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At the Mall
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At the Mall
part 3
She got up slowly, feeling throbbing in her cunt and her
whole body. He brushed another kiss over the top of her head and
winked at the boys, who scattered quickly.
"Lunch, Alice", he said, "You've been good, part way done".
They walked towards the escalator to go down. He stepped on
first, and she followed, gingerly. He was lower than she was,
and it was easy for him to rest his hand on her ass. He started
rubbing it, and she turned a hip towards him so that he couldn't
reach.
"No, no, Alice", he warned with a happy sound in his voice.
He wasn't mad, he was having a great time. Malls could be so
much fun. He massaged her ass, pushing her skirt into the crack.
He could see her stiffen and felt good about it.
They walked towards the food court circus, threading their
way through a maze of shoppers. He found a small table, probably
the only one empty. There were hundreds of people, in winter
coats, talking and laughing and snarfing down mall food. She
didn't feel so hungry all of a sudden, but sat down anyway. She
was careful to lift her skirt, the way he told her to, and tried
to do it so that no one noticed. Her cunt was demanding
attention, she wanted to touch herself. She felt the plastic of
the seat very clearly, and knew that her wetness would make sure
she stuck to the chair. It was going to hurt when she stood up,
and hurt her thighs and ass.
"I'll get you something - cheese sandwich?". She nodded,
and he went off. She tried to squirm a little, thinking that
might help. But no, it just looked odd, and didn't help. She
was going to try and not attract attention to herself, as she sat
still. The noise in the place was huge, but she turned sharply,
as did everyone else in the place, when a child shouted loudly.
The child was clearly playing and all right, but Alice was not.
The chain between her nipples swung wildly with her body
movement and tugged on the clamps. She instinctively reached her
right hand to her left breast. She realized that her concern was
more for the clamp than her nipple. She suspected that if a
clamp came off, he would make her replace it here.
What was taking him so long?, she thought. She turned,
more sedately this time, towards the sandwich place. She
couldn't see her lover, but she did notice two men sitting
together, and clearly looking at her. As she met a pair of deep
grey eyes, one man raised his glass towards her. The other
smiled and touched his chest with his right hand. She blushed
deeply and realized they had been watching for a while. She
automatically looked down and could see that the nipple clamps
were sticking out, one sideways, the other straightforward,
making a small tent at the front of the blouse.
She looked back towards the men, and saw that they had
risen and were walking towards her. They were slightly younger
than she was, but seemed vastly confident as they sauntered
towards her. Where *was* her lover?, she thought impatiently,
and then realized how nervous she felt about men she didn't know
in this situation. The men reached her table, and the one with
the glass stood behind her and reached a hand to her shoulder.
"Hello, sweetheart", he said, "your skirt seems a little
disordered, too". She couldn't look up. She kept her eyes down,
heart pounding, and said nothing.
"Don't you want to talk to us, or explain those little
lumps in the front of your blouse?" The second one asked, in a
tone that a thoughtless executive would have used with an errant
secretary. "My name is Dave, my friend is Don, and we think you
are very good looking." She could see that he was wearing a
department store name tag.
The hand on her shoulder slid forward and down. She held
her breath. She wasn't quite sure what she should do in this
situation. Then, her lover walked up to the table, and she could
exhale again.
"Hello", Don said in a neutral tone. He could be a total
stranger or a good friend of her lover's.
She looked up towards her lover and he was smiling at her.
He put the food down on the table.
"Eat", he said to her.
She picked up the sandwich and started chewing. She knew
her lover had a set of friends she knew only by name, if that. He
was active in a racquetball club and league, and had numerous
friends from years there. He had told her about some of the
parties they had, bachelor parties, and a yearly Christmas party.
The parties weren't quite his style, he preferred to be more in
control than copious quantities of booze allowed, but he did
enjoy the entertainment. And the time the naked stripper had
covered his chest with whipped cream and licked it off wasn't
too bad. He wasn't beyond setting up something, nor was he
adverse to playing with utter strangers. He loved the shock.
"I'm Dave, this is Don, we were just telling your
girlfriend she's good looking". If they weren't friends of his,
they had more balls than she cared to think about.
"Yes, she is", her lover replied, "but she's my slave, not
girlfriend. I wouldn't have such a slut as a partner". She
blushed hotly and felt the moisture between her legs. Friends,
or not, she might meet these two outside of this scene. They
were the type who would never look without leering, if given a
freehand. "Those are nipple clamps in her blouse. Unbutton two
or three, Alice".
She looked up at him. She was a little surprised, but not
much. She didn't looked at him, pleading a little, but he
nodded at her. She fumbled at the blouse, and unbuttoned the
first. And stopped. No one said anything, and she undid the
next. The blouse was open to the level between her breasts. The
sides held together tolerably well, covering her nipples. But
you could easily see the chain between the clamps. The hand on
her shoulder, Don's hand, she thought, reached down to the chain.
He tugged on it, lightly, and it seemed as if he was pulling
sensation from deep inside of her up to the tips of her hard
nipples. She breathed hard, out through her nose. He then
grabbed the chain, and with one hand, jerked it off her nipples,
and pulled it out of her blouse. She gasped, the surge of blood
into them was intense. They were larger, harder and more
sensitive than they had been for a while.
Two people at the next table stood up and left suddenly.
People must be noticing, she thought. She had only taken two
bites of her sandwich, but knew she couldn't eat any more.
"Alice, is it", said Dave, "Alice, you can button up". She
did nothing, tried to make herself not there.
"Go ahead", said her lover gently. And she did.
Don swung the chain in one hand. "What else are you
wearing in the way of jewelry, gorgeous?"
"Show him, Alice" said her lover. She just shook her head.
"Is that a no?" he asked, gentleness gone. She shook her head
harder.
Don's hand moved from her shoulder to her upper arm. He
started to pull her up.
"Go with him, obey him". She turned to her lover, eyes
wide. "Remember your orders". She nodded and rose. Her thighs
slowly unstuck from the plastic seat. They felt tender as the
skirt fell down around her knees. She didn't look back as she let
the strange man guide her with a strong grip. Something was
prearranged. How, what she didn't know, nor did she ask. Mine
is not to ask why, she thought and smiled at the joke, mine is
only to be used and probably cry. As they walked through the
crowds, he chatted with her, pointing out his favorite stores.
They moved towards the department store of the tag. She didn't
say anything, trying to stand straight, trying to calm herself,
but feeling sexy and desired.
He steered her to the upper floor, past housewares and fine
china, talking about people who worked in this department or
that. He stopped in front of an unmarked door. He took out a
key, unlocked the door, and held it open for her. He ushered her
in, pulling the door behind him, but she noticed that it did not
click. She stopped on the other side. This was clearly a
storage space for larger items, dimly lit, boxes piled on both
sides of the passage. He took her upper arm again, and moved
forward with her. They turned a corner, but the surroundings
didn't change. The passage was a dead end, here, maybe fewer
boxes.
He seemed to know exactly where to go and she suspected
that it was an often used rendezvous space. He stopped at a
waist high box and took her chin in his hand. He tilted her face
up towards him and stared at her. He pulled her towards him,
brushing his lips over hers. The slight kiss sent shivers up her
body. He noticed, and then putting more pressure on her arm and
pulling her towards him, forced his tongue between her lips.
She passively let him probe her mouth. With his other hand, he
reached around to her blouse and started unbuttoning it. He
reached inside and fondled her breasts. He pinched her still
sensitive nipples, until they were erect and pulsing. He stepped
back and looked at her. She still kept her eyes down. She
suddenly remembered that she was not to let any men touch her.
She stepped back suddenly.
He grasped her hips and turned her around to face the box.
He bent her at the waist, pushing her over and forcing her to
lie over the top of the box. He lifted the back of her skirt.
"Wait, no touching", she started to say.
"Shut up", he said, "raise your hips", and she stood up on
tiptoes, bracing herself with her arms. He lifted her skirt up
over her hips, careful not to touch her. He bunched up the skirt
and tucked it securely into her waistband. He patted her bare
ass and she jumped again. When he didn't touch her again, she
lowered herself back down onto the box. The box was high enough
that she could easily rest her upper body on it. She pushed
close to the box, her thighs touching the side. He stood back,
watching and then grabbed her hips. He pulled her backwards so
that the edge of the box was at her waist. Her ass was stuck
out, and she felt goosebumps spring out all over. She could feel
the chain between the labia clamps swinging.
He said nothing, did not touch her again. But she could
tell he was still right behind her, silent and still. Finally he
spoke.
"I want you to spread your legs". This man, Don, was
giving orders, sexual orders. She obeyed, a pastiche of fear and
desire. She spread them wide, and worried if he would touch her
again, if he was going to fuck her. Her hips were high and he
could probably see her cunt. She wondered where her lover was,
if he was watching, and if she would be punished because the man
had touched her. He stood behind her silently for several long
minutes.
"I want to see more of you, I want to see your cunt". He
sounded very sure of himself, knowing that he would get what he
wanted. She bent over a little more. He said nothing, waiting.
She pulled on her labia, near the clamps, widening her vagina,
sending a small jolt to her clit. He leaned towards her, and as
his hand reached her ass, she jerked, and tried to say something.
"Please, I'll get in trouble, you can't.." she started.
The hand stopped, but did not pull away.
"You seem to have mixed feelings" he said, "your body and
your tone give a different message than the no of your words".
She was silent for a moment, but still the warm hand stayed
on her ass. Slowly, it pulled one cheek wide. She felt his
other hand slip over her ass. He jerked on the chain and pulled
it off. The pain was sharp, immediate.
"Really, no", she said, breathing hard, "I can't, I'm under
orders".
"Not to mention the problems of being naked and exposed in
front of a stranger who might just rape you". The hands did not
move from her ass.
"Yes, that too". She wondered about that, but trusted her
lover to take care of her. She had to, now. The hands moved
away from her ass.
Suddenly a red hot sting lanced over her body. It took a
moment to realize it was her ass, and still another to recognize
the feel of a familiar belt. "Alice", it was her lover, sounding
angry. Another burning stripe fell across both cheeks. He must
have come in behind them.
"I told you not to let anyone touch you". Several more
blows fell as she bit hard on her lip. She didn't try to argue
or explain, but accepted his punishment. Her whole body was
responding.
"For now, let him do what he wants. It pleases me, and you
don't, not now". His last words stung nearly as much as the belt
had.
She didn't move, and tried to keep breathing. Don reached
back towards her red ass, and spread her open again.
"Tight hole" said Don, his fingers from one hand curving
inward, brushing over her anus. He was calm, as if nothing
unusual had happened. He moved his hands away. She heard a tear
of paper, a snap of latex. The hands came back, in gloves, now.
"Mmmm", said her lover, "She pretends not to like butt
fucking, but she loves to be touched. She's fairly pliable now,
she understands the belt."
"Aren't they all like that". It was Dave, the other man.
An audience. Her thoughts got no further because a finger from
each hand hooked inside of her anus, and pulled it open.
"Very tight indeed", Don said, sliding a third finger in.
She moaned. He wedged a fourth finger in, and stroked in and out
of her, till she was rocking her hips, trying to increase the
pace. He reached a thumb around and put pressure on her clit.
She thrust her cunt towards his hand. He wouldn't move his
thumb, just pressed it. Without friction or movement she
couldn't come.
"More", she breathed, "more". She heard a laugh in the
background.
"Let me take over", her lover said. The fingers pulled
out, the hands fell away. She didn't move, she didn't try to
pull her skirt down. Her ass was still warm.
"Alice, you have done well. Although strictly speaking you
didn't expose yourself to him, he exposed you. But close
enough". With the last words he thrust his cock into her cunt,
forcing her up on tiptoes. She hadn't expected it, but it was
wonderful. She felt filled, a receptacle for his cock, his
semen, his feelings. It was good, he cared for her, wanted her.
"Stand back from the box" he said, not pulling out. She
moved back, standing a bit straighter, careful not to dislodge
him. The skirt was still firmly tucked up. But she wasn't well
balanced.
"Turn 90 degrees", she moved with little steps to face Don,
who reached out and pulled her blouse open. He caressed her
breasts and then pulled her nipples down, forcing her to bend
strongly at the waist. She nearly fell over, but her lover held
her hips.
"Bend over all the way, grasp your ankles. Spread your
legs wider". She did, breasts hanging low. He started to move
in her, pulling her back and forth with his hands, nearly lifting
her off the ground. She moved with him, closing her eyes,
letting the feelings envelope her. With one hand he reached
around stroked her clit. She could feel the orgasm being
gathered from the corners of her body, sweeping into her clit.
She licked her open lips and snapped her head back. Over and
over she was flooded with the sense of his power and jerked her
body in response. Her body wanted to stand up, but he lay
heavily on top of her, holding her down, driving her feelings
inward. Then, as he started to come, he pushed into her more
forcefully, pushing harder on her, keeping her bent double. She
could feel his sweat dripping onto her. Finally, he dug his
hands into her shoulders and bit her neck. He stopped and put
his arms around her waist and pulled her up. The two other men
started clapping.
"Well, Alice, you managed to do everything I asked. Do you
want to go home?"
Home? She thought, a little confused. No, she wanted to
be touched and fucked and fucked. But, she supposed, that they
would eventually have to go shopping again.
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