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The Resurrection of Linda
Chapter 11 – A Day at the Mall (Day 11)
The man was mildly concerned. His schedule was being thrown off. Now this was bad because he was quite rigid regarding his schedule. He had been doing this training for a number of years and he had come up with an order of events that accomplished a thorough resurrection with each of his subjects. Now he was straying from that which he had set up so intently.
Today was to be the day when Bitch-Cunt was to be thoroughly humiliated and demoralized – to a much lower level than anything she had done during the first ten days. Today was to be the day that Rocky and Mountain returned – at the height of their monthly cycle. Today was to be the day in which Bitch-Cunt would spend the entire day eating out their bloody pussies. He had scheduled Day 11 in this manner for all previous bitches and it had always been the straw that broke the camel’s back.
But, those two fucking cunts had screwed up his plans. They had each come down with a horrible yeast infection. Now, ordinarily, he might have considered forcing Bitch-Cunt to spend a day eating them anyway. But, she was in training for an important dog show and he simply did not feel he could afford for her to become ill or to develop some malady that would inhibit her training.
Ordinarily, Day 12 would have been the day at which she would have spent a humiliating and humbling day walking around the mall, displaying herself. This always worked well as a follow-up to eating out menstruating pussies.
Now, instead, he was taking her to the Mall on day 11. Bitch-Cunt was already quite humbled. Her previous activities had done their job and she was no longer the “normal” woman whom he had brought in the first day. She truly was a Bitch-Cunt. This day at the Mall was to humble her even more and make her even more acclimated to being naked and degraded in the public eye.
He was definitely going to give it a shot. It was a risky thing to do. She might try to bolt and run once she was turned loose in the Mall. He didn’t think she would but he had no frame of reference for doing “shopping” on day 11. She would be covered thoroughly. Rocky and Mountain had agreed to shepherd her in the Mall. Hell, they had to agree! They were the ones who had screwed up everything with their god-damn mold infection! Also, Madam Purée and BJK2 would be along for the trip. So, he figured he would have good coverage for the cunt.
His subject’s shopping day at the Mall was not the usual cliché-ridden day of trying on shoes in front of a male clerk or fucking and/or sucking clerks for merchandise. This day was to be a true day of doing degrading things in public and becoming used to it – perhaps even enjoying it before the day was over.
She was dressed appropriately – for his purposes – but certainly not appropriately for a woman of her age and physique who would be in a crowded public place. She would wear a very short skirt. It would fall just below her ass cheeks and just below her pussy. She would wear no underwear – neither panties nor a bra. Her naked pudgy thighs would have been enough to draw attention but her bear ass and pussy would absolutely guarantee that she would draw attention. The waist of the skirt would come just above her pussy hair and only a bit more above her ass crack. The skirt was somewhat full so as to be floppy when she moved.
The brands above her ass crack and above her pussy hair would be easily seen. This was because of what she would be wearing on top. It was a shear, sleeveless, low-cut type of T-shirt that would come just below her sagging breasts. Actually, if she reached upward at all with her hands, the bottom portion of her breasts would be visible. Also, due to the low cut and the floppiness of her tits, they seemed to dance rather deliciously beneath the flimsy fabric. Somehow, the top was clingy enough that it seemed as though her nipples were trying to poke through the weave of the fabric.
Finally, there were the ridiculous high heel shoes. Now let’s face it – short, pudgy women with oversized thighs and legs simply do not look good in heels. She was no exception.
When she walked it looked as though she was about to fall on her almost-naked ass because of the fact that she simply was not very agile. This gave her a rather strange gait that caused her ass to bounce around and her tits to be in a constant wave of motion. All in all, it achieved his objective.
She was mortified. She didn’t look like a whore. She looked like a caricature of a whore! Then, he solidified her mortification by telling her she was going to the Mall. He told her that he would have a cadre of people watching her. If she tried to escape, she would be treated quite brutally.
She was still turning over the notion of walking around like this in public. Escaping was the last thing on her mind. Avoiding the entire ordeal was her only thoughts.
Then he placed an earpiece into her left ear. He spoke a few words in the microphone and she heard his voice in the inner recesses of her ear. He was coming through loud and clear.
Finally, he led her outside. It was the first time in ten days that she had seen the outside world. Her eyes rebelled against the brightness of the natural light. Her heels betrayed her as the tried to walk across a gravel path to the car that was waiting.
In her previous life she would have been thrilled at the chance of riding in the car before her. It was a low slung, European convertible. It was bright red. The top was down. She would be on display!
Acting the gentleman, he held the passenger door open for her and grasped her right hand to assist her entry. It was good that he did. The car was really low and she had difficulty getting in. As she got in, the leather seat scooted her short skirt up and her bare ass touched the leather.
The car had been sitting in the sun and the leather was incredibly hot. She yelped when it touched her tender skin. Like lightning, his hand flew out and slapped her hard across the face – leaving a red silhouette of his hand on her cheek.
“No sounds,” he said quietly.
She knew she must comply.
He began driving quite fast. The wind flew into the front compartment of the convertible and immediately her short top was hoisted up to her chin, completely exposing her breasts. The car was sprung quite stiffly and her breasts were now jouncing around with a life of their own.
Similarly, her skirt was raised up and her pussy was completely exposed, showing the strip of bare skin running directly down the middle of her pussy hair. It was an interesting sight!
He took the freeway and this proved to be quite sadistic on his part. Her image created mayhem on the busy thoroughfare. All drivers were above her. All who saw her had the same reaction. First their eyes got wide and their mouths dropped open. All were jockeying for position to get a good view of her meat.
The man instructed her, “Wave at everyone bitch!”
She was horrified! She was mortified! Her tits, pussy, and thighs were being constantly and thoroughly ogled. Now she had to wave at the oglers as though nothing was wrong. She knew she must comply. She did.
The man told her, “Smile you fucking bitch! They’re your fans.”
She smiled – sadly.
For some reason, she found this part of her eleven day adventure the most devastating of all. As men drove by, ogling her and making obscene gestures, she tried to figure out what the hell was worse about this then what she had already been through. After all, during the previous ten days she had been raped, degraded, and used in unbelievable ways. Yet, this trip with her on display was much worse!
Then she realized why. Those ten days had been within a confined space and limited to those whom her master determined she should please. Now, she was being subjected to degradation in front of the general public, completely in the open! It was horrible!
Some vehicles tried to keep pace with them so they could stay beside the car to get a good look at this middle-age pussy. However, the man behind the wheel was a skilled driver and he knew just how to accelerate or decelerate to keep her “charms” available for many eyes. One church bus full of teenage boys came up beside them. The driver had that universal look of being a janitor – there was just something about them that gave them all the same look. The bus driver deliberately kept pace with the convertible so his boys could get a good look.
Their chaperone was a prim and proper female who at first had not noticed the partially naked female in the convertible below them. She became suspicious when all the boys crowded to one side of the bus. She got just a peek out the window and at first thought they were simply looking at the snazzy, red convertible. She was not alarmed.
She became alarmed, however, when she heard the sounds of several zippers being unzipped. She forced her way through the crowd of boys and then was horrified to see that the boys had pulled out their penises and were wagging them at the window (penis was the only word she knew for their equipment). She shrieked. Then she looked down. It was awful.
She saw that the passenger was a middle age woman like herself. She saw that the woman’s top was up around her neck and her breasts were bouncing all over the place. She saw the woman’s brief skirt was up around her waist and her pubic hair was completely exposed. Now the chaperone was perhaps the most naïve woman on the face of the earth. She had never seen anyone’s pubic hair before other than her own. And, she barely looked at her own. Yet, this woman on display in the car had a solid patch of bare skin down the middle of her pubic hair. For some odd reason the chaperone wondered if this was normal and she was abnormal?
She screamed at the boys to sit down and close their eyes. The only response she received was an anonymous “Bull Shit!” from somewhere in the middle of the throng. She began pulling on the boys’ arms to get them away from the window. It was to no avail. Then she saw a gaggle of cell phones being used to photograph the delicious sight. When it came to tits and pussy, teenage boys were not fussy about the quality. It was a church trip that none would ever forget.
The man in the convertible finally figured they had seen enough and he easily sped away, leaving behind a troupe of very disappointed males and one flabbergasted female chaperone.
Bitch-Cunt was not sorry to see the boys fall back as the convertible picked up speed. She tried to ignore the other spectators who popped up by getting a grasp of where she was. It was to no avail. She realized that when she had been captured, she had been transported to a city of unknown origin. She was lost – in more ways than one.
Finally, they arrived at the Mall. The man treated all pedestrians to a fantastic sight as he slowly went up and down every single aisle in the parking lot to give walkers a great view. He had told Bitch-Cunt to keep her skirt and top raised to display her assets. He also told her to make eye contact and to wave at everyone she saw. Reluctantly and sadly, she complied.
As he came to the end of each aisle in the lot he slowed and told her to flick her hands across her nipples to make them stand out and to have a suitable backdrop for her nipple rings. She complied – reluctantly at first. For one thing, her nipples were still tender from the piercing and there was a level of pain involved. For another thing, she was simply mortified to be doing this in public and to have even larger nipples for everyone to see. She knew her enlarged nipples would be like a magnet, attracting eyes directly to her breasts.
Then, however, she began to notice that she was taking pleasure in the whole exercise. First of all, her nipples were enjoying pleasure that was actually superceding the pain they were experiencing. And, as people looked even longer at her enlarged nipples, she began to experience some sense of pride. Sure, women were disapproving. But, she saw no disapproval in the eyes of the men who were looking at her. And, for some reason, she found herself looking at the crotch of each man who was looking at her nipples, her breasts, and her pussy. She began to asses the bulge that seemed to suddenly appear in the crotch of each man. She was arousing them!
Needless to say she left behind a bunch of wide open eyeballs and slackened jaws. Women walking with their husbands really were horrified and pissed at the head-swiveling antics of their men. Many men would have black and blue marks on their arms or ribs from being hit viciously for their indiscretions. Men who were by themselves were lucky. They could look at will, and, look at will they did. More than a few teenage boys came in their pants. Youth has endurance but little control!
Finally, he had driven up and down every single aisle in the huge lot. Surprisingly, he actually found an end parking space directly opposite one of the entrances to the Mall. He told her to begin pleasuring herself. She seemed perplexed at first but then she understood. She had aroused herself sufficiently from her nipple-flicks and from the sight of so many growing male groins. Surprisingly, she didn’t hesitate. She laid her head back on the headrest, and her right hand eagerly sought her clitoris. She began stroking it ferociously.
Well, pedestrians had been startled at the image of naked breasts and crotch she had presented while cruising slowly throughout the lot. Now, they were in total shock at what they were seeing! Here was this middle-age woman who was obviously masturbating. A few of the men actually began gathering around the convertible as they watched something they never dreamed in their wildest dreams that they would view.
Bitch-Cunt’s chest and neck were turning red as blood rose to the surface of her skin to signify a splendid state of arousal. Her lips were parted and she was panting rapidly. Her forearm had picked up speed. Her hips were grinding in the leather seat of the vehicle. She began moaning in a jagged pattern. Then, her entire body stiffened and she let out a large groan – then another – and another. The orgasm had overtaken her. Several of the men in the lot applauded. Bitch-Cunt was now pursing her lips and sucking air in such a way that a whistle was coming from her mouth. She started to work her cunt again but her man reached over and stopped her.
“Enough,” he said, “There is more for you to do.”
She sat up straight and pulled her skirt down over her groin and her short shirt down over her breasts. It was a useless display of modesty. By now, because they weren’t distracted by her masturbation, they began to admire the brands that were presented to them on her body. They wanted to move closer for a look but he deterred them. He told the men around them to move on but there would be more of a show in the Mall.
He said secretively, “Watch and enjoy, men. She is here to give you a display.”
The men moved on in anticipation of great things to come. Many were stroking themselves openly as they walked toward the Mall entrance. The man then spoke to Bitch-Cunt.
“The ear piece in your ear is for you to receive instructions. You will follow them explicitly and without hesitation. If you fail, I will discontinue your training immediately. Then, you will be sold to an Arab harem. There, you will be used to service the lower echelon of towel heads.”
She shuddered at the thought. Above all, she didn’t want to have her training discontinued. She wanted to win the goddamn dog show!
He spoke, “Now get your ass out of the car and move to the entrance. When you are inside, you will receive instructions via the ear piece. Take note, Rocky, Mountain, Madam Purée, and BJK2 are inside. They are watching every move you make.”
Bitch-Cunt opened the door and swung her legs outward. More passing men took note as they saw all of her “charms” when the short skirt rose upward from the swiveling. They were especially smitten by the hairless strip in the middle of her pussy and the tattoo that flashed so visibly. Naturally, they slowed their pace.
Bitch-Cunt rose from the car and began walking toward the entrance door – a bit wobbly on the unfamiliar heels. As she drew near the glass door she could see the image of herself quite plainly. At first, she did not recognize herself. She saw a middle-age, short, stocky trollop! Then she realized it was her! With every step the front of her skirt bobbed up and the lower hair on her pussy was just visible. Also, her saggy tits were bobbing up and down and the lower curve of her breasts could be seen beneath the shortened top. In the reflection she could see the reverse image of the brand that was easily seen above her low slung skirt – ‘Will Fuck for Free’. She was mortified.
The door swung open and she walked through. She looked at her side image in the door as she passed through. She could not tell that her skirt also bounced up in the back displaying the lower curves of her ass. She was a display! And, she thought, she was an erotic display! She would never have imagined!
When she entered she discovered she was on the second level of the Mall. It was a typical shopping center. She walked up to the railing ahead of her and looked down on a central concourse. The concourse had the usual fake plants, kiosks, benches, and a fountain. The concourse was surrounded on four sides by four sides of the Mall. At the Northeast corner was an escalator going up. At the Southwest corner was an escalator going down to the lower level. She turned to her right and saw there was an elevator that shuttled between the two levels. The elevator was one of those see-through cars that was encased completely in glass.
Then, a voice came through her earpiece. “Go to the elevator. When you enter it, lean up against the glass wall, raise your skirt so that your ass cheeks are planted against the glass. Ride the elevator up and down until you are told to get off.”
She immediately realized that her ass was going to be on display to everyone in the central concourse. She looked down and saw several private security police. She thought surely she would be escorted from the Mall, if not actually arrested for public nudity. Nonetheless, she walked into the elevator and complied. When she pressed against the glass she was surprised at how cold the glass was on her bare ass. She also knew that the brands Bitch and Cunt and I Like It In the Ass were surely visible to anyone close to the elevator.
She looked out the sides of the elevator and saw someone walk up to one of the security officers and point a finger at her as the elevator began descending to the lower level. She saw the security officer take copious notes. Unbeknownst to her, all of the security personnel were in the pocket of her man. They would simply tell any complaining civilians that they had the obscene woman under surveillance and were waiting for her to do something more serious than public nudity.
Now men were crowding in to the elevator to get a closer look at this strange sight. They all had grins on their faces and lumps in their groins. At first, Bitch-Cunt closed her eyes but then she began looking back at them – shamelessly looking at their crotches and measuring them with her eyes. Some of the men were embarrassed by this although none had been embarrassed at the notion of looking at her private parts.
Even a couple of women got on the elevator. They were not angry. Instead there was lust in their eyes. It was obvious as to their personal persuasion. These, too, were pleasing to Bitch-Cunt. It was simply a trip to be an object of physical desire. She even spread her legs a bit so the insides of her rather pudgy thighs could be seen.
She rode the elevator thusly for over twenty minutes. By that time, she was enjoying herself. It was actually good to be on display. Then, to Bitch-Cunt’s dismay, the man’s voice came through her ear piece for new instructions.
“Get off the elevator on the lower level. Go to the up escalator. Be sure you get on the escalator in such a way that a man will be behind you. As soon as you are on the escalator, put your right foot on the step ahead of you. Bend over as though you are adjusting the straps in your shoe. As you are bent over, look between your legs and see what the man behind you is doing. Rocky will be at the top of the escalator to adjudicate your work. She will report to me.”
Bitch-Cunt’s heart rate increased dramatically as she mused over what she was about to do. Oddly enough, she thought, it sounded exciting. As the elevator came to rest on the lower level, she pulled her ass away from the clear glass panel. Apparently her ass had sweated because it made a sound like opening Velcro as her butt separated from the glass. She looked behind and noticed a quite discernable imprint of her big butt on the glass. She also noticed a rather nerdish looking man who had been on the elevator. He stayed on the elevator.
He was wearing an ill-fitting suit and wore a rather floppy-looking bow tie. He had a pocket protector full of pens in his shirt pocket. She looked back at him after she left the elevator. He was actually on his knees licking the imprint of her ass. He saw her out of the corner of his eye and they both made eye contact. She faced him, took one hand and lifted her short skirt to show her pussy while using the other hand to show him her saggy tits, her erect nipples and the rings through her nipples.
She smiled as he stuck out his tongue and wagged it up and down with great gusto. She laughed out loud as she dropped her two clothing pieces. People around her who weren’t already looking at her, now looked at her openly and strangely. It was obvious that they were wondering what she was laughing about.
She made her way to the up escalator with a bit of anticipation. She was anxious to see what the next adventure would bring about. As she stood at the foot of the escalator, she waited for the approach of a man whom she judged to be about 40 years of age. He was quite handsome and well-dressed. He was obviously a business man and he seemed to be in a hurry. When he was about three feet from the escalator she stepped in front of him and got on the moving stairway.
He appeared annoyed at having to disrupt his pace. His annoyance would soon dissipate.
She immediately put her right foot on the step ahead of her and bent down as though to adjust her shoe. Within seconds she could feel a warm breathe pass gently across her ass hole and the patches of hair at the bottom of her pussy. She bent her head down more and looked between her legs.
His face was actually only inches from her ass. His eyes were closed and he was inhaling deeply. For the moment he was in love!
Bitch-Cunt was actually chuckling silently. Now these few minutes of her life had been unbelievable. For the first time in the last ten and a half days she had laughed out loud and was now chuckling over the power she had just attained over this powerful man. It was good.
She rose up as she neared the top of the escalator. The man straightened and immediately looked around to see if anyone had seen his indiscretion. Well hell, apparently many had seen what he had just done because several were laughing; frowning, and some were actually pointing their finger at him. His face became red and he scurried off immediately upon alighting from the moving stairway. It was both a bad day and a good day for him.
In the meantime Bitch-Cunt had stepped aside to let him pass. She was immediately embraced by Rocky. Rocky threw her arms around Bitch-Cunt and planted a huge kiss directly on her lips – along with some deep tongue action. Now, many people were gawking. They seemed to finally realize that this would be an adventure that they would tell to their friends and their friends’ friends!
Rocky and Bitch-Cunt continued to deep-tongue each other. Rocky’s hands crept down, lifted up Bitch-Cunt’s short skirt and grasped each of her rather hefty butt cheeks. Then, she began to lift them, alternating them like the pistons of an engine. Bitch-Cunt reciprocated somewhat by grasping Rocky’s flat butt cheeks through the pants of the yellow pant suit that Rocky was wearing. As their bodies pressed against each other, Bitch-Cunt’s tits were mashed against Rocky’s flat chest. It was a pleasant sight – if you’re in to that sort of thing and obviously many people were at that moment.
They finally released each other and Bitch-Cunt heard the voice in her ear plug.
“Rocky is going to take you to a restroom. Do as she says – or else!”
Bitch-Cunt certainly thought the last command was unnecessary. Of course she would do what she was told. That was a given!
Rocky took Bitch-Cunt’s right hand and led her as though she were a little, helpless child. Bitch-Cunt somehow found the entire thing rather comforting. Her comfort would soon dissipate.
They came to the restroom and it was closed for
cleaning. In fact, the cleaning man was
in front of the restroom with his cart.
He was a strange looking man. He
was quite short (perhaps 5’2”) except that his neck was of an ungainly
length. It was skinny and it seemed completely
out of proportion as it held his little head far above his shoulders. And, he had a large knot of an
His name was embroidered on to his maintenance uniform. It proclaimed to the entire world that his name was Oswald. Oswald hated having his name on his shirt. His dad had told him that if he wound up with a job that required that he wear a shirt with his name on it – well – that probably signified that he was a failure. He felt that the prophecy was accurate. He was a failure. He was a fucking janitor in a shopping mall – cleaning up after snooty assholes and shithead teenagers.
Actually, his job was a continuation of his standard life when he was a teenager. Because of his odd appearance, he had been called Oswald the Ostrich. With his elongated neck, it fit. It was also a painful nickname.
He had one saving grace. Despite his short stature he had an unbelievable dick! It was long. Hell, it was to die for! When soft, it reached almost to his knees. He wore boxer shorts and a great length of his tool always protruded beyond the length of the shorts. When it was hard – god it was a wonder of the world. It was one of the few long dicks that could get completely and solidly hard. Furthermore, he seemed to be able to will an erection at any moment.
No one knew what could possibly be going on in his head to achieve such a quick erection but they really didn’t want to know what was going on in his head.
He had hated taking showers in high school. His tool was an object of scorn – perhaps spurred on by complete jealousy. What male wouldn’t be envious of that wonderful tool? As a result of this gift of luck, coupled with his odd appearance, his tool was the target of many a towel snaps in the locker room. And, to make matters worse, when snapped, his dick became fully erect. He had even had a couple of queers proposition him. It was to no avail. He loved women. However, the only ones who would and could have anything to do with him were pro’s. They charged extra for having to fuck the equivalent of three dicks.
Rocky, still holding Bitch-Cunt’s hand, led her around the cart and into the restroom. Bitch-Cunt’s head turned and she continued to stare at Oswald. He was a strange sight. When they entered the bathroom, it could be seen that there were a row of five stalls. The first stall was a handicap stall which meant that it was about twice as large as the other stalls. Rocky led her charge into the larger stall. In the meantime, Oswald had followed them into the women’s restroom. He immediately shed his clothing and followed them into the women’s usually private area. Bitch-Cunt looked at his naked frame and inhaled noisily. He was a sight. His dick was erect and it looked like a steel rod sticking straight out from his torso.
Bitch-Cunt said softly, “My god, that think is long!”
Rocky concurred. It was a sight! She spoke, “Hey shithead, do you want to fuck her ass?”
He nodded to admit that he did. Bitch-Cunt shuddered.
Rocky to Bitch-Cunt, “Take off your top and your shirt, bend over and put your hands on the assist rail.”
Bitch-Cunt was horrified but well-trained. She shucked her tiny top and her short skirt and hung them on the peg of the door of the stall. She bent over, fell slightly forward, and caught herself on the railing – waiting for what she knew would not be a pleasant experience.
Oswald’s tool swung left to right and back several times as he walked up to the ass before him. He spit large globs of spittle into his tiny hand and slathered the bubbly solution up and down his pole. With spit dripping from his tool, he knelt down, spread her cheeks with his miniature fingers and looked directly into her gaping ass hole. He hocked up a large wad of stuff in his mouth and spit it directly into the dark hole. Bitch-Cunt jerked a bit at this and then jerked again as his index finger plunged into her shit hole and swabbed his mouth juices around in the tunnel.
Then, he stood, moved forward and directed his dick head into her ass hole. Although his dick was inhumanly long, it was not particularly large in girth. With the combinations of his spit and her well-used hole, his dick went in rather smoothly.
At first, Bitch-Cunt did not feel any discomfort. But, his dick kept penetrating. And kept penetrating. And kept penetrating.
God, the thought, “Does this thing have any end?”
Finally he bottomed out. She felt his torso against her ass cheeks. Her bowels were cramping. She wondered if this was what a colonoscopy felt like? It was certainly deep enough! He let his dick rest a bit in her cradle of ass and he savored the view. He had never fucked a woman who was not a prostitute. He had never fucked for free.
He heard a rustling sound slightly behind him and looked back to see that Rocky was completely naked. Her muscles rippled. He was startled. He knew that she could break him in two. Then he looked down at her groin area and knew he might soon feel as though he was to be broken in two. She had a large black strap-on secured to her body. It was enormous both in length and girth.
Oswald was torn. His first instinct was to withdraw and flee. But before he could put this instinct into action, Rocky was behind him with her strong hands on his shoulders. He was trapped!
He thought, what the hell, and he decided to stay the course. Rocky had to scrunch down considerably to line her strap-on with his miniature ass. This was no problem for her due to the immense strength of her legs and thighs. She lined up her artificial tool with what she thought was the general vicinity of his ass hole and used her hips to drive her artificial engine home. She missed the hole and he screamed as the hard rubber hit him just above his ass hole. Before he could react further, she backed up slightly and plunged again.
It hit the target. This was not necessarily any more comfortable for him. His ass hole, for the first time in its life, was raped! He had never felt such pain. He screamed uncontrollably. Rocky used her hands to whop him on each side of his head.
“Shut up you useless little man! Fuck the bitch while I fuck you!”
He shut up. And, he began fucking Bitch-Cunt’s ass. Rocky, with impeccable timing, moved her hips with his in such a way that her tool remained imbedded in his puny ass. Her strong body muscles gave him an impetus that he had never had and he was now fucking Bitch-Cunt like a Kentucky Derby stud.
This strong action was not lost on Bitch-Cunt. She was bracing her body with her arms on the railing but she was no match for these two bodies that were pile-driving her. Her body moved with each thrust and her head began bouncing off the wall of the stall. The entire stall shuddered with this effect. Her head hurt. Her ass hole hurt. Yet, somewhere deep within, she felt an erotic effect being forced upon her.
Rocky was now getting warmed up. She picked up the pace. She was slamming into little Oswald. Her pace was too much for him and none of the three bodies were in synch. They were now three piles of flesh, sometimes together, sometimes opposing, all of them aroused. Oswald was screaming as his innermost flesh was being abused. Bitch-Cunt was screaming – both in pain and in ecstasy. Rocky was doing a cross between a grunt and a scream as she had her muscular body going full steam. Speaking of bulging – Rocky’s muscles were now bulging. Oswald’s eyes were bulging. Bitch-Cunt’s bowels were bulging in areas that had never before been caressed by a dick.
As asses were being assaulted, Oswald was about to come. The rubber dick was stroking his prostate. His set of balls were wrapping around Bitch-Cunt’s pussy and pushing and pulling on her clit ring. He came. Although a bit of a cliché, he came deeply. Surely, never before had a dick come so deeply in a human’s bowels and with such force. Bitch-Cunt was coming – and coming – and coming. She was in pain. She was in pleasure.
Rocky and Oswald withdrew from their respective targets together. Stringy brown stuff was hanging from each of their tools.
Rocky spoke, “Little man – turn around and suck my dick clean.”
He did. Not with enthusiasm but certainly with vigor. This big, muscular woman frightened him.
He stood up with some gladness, if not satisfaction, when his assigned task was completed.
Rocky spoke, “Turn around little man. Bitch-Cunt, clean his dick.”
Bitch-Cunt was not so reticent. She had done this, and worse, so many times that this was now standard operating procedure.
Bitch-Cunt looked at his still-erect, filthy tool and wondered how in the hell to work it. Finally, she turned sideways, put one hand near the tip of his tool and used the other hand to grasp the base of his tool. Then, she began working it like a large ear of corn. As she worked her way from base to tip, she did take the tip fully in her mouth and began to suck noisily. All in all, she was quite noisy with the entire operation as she worked it up and down, many, many times.
Many in Rocky’s position would have demanded that she deep throat the whole fucking dick. However, Rocky found Bitch-Cunt’s methods to be quite erotic. She was satisfied with the whole tableau.
In the meantime, Rocky had suspected that the seed that was deeply implanted in Bitch-Cunt’s ass might be trying to find its way to daylight. As Bitch-Cunt finished cleaning the long dick, Rocky told her to stand, turn around, and spread her ass cheeks. Bitch-Cunt complied immediately.
Sure enough, there was a string of cum hanging from Bitch-Cunt’s ass hole.
“Clean it little man –
NOW!”
Well, he sure didn’t want to put his mouth on that ass hole nor did he want to taste his cum that was now contaminated with particles of her shit. Nonetheless, he didn’t want to get the shit kicked out of him either. That had happened many times – and – by lesser than this muscle-bound bitch. He complied – with vigor.
Bitch-Cunt found this to be quite enjoyable. She was not used to someone else being the victim to her. It was good.
When he had reamed the ass hole with his tongue to Rocky’s satisfaction, she told him to bring in the rest of the equipment. Bitch-Cunt wondered what the “rest of the equipment” entailed. Oswald returned with a large leather satchel.
From it, he removed two wedges. He installed these on the stall door so that the door would remain wide open. Then he removed an item that made Bitch-Cunt shudder. It was an enema bag. Worse, it was an oversized enema bag. Also, he withdrew from the bag a bottle of a reddish solution. Bitch-Cunt knew that bad things were in store for her.
Rocky told him to pour the contents of the bottle in the bag. After that, she instructed him to go to a sink and finish filling the bag with warm – not hot – water. She wanted to cause Bitch-Cunt embarrassment and pain – but not harm to her inner plumbing. Bitch-Cunt, of course, was not aware of Rocky’s desire to inflict no damage. She just knew that things were going to get very bad.
Rocky told her to lean forward once again and brace herself on the assist rail. Sorrowfully, Bitch-Cunt complied. She heard Oswald return with the bag of solution. The liquid mixture was bubbling and it made a sound that pierced the air for all to hear. It portended of unpleasant happenings.
Rocky told Oswald to get on his knees and to spread the bitch’s cheeks. He did. Bitch-Cunt felt goose bumps spread over her flesh as she felt his tiny, obscene fingers grasp her ass and spread her cheeks. She felt the cool air waft across her ass hole. Then, she felt the nozzle touch her hole. Thankfully, she could tell that Rocky had put a lubricant on the nozzle. Without any preliminaries, the nozzle was plunged into her butt hole. She jumped a bit but not enough to disrupt the nozzle or to incur Rocky’s wrath.
Then, the bubbly liquid flooded her bowels. It hurt. It hurt tremendously. Somehow, the harsh liquid was finding every particle of flesh that lined her bowels. The liquid was seasoned quite hot and was relentless in its ability to inflict pain. Bitch-Cunt bit her lower lip to keep from screaming. She knew that any unpleasant noise would probably result in additional pain. She did not need any additional pain.
Now the liquid was becoming overwhelming. She could not believe how much volume was being imposed upon her. Her bowels were thoroughly insulted and were communicating the insult to her brain. Her stomach began to swell. Finally, the entire contents were inside of her. It was a horrible quantity and an even more horrible mixture. Bitch-Cunt had forgotten how much pain could be inflicted upon her. She now remembered. Her cramps would have made spies talk!
In once quick motion, Rocky withdrew the nozzle and inserted a butt plug that was capped with a large red emerald-looking jewel. The jewel was surrounded by silver-looking metal. It contrasted nicely with her broad ass and white skin. Oswald had been entranced by the whole sequence of events. His tiny fingers were straining to hold apart the heavy ass cheeks. His eyes were fixated on the jewel that was imbedded in the ass. It was hypnotic! He had never seen anything such as this and he surely would never have dreamed that his face would be less than twelve inches from the whole thing. His dick was solidly erect!
Rocky told her to straighten up. Bitch-Cunt did – kind of. Her cramps were absolutely ferocious and she simply did not want to straighten up completely. Her arms were wrapped across her waist as though this might alleviate the cramping.
Then Bitch-Cunt heard the harsh sound of skin striking skin. She straightened involuntarily, thinking she had been struck. Yet, she felt no other pain anywhere on her person. She turned slightly and saw little Oswald lying on his back, his little hand rubbing his red face. It seems that he had been reluctant to remove his hands from the grand ass. Rocky thought this might be inhibiting Bitch-Cunt from straightening up completely. She had struck Oswald across the face with her open hand, knocking him ass over tea kettle!
As his little body and still-erect dick writhed around, Rocky told Bitch-Cunt to sit on the stool. Bitch-Cunt sat thusly but she really wished the plug was out of her ass so she could get some relief from both the cramping and the horrible agitation the solution was causing to her innards.
Rocky spoke to little Oswald, “Get up you miserable little man. Go and move your cart from the entrance so that customers can come in and piss and shit. However, wait thirty seconds before moving your cart. If your timing is off, I will pull off your fuck-stick by the roots!”
Oswald did not doubt for a moment her abilities to de-dick him if she desired to do so. He moved quickly and looked firmly at his wristwatch so as not to miss the required timing.
Actually, Rocky wasn’t timing him. She just wanted to motivate him and she wanted to give herself time to move into the stall next to Bitch-Cunt.
“Listen Bitch-Cunt, women are going to come in shortly. You are to be sitting erect at all times. You are to have your hands elevating your tits in a presentation mode. You are to move your hands for only two events. When you hear me say ‘now’, you are to reach beneath you with your right hand and remove the butt plug. As soon as you remove it you are to put the plug end in your mouth and suck and lick it clean. Whenever someone looks at you, you are to remove your other hand from your tit and wave it at them while smiling. I can see you through a hole between the stalls. Any deviation and you will spend the rest of the day receiving enemas.”
Bitch-Cunt’s countenance displayed a certain degree of sorrow but she complied. It hurt like a son-of-a-bitch but, nonetheless, she sat upright on the stool. Her cramps intensified. She placed her hands beneath her tits and lifted them appropriately.
During all of this, Oswald had been arguing with a host of customers who demanded to use the bathroom. He stuck to his guns, however, and waited the requisite time before moving the cart. Immediately, the bitches poured into the bathroom. They had to pass by the handicap stall with the open door before availing themselves of the other facilities. Because that stall was the only one with a wide open door, their eyes instinctively looked within. They were shocked and appalled!
They viewed a living tableau of a woman in torment. They saw a naked, middle-aged, slightly pudgy woman sitting on the stall. For no discernible reason, she was holding upright her somewhat sagging tits. She was obviously in some sort of distress and her stomach looked bloated. Was this the cause of her distress? What the hell was the cause of this blatant display of her body? No one had ever seen a sight such as this in a setting like this. And, as each of them passed, she waved at each of them and smiled weakly. Also, the woman had strange markings on her body. Across her breasts were emblazoned the words Bitch and Cunt. Across her stomach, just above her pussy hair were the words Will Fuck for Free. A strip of bare skin ran directly down the middle of her cunt hair. On this strip was implanted the word Thursday. Why Thursday? What the hell was going on?
Finally, each of the remaining stalls was taken with pissing, shitting women. The outer area was packed with women who had been waiting an insufferable time for relief from their own inner pressures. Actually, none of them could guess what pressure really was unless they knew what Bitch-Cunt was enduring. The room was so crowded that two women were directly in front of Bitch-Cunt, facing her. They looked puzzled and disgusted.
Then a single word came from the stall next to
Bitch-Cunt. “Now!”
The two women who could see Bitch-Cunt then saw the sight become even stranger. They saw her remove one hand from her tit. The tit sagged in relief. Bitch-Cunt heisted up her right butt cheek a bit and her free hand snaked beneath her ass. At first the two spectators thought she was wiping her ass but then they both realized she hadn’t gotten any toilet paper.
Then the hand withdrew. She was holding a jeweled object that sat atop a long, tapered protrusion. One of the women turned to the other and said, “Where did that come from?”
Realization came to them at exactly the same time. In perfect unison they said, “Oh my god!”
The words had scarcely finished echoing from the bare walls before an unmistakable sound rumbled forth. It was the sound of bowels being ferociously vacated and huge splashes ringing forth. The farts were ferocious. The splashing sounds were monumental. And, the sounds kept piling up on each other as the shitty mess piled up beneath Bitch-Cunt’s ass. It sounded like a hundred lumberjacks taking a shit!
Words from the other women in the room:
“My god, what’s going
on!”
“Jesus what’s wrong
with her?”
“Has she no shame?”
“God, I’m going to puke!” (She did)
“Holy shit!”
“What’s wrong with
her?”
“Did she just escape from an institution?”
Whilst all of this was being said, Bitch-Cunt had turned as red as the crimson stone on her butt plug. The two women before her were still staring at her throughout her mighty shit. Why didn’t they at least turn their heads? She knew she was red all over, well, not exactly. Her ass was surely brown from the shitty splashes that had bounced up on to her seated body. The concoction that had been brewed for her did vicious things to her inner linings. As it escaped over all the tissue while seeking an exit, it left behind a tender trail of havoc to her body. It would be terribly painful for her during the next few days whenever she took a shit. Her eyes were flooded with tears. Her head was pounding from shame.
All of the women remaining decided they needed to be somewhere else. There was an evacuation from the room that would have made one think that an ax murderer was in the room. Some got stuck going through the single door. Several who had been sitting on the toilet had not even bothered to wipe. They left with their pussies wet. They didn’t care. One woman had left in such a hurry that she had stepped out of her panties and she left them behind. The hell with them!
Rocky was proud of her charge (although she would never let her charge know it). Bitch-Cunt had hung in there through every bit of pain, humiliation, and degradation. She should have screamed but she didn’t. Oh sure, she did grunt. But, what the hell, she deserved to have a little slack given to her.
Rocky came around to Bitch-Cunt’s stall. Bitch Cunt was a sad pile of humanity. Every part of her sagged in shame. Rocky took the short skirt that was hanging on the peg. She grasped it firmly and ripped it up both sides cleanly to the waist band so that there would be slits to fully expose each side of Bitch-Cunt’s hips. Bitch-Cunt was too drained (emotionally and literally) to acknowledge what was being done to her feeble garment.
Rocky said, “Stand up. Go to one of the sinks. Wash off your ass. It is no doubt coated with your shit.”
Bitch-Cunt knew this was true. In her prior life she would have been incredibly embarrassed and ashamed to have to wash shit from her ass in front of someone else. Now, in her new, resurrected life, she was grateful for the opportunity of being allowed to clean herself. And, she wanted to do a good job so as to satisfy Rocky.
When the cleanup was done, Rocky told her to turn around, bend over and spread her cheeks. Bitch-Cunt complied immediately. Rocky had in her hand the red-jeweled butt plug that had formerly been in the pet’s ass hole. Without preamble and with unerring accuracy, Rocky plunged the plug into the winking ass hole. Bitch-Cunt didn’t even jump. By now, her nether hole seemed to be acclimated to the notion of things plunging both in and out of the rather tired and somewhat irritated ass hole. Upon Rocky’s command, Bitch-cunt released her ass cheeks and it was obvious that the plug was buried to the hilt and the flaming red jewel was sitting proudly on the white cheeks.
Rocky then returned the two articles of clothing to Bitch-Cunt. Now, with further alterations, the short skirt was simply two tiny hunks of cloth hanging front and back to cover somewhat her pussy and her ass. During the cleanup process, Rocky had also ripped a tear down the front of her tiny shirt so that the garment was ripped all the way from top to bottom. Rocky slipped the top on to Bitch-Cunt’s body. It now hung like an open vest in such a way that it fell to either side of the rather large and saggy breasts. Not wanting Bitch-Cunt to look immodest, Rocky took a safety pin and joined at the tops bottom hem, causing the nipples and half of the areolas to be somewhat concealed. All in all, Bitch-Cunt was all but nude.
The profile of her ass was now easily seen. The front of her newly fashioned loin cloth flipped up whenever she walked and a good view of her cunt hair was quite visible. Her floppy tits swung side to side and up and down and one tit was always fully visible with every stride she took. She was a sight!
Rocky took a gold chain and connected the two nipple rings. Then, Rocky took another chain that clamped on to the center of the chain that spanned the nipples. This second chain was about five feet long. Rocky took its end and led Bitch-Cunt from the still-smelly bathroom. Bitch-Cunt followed obediently. Normally, she would have been horrified at being led like an animal. However, any horror she might have felt was superceded by her relief at leaving this horrible room.
As she walked, Bitch-Cunt noticed another feature to the lead chain. It had a tiny bell directly in the center of it. So, as the duo walked, a bell signaled Bitch-Cunt’s every step and each swaying of her tits. People stared. Boy, did they stare!
Rocky led Bitch-Cunt completely around the Mall, letting all the civilians get a good glimpse of her and her ‘charms’. Quite a few (mostly females) complained to security personnel. They followed their previous modus operandi. They took lengthy notes. They assured each complainant that they had the situation under surveillance and they intended to take action at the appropriate time.
Bitch-Cunt, meanwhile, had undergone a metamorphosis during this entire chain of events. As she was led by the ringing chain, she held her head high and even waved at many people. If anything, she flounced her hips even more than it would have been thought possible for a woman of her age and physique. This flouncing displayed quite easily every aspect of her body. Bitch-Cunt also had acquired the ability to shake her shoulders in such a way that her tits seemed to have a life of their own as they were flung side to side and bounced up and down. Her nipples were quite erect from the physical action of the chains and from the emotional action of being displayed so thoroughly. While many folks were dismayed at what was going on, many others were quick to enjoy the show.
There were several catcalls and whistles. Things like, “Way to go babe!”, “Shake it honey”, “Work it angel”, “Nice tits”, etc.
Rocky led Bitch-Cunt to the
It was a sight that had never been seen – nor would ever be
seen again – in the
The quartet led Bitch-Cunt to a stained table that normally sat six. Madam Purée pushed one of the chairs aside. Mountain put two chairs together – one for each of her monumental ass cheeks. The chairs showed a lot of distress under the unfamiliar load but they bore up to the situation. Bitch-Cunt stood between the seated Madam Purée and Rocky. Rocky jerked her chain downward and the “pet” was brought to her knees between them.
Madam Purée said quite loudly, “Present your tits.”
Bitch-Cunt promptly lifted her tits with her hands and held them as far upward as they go. With this action, the bell on the chain tinkled quite loudly, drawing the stares of many eyes. Many were flabbergasted. Some were aroused. Men could be seen reaching beneath the table for what men typically do when faced with the slightest hint of eroticism.
BJK2 went to the counter of one of the so-called “Mediterranean” food vendors. She brought back four piles of food of undetermined origin with smells that were unfamiliar to anyone. Each member of the quartet took sample bites and made faces. There was nothing here that any of them wanted. Madam Purée took fingers full of food and reached them out in front of Bitch-Cunt’s lips. She took the food quickly. Deep down she wanted to make a face. Hell, she wanted to puke. She didn’t know what it was but it certainly wasn’t food! She swallowed. Then Madam Purée and Rocky alternated feeding her. Sometimes they would hold the food a bit high so that Bitch-Cunt had to stretch and reach for it. Sometimes they held it so high that she had to open her mouth like a baby bird. Then, they would drop it into her waiting mouth.
They finally got tired of this exercise and directed their pet to crawl over and kneel between Mountain and BJK2. These two were a bit more sinister. They took turns chewing the food and then moving their face and mouth above Bitch-Cunt’s open mouth. They would then drop the masticated food into the waiting mouth. Well, as much as Bitch-Cunt was put off by all of this, the surrounding spectators were horrified. Many of them finally got up and left.
However, other spectators gathered closer to see the show. One filthy man with a scraggly beard and missing teeth asked if he could participate in the feeding. The quartet, being of an obliging nature, nodded their heads simultaneously in consent.
The man chewed his food thoroughly, adding a lot of his special saliva to the mix. Bitch-Cunt had been horrified at the women feeding her. This new arrival was beyond the pale. Yet, she swallowed, as though eager for the product. She was a good girl!
When they tired of the feeding, they decided to move on to new adventures. BJK2 told Bitch-Cunt to masturbate. Bitch-Cunt looked around at all the folks staring at her. This hesitation was a strong violation.
Madam Purée said out loud, “Don’t make me take you to the car!”
Many in the crowd laughed. Bitch-Cunt reacted immediately by placing the fingers of her right hand beneath her loose cloth as she began stroking herself furiously. When she removed this hand from her right tit, it seemed to fall a foot and shake like a bowl of Jello.
Bitch-Cunt was immediately aroused by her own hand and her neck quickly turned red. Her nipples became even harder. Juices were seeping through her fingers and falling to the floor. Only the whites of her eyes could be seen.
She came. She really came. She came with continuous groans of pleasure. The surrounding crowd applauded. She was a star.
All four of the keepers had been constantly surveying the
crowd to ensure that there would be no unplanned interruptions of the entire
BJK2 had sidled up to him and she whispered in his ear. He smiled broadly as he followed BJK2 to her three compatriots and their charge. He had been offered the opportunity of fucking Bitch-Cunt. He should have known better. But, he thought no one could outsmart his self-aggrandized mind.
He followed BJK2 to the other women and to Bitch-Cunt. Madam Purée, BJK2, Rocky, and Mountain were all smiling broadly at him. He took as a sign of their pleasure they received from seeing his magnificent countenance. He should have recognized it as the smile of vultures (if they had teeth).
Madam Purée said, “Follow me.”
The party began walking with Madam Purée leading the pet by her chain. They came to a mattress store that had recently closed because of a lack of business. The man had made an agreement with the owner to use it for one day.
BJK2 took a key and opened the door to the darkened store. They went to the back and found a king-sized mattress set in a beautiful contemporary bed frame. Mountain told Bitch-Cunt to strip and lay in the middle of the bed, holding her legs as far back as possible.
Bitch-Cunt complied, using her hands to pull her legs almost up to her head. Her pussy glistened. Her nipples were erect. The lead chain attached to the connecting tit chain drifted off to the side of her body. She was ready.
And, the man was ready also. A bulge in his crotch was stretching his cheap suit to a measure that it had not been fitted for. Without instruction, he stripped immediately. And, he proved to be a horny, dumb male – similar to so many. He left on his socks!
BJK2 spoke in a voice that was calm and cool, “Please sir, remove your socks.”
The gentleness of her voice lulled him into thinking he was in control. He didn’t take off his socks. It was a serious mistake on his part.
Without further adieu, he leaped on to Bitch-Cunt in one mighty hop. His dick that was quite firm and it found its target immediately and plunged into the mother lode. He was a bit shocked at the ease of its entrance. He, like many men, thought his tool was a massive force. It wasn’t. Bitch-Cunt had accommodated much larger tools. In fact, she barely felt it go in.
He began humping her. The four women spectators cooed and ah’ed as though this were the mightiest fuck they had ever seen. This spurred him on to even mightier humps. Well, his dick wasn’t doing a hell of a lot for his “victim” but his pubic bone was striking her clitoris quite forcibly and was bringing her to fruition quite quickly.
She came with a groan. This aroused him even more and he spewed his load into her snatch. He collapsed on top of her, resting on her billowy breasts. He felt proud. Unknown to him, Bitch-Cunt had a “so what” look on her face. It was not a memorable fuck for her although she had appreciated the climax she had been given.
The man felt a hand reach between his legs. At first he had thought the hand was going to fondle his balls. But the hand kept reaching downward until it grasped Bitch-Cunt’s butt plug. The plug was withdrawn, surprisingly, with somewhat of a tender touch.
The next motion was not tender. With a mighty thrust, Madam Purée plunged the plug into the man’s ass hole. He shrieked like a herd of hyenas. He felt three other sets of hands hold him down and he was unable to move. He couldn’t believe their strength.
He heard a gruff voice say, “You should have taken off your socks shithead!”
Then he felt his pants being pulled up his legs with a brusque motion. They were finally up around his waist. He felt a hand grasp the head of the butt plug that lay beneath the seat of his pants. Then he heard a cutting sound. A hole was being cut in the seat of his pants to expose the red-jeweled head of the plug.
This was horrible! His ass hole hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. And, his best suit had been destroyed! Suddenly he was not so important.
As the hands lifted him to his feet, his limp, wet dick was hanging out over the still-open fly. The zipper rubbed harshly on the tender skin of his tool.
Madam Purée spoke, “Put your puny dick away you no good
piece of shit.”
As he reluctantly took hold of his wet package he cried, “Please don’t hurt me. I’m just a shoe salesman from
All five women laughed. Even Bitch-Cunt was chuckling.
“You pathetic shit,” said Mountain, “you’ve really got so many strikes against you that you have nothing to be so arrogant about.”
“I know, I know, I know,” he repeated. “Please don’t hurt me.”
BJK2 piped up, “Put on your shirt you worthless piece of shit. Don’t button it.”
He put it on. He zipped up his fly and fastened the button above the zipper. Tears were flooding his cheeks. Snot was running down into his mouth.
He whined, “Please don’t hurt me.”
Rocky assured him, “We’re not going to hurt you. We’re going to display you. We want everyone to see the jewelry we have bestowed upon you.”
Mountain took the chain that had been used to lead Bitch-Cunt and snapped it on to one of the front loops on his pants.
She instructed him, “Follow me ass hole!”
“No, no, no, please no,” he begged.
Then, Madam Purée struck him in the solar plexus, bending him double.
“Do you want more? Straighten up ass hole.”
He straightened up somewhat and spoke sadly, “Can I put on my shoes?”
“You stupid fuck. This is all you get. The rest is going to
charity. Don’t be so willing to fuck a
stranger next time. You really should
have taken off your socks.”
He felt something being scrawled on the back of his shirt –
pressing against his sweaty back.
Unbeknownst to him the message said, “I
promise to take off my socks the next time I fuck.”
Then, Mountain pulled on his lead and he followed reluctantly. Madam Purée and Rocky walked on each side of him. BJK2 walked behind. They were quite an ensemble.
Madam Purée spoke, “We’re
going to walk around the Mall thirteen times.
This is really your unlucky day.
After thirteen rounds you are going to the
Tears were now rolling down his face continuously. His shoulders were slumped. He was no longer arrogant or in charge of the world.
BJK2 spoke from behind, “Shake your ass stupid. I want to see your jewelry shimmer.”
Well, he tried to shake his ass. But, like most white men, it simply wasn’t his strong suit to shake his ass.
Bitch-Cunt watched with amusement as the party exited through the door and began their trek. Then, his voice came through her earpiece.
“Come back to the car. We’re going home.”
She was happy. She was going home. “Home” was now a place of security. There she would administer to other’s needs which in turn would administer to her need to satisfy. She had passed this test with flying colors. She could promenade in front of strangers with no reservations whatsoever. Day 11 had ended.
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