up alongside the first.  

"That's fur sartin," the first man said.  He came up close enough 
that Leeza could smell the whiskey on his breath.  "Luke, I think 
we got ourselves a keeper."

"Yep, Jake, we sure do.  But what in thunder are we gonna do 
with'er?" Luke asked.  

"Do?" the man called Jake asked.  "We're gonna have a little fun.  
That's what."  He leaned even closer.  Leeza shuddered, dropping 
her eyes, unable to look into the man's face.  She felt his 
presence and simply knew that his eyes were making the tour of 
her naked body.  Then he took the same tour with his hands.  
Placing the palms of both his hands on her hips, he twisted her 
body as if to make certain she was really unable to move.  His 
fingers poked and prodded everywhere his hand went, and it seemed 
they were everywhere.  

"Ow!" Leeza responded, as his tug on her body put enough pressure 
on her braid to hurt the back of her head.  "Don't pull like 
that.  It hurts!"

"My, my!" responded Jake.  "Now, I really didn't hurt you any.  
Did I?"  He ran his hands up each side of her body, then brought 
them forward to cup her breasts.  Leeza flinched, then tried to 
pull away.  "Ooh, touchy, aren't we?"  With that, Luke flicked 
the tip of her left breast with his finger.  "Nice little nubbin 
you got there, lady.  It looks almost good enough to eat."

"She got purty red hair," Luke chimed in.  "Looks like she got 
lots of it caught up there on the gutter.  That sure is a nice 
patch of hair growin down here below her belly."  His finger 
curled through her pubic hair.  Leeza gasped.

"I was jest looking at that," Jake laughed.  "You suppose she 
would let us play with it?"

"No," Leeza pleaded.  "Please help me down from here."

"Now why in the world would we do that?" Luke questioned.  "It 
ain't often I find a purty girl like you all strung up just askin 
to be kissed."  With that, he leaned past Jake and kissed Leeza 
full on the lips.  The smell of his breath made her want to 
retch, but she restrained her feelings for fear it might provoke 
them to harm her.  

When Luke pulled back, Jake leaned forward and kissed her mouth, 
running his tongue along her lips and then forcing them apart as 
he inserted his tongue deep into her mouth.  The whiskey on his 
breath was nothing compared with how horrible it tasted in 
Leeza's mouth.  She nearly gagged.  Maybe she would have, but 
then she realized that while he was probing her mouth with his 
tongue, his fingers were already probing much farther south.  One 
finger traced a line from her navel down through her fluff of 
auburn hair.  

Leeza flinched.  Only moments before, the little boy had done the 
same thing, and that had been embarrassing.  This guy was far 
more menacing.  She gasped again as he used both his hands to 
explore the delta of her crotch and then to poke around between 
the soft folds which guarded her most private parts.  Before 
today, no one had ever touched her there except Mike, and she 
found this flagrant intrusion by this uncouth workman's hands to 
be an almost unbearable violation.  Had she been able to resist, 
she would have slapped him.  Or run away.  As it was, all she 
could do was scream.  So she did.  Loud.

The resounding slap of Jake's hand on her bottom was almost as 
loud as Leeza's scream.  "Do that again, lady, and I'll give you 
a real good whoppin," he warned.  "Now be quiet."

"Y'all might as well enjoy yourself, lady, 'cause we're goin a-do 
it anyhow," Luke laughed.  And with that advice, he joined Jake 
in running his hands around over Leeza's naked body, probing, 
pinching, pawing.  She trembled as they explored her private 
parts, licked her nipples, and kissed her mouth repeatedly.  When 
one of men thrust a finger into her rectum, she jerked so hard 
trying to get away that she thought she had pulled out some of 
her hair.  No one had ever touched her anus before, not even her 
husband.  That was completely off limits, and she said so loudly.  

"Oooh, you don't say, lady?" Jake replied.   "Well, then what do 
you want?"

"I want down from here," she pleaded.

"Not until we're done," Luke insisted.  

"Hold her steady," Jake instructed.

Leeza looked down and saw Jake had opened his fly and withdrawn a 
very large, very erect penis, which he was already pressing 
between her legs.  She watched in horror as his huge penis 
disappeared beneath her thatch of auburn hair and brutally push 
against the entrance to her love canal.

"I said to hold her steady," Jake demanded.  "She's wigglin' 
around here 'til I cain't git in."

"Well, jist a minite then, and I'll get a better grip."  Luke was 
standing behind her, and it was then Leeza felt his erection 
press against her buttocks.  He pinched her cheeks and pulled 
them apart with his thumbs, then shoved his tool past her muscles 
and fully into her rectum.  

"No, no, no!" she screamed in both pain and terror.

Jake slapped her again, and she forced herself to be quiet as 
both men thrust into her.  Because of the angle at which they 
attempted to gain entry, neither one seemed able to get in very 
far, but both men apparently found her exciting enough that they 
quickly ejaculated.  It was all so disgusting to Leeza that she 
nearly fainted with humiliation and embarrassment, much less the 
pain.  

When they were done, the men simply laughed, walked back across 
the street to their van and drove away, leaving Leeza still 
suspended naked in front of her garage door.

More from the humiliation than the pain of anything the men had 
physically done to her, Leeza remained quiet, once more renewing 
her efforts to free her arms from the folds of the dress which 
bound them.  She pulled down hard, trying to tear the fabric free 
from its snag on the roof, but nothing worked.  She was finally 
able to work free just enough that she could get her feet 
established more solidly on the ground, but that was the best she 
could do.  At least it took some of the pressure off her arms so 
she could breathe easier.

Meanwhile, the sun had moved higher in the sky, and it was 
terribly warm standing in with it shining full upon her naked 
body.  She wondered how long it would take to get a nasty burn.

Suddenly, she heard a giggle.  Then a whisper.  The boy was back, 
and with him came three other boys.  They slipped quietly around 
the corner of the garage.

"See, I told you she was here."  It was indeed the same boy who 
had been there earlier.

Leeza decided to talk with them kindly.  Maybe they really had 
come back to help her.  So she pleaded with the, "Please, I'm 
terribly thirsty.  Can you get me loose so I can get a drink?"

The boys giggled nervously, eyeing her as they walked around, 
inspecting her nakedness closely.

"I don't think we want to let you down, lady, but I can get you a 
drink."  He laughed as he disappeared around the corner of the 
garage.  When he returned, he was dragging the garden hose.  "I 
couldn't find anything to put the water in, so I just brought 
this old hose.  He had already turned it on, and water was 
spraying a soft mist from the nozzle.  He aimed it at Leeza, and 
she screamed as the cold spray of water soaked her body.  Once 
the initial shock of the cold water wore off, she found the cold 
mist was even refreshing from the rising heat of the day.  But it 
was still cold enough to take away her breath.

The boys all laughed.   One said, "Oh, you like that, do ya?  
Then let's something else."  He took the hose and adjusted the 
nozzle so the water no longer came out in a light spray.  
Instead, it became a brisk stream.  "Now, I gotcha!" he laughed 
as he played the stream of water over her naked flesh.  The other 
boys ducked out of the way, while he sprayed her legs, then 
concentrated on her belly for a few minutes before moving up to 
her breasts.

Once more Leeza screamed.  It was not the cold, but the harshness 
of the strong water stream which had enough force to hurt 
terribly as it blasted against her naked flesh.  She was sure it 
was leaving marks on her skin.  "Why are you so mean to me?" she 
asked, desperately twisting her body as she tried to keep her 
most tender parts out of the harsh stream of water.  The boy gave 
her and evil grin, "Cause I can," he said, "and you can't stop 
me."  She screamed again, and the boy with the hose directed it 
into her mouth.  Gasping for air, she turned away as best she 
could, only to find the boy was walking up closer, while 
continuing to blast her with the water.  

Suddenly, he aimed it away, and Leeza caught her breath as the 
flow of water ran down the driveway.  The boys were all gathered 
around, and she heard one say, "Y'know, I've always wondered 
'bout something.  Let's try it." 

Leeza watched as he twisted the nozzle on full stream.  The water 
flowed more freely, but was no longer a brutally harsh stream it 
had previously been.  She saw his eyes focus on her thatch of 
pubic hair and began to realize what he had in mind.  "No!  
Please, don't.  Please!" she pleaded.  

The boy simply laughed as he pressed the end of the nozzle 
between her legs, then pushed, forcing it between her pussy lips 
and up into her vagina.  The water was so cold that her abdomen 
convulsed.  She trembled all over.  Quickly her belly began to 
swell.  She looked down at the increasing bulge, horrified at the 
damage it might cause, and screamed repeatedly.

 "Okay, okay," the boy laughed as he pulled the hose free.  "I 
just wondered how much you could hold.  Water poured out of her 
and ran down her legs.

Another boy ...she was so confused she couldn't tell them apart 
from their voices ...he looked up at her and said, "I don't 
understand.  There's supposed to be room in there for a baby, so 
she should have had room for at least a couple of gallons."  

Leeza remained silent, now in total shock, not only from hanging 
as she was but from physical pain and emotional humiliation.  
Water still trickled out from inside her, draining out of her 
vagina.  She looked to see if it was bloody, as it ran down her 
legs, hoping no damage had been done to her delicate insides.  
Thankfully, she noted the water was running clear.

"Why did you do that?" she finally asked.  "Why did you even 
think of doing that?"

Ignoring her question, another boy said, "My mom once gave me an 
enema.  I hated it.  How about we try it on her?"  

The others agreed, and the boy with the hose flashed that same 
evil grin, and once more he approached her.

Leeza pleaded with him, "Please, no!  Not that.  No, please!"

"Oh, relax," another boy said.  "It won't hurt.  I know, because 
my mother used to do it to me."  Another boy was behind her, and 
he said, "Pinch off that hose until we get it in her."  Lezza 
twisted, trying to see what he was doing, trying to keep out of 
their reach, but she could not.  Then, much like Luke had 
previously done, the boys forced her cheeks apart.  

Her natural reaction was to squeeze her cheeks together as hard 
as she could, but the boys were stronger.  They held her open as 
one of the boys pressed the thin nozzle against her anus.  It was 
cold, which caused her to squeeze even harder, desperately trying 
to prevent being raped by a cold metal nozzle.
 
"Hang on," the boy warned her.  "Here goes." 

In spite of all her efforts, the hose slipped past her sphincter 
muscle and inside.

"Okay, let it rip!"  He released the kink in the hose and cold 
water surged suddenly into her bowels, creating a freezing 
pressure inside.  Leeza knew her colon would fill quickly.  In 
fact, she realized, it could be life-threatening.  "No, no, no!" 
she pleaded, not sure what would happen with this harsh enema.  
Would her colon burst from the pressure?  She screamed 
uncontrollably.

The boys only laughed.  One said, "Ma only used a little bag of 
water on me, but I think you're big enough to hold a lot more 
that that.  Let's see how much."  

Water pressure was building rapidly inside Leeza, and she became 
increasingly terrified that her bowels might actually burst.  
That was a danger these boys certainly had not considered, 
probably didn't even understand, maybe didn't even care, but 
before she could try to reason with them or explain the possible 
dangers to him, she felt one of them jiggling the hose, twisting 
it and pressing it deeper into her rectum.  

"Please, no!" she pleaded.

"There, that ought to stay in," the boy said as he walked around 
in front of her and looked at her.  The spray of water continued 
to flow inside her.  "Filling up yet, lady?" he asked jokingly as 
he patted the small bulge which had already formed on her belly.

"Please don't do this," she begged.  She could hear the cold 
water gurgled deep inside her.  She looked down, and sure enough 
she could see her abdomen expanding, bulging.  She could feel the 
pressure forming all the way up along her sides.  She didn't know 
how much more her strained colon could take.  Becoming more 
desperate, she begged, "Please, I'll do anything.  Just don't do 
this.  Turn me loose.  Let me down.  Please...!"

Suddenly, her bowels reached maximum capacity.  Her colon had 
accepted all it could hold, but the pressure built up inside her 
was strong enough to expel the hose.  Out it came.  And along 
with the hose came most of what she had eaten during the past 
couple of days, vacating her colon and spraying her legs with 
water clogged with yellow and brown feces.  It splattered around 
her feet, then formed into a filthy stream which washed down the 
driveway, all the way to the street.  The hose flipped about, 
uncontrolled, spraying from side to side, its stream of water 
continuing to run, mixing with the stream which continued pour 
out of her bottom and down Leeza's legs, effectively rinsing the 
driveway and pushing all the mess into the street gutter.

The boys skipped to one side, out of the way, clapping their 
hands joyously.  Finally, one of boys picked up the hose and 
sprayed her legs, cleaning away the remnants of her enema and 
flushing the mess down the driveway and into the gutter by 
street.  "Hey, lady!  That was great!  You want to do it again?"

Just then came the sound of an approaching car.  Without a word, 
all the boys slipped around the garage and out of sight.  Leeza 
was left where she hung with water still dripping from her anus 
as well as from her vagina, and the water from the hose 
continuing to run down the driveway and into the drain along the 
curb.  For the first time, she began to realize she was in danger 
of something far greater than humiliation.  Trapped as she was, 
naked in the sunshine with the heat of the day building, and her 
intestines assailed by water as well as the previous rape, she 
questioned what might become of her.  Her abdomen hurt, and so 
did her legs.  She had been stretching up on to her toes to take 
the strain of her arms until now her entire body was a mass of 
pain.

The car turned out to be a pickup, a small one with a name on 
the door.  Leeza was barely able to make out the name.  Then she 
realized it was from the office of the city assessor.  There was 
only one man in the vehicle.  He went first to the house 
directly across the street, and Leeza watched as he made notes 
on a clipboard and then photographed the building with a small 
pocket camera.  After that he moved on out of sight, apparently 
going to each the homes on the cul-de-sac.  Eventually, he 
paused at the end of Lisa's driveway and looked up at her house.  

Leeza started to call out to him, but something restrained her.  
She watched as he made notes on his clipboard, then removed the 
camera from his pocket.  He snapped one shot of the house, then 
walked up the driveway, still concentrating on the house until 
he was standing only a few feet away from Leeza.  Only then did 
he see her.  Without saying a word, he smiled and lifted his 
camera.  

"No," she begged.  "Please don't take my picture.  Not like 
this."

Without saying a word, he continued to focus his camera on her 
and finally snapped the shutter.  Moving around, he took several 
more shots of her from different angles, then stood periodically 
eyeing her as he filled out yet another form on his clipboard. 

Brusquely he said, "Lady, I'm leaving you this citation for 
disposing of waste material on a public street."  He tried to 
give her the paper, then realizing she had no free hand with 
which to take it, he grinned, "Oh, I see you're somewhat 
preoccupied."  

"Please, will you release me so I can get dressed?" she asked.  

"Oh, no.  I'm not allowed to make changes on the properties I 
inspect," he explained.  "I just make a record of what I find 
and turn in my report at the office."

"Along with pictures of me standing here naked?" Leeza asked, 
becoming more than a little perturbed.

"Well, you are on the property, and I assume you are an addition 
to what was originally here the last time this house was 
assessed."  He grinned and asked, "I wonder how much you add to 
the value of the property?"

"Please?" she insised.

"I tell you what," he smiled.  "Since you're so pretty, I'll 
tear up the citation and not turn it in.  Instead, I'll just 
keep these photos of you ...for my own fun, if you don't mind."  
He paused a moment, then added, "It looks like you have enough 
problems without my adding any more today."  He started to 
leave, then turned back and said pleasantly, "By the way, you 
are one beautiful lady.  Thank you for making my day."  With 
that, he climbed back into his pickup and drove away.

Leeza's arms were aching terribly from their strained position.  
She tried to shift her weight, lifting herself on her toes to 
relieve the pull on her arms.  Then she realized her feet were 
cold.  Water from the hose was still running across her feet.  
The sun was shining full upon her, and her bare skin felt 
terribly warm.  Hot on one end and cold on the other, she 
thought to herself.  Before much longer, she realized, she would 
soon be dangerously sunburned.  She twisted, hoping to turn her 
back to the sun, rather than keep her delicate breasts always 
exposed to the blistering sun.  Turning, however, increased the 
pull on her hair, and that was much too painful.  Exhausted, not 
only from standing as she was but also from the results of her 
violent enema, she was forced to remain as she was.  

Time passed.  She had no idea how long.  A couple of times she 
roused herself and wondered if she had passed out.  The day 
became a blur.  Twice she thought she heard the telephone ring, 
and she imagined Mike was calling.  Would he come to see why she 
didn't answer?  She hoped he would.  

"Hey, lady!  Are you still here?"  It was the same boy who had 
been there earlier.  Leeza's stomach knotted up within her when 
she heard his voice.  Now what would he do?  She felt completely 
helpless and vulnerable to his immature imagination.

"Yes, I'm still here.  Did you come back to help me get down?"

"Nah, I'm just on my way through, heading home."  

"Would you help me get down?  Just tip that ladder over here, 
and I can climb up on it.  You're a big boy.  You can do that 
for me, can't you?"

"I could," he agreed.  "But I won't.  'Cause if I did then you 
might tell what I did to you earlier, and I don't want that to 
happen."

"I won't tell," she begged.  "I promise.  Just help me get 
loose."

"You still thirsty?" he asked.  "You must be.  I sure would be 
if I'd been standing in the sun as long as you have."  

"No!" Leeza snapped when he picked up the hose, fearing what he 
might do.  

The boy gave her a mischievous smile, then slowly twisted the 
nozzle down to a fine mist.  Then he turned the spray on to 
Leeza's naked body.  The spray felt ice cold, but it was gentle 
enough that it was refreshing to her skin, which was already 
quite red from exposure to the sun.  "That feel good?" he asked.  
"I bet it does."  He held the spray on her for several minutes, 
aiming it at different parts of her body, front and back.  In 
the process, he also took special care to rid the driveway of 
the last stains remaining from her earlier enema.  Then he 
dragged the hose back around the house, apparently putting it 
away.  

Leeza heaved a sigh of relief.  At least I'm not going to get 
another enema, she decided.  Memories of that first one still 
frightened her.

Then he was back.  "You know, I got to thinking.  I never seen a 
naked lady before, and I think you're mighty pretty."

"Well, thank you, sonny," she said, hoping by being polite she 
could still talk him into freeing her, or at least to bring her 
some help.  The embarrassment of being seen naked had long since 
been replaced with the fear of over-exposure to the sun.  I 
certainly don't want to end up in the hospital with third-degree 
burns, she thought, or a case of heat stroke.  

"I guess I was kinda mean to you earlier," he said.  "And I'm 
sorry."

"That's okay.  Now, can you bring me the ladder?"

"Maybe," he agreed, "but first I want to do something.  Okay?"

"I guess that depends," she parried, wondering what he had in 
mind.

He said nothing.  Instead, he smiled up at her, then lifted his 
hands and caressed her breasts.  His hands were pleasantly 
comforting, after having been baked in the sunshine and blasted 
with cold water.  Her nipples had hardened into small knots 
under the spray of water and were just beginning to relax back 
into her areolas when he touched them. 

"Hey, look what happened," he exclaimed as her nipples hardened 
again under his touch.  "That's neat.  I didn't know they would 
do that."  Eagerly, he massaged her breasts, gently pinching her 
nipples, then bouncing her breasts.  Under different 
circumstances, Leeza might have found his attention erotic and 
pleasing, but she was more concerned with the growing pain in 
her arms and legs.  Even so, she was at a loss for words and 
mere held still while he enjoyed his exploratory manipulation of 
her breasts.  "Those are nice," he said.

Once more, Leeza could think of nothing more to say than "Thank 
you."

Hardly had she spoken than the boy turned his attention to other 
parts of her body.  He poked his finger into her navel.  "Neat," 
he said.  "I got one like that.  But I don't have any hair down 
here," he observed as he ran his finger down the tiny line of 
hair which descended downward from her navel until it blossomed 
into the flaming thatch of hair around her pubic bone.

He patted the hair with his hand, brushing away the last few 
drops of water which remained from the recent spraying he had 
given her.  

"Please," Leeza begged.

"Now, don't get excited," the boy grinned.  "I know that's where 
babies come from, and I know you can't hold much water up 
there."  He laughed, "'Cause I tried.  But how big is it 
anyway?"  Without waiting for her to speak, the boy pushed his 
finger down through the hair and in between her legs, searching 
and exploring as he went.  

He was strangely cautious and gentle, obviously unsure of what 
he was doing, and the effect was not lost on Leeza.  Once more, 
she realized this could have been rather pleasant if the 
circumstances had been different, but as it was she merely 
endured his probing in hopes of convincing him to help her get 
free.  Even so, she was too distraught, both mentally and 
physically, for her body to respond to his touch.

Eventually, however, his finger found its way between the folds 
and upward into her private cavern.  His hand was not large, and 
his fingers did not intrude very far.  Certainly this was much 
more bearable than had been the rape by the burglar earlier.  
Oh, my, how long ago was that? she pondered.  She flinched as he 
touched her little button.

"What did I do?" he asked.  "Did I hit a soft spot?"  He 
massaged her clitoris with his finger, and she tried desperately 
not to respond.  Unsuccessfully.  Fortunately for her, however, 
he did not realize what he had done, and soon he moved on, 
pinching her buttocks and massaging her rounded belly.  "Thanks, 
lady," he concluded as he moved away.  "You're a good sport, but 
now I gotta go."  And with that he was gone.

Leeza pleaded with him to send help, but he sauntered off 
without another word.  Well, I wonder, she thought, what effect 
that little episode will have on him later when he develops a 
liking for girls?  

Strangely enough, Leeza's concentration on the boy's 
explorations had taken her attention away from her pains and the 
strain of her awkward position.  She was strangely perturbed by 
the fact that her body had actually tried to respond to his 
ministrations in spite of her pain and humiliation.  She wished 
Mike would hurry on home.

Instead, a delivery truck arrived.  The express parcel service 
van stopped next door, and the man dropped off the package at 
the door.  Then he cut across the lawn and stood for several 
moments quietly staring at Leeza.

"You been here long?" he asked.

"It seems like forever," she told him.

"Can't you get down?"

"I've tried, but I can't get my arms loose.  And I can't reach 
the ladder."

"You want me to help?"

"Would you?  Please!"

"I tell you what," he grinned.  "I can help you get down, but 
it'll cost you."

"How much?  What?  I'll pay whatever you ask," she pleaded.  
"Just get me down from here!"

"If I let you down first, how do I know you'll keep your word?"

"You can trust me.  I promise."  She was desperate now with 
hope.

"No, I don't think I'd better trust you.  You pay me first, and 
then I'll get you down."

"How can I do that?" she asked, suddenly wary of his offer.  
"What do you want?"

"Well, you're a mighty pretty lady.  So I tell you what.  I'll 
set up the ladder, and then when we're through I'll leave it so 
you can use it to get down.  How's that?"

"When we're done?" she asked.  "Done with what?"

"Done paying me," he grinned.  With that he picked up the 
ladder, righted it and set it in front of Leeza with the steps 
facing her.  Then he climbed up several steps and sat on a rung 
as he unzipped his fly.  Leeza gasped.  With him sitting on the 
ladder, his erection was right in front of her face.  "There you 
are, lady," he grinned as he pressed his rod up to her mouth.  
"Show me how much you want to get free."

Leeza knew what he wanted.  It was nothing new for her.  In 
fact, she had frequently satisfied her husband with her mouth, 
but never before had she ever considered sucking another man.  
Yet here was an erection prodding against her lips, and this 
stranger was insisting she open her mouth and take him in.  
Proper or not, it was the price he was demanding to help her get 
free.

What choice do I have? she asked herself, then licked his tip 
with her tongue.  He tasted salty.  Not bad, she thought, as she 
opened her mouth and accepted his thrust.  With her head bound 
as it was by her hair, she could not bob up and down as she 
usually did with Mike.  Instead, she was restricted to what she 
could do with suction and her tongue.  He provided the movement, 
screwing her mouth as he might have done the other orifices of 
her body.  The act was not appealing to her but it apparently 
was to him.  It was only a few minutes before he shot a load of 
sperm into her mouth.  She had no other option than to swallow.  

As he climbed down from the ladder, he paused long enough to 
kiss her lips.  "Be careful now that you don't fall," he 
instructed as he walked away.  "I'm leaving the ladder for you, 
like I promised."  And with that he was gone.

Leeza caught her breath in anticipation of the pull on her hair, 
then reached one foot up to place it on the first step of the 
ladder.  Then she realized it was too far away.  She would never 
be able to climb it.  By the time she would be up a couple of 
steps, her feet would be too far away and she would be lying 
backward, suspended by her hair.  

So she hooked her toes under the bottom step and pulled gently, 
hoping the ladder would not fall.  It tipped a bit, but with 
care she was able to slide it toward her until it was close 
enough for her to climb up a couple of steps.  That released 
enough pressure on her hair for her to be able to untangle her 
arms from her dress.  Lowering her arms for the first time in 
several hours was such a major relief that she simply grasped 
the ladder and leaned against it while she tried to reorient 
herself to the fact that, finally, at long last, she was free.

Only then did she step down off the ladder.  Looking up, she 
realized her dress was still hanging from the gutter, and she 
was still quite naked.  She pulled the ladder a little nearer 
the garage, then climbed back up and freed her dress.  She 
started to put it on, then said to herself, Why bother?  I've 
been naked all day.  So she stowed the ladder back in the 
garage, threw the torn dress in the rag bag, and went into the 
house.  

It was even stuffier inside than she had remembered, but at 
least she was in where her nakedness was private.  Without 
hesitation, she headed for the shower.  The hot water burned 
when it touched her skin, and she realized she did indeed have a 
minor sunburn.  Even so, the shower felt great, and she washed 
herself gently with shampoo and soap, taking special care to 
cleanse her privates which had been so terribly invaded by ...she 
tried to remember how many men had seen her ...and touched her.  
She tried to count the fingers that had been inside her.

Finally, once out of the shower and dried off, she brushed out 
her hair.  Her skin was so tender that she hesitated to put on 
any clothing, much less a bra or panties.  Instead, she settled 
on a moisturizing lotion and applied it generously to her entire 
body.  It felt great.  Then, weak from all that had happened to 
her and all this sudden exertion, she pulled on a light cotton 
robe and stretched out on the bed.

It was there Mike found her when he arrived home that evening.

"No dinner tonight?" he asked.

Leeza tried to rouse herself, but the climb back up the road to 
reality was hard.  "I just...," she began.

"I know," Mike laughed.  "You were totally bored all day, so you 
just crashed and took a nap.  Must be nice."

"Yes," she whispered.  "It must be nice."

~~~~~
Continued in Chapter 06


  
Chapter 05 - Leeza's Hair