Hannah's House
By Liverpool Kiss



Part One.

The summer holidays had arrived again. Hannah lay in bed, the idiot boy next
door was kicking the ball against the . What time was it. The clock radio told
her it was almost eight o'clock. Isn't there a law out there forbidding the
kicking of footballs before midday?

Hannah's mother had gone to work, as had her stupid brother, her father went
to work about six years ago and never came home. He just walked away, making
things very hard for her mother, making things very hard for everyone. She
finally crawled out of bed and opened her bedroom window,

"Laurence, one day I'm going to jam that fucking football up your fucking
arse!" She yelled at her neighbour. He gave her the finger and doubled his
effort.

Across the road Janice was just waking up. Her father and brother had left for
work hours ago. Her father worked for as a tube driver and her stupid brother
who left school a year ago had followed his father into the family tradition.
"How's that for ambition." she said to someone one day, "aim for the stars and
find yourself driving a tube train." Janice looked at her mother as they both
sat at the table eating what was served as breakfast. Her mother had empty
dead eyes, years of a life duller than ditch water and another day of it to
look forward. Conversation was minimal, nothing had happened and nothing was
going to.

Three doors down Denise had been up for an hour, both her parents worked and
she was expected to clean up after them a chore that earned her, her pocket
money, but she attacked it like it was hard labour. She was an attractive
natural blonde girl who had developed early and had had a couple of
boyfriends, but found their adolescent attempts at pleasing a woman na##ve and
very limited. She finished wiping the dishes and was about to fire up the
vacuum when a little jingle told her she had mail.

Hannah went down stairs; the place looked like bomb had gone off, in the
kitchen every pot, pan, plate and cup was scattered around the table and in
the sink. It had been days since anyone had cleaned up, and Hannah was only
part of the problem there seemed no likely solution as she foraged for a clean
bowl, there was one left, she emptied the dregs that were left in the corn
flake packet and poured what remained in the milk carton and wandered into the
front room to consume some mind numbing morning telly with her cereal.

Her mother held down two jobs and she was the relief bar maid at the pub
around the corner and every penny she earned she spent on her kids. Hannah and
Tom might not have had a lot but they had everything she could give them, and
last Christmas she surprised them both by buying a Desktop computer, something
that they said they desperately needed if all the school work was going to
amount to anything. "Mum I can write the best essays, come top of my class in
every subject but if I can't produce the results they want on a computer and
present the finished copy they want I'm wasting my time.' Tom and Hannah had
tagged her. So she bought them a computer and it sat before Hannah as she
finished her cornflakes. Hannah needed the computer not for her homework but
to increase her social media network. And Tom needed the computer for....well
Hannah wasn't really sure, but she had an idea.

Tom's computer skills were basic and although Hannah was two years younger she
had a considerably better grasp of how to use a computer than her brother. He
had no idea how to hide his tracks. After all this was the family computer you
needed to erase anything that might be used as evidence. Hannah turned the
computer on and sure enough the last person to use was Tom and she checked
yesterday's history file. "Oh my ... ..oh my ... " and all of a sudden Hannah
lost interest in her corn flakes as she scrolled through the history that Tom
had generated over the last twenty four hours.

She emailed Denise, as she was the only girl she knew who might know anything
about what she was looking at. By the time Denise got back to her Hannah was
into a BDSM contact web site. Completely absorbed by activities unknown to her
before and she found it all so exciting She sent Denise a simple message.
"Come over ASAP"

Denise finished her chores and dressed in a light summer print dress she went
across the road to Hannah's house. The front room was dark and it smelt of
cigarettes, boiled cabbage and garbage. Denise wrinkled her nose when she
entered. She was going to say something but bit her tongue and looked at what
Hannah had on her screen.

"Oh my God, what have you got there?" She asked, settling down beside Hannah
on the settee. The images and text were all new to the two girls, who could
hardly take their eyes off the screen as one image after another struck them
dumb, hundreds of pictures depicting women whipping men, beating men, pissing
on men, kicking them in the balls. Every image showed women as superior and
men as their slaves. They read a few stories and after an hour the two girls
came up for air. "I never ever knew ... " Denise said at a loss of what else
to say. They looked at the website that Tom had joined; he called himself
'supersub2012' and the girls read his profile and laughed at his lies. They
were about to do something when there was a knock at the door. It was Janice
who had to escape from the wet blanket of boredom that was her home; she was
probably the only other person Hannah wanted to see at that precise moment.
Janice was invited in and shown what the two girls had just viewed. Janice was
equally dumbstruck. Janice wore jeans and a thin white T-shirt over a navy
blue bra and her nipples were erect firm and hard and obvious

"So you like it Jan?" Hannah said, asking the obvious.

"Yes," she laughed, "lets go and kick some balls!" She said putting her hands
up to cover her embarrassment. Then they returned to the site where Tom was a
member.

"Supersub!" Janice laughed. "I have an idea. Why don't we put our own profiles
in there, most of them don't show their faces we could trap Tom on line"
Janice said. There was silence in the room. Hannah had been at the end of her
brothers moods and temper for years, wouldn't it be such a brilliant way to
get back at him? Hannah shook her head, "Tom would know."

"How would he know?" Denise asked warming to the idea. And Denise went to the
new member's application and typed in her user name. "Dominant Denise ... no I
want to be 'Mistress Shantelle' and she entered a short description of herself
a couple of paragraphs. "Now we need a picture. Let me go home my mum has some
sexy underwear hidden away I'll go and get it."

"I'll do my profile while you're gone," Janice suggested. She was horny, she
had never seen anything like the images that had appeared on the screen
before, she was wet with excitement, and was pleased that Hannah decided to
accompany Denise it would give her a few minutes to herself.

Denise and Hannah ran across the road to Denise's home it was spotless. Denise
had cleaned the place from top to bottom, she was very thorough, but her
mother was anal. The girls removed their shoes and ran up the stairs to
Denise's parents bedroom. Hannah looked but could hardly believe her eyes, she
lived in an identical house, how could Denise's mother's bedroom look like
this and just across the road her own mother lived in a sty by comparison
Denise went to her mother's dressing table and opened the bottom drawer and
there was an underwear collection that would cause a man with a lingerie
fetish to have stroke ... .or two. Denise was careful what she took, she
decided to take the drawer out and place it on the bed she removed a few pairs
of delicate lase knockers and suspender belts and at the bottom of the drawer
she found something else. A dildo.

"Oh my God." Denise exclaimed. "My mother has a dildo."

"Not just a dildo." Hannah said, "it's a strap-on. Do you think she fucks your
dad?" Hannah asked. Denise didn't answer; she didn't know. There was a key in
the drawer too, a little brass key. She knew what it opened; at the foot of
the bed was a footlocker. Years ago she had asked what was in there and her
mother had told her in no uncertain terms that it was none of her business.
Then a few years later she believed it was where her mother kept her Christmas
presents before wrapping them, but now she wasn't so sure. She pushed the key
into the lock and turned it and it snapped open. She removed the lock and
opened the box and inside was what would be described as adult toys. A whip, a
crop, and other toys that she didn't know the names of. "That's a humbler"
said Hannah picking up a wooden device, "you clamp their balls in here and ...
"

"My mum is fucking my dad." Denise said in disbelief.

"Your mum is beating the fuck out of your dad." Hannah corrected. "You never
hear anything?

"Never ... ..never." She was stunned for a couple of seconds and then she
smiled. "Good old mum."

"What else is in here? Asked Hannah, and there was a lot of things in there,
nipple clamps, leather hood, a bamboo cane, another dildo, a harness some
leather clothes and underwear, and some CD's and a small video camera.

"My God Hannah, I've stumbled over something here." Denise said. "Let's do one
thing at a time. Let's do the profiles and then we can have a look at the
DVD's later on.'

Hannah agreed and they took a couple of pieces of delicate underwear from the
drawer and returned to Hannah's house. On their way back they past Hannah's
next door neighbour who was playing football in the street with a couple of
kids from down the road. "I'm telling one last time Laurence, you wake me up
with that fucking ball tomorrow morning and I'll stick a fucking knife in it."

"You'll only do that once," came his limp reply.

"Once is all I'll need, numb nuts!" She shot back, forgetting him immediately.

Janice had called herself 'Xena,' "not exactly original," she admitted "but I
look a bit like her..with a boob job!" And she did, a bit. They took a couple
of photos of her; she removed her T-shirt and posed for the camera, in just
her navy blue satin bra and short denim skirt but covered her face with her
hand. "Sex and inviting," was how Denise described the pictures, Denise put on
a pair of her mother's knickers and a lace bra, Hannah lay on her back and
Denise stood over her and Hannah took a dozen photo's looking up her legs,
Denise posed some more and they selected the best one as her profile photo and
another on her page. Hannah had nothing sexy to wear and all of a sudden she
felt stupid and didn't want to pose in her tatty underwear. I have nothing to
wear." She admitted.

"You look good just like that." Janice told her. She wore a short navy blue
skirt and a light blue blouse, "open your blouse another button. You have a
nice cleavage, cross your legs," and Denise took a couple of pictures of her
that in all honesty looked better than anything else they had taken that
morning. They dressed up their profiles and then when they were happy with
what they had they joined up and posted them on line.

Then they waited but it was far from boring in less than an hour the three
girls had attracted over two hundred hits, they had all sorts of lude offers
most from disbusting perverts but there were some that appeared genuine to
their na##ve eyes, and at one point it looked like trapping Tom was the least
favourable option.

After lunch they went for a walk, it was summer and it was one of the rare
English summer days warm and cloudless. They walk to the top of a field that
backed onto the estate, the wind up there blew the cobwebs away, but they
weren't alone. Hannah's neighbour was following them. He managed to destroy
the atmosphere, the Wuthering Heights atmosphere they all sensed and he was no
Heathcliff.

"What do you want numb nuts?" Hannah demanded to know

"Nuffin', it's a free world innit?" he replied. The three girls had known him
all of their lives they had started school the same day as each other and over
the years they had developed a very caustic relationship, although Denise had
harboured some less than unsavoury feelings for him He was tall, taller than
Denise who was the tallest of the girls.

"What are you doing?" He asked

"Planning a revolution!" Snapped Hannah, "where the women of the world are
going to rise up and grab little shits like you, strip you bollock naked, beat
you into submission and use you as our slaves." She advanced on him and Janice
and Denise sense that she was about to explode and she didn't disappoint them
She slammed her foot into his ball the impact of the kick was absorbed by the
crotch of his baggy denims but she still managed to lift him of the ground
with the force of her kick. Janice jumped on him and the two of them fell to
the ground.

"Hold him Jan, hold him" Hannah called as she and Denise dropped on him they
were not really sure what they were going to do but then suddenly found
themselves face to face with an ideal opportunity to put into practice what
had been driving their lust all morning Both Hannah and Denise grabbed for his
belt buckle, and as soon as he realised what they were doing he started to
fight back, but Janice was no slouch, and matched his upper body strength,,
her knees pinned his shoulders and her hands gripped his wrists forcing them
to the ground and he was unable to get her off. The hem of her skirt rode up
her thighs revealing her navy satin knickers that were less than a couple of
inches from his face. He bucked and struggled, but the three girls were more
than a match for him, Hannah undone his belt while Denise unzipped him and
unclipped the top of his jeans.

"NO NO DON'T! STOP!" He shouted when he realised they were going to strip him.
Hannah sat on his stomach her back touching Janice's and Denise yanked down
his pants, his thrashing around actually helped, she pulled his baggy denims
off and the grabbed his underpants and pulled them off, leaving him naked from
the waist down . Hannah grabbed him by the balls she squeezed his nutsack
tight with her left hand and slammed her right fist into his balls. He
screamed, and Janice knew she had him. She pinned him beneath her and shuffled
forward. Hannah slammed her fist into his balls again, but his screams were
muffled by Janice's navy blue satin panties.

They stripped him and made him crawl across the grass to a row of trees;
Janice sat on his back thoroughly enjoying the wonderful Female Domination
experience. Her first and it wouldn't be the last. They forced him against the
tree and Hannah and Janice took an arm each and pulled his arms around the
trunk and tied his wrists with his belt. He was crying and if anything it
fuelled their sadism. They forced his legs behind him and wedged a fallen
branch against the tree pinning his feet behind him leaving his cock and balls
very exposed.

The girls snapped off a few skinny willow branches and stripped the twigs and
leaves away leaving a thin evil looking very whippy cane. Laurence collapsed
before they started

"Shut up and take it you fucking wimp!" Hannah spat and hit him with a vicious
blow across the top of his thighs and an angry red welt immediately appeared.
He screamed in pain, and Janice repeated the dose a second later and a little
higher and she striped his cock. He screamed again and Janice and Hannah
exchanged hi-fives. Denise not to be outdone whipped him a third time. Three
vivid red welts announced where their whips had cut him. Janice pulled her
phone from her pocket and selected the camera.

"NO PLEASE! NO!" He shouted more terrified of being photographed than their
whips. Janice took no notice of his blubbered pleas and snapped a couple of
photos of what they had already done to him. They continued to whip him their
sadistic lust spurred on by his cries and screams.

"Get his cock out of the way. I want a clear shot at his balls" Hannah
shouted. Denise lifted his flaccid cock out of the way and Hannah delivered
cruel cut that ripped into his already tender balls. His scream's hit another
note when Denise repeated the shot. They were ripping his delicate manhood to
shreds and he could do nothing to stop them.

When they were finished with him he had eighteen bright red welts that
criss-crossed his thighs and lower abdomen his cock was bleeding from two
places and his balls were purple, bleeding, and swollen. They untied him and
he fell at their feet, Hannah grabbed him by the hair, and dragged him with a
strength she never knew she had and threw him into a large clump of stinging
nettles. The girls threw him around in the stingers like a rag doll, he was
powerless to stop them They hit him and kicked him and rolled him until every
inch of his skin had been in contact with the nettles they then pulled him out
dragged him on to the grass where Hannah and Janice pulled his arse cheeks
apart and Janice stuck a stinging nettle shaft up his arse they when turned
him over and Hannah inserted a thinner nettle tem in the eye of his cock.
Somehow she managed to oush it about two inches into him and Janice took the
appropriate photos.

"One word, one word about who did this to you and these photos go viral!"
Janice yelled at him. "Do you understand me you snivelling fucking cunt?"
Janice wanted to know.

He nodded, his body was wracked in pain and he simply nodded Janice hit him
with a stunning right hander that knocked him to the ground Janice grabbed him
by the balls and shook them He squealed like a pig "The answer is 'Yes
Mistress Janice,' say it!"

"Yes Mistress Janice."

"You will always call me Mistress Janice in class in the street failure to do
so and these pictures will be everywhere. Understand bitch!"

"Yes Mistress Janice."

"And when I called you, and I will as soon as you send us your phone number,
you will answer Hello Goddess Hannah?" Hannah told him "Understand bitch?" Yes
Mistress Hannah." Hannah hit him with a stunning right hander that must of
rattled his teeth." I AM GODDESS HANNAH! Understand you fuckin' cretin?"

"Y..yes Goddess Hannah , he meekly replied.

'And I am your Queen. How will You address me at all times?" Denise demanded
to know.

"Queen Denise." He said. Denise laughed.

"Now get on your knees and kiss our feet." Denise commanded and he did as he
was told They had him under their control. The girls picked up his clothes and
left him on his knees sobbing like a baby, the girls didn't know it at the
time, but they had broken him.