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Chapter 10.
Lin and I lay on the bed for several minutes, recovering from our respective orgasms.
"That was a good one!", Lin smiled.
"Me too." I said quietly.
"You can do that again, some time soon."
"I'd love to." I murmured. Then Lin did something totally unexpected. She leant down and kissed me full on the lips. I was a little shocked, but found myself returning her kiss with a surprising passion. Her lips parted, and her tongue found its' way into my mouth. I returned the compliment, snaking my tongue into her mouth. She tasted sweet. Her skin felt warm and soft against mine. Her hand started to caress my breasts. I groaned out loud. This was a new sensation for me. The gentleness of her feminine caresses were so different from the roughness of Alan, Neil and the others, that they quite literally took my breath away. Before too long I was panting and moaning, my hands found her firm breasts and began to cup and stroke them, I felt her nipples hardening beneath my touch. I was aware of her scent, delicate and pleasing. The warmth and smoothness of her skin were intoxicating me. My head was spinning. I was more aroused than I could ever remember being, I wasn't hot, in the way I was when Alan or Neil were having their way with me, but truly aroused. I was aware of far more than just my own body. I could hear her breathing, taste her breath, feel her pulse.
Suddenly, she broke the kiss. She too was breathing heavily. I could see her beautiful breasts rise and fall rapidly. She looked at me with a meaningful look and said, "We'd better stop this now, or we'll never leave the room! Come on, lets get you ready for tonight, we can do more of this later."
We both stood up. Lin pulled on her knickers, and I felt a small pang of disappointment as her blond bush disappeared from my view. Then her bra, T-shirt and jeans were back on, and she stood looking at me as she had before, with a superior air.
She stood and watched as I brushed my hair and applied a little make-up, still completely naked. The she selected my clothes for the evening. White knickers, (naturally, I had no other kind left), blue jeans, trainers, but no socks, and a white T-shirt. I wasn't allowed a bra. A blue denim jacket completed my outfit for the evening. We went back into the living room where Alan, Neil and Keith were still waiting, drinking beer.
"Are you two finally ready then?" Neil asked irritably. "Only you've been in there ages."
"A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do." Lin retorted, ignoring the looks which passed between the three men. "Come on then, lets go."
"Where are we going?" I asked.
Neil mentioned a name, I'd never heard of it.
"Where's that?"
"It's a village about 15 miles from here." Lin explained. "No-one will know you there. It's got a great little pub. The others will meet us there."
We all got into Lin's car, which wasn't a big one. Lin was driving, Keith in the front. I was in the back between Alan and Neil. The car hadn't reached the end of the road, before they were at me. Neil had his hand up my T-shirt and was squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples, while Alan had his cock out, and had wrapped my hand around it, making me wank him off as we went along. After about five minutes of this they changes over, and my hand was then wrapped around Neil's rapidly swelling organ. As we stopped at some traffic lights Keith and Lin both looked round at us and grinned.
"Enjoying yourself?" Keith asked no-one in particular. Alan and Neil both laughed. I didn't respond. We had reached the outskirts of the city now, and the traffic was much thinner. As the car picked up speed, Neil decided that it would be fun for me to 'show some flesh' as we went along, and so my T-shirt was lifted to reveal my breasts. Keith turned round at this to have a really good look. I felt my face start to flush, and I marvelled again at my transformation. As if I hadn't already done enough out of character, I was now travelling along in full public view with my breasts exposed, and two men happily playing with them as we went along.
The journey continued for perhaps another ten minutes before we started to enter a village. By this time, my nipples were as hard as bullets and I could feel dampness between my legs. Neil and Alan both opened their windows and the cool evening air made my nipples even harder. We pulled into the car park of a large pub, and everyone started to get out. I pulled my T-shirt down as I did so, and was sharply rebuked by Lin. "Don't ever do that again without permission, got that?"
"Yes Lin, I'm sorry."
"When we get inside, you will do exactly as I tell you. Got that?"
"Yes Lin."
I followed them as they led the way into the pub. As the door opened I felt a wave of hot air, smoke, the smell of lots of people and loud music all wash over me. My heart was racing. This was going to be the most extreme evening of my life…. so far.
We made our way through the crowded bar, and found the others seated at a large round table in one corner. As I had been promised, they were all there. Andy, a small weasel of a man was sat furthest from me. I had never liked him and as he surveyed me with his small dark eyes, I started to feel uncomfortable being around him. Richard was different again, a great bear of a man, with powerful arms, a head of dark shaggy hair and a half-eyed, sleepy look that gave the impression that he was not all there. Finally Paul, who pretended to be a Hell's Angel, but who really lived with his mum!
They all said hello in their usual way, before looking first at me, and then at Alan, Neil, Keith and Lin. It was Keith who broke the silence first.
"You'll never believe this, but it's all fucking true lads. I went round to Al's this afternoon and she stripped off in the middle of her living room, gave me a blow job and then thanked me and got me a beer! Fucking brill."
Andy looked sceptical. He turned to me "Is this right then?"
My face flushed. I nodded.
"So, you're up for anything then, like they've been telling us?"
I nodded again. I couldn't look them in the eyes, and so kept my gaze down to the wooden floor boards of the bar.
"So is everything they've told us right then?" Paul asked.
"Like what." I asked.
"Did you shave your twat when Alan told you?"
I nodded.
"Did he put you over his knee and smack your bare arse?"
I nodded again.
"And did you really get off on that?"
"Yes."
Then the questions came in a stampede.
"Did they both fuck you up the arse?"
"Did you wank yourself off while they watched?"
"Did you let Neil finger fuck you until you came?"
"Did you really let that dirty old bastard you work for look up your skirt?"
"Oh it got better than that today lads." Alan cut in. "She stripped for him, let him see the lot, then he smacked her arse and fucked her. Didn't he?" He looked at me. They all did.
I nodded yet again, unable to speak. Feeling totally humiliated, and fantastically sexy.
"And now we get to have some fun with you then." Andy had joined the conversation. "What made you change from being such a stuck up bitch to such a fucking toy then?"
"I don't know." This was entirely true, I had no idea what had made me throw away every principle and shred of dignity I'd had.
"She just loves a good fuck" Neil said. The others laughed, including Lin.
"Well she's come to the right place then, hasn't she." Andy said. More laughter.
"Right. Get off to the bar then and get us some drinks." Neil ordered.
"I can't." I said, "I don't have any money."
"Ask nicely, and I'll give you some." Andy said.
"Can I please have some money Andy."
"Show me your tits first." They all roared with laughter at this. I just sat there, unable to move until I felt a jab in my ribs and turned to see Lin next to me.
"You heard him, show him your tits. Come on, we don't have all bloody night."
I took a deep breath, and quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching. No-one seemed to be, and so I took hold of my T-shirt and quickly lifted it to expose my breasts to their hungry eyes. They cheered, making other people in the pub look round. I quickly dropped my shirt back into place.
"Not bad. Not fucking bad at all." Andy laughed. He handed me a £20 note and said "Get me a pint of bitter."
The others all gave me their orders, and I stood up to go to the bar. Lin pulled me back and said "Anyone gropes you, just ignore it, right."
I made my way to the bar, but had to fight my way through the other customers standing three deep. I'd made it to the bar, and was waiting to be served, when I felt a hand sliding across my bottom. I flinched and looked round to see a middle aged man standing there with a drunken grin on his face. "How are you then sweetheart?"
"Fine, thank you." I turned back to the bar, but he kept on groping my bum, squeezing each cheek in turn. I gritted my teeth, knowing that Lin was probably watching, and enjoying, my shame.
I managed to get served, but there were too many drinks for me to carry on my own, so I had to make several trips. On my second trip, the same drunk took his opportunity to have a good feel of my bum, smiling at me as he did so. When I started back towards the table, he was there again, only this time, he reached out and pinched my left nipple with his thumb and finger. He was obviously in a group, because several of the men around him started to laugh and egg him on. "Good on yer, Rog. I reckon you've pulled there mate." I managed to get away from him, and returned to the table to find them all laughing themselves silly at my predicament. I had one more trip to make to get the last of the drinks, and I was dreading it. As I approached my drunken friend one of his mates called out "Look at this Rog, she can't get enough of you!".
Roger was having the time of his life now. As I went past him he put his arms around me and grabbed both my breasts. I couldn't move because of the press of bodies, and so I had to stand there for what seemed like ages, while he squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples which were still stiff from the car journey. Finally, I was able to shrug him off and got to the bar to collect the last two drinks. I held one in each hand and pressed my arms into my breasts as I started back past him, but this didn't deter him. This time he thrust one hand between my legs, and the other reached round to grab my bum again. I felt his fingers wriggling around in my crotch, whilst his other hand pushed my hips forward. I knew he could feel the lips of my pussy, and what was worse, I could see he knew it too.
I finally managed to get away from him, and as I did so, his friends were laughing and cheering, clapping him on the back and shaking his hand, like he was some sort of hero. By the time I made it back to the table I was on the verge of hysteria.
I turned to Lin and said "I don't think I can go through with this."
"You don't have any fucking choice. Now shut up and drink your beer."
I sat in silence and drank.
A short time later, and it was time for another round of drinks. This time Paul was providing the funds, and I had to lift my shirt again for his amusement. My head was spinning now, and I was dreading going back through the crowd at the bar. As I left the table however, I could see that my tormentor had moved away to another part of the bar. I quickly made my way through, ordered the drinks, and was lucky enough to get a tray this time so that I could carry all the drinks in one journey. Feeling pleased and relieved, I turned to head for the table with the tray in both hands only to come face to face with the groper again.
"Hello darlin'. Have you missed me?" His friends laughed again, and this time I noticed that they had formed a line on either side of me, four or five men long. As I pushed past he caught hold of one of the belt loops on my jeans, pulling me back. Then his free hand was on my bum and was pushing between my legs. I could feel him groping my pussy lips again. He enjoyed himself for a few seconds before passing me on to the next man. Then there were hands everywhere. My breasts were mauled and my nipples pinched, hands were thrust between my legs, and one even pinched my pussy lips through my jeans, which made me yelp. My bottom was stroked, squeezed and pinched until finally, there were tears of anguish and frustration running down my face, which was now bright red with embarrassment.
Finally they let me go, and I returned to my seat with a sob. I was just about ready to walk out when Lin said, "Come with me to the toilet."
I stood and followed her, giving the group at the bar a wide berth. Inside the cubicle she dropped her jeans and knickers and sat on the toilet. I had a brief glimpse of her neat blonde bush as she did so. Then the cubicle was filled with the sound of her urine hitting the porcelain.
"We brought you here because no-one will know you here. You'll never see them again. I don't see why you're getting so upset at this. After what Alan, Neil and your boss have done, I'd have thought this was nothing. So what, some drunken bastards gave you a bit of a goosing. It's nothing to what Neil's done to you, is it. Or Alan. Or any of the rest of them by the end of tonight. What's your problem? You like being humiliated, admit it. That's why you are here tonight, of your own free will, and not sat at home marking books or watching TV."
"It's alright for you, you weren't the one being mauled by that bunch of bastards while the rest of them, and you lot, looked on and laughed."
"Yes, but part of you enjoyed it, didn't you?"
I stopped. I certainly didn't feel like I'd had a good time, but then I wasn't completely used to being a total submissive. Now that I stopped and thought about what had just happened to me, I couldn't deny the thrill of humiliation that was coursing through my veins.
"Well?" Lin asked.
"Yes, I suppose so, but it all felt so out of control. There was nothing I could do to stop them. Supposing they'd started to undress me or something?" I'd meant this to sound as if it was the worst thing that could have happened, but the idea of being stripped by a bunch of total strangers was an immediate turn on. Lin could obviously see this from the look on my face.
"See what I mean? It depends on how you look at it. If you think of it as your fun too, then it's ok. Right?"
"Right." I was forced to admit.
"I had to do what you've just done once. It was just Keith and me. We came to a pub like this one, and he made me go to the bar every time. I complained at first, but he just told me to enjoy it. By the end of the night I was going to the bar on the slightest pretext, buying peanuts, crisps, drinks, anything I could think of. It was the most fantastic, dirty feeling I've ever known, having all those men groping me. At the end of the night Keith made me take off my knickers and give them to the barman. They all stood and watched as I slid them down, thank God I'd been wearing a dress! The whole pub cheered when I handed them over, and the barman pinned them up for all to see, right over the bar. I get hot every time I think of that night, and I can't remember the number of times I've relived it in my mind. It was fantastic!"
"Jesus!, you really enjoyed it?"
"Cross my heart and hope to be spanked!" she giggled.
I considered my feelings. I'd been anticipating this evening all week. I knew I'd be humiliated, that was part of the fun. But I'd been expecting just John's friends, the ones I knew, not a whole pub full of total strangers. Nevertheless, I had to admit, if only to myself, that the thought of the mass-groping I'd just endured was a turn on. If I'd fantasised about what had just happened I'd have climaxed in seconds. Now I had a chance to do it all, and more.
"OK, so what's next?" I asked.
"Great! I knew you'd be up for it. You'll just have to wait and see what comes next!"
She had finished urinating, and wiped her pussy with some tissue before standing and pulling up her knickers as she did so. Again I had the briefest glimpse of her blonde honey pot before it was hidden by the blue cotton of her underwear.
She started to pull up her jeans, but must have noticed the look on my face and paused.
"What's the matter, you want a better look or something?"
I blushed. "As a matter of fact, yes" I said.
She smiled at me, dropped her hands to her sides and said "Help yourself".
My mouth had gone dry, and my fingers trembled slightly. I knelt in front of her and took hold of the waistband of her knickers. I started to pull them down, and felt a thrill of pleasure as her bush came into view. I pulled them down until they were half way down her thighs, then I just looked at her lovely quim. It was very neat. Her bush was neatly trimmed, and her outer lips fitted together perfectly, hiding her inner flower. Her clit was just barely visible at the top of her slit. I wanted to kiss it, lick it, push my tongue between those delicate folds. I could smell her, and this sent my pulse racing again. I was about to put my lips to hers when she pulled up her knickers, and then her jeans.
"That's enough for now. I might let you have another look later. Come on. We need to get back."
"No, wait, I need to go."
"You can't. I won't let you. Come on back with me now."
Feeling a little puzzled, I followed her back to the bar. We re-took our seats, and found someone else had bought the next round of drinks. I sipped mine, thinking of the conversation we had just had.
The conversation buzzed around me but I didn't take much part. I was still a bit shocked, not only by my treatment at the hands of so many strangers, but also by my reaction to it. I definitely felt randy now, and uppermost in my thoughts was the image of Lin's pussy.
"Come on, get that drink down, we're all waiting for you to finish so you can get another one in." It was Alan this time. They seemed to be taking it in turn to goad me tonight. They had insisted that I had drunk pints of beer all night, and I still had over half of mine left. Plus, I could feel the pressure building in my bladder.
"I'll be fine. I don't want another one yet" I said.
"You don't have the choice. Drink that down now, and get off to the bar."
I forced the remainder of the pint down and asked Alan for some money.
"What's the password then?" He laughed.
I lifted my shirt again, and they cheered again. I took the money and made for the bar. The pub was much more crowded now, and there was a great mass of bodies between me and the bar. I'd pushed my way through until I was almost there, enduring any number of gropes to my breasts and bottom as I did so. My old friends were there again, although more drunk this time. Two of them caught me in between them sandwiching me and preventing me from moving forwards or backwards.
"We think you must like it here, love." One of them slurred.
"Please, just let me go to the bar would you."
"Not until we get a feel of your tits. We've seen you flashing them for that lot all night, now we want a quick feel."
Without waiting for a reply, one of them began to tug at the hem of my shirt. "My God!" I thought, "They're going to strip me!"
I struggled to get away, but they each had a firm grip on me. The one at my front had now got his hand inside my T-shirt and was pushing up. His hand closed on my left breast and began to squeeze it painfully. I squirmed and tried to get away, but his friend, who was behind me had now also got a hand inside my T-shirt and was busily groping for my right breast. They were both laughing now, and mauling my sensitive breasts. Just as quickly as they had started, they let go of me.
"Lovely pair of jugs you've got there love, really lovely. Come back later and let us have another feel, yes?"
I rearranged my shirt and went to the bar. Again, as I waited, some drunk started to grab my bottom. I didn't move, or look round, until the hand wound round my waist and began to find its' way between my legs. I turned instinctively to see who it was and came face to face with my earlier torturer, Roger. As I made eye contact with him he smiled and winked at me. I tried to push his hand away, but he was persistent. I tried to move away, turning and trying to evade the invading fingers. Then I felt his hand move up to the button of my jeans and begin to fumble with it. I felt the button pop open, and became desperate to get away. At that moment, the drinks order came, and I had to stay to pay for it. His hand continued to grope around my waist band, clearly feeling for the zip. I felt my heart race with alarm. I tried to push his hand away again, without success. The barman was taking an age to come back with my change, and all the time this stranger's hand was trying to undress me. I turned to him and said "Don't, please.", trying to look appealing to him. He just smiled again and said "It's only a little feel love. Nothing to worry about, is it?"
Finally I saw the barman returning. I held out a hand for the change, whilst trying to fend of the hand at my waist band. I took the change at the same moment I felt the fingers find the tab of my zip. A surge of adrenaline shot through me as the zip began to slowly descend. I grabbed the tray of drinks and turned sharply, causing my assailant to lose his grip. Now all I had to do was get back to the table without some other bastard trying the same trick. I tried to barge my way through, but they were too many for me and so I was reduced to calling "Excuse me please." Some moved to let me through, some recognised me from earlier and stopped me for a quick feel. All the hands went to my breasts, bottom or crotch, and then one with a familiar feel to it reached for my zip. I looked round anxiously, and was alarmed to see Roger again. By now, he looked seriously drunk, but his face was contorted with concentration as he fumbled to open my jeans. "That's it, love. Just a quick feel of your goodies. I know you wont mind" he slurred. A large group was in front of me, blocking my way back to the table, and paying no attention to me at all. Roger had found what he was looking for, and I heard the blood pounding in my ears as I felt the zip begin its' slow descent.
"There we are then. Nice and easy. You just stay there while I have a quick fumble, love. Won't be a minute."
When it was about half way down he let go and began to insert his hands into my jeans. I looked about frantically for an escape, but could see none. I called out to the group in front of me "Will you please excuse me.", but they either didn't hear or didn't care. All the time the invading fingers were pushing into my jeans. My only bit of luck seemed to be that the zip had held instead of lowering further. However, Roger had still got his hand into the position where he was pushing his fingers under the waist band of my knickers. I was desperate.
"Please let me go. Please don't do this. Please."
"It's just a bit of fun, love. Just a quick feel of your bits. I know you like it, come on, let me have a feel."
I tried one last time to lurch forward without success, and then I felt the fingers slip down, over my shaven mound, in one swift movement, and between my legs. I heard him grunt with satisfaction behind me and felt him pushing his body into mine.
"Oh, there we are. Lovely. Shaved it I see. Very nice."
His fingers started to rub at the lips to my pussy, and then suddenly, one had slipped between my wet lips and found my clit. Waves of pleasure and humiliation swept through me. My knees almost collapsed. I wanted to scream, but knew I couldn't. Instead I stood there while a complete stranger rubbed my clit. Then he slipped his hand down further and I felt a finger penetrate my tunnel. I was unable to move at all, as he pushed his finger in and out of me.
"See, I told you you'd like it. Lovely and wet aren't you. Must be all that attention we've been giving you all night. I knew you liked it. You can tell, you know. Now lets have a quick feel of those lovely jugs of yours my darlin'."
His other hand now reached round and pushed under my T-shirt. Stupidly, I held on tight to the tray of drinks, and even lifted it out of the way of his ascending hand so that I wouldn't spill anything. His hand climbed quickly until he was able to cup first my left and then my right breast. He pinched my nipples again. Then he licked at my neck. I was absolutely paralysed.
"You're a bit tasty you, aren't you. Nice tits. I love a shaved pussy."
His fingers now returned to my clit and began to rub in long, even strokes from my clit to the entrance to my tunnel, and back again. My brain clouded as the sensations surged through me.
Then suddenly, I felt him withdraw his hands from my pussy and breasts. I was free to go.
"Thanks for that love. Lovely. Come back any time you want a quick feel won't you."
I staggered back to the table, trying to cover my half-open jeans with the drinks tray. When I finally did make it back Alan and Neil told me off for taking so long.
"What kept you? We've been waiting hours. Move your fat arse next time."
"What happened?", Lin asked.
I told her, briefly.
"What, he fingered you right here? Hands down the jeans and everything? Dirty old bugger!" and she giggled again.
"Lin, I need to go to the toilet really badly now."
"Yes, ok. But not the ladies. You have to use the gents. And not the cubicle, either. You have to stand at the urinal."
"Jesus Christ Lin. I can't do that. What if someone comes in?"
"Oh, they're bound to, it's really busy in here now. You've just got to do it, or else wet yourself."
The pressure in my bladder was building rapidly. I'd drunk quite a lot of liquid during the evening. I didn't want to suffer the indignity of wetting myself in front of them all, and so I reluctantly stood and started to make my way to the gents toilet on the other side of the bar. Lin caught hold of my arm before I could leave.
"And make sure you drop your jeans and knickers to at least your knees. I want your audience to have a good view. And make sure you ask permission to use the urinal.
My mind was racing as I made my way to the toilets. I had just been ordered to put on a pee show for anyone who happened to wander in. My body was still recovering from having my most intimate places played with in a public bar, and now I was off to show them to anyone and everyone.
I stopped a few feet from the entrance to the gents. I could still go back. I could sneak into the ladies and relieve myself. But then if Lin found out, what other form of torture would she think up for me?
I took a deep breath and made my way to the door. I pushed it open and was hit by the smell of urine and the sound of voices. There must have been six men in there. They turned round to look in my direction as I went in.
"Fuckin' hell. What are you doin' in 'ere love?"
"Could I use the toilet please?" I stammered.
"Help yourself darlin'"
With my heart pumping like an express train I went to the urinal, turned my back to it and began to open my jeans. "If I'm going to do this, then I might as well make a real show of it.", I thought.
I pushed my jeans down, past my knees, to my ankles. Then I took hold of my knickers and pushed them down too. There was a stunned silence in the toilet as they all watched intently. I squatted down so as not to pee in my own jeans, then I let my muscles relax, and I started to pee. I could hear the flow as it struck the porcelain and I sighed out loud at the release of the pressure inside me. For a moment, I had forgotten my audience, but then one of them said. "Fuck me, she's shaven. Come and have a look, her cunt's completely bald." They all gathered round watching me pee into the urinal, making various lewd comments about my body. Finally, I had finished. I quickly pulled up my knickers and jeans, and practically ran from the toilets. I quickly made my way back to the table, and rejoined the group.
"Right, finish your drink, we're going." Lin said.
"Going where?"
"Back to your place, stupid. The night's just getting started."
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