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At the Mall part 3
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This is the third and final part of At the Mall. Warnings and provisos for
the first part still hold, i.e. lots of humiliation and public sex.
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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.
The End
Vermillion
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