My Awakening

My Awakening

 

Part 2

 

While Susan was under the counter, I decided to open up a new register for her. I grabbed the change box from next to her and counted out the starting till. I was interrupted a couple times by customers, but nothing important happened. Susan and I made small talk, and eventually she got around to asking what happened to her. She said she had always considered me attractive, but what had happened earlier confused her. I finished with the second register and scooted back to look at her while we talked. She was still sitting with her feet to her sides, holding her legs with her arms, and her skirt pulled up to her waist like a belt. Of course she didn't put any underwear on. She's never going to wear underwear again, assuming I keep this power or the commands I gave her stay if the power does disappear, and she didn't even get out from under the counter to get any. She continued, saying that she was really embarrassed when that boy was fondling her, and she's very confused why she didn't do anything to stop it. Then, when I was masturbating her and she hated it but couldn’t stop it. She was glad it happened, of course, but she didn't understand what happened to her, why she acted the ways she did.

She was no longer embarrassed about having her pussy exposed to me, as it had been a while. In fact, she liked when I looked at it, I could tell. Watching her sit like that and her reminding me of what just happened started to get me hard. I willed her to see that I was getting aroused. She glanced at my crotch, and stopped mid sentence to unzip me and pull out my dick, which she immediately started sucking. She got balanced on her feet with her legs spread so that I could watch her finger herself and rub her clit. I scooted in a bit when I saw a car pull up and a couple college boys get out. They came into the store, and the bell dinged. Susan didn't even slow down. She didn't move in response to the bell at all, just kept working my dick and her pussy. The college kids each grabbed a bottle of booze and came up to the counter. They asked me if I was alright.

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"Well, you're sweating and breathing kinda hard."

"Oh, don't think anything of... it.... Ugh! Oh! Ahhhhhh!...Um...", At the same time I said 'Ugh', Susan began screaming into my cock with her orgasm, which lasted about twenty seconds. She was deep throating my dick the whole time, and she drank all of my cum. I stopped time. This was kind of awkward, but I decided to have some fun with it. I said to the two young men, "When you leave here, you will remember only that you came in here and bought your liquor, nothing peculiar happening."

I scooted back and looked down at Susan, with her mouth still open to take my cock. Her eyes were closed in extacy and she had two fingers in her snatch, her thumb on her clit. I pulled up her shirt to expose her breasts and told her to keep her clothes as they currently are as best she can, unless told otherwise by me. I also told her that she was unable to speak, or to make any noise with her mouth except moans of pleasure, and I told her she could not get angry or cry about this until the two boys left. I scooted back into place, with my dick in her mouth, and started time again. The young men just looked at me for a moment and started chuckling softly. One of them said, "Haha, yeah, you're more than fine, huh?!"

I scooted back, put myself away and zipped up. I glanced down at Susan who was holding her shirt and skirt up. She was bright red and looking at me in what I could only assume was a pleading manner. One boy made a joke, and the other congratulated me. I told Susan to get up and sit on her stool. She did, and she tried to cover her breasts with the arm holding her shirt, and moved the elbow holding her skirt in front of her mound. Her legs were clenched shut, but she did not put down her shirts or skirt. The boys got quiet and stared, apparently not sure what to say. They hadn't expected this, and I didn't think they would.

"Arms to the side, Susan! Let them see what you have.", I commanded her. She looked at me pleadingly, but moved her arms out of the way. Her face was still as red as it was under the table. She wouldn't take her eyes off of me. "Look at the nice boys, cunt.. And spread your legs so they get a good view of your snatch, too."

Not only did she spread her legs, but she scooted forward and leaned back so that her pussy was pointed at them more directly, and spread her legs as far as it looked like they could go.

"Wow", said one of the boys, "She just does whatever you say?"

"Yep, no matter what."

"Seriously?", the boy seemed slightly embarrassed, and his friend was letting him do all the talking.

"Yeah, anything I say. Is there anything you want her to do?"

"Well... yeah, could you.... have her... you know, play with herself?"

"Bitch, play with yourself.", and Susan, watching the two boys, began to finger herself with two fingers and rub her clit with her thumb, using the hand that was holding her skirt. It's not going anywhere with her like this. The problem was she looked like she was doing it only because I told her to, which I realized was, in fact, the case. I added, "You'd better orgasm within two minutes, too, after which you may stop playing with yourself."

At first, she simply made a face that was full of worry. Then, though the worry remained, she began rocking slightly to rub her mound against her working hand and began softly moaning. Soon, she began moving her mouth to form well defined "Oooh"s and "Aahh"s. She began rocking and fingering herself harder. She never took her eyes off of the boys. Her head was down, as if trying to pull her eyes away from them, or to hide a small amount of her shame. I didn't care, this was classic. The big O hit. It lasted for around fifteen seconds and she immediately moved her hand back to her skirt when it ended, giving the boys a great view of her swollen, red pussy. She was frowning and worried, but still holding her position and looking at the boys.

I paused time then, to tell the boys not to say anything or to move to stop anything from happening until they left, not to be so bashful, and started it back up again. "Stand up on the counter and turn around towards me with your ass to them, but keep looking them each in the eye.", and she did just that, though I had to help her onto the counter. She kept her torso twisted, slightly, so she could keep looking at the boys. I told her to spread her feet three feet and equidistant from one of the boys' bottles of booze. This bottle had about a five inch neck and a plastic safety lid. Bitch, slowly, over the span of, say, thirty seconds, wave your ass back and forth as you move downward to put the bottle in your pussy. Make a show of it. Try to turn those two on. You may let go of your clothes while you do this, and you must spread your ass cheeks, to give them a good view of what you have, until you put the bottle in your cunt".

She did exactly as I said. While she did this, I walked to the other side of the counter to watch her face. She made a circle with her waste as she went down, slowly, and kept her ass-cheeks apart to show off her brown-eye and pussy. She was frowning and worried still, but I really didn't expect that to change. When she got low enough, she placed on hand on the counter, for balance, and the other one held the bottle where it was. She didn't even pause before, at the same pace at which she danced down, she slid her pussy down onto the five inches of the bottle neck. I watched her face as she did it, and she bared her teeth in pain. It took a few seconds for the pain to mostly leave her face, though some stayed.

"Lean down as far as you can and arch your back. Fuck the bottle, but slowly, to reduce any damage your pussy might endure. Angle the bottle if you need to. Do nothing else."

She began to slide up the length of the bottle neck, and the pain came back to her face. It took her a good three seconds to get up to near the top before sliding back down. Three seconds each way. I paused time. I don't know if these boys are sadists, but chances are they aren't. I told her to act like there was no pain at all, to act neutral, as though she didn't care about fucking the bottle one way or the other, but only to act. I started time, and the pain faded from her face. She just kept fucking the bottle. Up... down... up... down... up... down.

I saw someone else pull up, and I went outside non-chalantly. I did the whole time-stop trick that I was now getting accustomed to and told the middle-aged lady that she wouldn't consciously realize that the girl on the counter or the two boys were there, but that she would also not interfere with what was going on in any way. I got back to where I was, started time again, and walked back inside. Susan's torso was at about a 20 degree angle, which is quite dexterous for what she was doing on the counter. One hand was holding the bottle at about a 35 degree angle while she fucked it, the other hand was holding most of the weight from her torso so that she didn't fall down, and her feet were still three feet apart. One of the boys was fondling her ass cheeks. The other boy saw me come in, and touched his friend on the shoulder. The boy immediately removed his hands from her ass, but I motioned that he could continue. I began to wonder why Susan would allow him to do that, but then I remembered the order to 'do nothing else', which would include stopping them from doing things to her.

I got behind the counter, and I watched for a couple minutes as Susan fucked the bottle neck and the one boy fondled her ass. The other boy seemed to get more comfortable and reached for one of her tits. It was hard for him to reach, but he did. He slid his hand up under her shirt to play with it. He played with her tit, lightly pinching her nipple once in a while, and the first boy reached under her and carefully started playing with her clit. I told them they could continue, but I also wrung them up for what they got. They silently payed, and went back to what they were doing. The middle-aged lady came up, walked around the boys, and set her food right next to Susan. The boys stopped what they were doing, looking back and forth between the lady and Susan, who was still going at it. The lady payed for her groceries and left, as though nothing odd was happening. The boys seemed confused for a moment, but then began playing with Susan again.

I walked around to watch, and I noticed the first boy was not only playing with her clit, but actually fingering her asshole with his other hand's middle finger, too. I though he was simply massaging her ass cheek before. He slowed down when I noticed, but I motioned for him to continue. He actually started fingering her asshole faster. Susan looked at him again. She looked like she was simply in the same embarrassment she had been, but there was also something else. As though trying to ask him to stop through her looks. I had thought it was kind of weird that these strangers would do this, but I had told them not to be bashful, so maybe that was it. Either way, I was enjoying the show.

"Get on your knees and lean back, but keep your legs spread. Use the hand holding the bottle to fuck your pussy with the bottle, since you won't be able to do that in your new position. Use your other hand to hold yourself up in this new position, and lean as far back as you can without falling. Kiss back anyone who kisses you"

The boys stopped what they were doing while she was rearranging herself, but once she settled down they began again. She was now moving the bottle in and out at least once every second. I supposed it didn't hurt as badly. her back was still arched. The boy fondling one tit could now reach both, and he took the hint and began to kiss her, which grew into sheer making out. The one fingering her ass stopped playing with her clit, and began to unzip. I stopped time, and told the boys to leave. I told Susan that she would stay in that position until I tell her she could move. She would finger herself due to the lack of the bottle which the boy would soon take.

The boys left with their bottles, one with pussy juice all over it, and Susan immediately began crying. She held her position and fingered herself, but she looked at me and asked between sobs, "Can I... please stop?.. My vagina... and butt... both hurt bad... Why... did you let them... do that?... Why did he... do it... to my butt? Ow... my vagina... hurts... please?!'

"Fine, you may stop, but get back under the counter until I tell you to get out and start working."

"Thank you!", she said as she stopped. She was still crying when she got down there and I sat back down, but then she noticed I was somewhat hard, and gave me head once again. She was crying most of the way through, but she stopped when we both orgasmed. She was stuffy and sniffly when she began talking again. She asked me about what happened to her again, but she also asked me why I let those boys be so mean to her. She asked a lot of questions, but that's what it boiled down to.

I looked down at her, and she was in the position with her feet on either side of her ass again. I told her, "You will never ask me for reasons ever again. That I pay attention to you and tell you to do things is more than enough, and you'd better do everything I say without questioning it from now and forever into the future."

"Yes, sir." She said. She actually appeared happier. Maybe because she (after her transformation) liked it when I was firm, or maybe because I was looking at her. Either way, her slight sobs disappeared.

She was down there for another couple hours, but then I told her to start working as we got busy. She seemed completely normal for most the rest of the night. Then, about half an hour before midnight, which is closing time, The Trio came in. I glanced at Susan, who seemed to get slightly worried. She turned back to her work when she saw me looking. I bet she thought I was going to have her do things with those three. She may have been right. The three looked around as they walked to the counter, and then began making small talk with me. We talked for about five minutes. I payed special attention to what they were wearing.

The brunette was wearing a black tube top, and it looked like there was no bra at all under it. I had always admired her tits. She had to have Ds, or maybe bigger, and yet they, along with the rest of her body, were still firm and healthy looking. Maybe they were fake. She was wearing some pretty tight khakis that didn't quite get to her ankles. She had sandals on. From what I could see, she was tan and firm, like she kept herself healthy with food, exercise, and lotion.

The blond had what I imagined to be C-cups, and she was hiding them beneath a fuzzy pink sweater that didn't have sleeves, but did have a turtle neck. I though it looked kind of funny, particularly in the heat, but I have no fashion sense. I couldn't quite tell, but I was pretty sure she was wearing a bra under it. She was wearing a white, khaki skirt that fluttered around as she walked and was short enough that I imagined the fluttering of the skirt might reveal her ass if she took a big enough step. Those skirts never do reveal anything, though. She had on high heeled sandal looking things. Maybe they were shoes, but I wouldn't call them that. Like the brunette, the blond was tan and firm. I'd have to say she's more shapely than the brunette, but the brunette's huge rack made up for that.

The tall one was wearing one of those dresses that can just be slid right into or out of. It had a floral design on a dark blue background and it's length was down to about four inches below her ass. I would be lying if I said I knew what flowers were in the design, but they were yellow. She had on the same kind of shoes as the blond. Her tits were the smallest of them, but they were still probably a large B or small C. I could see that she did, indeed, have a bra on, since the dress was thin enough to let me see the lines of it. I kept wondering if she would turn around and bend over far enough to let me see her underwear, or if it was possible to see it if she did. At that moment, she did exactly that. She turned around and bent down, touching the ground with one hand, then got back up and turned back around. When she bent over, I could make out the very bottom of her ass cheeks. She was either wearing a thong or no underwear at all. She was firm like the other two, but she was skinnier. She looked just slightly skinnier than Susan, but she was taller, so they were probably the same mass.

The tall one looked around at the other two and myself, and said, "Woah, I fell. Whoops.", then the conversation continued as it was. Haha, with my time stopping and mind control ability, I almost forgot about this one. I looked at the brunette, and imagined her pulling down her tube top to reveal her full breasts. Of course she did it, and her tits were amazing. She obviously didn't realize her tube top was down immediately, and neither of the other two were looking at her. After what was probably three seconds, she realized I was staring at her tits, and she realized her tube top was down. She turned around while pulling it up and in place and started laughing at herself, saying, "Oh my god! I'm so embarrassed!". She and the others laughed about it, and it was made light of. Apparently the blond told her that she shouldn't wear that top in the very case that it fell down and exposed her while she was dancing. The brunette agreed, after that.

I had to do it. I stopped time. I began with the brunette. I told her that she would do anything I told her to, and their were other variables. Variable one; When I gave her a command, she would not realize I gave her the command in any way. She would think I was acting perfectly normal. Variable two; If what she was doing due to these commands was uncomfortable or unusual in any way, she would not bother anyone else with it. She would not seek help in stopping what she was doing, she would not apologize for it or ask other people about it, nothing. She could, however, attempt to get out of the situation, though she would continue doing as I instructed. Variable three; If I said 'Simon says' at the beginning of a sentence containing a command for her, she would not realize she was doing what was commanded, even if it was pointed out to her. However, she would feel it and react physically to it in the same way she would if she were aware of it.

Then I turned to the tall one. I told her that her purpose in life is to make me happy, and that she would lose all meaning if she ever displeased me. If I even hinted that something would make me even a fraction happier she would do whatever she could to see that it happened. She would do the same with making sure I did not go unhappy. However, she would retain her personality and her attempts to make me happy or stop me from becoming less happy would not interfere in it, except, of course, as she learned what I do and do not like. I didn't expect much from her immediately.

The blond I couldn't immediately think of what to tell her to do. I was hit with inspiration right when I was about to simply not give her a command, yet. I told her she would fuck her pussy with phallusesque objects. Each object would seem like it was perfect when she first grabbed it, but she would grow bored of it and choose a new item about once every couple minutes, or if her current item was removed by some force besides her. This, of course, would be thought of as a completely normal part of life. It's so usual that it's not even worth bringing up in conversation. It is to, for all practical purposes, be completely ignored, except to be done. Also, every fifth item would be placed in her ass, even though she meant for it to go into her pussy. It would follow the same rules as though it did go into her pussy. No matter how uncomfortable any particular object was in either hole, she would fuck herself with it as hard as though doing so would make her orgasm very soon, and must be used for the whole couple minutes, until she 'grows bored' with it. She would put most of the items back where she found them, but sometimes simply drop them and continue about her business.

I added for all three that anything I did would not seem at all out of place, and will go completely ignored. That is, they would realize I was doing it, and they would feel that I was doing it, but they would think of what I was doing as perfectly acceptable, and wouldn't even mention it unless it was brought up by somebody else, though what I did might elicit surprise, reflexive, or otherwise unwilled responses (which would be ignored by their friends). When I was doing something to them, they would move such that I was better able to do it, though those movements wouldn't be thought out of place, either, even if it meant extreme alterations in positioning or current actions. I created an additional such rule effective for Susan. It was exactly like the one I gave myself, except that The Trio wouldn't even realize she was there, even if she talked, or began wounding them, or anything, and they'd ignore any interactions I exchanged with Susan. Though they would still feel what she was doing to them. Also, even if anyone was ignoring the conversation to any degree, they would still imagine that person was interacting in their usual idiom or imagine that the person was simply not involving themselves in the conversation just then. I also told them each that if any of their friends did anything even slightly unusual, or had anything slightly unusual happening to them, they would completely ignore it. It wouldn't even register to them, in any way, that it was happening, except to feel it if they were doing it to them. They would only notice things that were usual. Also, the girls would not notice the store was closed when I did close, and they would continue in their current conversation with me at the counter until I said otherwise. I decided it was a good day to close early, so I walked over to the open sign and turned it off (though the light would only stop once I started time), turned off the exterior lights, and locked the door.

I walked back to where I was before and started time again. Everybody was acting completely normal, and still joking about how the brunette's top fell down. They were all leaning on the counter talking to me like normal, after a minute or two went by. From left to right was the brunette, the blond, and the tall one. By then, the blond had picked up one of the ridiculously salty, individually wrapped pickles on the candy rack. Nobody bought those, but I thought they were funny enough in prospect to keep around. She reached down under her skirt with it, moved something (I assumed her underwear) to one side, and shoved the pickle, plastic wrapping and all, into her pussy. She began fucking her pussy with it at a steady rate, I'd guess a couple thrusts per second. She had a painful look on her face (the pickles were wide and the plastic had poky corners), but she kept fucking herself and talking through gritted teeth, and what she was doing was being ignored by everyone except Susan. Susan just then got behind the counter and gasped.

"Why's she doing that?! What are you doing?"

"They're going to act oddly tonight, because I want it that way. Stop asking such questions and go over to the tall one and remove her underwear. Move her legs apart and, once there's room, get down on the floor between her legs and eat her out. You may position her so that she's helping you get to her cunt." Susan got a worried and sad face, but began walking around the counter.

As she walked towards the tall one, she was looking at me saying, "I'm not a dyke or bi or anything!" She made it to the tall one and kneeled in front of her, lifting her dress. She moved the tall one's hands so that she was holding her dress up to her belly button, displaying everything below it. She was wearing a light pink thong, which Susan started pulling down to the ground. She had a landing strip which was red. Ha, this whole time she had been dying her hair. I could have called her the red-head. Oh well. Susan continued pleading while doing that, looking at the tall one's snatch, "Oh no. Please don't make me do this! This is disgusting. Why...", and she shoved her mouth into the tall one's snatch, and started licking.

"Susan, when the blond one drops something she was fucking herself with, you will pick it up and fuck yourself with it."

The blond put the pickle back where she found it, which was simply funny. She grabbed a candy bar and started fucking herself with it without pausing in her conversation. Still, though, I couldn't see her do it. I walked out from behind the counter, around Susan and the tall one who she was being forced to dyke out with, the tall one ignoring that it was even happening, and stood in front of the blond. She had turned to face me as I came around the counter, as did the brunette. She kept the conversation going. I grabbed the candy bar and moved it in and out of her. She let go of it. I pulled her skirt down with my free hand and it stopped at my elbow of the arm using the candy bar. She had a very small black thong, and it was to the right side of her mound. She was shaved bare, and I could see all of her snatch clearly. It was a bright red, as though she was very excited. Her legs were about two feet apart, to make room for what she was doing. I let go of the candy bar and let it and her skirt fall to the floor. She grabbed a package of starburst and started working herself with it, ignoring that her skirt was on the floor around her ankles. Susan pulled the front of her skirt up and folded it into it's own waist band and grabbed the candy bar that dropped to the floor to began fucking her own pussy with it.

I went back around the counter, those who could turn to follow where I was going were doing so. The tall one's legs were spread almost four feet apart, and Susan was working at her slit and clit with her tongue furiously. The tall one was still slightly leaning on the counter. I leaned over the counter and gave her ass a hard slap. She slightly jumped, winced, and said "Gah!" when my slap landed, but it was otherwise ignored. Susan lost her pace, but took it back up when she found the tall one's pussy again. My slap left a slightly pint hand print on her ass, though it looked like it would fade soon.

The blond switched to some other pseudo-dildo, but I wanted to begin on the brunette. "Simon says, pull down your tube top to expose your tits, and pinch your nipples hard." She did exactly that, and gasped. She didn't act as though she was doing anything to her tits, although she did have an open mouthed frown and her brows were down as though in some pain, yet she continued talking as though nothing was wrong. I'd then wager, in fact, that her tits were larger than D. Probably even triple Ds! It seemed like she got used to it after about half a minute, though she still had a slight frown after that.

I started watching the blond, now. I knew she was about to shove something into her ass "on accident" and fuck it just as she would her pussy. I wanted to see the reaction she would have that everyone except myself and maybe Susan would ignore. Susan would be too focused on that snatch she was eating out to do anything about anything, anyway.

The blond placed a candy bar back where it was before she started fucking it, and she grabbed an empty beer bottle I had on the counter to the side of the drawer that someone returned for the deposit. I watched her position it's neck as though she was going to shove it up her snatch, except it was a couple inches too far back. She shoved it up and into her, and she bent forward hitting the counter with her free hand and made a half scream, like she was going to scream, but stopped half way through. She had a frown and a look of surprise and pain on her face. Then she got to fucking her ass with it and just started gasping, in between which she would "ouch", "oh", or "ow" sharply. I leaned over the counter and watched from on upwards side angle. I could see the thick of the bottle stop the momentum of her inward thrusts, which was when she was saying something indicating pain, and she would gasp as she would pull out. She continued talking in-between gasps, too. She was thrusting about twice per second. I grabbed around her and fondled her ass cheeks. They wobbled a bit as she moved the bottle into and out of her ass, but they were firm and round. She was simply using such force that they bounced. I slapped her ass a about six times, very hard, and I left red marks. She added a gasp each time I slapped her, and my force moved her hips forward about half a foot, but she'd get back in place and the slaps were otherwise ignored. She was just standing there talking with her friends in between gasps while pumping the bottle into and out of her red ass. then, she put the bottle back where it was and grabbed one next to it to use on her pussy. I checked, and her ass bounced just like it was before.

I looked over at the tall one, and she was rosy cheeked. She talked softly, and I could tell she was going to have an orgasm soon. I turned to the brunette, who was still pinching her nipples with a vague frown, but otherwise, like the other two, acting normal.

"Simon says, stay in that spot. Now, squeeze your nipples harder and alternate yanking them, making sure you use enough force to make it hurt. Also, change up the time between the yanks, anywhere from almost no time at all to five seconds, choosing the length as randomly as you can."

I watched, and I could barely tell that her nipples got a bit flatter as she squeezed harder. She had the same face as earlier, as well as a slightly louder gasp, and she looked down at her tits in surprise. Then, she yanked on her right nipple. She shut her eyes when she did it and shouted, "Ouch!". Then she looked at her tits again, still with a grimace on her face. "What the hell?!". She yanked her left nipple several seconds later, and her right one again very soon after, each accompanied by an "Ouch!". She began looking around, frantic. First at her friends, who were completely ignoring what she was doing to her own tits, and enraptured in their conversation. "Ouch!", she pulled a nipple. I watched her as she pulled them, and when she did, her tit's seemed to get pulled out to twice their normal length and where shaped more like cones, but then suddenly shrunk back down to their normal, beautiful globe shapes. They looked similar to silly putty nearer the nipple, when she pulled on them. I heard the tall one start breathing hard and sharp, having an orgasm and trying to hide that fact from everyone around, but I kept my attention on the brunette.

"Pinch your nipples as hard as you can."

She shouted "Gaaahhh!", and stared at her nipples after that, and I could see that they were extremely flattened and turning white on the end. she yanked one, then another, then another, and another, at random lengths of times between pulls, and each time accompanied by a "GAH!", "AH!", " OUCH!", or some other noise indicating pain. She was crying, too. I looked up at her face, and tears were rolling down her eyes. I could hear, between noises of pain, her vocal ponderances about the situation, which were panicked and caught in  the sniffles of her crying. She was wondering what was happening, why she couldn't control her arms, why nobody even noticed, and what the hell she might be able to do to stop it. However, whenever her friends asked her a question or looked at her for information, she would still give it, in-between her crying and "ouch"es, then go back to focusing on her own problem.

"Stop.", She stopped pinching her nipples and yanking on them, and leaned on the counter crying. Her tits were setting on the counter, and she was wiping tears from her eyes. She slowly got caught back up in the conversation. She rubbed her bare breasts to reduce the pain, though she was obviously trying to hide that she was rubbing them.

"Simon says, while you're very concerned with what just happened with your breasts, you will realize it's over and there's nothing to worry about. Simon says, go back to acting as you did before you started mauling your own breasts. Simon says, keep your tits rested with their full weight on the counter, and keep your nipples pointed as straight forward as you can."

She bent forward until her breasts were fully resting on the counter, nipples pointed towards me, but down a bit. She started talking again like nothing had happened. I grabbed some of the edible lubricant from the sex supplies rack behind me and walked around the counter, and the girls turned as best they could to follow me, so that the conversation wouldn't break (even though I had been ignoring it for a while, now). The tall one turned her torso and head to follow me, since her bottom half was occupied with Susan's contortions of it and oral sex, so could not move. Susan was wholly concentrating on the pussy her mouth was working on and the candy bar she was pounding her snatch with. She was on her tip-toes, with her legs folded all the way at the knee so that her ass was resting on her heels. Her hand not holding the candy bar was helping hold the tall one's pussy lips apart so that her tongue could get where it was going better.

The blond had simply turned to follow me, though she did it all on one foot so that she could keep going on her pussy with one of those gigantic lighters in the shape of a match-stick. I walked her away from the counter a couple feet and turned her so that her front was towards it, though she still had her head turned to look at me. I bent her over so that her head was against the wall on the front of the counter, and watched her fucking herself. She reached up and put that near where she got it, and grabbed a king sized candy bar that she found on the candy rack next to her. The way I had her, she could only see the lower part of the candy rack. She moved it towards her crotch to jam it in her pussy, but it was too far back by a couple inches. She jammed it in there and fucked her ass with it just like she did with the bottle. She even kept up with the conversation, though her shouts of pain were louder. The candy bar was about eight inches long, and about an inch and a half wide. Only enough to hold onto was not being forced into her ass. I knelt down to watch her fuck her ass with the candy bar. While I watched, I decided to finger her pussy. She didn't alter her yelps or anything, but I discovered she was exceptionally wet. The brunette was turning her head left, towards the conversation, but she couldn't move much more due to her position. I could see her looking at me and saying something about the party they were going to. The blond chimed in by inviting me to the party, though it was somewhat difficult to tell what she was saying with her voice changing in pitch and volume with each thrust of her candy bar. I said, "Sure, I'll go to the party with you". The blond dropped the candy bar that was in her ass, and found another king sized candy bar to begin working her pussy with. I removed my fingers and she went to work.

I went over to the brunette, who turned her head to keep up with where I was in relation to the rest of the conversation. From behind her, I unbuckled her belt and pants, and moved them down. She was wearing black bikini undies, which I pulled down also. Her ass was just a bit softer than the blond's, but it was also smaller. I could hold one of her ass-cheeks completely in my hand if I spread my hand out. I pulled down my own pants and stood to her right, so I could still face all the girls. I squirted probably a whole ounce of the lube into the brunette's right hand, as it lay open on the counter.

"Simon says, rub that lube all over my dick, and then jack me until I'm hard." The brunette did as she was told, and her hand was more flexible than I expected. She was doing this pretty well, and she kept her tits fully on the tabel. I looked over at the tall one, and saw Susan looking at me from her post. She seemed angry, but she wasn't distracted from her job. The tall one began moaning with another orgasm, which she again tried to hide the fact it was happening. I looked at the candy bar that Susan was fucking herself with and noticed it was the king sized one that was in the blond's ass. I chuckled. That must have been why she was so angry. Oh well, sucked to be her. I watched the blond for a moment, holding herself from falling with one arm, fucking her own pussy with a king sized candy bar with the other. She was at a nearly 90 degree angle, so I could see the candy bar being shoved in and out on the opposite side of her legs. I realized I was hard, so I looked to the brunette again.

"Simon says, stop jacking me off, spread your legs until your feet are three feet apart, arch your back, spread your ass cheeks, and relax."

The brunette stepped out of her pants that were on the floor and did as she was ordered, which meant she stuck her ass out and pulled it open so that I got a good view of her asshole even from where I was standing to her side. I walked around her and looked at her asshole for a moment. It was completely closed, but the skin around it was getting stretched to the sides tightly. I stepped up and positioned myself behind her. I pressed my cock head against her bum and, though it was difficult even with all this lube on my dick and took a couple tries to get it not to simply slide up her crack, I got it got in. Her voice was a bit extra high-pitched as I did it. I slowly started pushing it in. She was looking at me, and she had a huge grimace on her face. My bet was that she was an anal virgin. Her ass was tight enough to help that idea along. Even though it was obvious she was uncomfortable, even in pain, she stayed in her position I told her to get in without moving a muscle, except to move her head. I had about four inches in when I met a bit of resistance that stopped me for a moment. She gasped inwardly when I got there, but she kept up with the conversation through her pain filled face. I pressed a bit harder and started sliding in again. As I bypassed that spot, she shut her eyes and yelped loudly. Tears started rolling down her cheeks. I finally got all the way in, and she was crying freely. Of course, she still talked with her friends, as though she wasn't crying, and as though I hadn't just shoved my dick up her virgin asshole. She kept up with the conversation as though her friend wasn't fucking herself with random objects at a nearly ninety degree angle resting against the counter wall. As though her other friend wasn't showing off her ass and pussy and having, and trying to hide, orgasms. As though there was not a girl between that last one's legs, eating her out and fucking her own pussy with, haha, a king sized candy bar.

I moved slowly out about an inch, but then I pushed right back in all the way. I got a rhythm going, and each stroke was longer and harder. She a tear or two rolled down her cheeck each time I moved my dick faster and further. She continued to hold her ass-cheeks tightly apart, and she still arched her back, pushing her ass upwards and more directly towards me. Her feet were still spread and in the same spot as when I started. Her tits were still laying firmly on the counter, facing forward. By the time I was fucking her ass roughly, she was grimacing and gasping with each thrust. Her additions to the conversation were a littl difficult to make out, but her friends ignored that insignificant fact, as did she. Through it all she moved no part of her body except to correct it's positioning if I moved it out of place, and her head, to look around and keep up with the conversation. I was fucking her ass hard, so I would bump her forward with each thrust, but she'd press against the motion to remain in her position.

While I fucked her like that, I tried to listen to the conversation. The blond was saying something about meeting her boyfriend there. They talked about finding a boyfriend for the tall one and the brunette. The blond looked back at me and winked when neither of the other two girls were looking at her. How hilarious. I looked back at the brunette.

"Simon says, Suck the cock that's currently fucking your ass as well as you know how to. Do to your tits what you were earlier while you suck."

The brunette immediately turned around and got on her knees. Her mouth was wide and she accepted the dick without hesitation. She sucked good, too. She started crying a bit, but not badly. Probably more from what she was doing to her tits than the soreness of her ass. She was sucking dick as well as though she was concentrating on it fully, but she stared at her tits in horror, trying to think of how to get her arms to stop doing what they were. Her eyes were ignoring the cock, but her neck and mouth were not. In fact, I think she might have given quite a bit of head in her day. She's damned good.

"Susan, stop eating her out and get behind the counter, in front of me."

"Yes?" Susan said when she got up. She walked behind the counter watching the brunette give me head the whole way, and she knew I was enjoying it. She was still fucking herself with the giant candy-bar as she walked, which she did with a huge gate. Susan looked embarrassed, sad, and upset.

"Do you see what she's doing to her tits?"

"Yes." She said, looking down at the brunette. She seemed angrier when she looked at the brunette. She watched the brunette abuse her own tits for only long enough to take in what she was doing before looking back to me.

"I want you to do that to her when she turns back around. Stick that candy bar that's in your pussy in your ass, so that it won't fall and we know where it is."

"Yes, sir." She said this sadly, but I didn't care. She put the candy bar in her ass, and it obviously caused her pain as she screeched and jumped, but she did it hurriedly as I said;

"Simon says get back in the position you were just in, with your ass spread and tits on the counter." The brunette immediately got back up and bent over. She set the full weight of her tits on the counter, spread her legs, arched her back, and spread her ass cheeks wide. I began to fuck her ass as viciously as before. Susan began pulling on the brunettes nipples hard and one at a time just as the brunette had been, but not randomly, just constantly. In fact, I think she was doing it harder than the brunette herself was doing it, and she seemed angry. Cool, I thought, Susan was jealous. The brunette was crying a little bit while she gasped, like before, but still looked at people involved in the conversation who were talking and spoke some words inbetween gasps to add to the conversation, and the fact that it was gibberish was still going ignored. She seemed a little freaked out about what was just happening to her tits, as though it had stopped instead of getting worse. She kept doing everything she could to maintain her position, including putting parts of her back where they were when I accidently moved her and pressing against my thrusts to keep her ass where it was. She even pulled away from Susan's pulling to try to get the full weight of her pulled tit back onto the counter, which couldn't do much besides make it worse.

Susan looked up at me and asked, "Why are you.... you... doing it to her... to her ass, instead of mine?" She was obviously embarrassed, with a very red face, though still angry looking, pulling hard on the crying brunette's tits. I felt the sperm rise in my groin. I began slapping the blond's ass as hard as I could while still fucking the brunette's ass. I couldn't hold it any more. I stopped the spanking after only four spanks, grabbed the brunette's waist and pulled her towards me (which she helped me do, since her ass was being pressed beyond where it 'should' be) and yelled as I came deep in her ass. I could feel her wiggling to get her tits back on the counter as they were pulled and it only made it feel better. As I came, she looked at me, wincing when her tits were pulled. She was trying to say something, but I couldn't make it out. I think something about the party starting soon.

I finished cuming and got all the girls except the brunette dressed as normal, though minus their underwear, and standing near the door. Susan still had the candy bar in her ass, and that could easily be made out under her tight skirt. The blond was fucking her pussy with some licorice, though it was difficult to tell what with her skirt on. The brunette was still in her same position, just looking as we talked by the door. I asked the girls if any of them had a spare skirt. None of them did, so I told Susan to fuck her ass as hard as she could with that candy bar until she thought of something. She got a wide eyed expression of surprise and horror that was focused on me as her hands reached around her and down to the candy bar, which almost immediately changed to an expression of pain as she began working her ass. One hand pulled her skirt out of the way, and the other was furiously jamming the candy bar into her ass. She leaned over a bit and spread her legs, sticking her ass out so that it would be in a good position to accept the candy bar, then she fell onto her knees, with her face down, and started crying from the pain. She leaned to the side, slightly, and looked at me.

"maybe..." She began as she sobbed, " she could use her... her tube top as a... skirt. Can I.... let me stop!"

"What will she wear as a top, then?"

"She can... my over-shirt. I'll just ... wear my under-shirt!"

"Good. That's a good idea. Stop doing that at throw away the candy bar. Go wash yourself if you're dirty. Give me your over-shirt"

She did as she was ordered, and she thanked me for letting her stop. I told the three waiting girls to get in my car and wait for me there (with my power, so they didn't think anything strange about it). They left the store and rounded the corner. I locked the door after them and walked over to the brunette.

 

End Part 2