Hannah's House 3
By Liverpool Kiss



I was almost ten when Hannah opened her eyes; the annoying ball being bashed
against the wall was notably and pleasantly absent. She thought briefly of her
neighbour and wondered if the severe thrashing she and her friends had given
him yesterday had anything to do with the silence. She got up and walked to
the bedroom window, Hanson's van was still parked outside his house.' I wonder
if he's waiting for my phone call,' she thought to herself. She flopped back
onto her bed and ran the previous day's events through her head, she wondered
if Janice had sent everything through to her. Whatever Hannah did next
depended on that. Hannah had a full day in front of her and there was not a
second to waste.

She slept in just a t-shirt and knickers, she pulled the shirt over her head
and inspected her body in front of the wardrobe mirror, she had firm breasts
with large areolas, she had a trim stomach and a nice arse. She ate poorly and
did not exercise, but she was young and her diet and lack of a fitness regime
had not yet started to attack her taut body. She ran her hair through her
shaggy jet black mane that was between styles and did not conform to being
brushed. She pulled down her knickers and opened the top drawer of her dresser
to find that she had no clean underwear left. "Shit." She said looking at the
empty drawer.

She put yesterday knickers back on and ran down the stairs. She turned on the
computer and went into the kitchen to make herself the first cup of coffee of
the day. The place looked like a tip nothing had changed in twenty four hours,
the house looked and smelt disgusting. She ran a cup under the tap and wiped
it. By the time she got back to the computer it was waiting for her password,
which she quickly entered. She checked her emails there were five emails from
Janice waiting for her, all with attachments, and during the cup of coffee,
Hannah downloaded each set of photos and movies. She looked at each set of
downloads, very pleased with all that she had, and then forwarded everything
to her brother. She picked up her phone and called Denise's father. His phone
rang just once and Hannah heard his voice.

"I want you to come over to my house right now." Hannah instructed, and hung
up. Less than a minute later there was a knock at Hannah's front door, she
drained her cup and opened the door and Hanson stood there.

"Get in here," and he followed Hannah through to the front room.

"Take your clothes on and get on your knees." He was about to say something
when Hannah slapped him hard across the face.

"Obey me you cunt, obey me to the letter or I will destroy you." Hannah yelled
at him and he quickly turned to water and melted before her and did as he was
told. A few minutes later he looked at the images on the screen, half a dozen
of him sucking off Tom, and he knelt head bowed in disgust.

"That's my favourite." Hannah mocked, "I like how we caught you almost smiling
there ... "

Most of the images were of her brother, but the dozen or so they had of him
were enough for Hannah to tighten the screws.

Hannah looked down at him. "Ok I want you to go shopping for me. I want you to
buy almost everything you see in Sainsbury's, because we have nothing in the
larder, nothing. Did Denise give you the keys to the van? " She asked,

"Yes Goddess Hannah," he replied.

"What did your wife say when you never went to work this morning?" Hannah
asked.

"I haven't seen my wife," he replied, "she never came home last night." Hannah
looked down at hi,m he held her stare for a few seconds, but she stared him
down. Hannah tried to find some sympathy for him, but found none.

"Did you introduce your wife to FemDom or did she introduce you?" She asked
knowing the answer to her question.

"I introduced her to it Goddess Hannah," he replied meekly.

"So you are getting everything you asked for, aren't you?" She looked at him
and her contempt for the cocksucker multiplied. "Your wife is taking
everything from you emotionally, and I am going to strip you financially, by
the time your wife finds out about me you will be drained." A cold smile
brushed her lips as she saw him start to cry. "Now fuck off and hurry back!"
She snapped at him and he passively obeyed.

Next was Tom, she ran up the stairs and burst into his room, something she
never would have dared to do, now it was most normal thing in the world. He
was awake and Hannah threw back the blankets and grabbed him by the balls and
reefed him out of bed.

"Morning Tammy," she said using her adopted name for him, He squealed as she
ground his balls together. She needed to reassert her dominance of him as
quickly as possible she had a lot of work she wanted him to do.

"AAAGGGGHHHPlease HannaAAAAGGGG!"

"GODDESS HANNAH!" She yelled above the cries.

"GODDESSHANNAH PLEASE ... PLEASE I MUST PEE ... please ." Hannah laughed and
pulled him to the bathroom where she pushed him onto the toilet and she sat on
the edge of the bath and watched while her brother pee.

"You will always sit to pee, understand me Tammy?" She demanded to know, "No
more splashing your piss all over the bathroom for me or mum to clean up.
That's never happening again because you will be cleaning the toilet.
Understand me Tammy?"

"Yes Goddess, he replied.

"Good boy. "

When he had finished she marched him down the stairs and knelt him beside the
computer. Hannah opened the file that she had on him and scrolled through
dozens of images of him as her slave being fucked by Janice, by Denise;
everything they did to him the night before was captured on film and was now
on line. "I have a copy of this, Janice has a copy and Denise also has a copy
so if you should decide to do me some physical harm after I remove the hand
cuffs they will send it to a lot of your friends and it will be posted on
U-Tube, and the great Tammy Ryan will be seen for what he really is. My
bitch!"

She slowly scrolled through until the felt that she had made her point. "I'm
going to undo your cuffs in a minute and you are going to start work, any
trouble, any trouble at all, and I promise I send these around the world. Now
turn around." He did as he was told and Hannah undid the handcuffs; she
removed them and then she swung her foot between his legs slamming her foot
into his balls I screamed in pain and collapsed to the carpet.

"Obey my every command to the letter, Tammy" she said. Hannah grabbed him by
the hair and hauled his head around so that their faces were just inches
apart, "any slacking and I will pulverise your balls. Displease me and you
will suffer. Understand me my bitch?"

"Yes Goddess Hannah." He meekly replied

There was a knock at the door. "Answer the door." Hannah ordered and he obeyed
her immediately. I was Janice; Tom opened the door and asked her to come in.
She was amused to find him as she had left him last night Janice walked
through and Tom closed the door behind her.

"You are going to strip the beds, all of them. Mums, mine and yours; strip the
sheets and pillow cases, take the blankets outside and hang them over the
line. Open all the windows and air this pigsty. Janice looked quietly amused
as Tom obeyed Hannah's orders. He brought all the sheets down and put them in
the washing machine. Tom had never used it before and Hannah wasn't exactly
familiar with the thing, but he managed to get the first wash started.

"Bring down the laundry hampers bring everything down and separate whites and
colours was Hannah's next instructions. When the first lot of washing was
ready to be hung out Tom had his first problem. He was naked. "I should make
you wear a dress, when he asked her what he should do, she told him to wrap a
towel around himself. While he was ploughing through the laundry and waiting
for the cycle to finish Hannah told him to take the vacuum cleaner upstairs
and thoroughly vacuum each room . "Move the furniture to one side of the room
and then after we have inspected what you a have done and we are happy you
will then push the furniture to the other side of the room. Off you go but,
don't let me come and tell you that the washing machine is idle. If I do I
won't be happy and your balls will suffer. Understand me numb nuts?"

"Yes Goddess Hannah,"

"Now fuck off!" And off he fucked.

*

Eddie Hanson was just coming out of Sainsbury's when his phone rang. It was
Hannah.

"Yes Goddess Hannah?" he asked.

"Where the fuck are you?" Hannah demanded to know.

"I am just loading the van Goddess Hannah," he told her. He had spent ##220,
and as told, he brought everything from apples to zucchini.

"Did you buy polish, detergent and stuff for the toilet? Hannah demanded to
know.

"Yes Goddess Hannah."

"Its 11:15 if you are not here by eleven thirty I will thrash your balls. That
is a promise."

"Yes Goddess ... .." but she had gone.

He loaded the van in record time and pulled up outside Hannah's house with a
couple of minutes to spare. The boy next door, Laurence was being helped from
his father's car He was on crutches and walked very gingerly towards his front
door.

Laurence's father and Hanson knew each other, but over the years a friendship
had never developed between the two men, they nodded or waved whenever they
saw each other with an enthusiasm that reflected that they were cordial
neighbours.

'What happened to the boy?" Hanson asked.

"I'm not sure." He says a gang of boys from the other estate beat him up."

"You don't believe him?"

Laurence's father waited until his son was indoors and out of ear shot. "Boys
fight each other, but he was stripped and whipped. Boys don't do that short of
shit. Something more sinister happened but he is sticking to his story."

"I'm sorry," Hanson said not sure what else to say.

"What are you doin'?" Laurence's father asked.

"Oh I have a day off I was shopping in Sainsbury's and Mrs Ryan asked me if I
could take her groceries home for her as she had a dental appointment," he
said convincing even himself with his lie. Hannah opened the door and saw the
two men deep in conversation. Hanson saw her and ended the conversation
abruptly, and took the groceries in.

"What were you two talking about?" Hannah demanded to know. Every opportunity
Hannah got she asserted her domination over him and enjoyed watching Hanson
crumble as she pushed him deeper into submission.

"O-oh, h-he was j-just telling me t-that L-Laurence was badly b-beaten up.
Hospitalised."

"And what did you say?" Hannah asked staring at him and watching him shrink
before her.

"N-nothing Goddess Hannah."

"Well you spent enough time, saying nothing."

"Yes Goddess. I'm sorry Goddess Hannah."

Hannah supervised Hanson with the groceries while Janice instructed Tom as he
cleaned the bedrooms now armed with a can of furniture polish. Janice was
enjoying herself, enjoying the new found power that Female Domination
provided. She was in a permanent state of arousal, she wanted to fuck Tom or
Tammy as she now called him, not in the traditional way but with a dildo, like
they had done the previous night, but she didn't have one, but he could
perform oral and that is what she made him do.

Hannah was starting to call Hanson, Edith, as she told him where to put the
groceries, but the washing machine came to the end of its cycle.

"Tammy get your stupid arse down here, clothes need hanging." But Janice had
him labouring between her legs with his tongue.

Hannah showed Edith where the last of the groceries were to go as then she
sprinted up the stairs to see where her useless brother was. She found Janice
sitting on Tom face his tongue a couple of inches up her arse. Hannah laughed
and left them to it.

"OK Edith, you can hang the clothes out," she instructed, he was about to make
a noise of objection when he quickly realised who he was speaking to. Hannah
in the space of a day had become the most visible and powerful woman in his
life, she had over taken his wife as 'The She Who Must Be Obeyed' person in
his life, and he was coming to terms with being controlled by the young minx,
something he was getting some perverse pleasure from.

"Of course Goddess," he conceded. And took a pile of clothes out and started
to hang them on the line.

Next door, Laurence's father Bill was watching from his kitchen window, "One
minute he's delivering the shopping, now he's hanging out the washing," he
said to himself. "Something next door is not kosher."

Hanson quickly hung the clothes out on the line. The weather had changed a lot
from the previous day, a stiff breeze made it an excellent drying day and the
sheets seemed just about ready to bring in, but Tom can do that, Hanson
thought as he hung a pair of Hannah's knickers on the line. He noticed that
next door was watching him and he quickly hung the remaining clothes and
disappeared inside.

"I want you to go shopping again." Hannah told him. I want you to go to
Dorothy Perkins and buy me some underwear.

"W-what size are y-you Goddess Hannah? He asked

"You just spent enough time looking at my knickers on the line; you tell me."

"Size 10 Goddess Hannah." He replied blushing like a school girl.

"Fucking pervert. When you get there I want you to ask for Lynne." Hannah
instructed him and he didn't hang around to be told twice.

She ran upstairs and interrupted her brother and her best friend making out.

"Come on you've got work to do." Hannah snapped

"You can fuck him when he's finished," she told Janice, "but he ain't going to
be finished for a long time." Hannah grabbed her brother by the hair and
dragged him off their mother's bed. She had never seen her brother fully erect
before, he was quite well hung, but all Hannah saw was an easy target as she
slapped his erection hard with an open hand. She was becoming very comfortable
with her domination of him and hit him again. He was hers to use. His cock and
balls were still very tender from the abuse they received the previous day,
the welts and marks were still very raw and a vivid reminder of what his
sister was capable of. Tom ran down stairs to feed the washing machine again
while Hannah watched as Janice got dressed. "I never thought that you fancied
my brother," Hannah said as Janice pulled on her knickers.

"I'm just caught up in this domination thing, I love to use him, sex is so
different ... so ... much more fun ... ." She laughed "I love it."

Tom had the colours and whites sorted and was putting another pile of clothes
into the washing machine when Bill Gallagher, Laurence's father appeared in
the door way. Tom was naked and was lost in what he was doing, giving Bill
enough time to study the marks and welts that covered Tom's body. Welts that
were exactly the same as the welts Laurence wore.

"What happened to you?" Bill asked. Tom almost jumped out of his skin.

"W-w-what!" He yelped trying to cover himself at the same time, but Bill had
seen all he wanted to see.

"What's going on Tom?" Bill demanded to know. "Who whipped you?"

"P-please, d-don't er.. don't ask. Please" he stammered.

Hannah and Janice heard the voices as they came down the stairs.

"Who is it?" Janice whispered.

"Next door."

"Laurence's dad? What shall we do?"

"What indeed?" Trapping and blackmailing Hanson and her brother had been easy;
Hannah had simply dragged them down a path they wanted to go down anyway, she
was just dragging them at her speed, but Bill Gallagher was a different
proposition entirely. Bill was late forties early fifties, he stood about six
feet tall a little shorter than his son, in fact these days we was smaller
than his son, but he had an edge to him. He was a good man a good father,
living next door to him for many years; she had grown to know him, he rarely
raised his voice, always spoke to her when he saw her, but there was an edge
to him that unnerved her. But he was smaller than Laurence.

They sat on the stairs and listened to the conversation. Tom was saying
nothing, but Gallagher wasn't stupid, it was too much of a coincidence that
Laurence and Tom both had identical welts, both had been beaten and neither
was prepared to shed any light as to how it happened. Then there was Hanson's
very odd behaviour; could it be that Hannah and her little gang of girls had
done this? It seemed ludicrous to even think it, but girls these days were
stronger, more aggressive, but were they capable of such savagery?

"Did Hannah do this to you?" Gallagher asked, the words were out before he
knew he had said them, but instead of laughing off such and allegation Tom
went on a different tack.

"Please Mr Gallagher, don't ... ."

"Hannah!" Gallagher called, "Hannah." And Hannah and Janice walked into the
front room.

"Hannah. Do you know why ... Why is your brother in the nude doing your
laundry?"

"Why is it any of your business?" Hannah demanded to know.

"Because your brother has the same welts and whip marks that Laurence has. Too
much of a coincidence don't you think? And I believe you were the person who
inflicted them." He spoke directly to Hannah. Janice edged her way around him
heading for the back door.

"What's that got to do with him being naked?" Hannah asked.

"I don't know I was hoping you might be able to enlighten me."

"He's my slave." Hannah answered.

Gallagher looked at her incredulously. "What!? People don't keep slaves!" He
snapped

Janice was behind Gallagher and waited until just the right moment. "I don't
believe this. I'm going to call the police," he said and at that moment Janice
swung her foot between his legs slamming her foot into his balls.

Everything that happened next seemed to happen in slow motion. Janice kicked
him so hard she lifted him off his feet and then he fell like a giant Redwood.
Gallagher crashed to his knees, but before he could put his hands down to
protect his balls Janice kicked him again, driving him into the carpet at
Hannah's feet. The two girls jumped on him and in the blink of an eye they
were stripping him. Tom watched in stunned silence as the two girls forced him
on to his back, Hannah sat on Gallagher's chest and ripped open his crisp
white shirt that he always seemed to wear the buttons spat across the carpet
as she ripped open his shirt. Janice sat across the top of his legs and
unclipped the top of his trousers, she yanked down the zipper, flicked off his
shoes, grabbed the cuff of his trousers and swiftly reefed them from his legs
Hannah tore his shirt off.

They worked in silence as Gallagher made a limp attempt to stop their
progress. He was wasting his time, they were becoming very good at stripping
their prey, Bill Gallagher was the fourth they had stripped in twenty four
hours, and he was by far their greatest challenge, but he was no match for
their ferocious attack. Hannah pulled his vest over his head as Janice pulled
off his underpants; they spun him on to his stomach forced his arms behind him
and Hannah snatched the hand cuffs from the table and snapped them around his
wrists and the two girls stood over him; he was theirs! Hannah pushed him on
to his back and grabbed a handful of his balls and squeezed. He yelped like a
puppy. "Oh this is going to be fun." Hannah said to herself as she ground his
balls together.