The Descent
Part 2 - Shopping
She waited again, wondering what was in store this time. She glanced nervously
out the window, trying to spot his car. It shouldn't be long she thought. She
was as ready as she could be, after "that" phone call.
She'd rushed around like a mad thing, getting ready. Lucking she has some hair
removal cream in, otherwise she wouldn't have been here waiting. Apart from her
hair and eyebrows, there was another single hair anywhere. Almost nervously she
reached between her legs, lost in the feeling of such a smooth pussy. Almost
without noticing, she had slipped a finger into herself and started to play,
revelling in the feeling of playing with such a smooth pussy.
Damn, there he was, before she'd brought herself off. Nervously she open the
door, and looks each way, luckily there was no one the street, so taking a deep
breath she dashed for the car. Her nakedness was part of the instructions, but
even so, what would the neighbours think, if they caught a glimpse of her?
Reaching for the handle, she tries to open the door, it was locked! Knocking on
the window, he looks at her, and with an apologetic shrug, he unlocks the door.
A sigh of relief escapes her lips as she settles down into the seat, trying to
make herself as small as possible.
Expecting him to set off, he grabs her hands, and brings them to his nose,
breathing deeply; he can smell the scent of her musk. "Did I tell you to play
with yourself?" he asks. She shakes her head, "No" she replies, wondering just
what trouble she's gotten herself into.
Dropping her hands her sets off, not looking at her, he tell her to sit up
straight, and to stop slouching. Nervously she complies, fully realising that
she is now visible to any passers by. "Since you wanted to play" he says, "Go
ahead, play" She can hardly believe what he's telling her. Hesitantly she starts
to stroke her bald slit, gently stroking it, slowly building up the feelings.
"Not like that, you stupid Slut!" he barks at her, fuck yourself with your
middle and index fingers, and use your thumb to press on that clit of yours. She
risks a quick glance at him, seeing his frown, she realises that her
disobedience has put him into a foul mood, and if she doesn't want this trip to
stop, she'd better comply, and quickly.
Taking a deep breath, and secretly hoping that she was wet enough; she reaches
down and slides the required fingers into herself. They open her up, just like a
cock, she thinks, before pressing her clit. It feels so good, the pad of her
thumb, rocking on her clit as her fingers slowly fuck herself. She gradually
speeds up, getting lost in the moment; the feel of her fingers is good, too
good. Her slickness increases as she nears her release, her breathing gets
shallower, and one hand reaches for her breasts, ready to pinch and twist her
nipples, ready to bring her off.
His voice brings her back to the moment, "Did I mention your breasts?" he asks,
"I did not!" Glancing at her, he tells her to stop, that since she can't behave
today, he'd better take her back. As he slows the car, she starts to beg. Please
don't, I'll be good, I'll do everything you tell me, I won't misbehave again, I
promise, she hears herself begging, wondering just what it is that makes her
crave his attentions, his degradation of her. OK he finally replies, but
remember this, that's two strikes, a third and you're out, understand?
She nods, just glad to hear that she hasn't blown today's trip. She promises
herself that she'll listen closely, and do whatever he wants, no matter how bad,
maybe even how good?
You can start to play with yourself again he tells her, but I don't want you to
make it, just get yourself wet for later. Quickly she starts to play with her
smooth slit, lovingly caressing her cunt, but part of her mind is on making sure
that she's not going to make it. It was a very unsatisfying time for her. Her
body was so turned on, so desperate, but her mind was continuously telling her
to slow down, to make it last. She defiantly didn't want to make it, and loose
whatever trip he'd had planned for her.
He pulls the SUV into the parking lot of a mall. Get out he tells her, there's
clothes for you in the boot. Nervously she looks round, and sees that he's
parked in a far corner, in fact no one was around. Quickly she dives out of the
door, and turns, looking back down at her seat, seeing the expected sticky
traces gleaming on the seat. She kneels, fully aware of her nakedness, before
leaning down and licking the seat clean of her juices. She could feel the heat
increase between her legs as she lapped up her own juices. "Why am I doing
this?" she asks herself, knowing full well that being used, exposed, and made
her hornier than hell.
All too soon, or not soon enough, depending on your point of view, she finished
cleaning the seat, and ran to the boot of the SUV. Opening the door, she looked
inside, hoping that whatever clothing he'd left her wasn't too bad.
Inside were a halter-topped blouse, long skirt, and five-inch pumps. A pair of
black fishnets completed the ensemble. Working quickly she started to roll the
stockings up her legs, savouring the feel of the silk as they caressed her legs.
Frowning she looked round for the garter belt, but couldn't find one, and they
defiantly weren't hold ups either. Looking round she found what looked like the
clips from a garter, but the other end ended in a different type of clip. A low
groan escaped her lips as she realised that she had to clip the stockings to her
pussy lips. Taking a deep breath, she attached the first one to the stocking,
and then to her labia. The clip bit harshly into her soft skin, making her hiss
with the intensity of it. Before she could change her mind, she attaches the
other clips. She stands there panting with the intensity of the pain that's
courses through her labia. The stocking aren't quite long enough, and the two
clips on each labia were pulling her lips both open and down. She couldn't
remember the last time she felt so exposed. She could feel her juices slowly
dripping down her things she was that excited by it all.
The pumps were fine, and so was the skirt, although it was spilt right up to the
hip. She was beginning to think that the devilish stockings were all that she
had to fear this time, that was until she tried on the halter-top. Although the
material cupped her breasts snugly, and it did up fine behind her. There seemed
to be no way of holding the top up. Nervously she searched the boot, and found a
stylish gold chain, that ended in a pair of neat little clips. Examining the top
again, she discovered two small holes, just where her nipples would be. Cursing
him to hell and back, she finally realised how it was going to work.
She pulled the top up, and slid one of her ringed nipples through the matching
hole and clipped the chain to it. The chain went around her neck, and down to
the other side. Somehow she wasn't surprised when the chain didn't quite meet
her other nipple. Bending forward, she quickly clipped the other nipple. Slowly
standing she could feel her breasts being pulled upwards, in a not totally
unflattering way by the chain. Luckily for her, the design of the top matched
the colour of both her nipples and the chain.
Walking slowly back to him, the clips on her cunt cruelly pulled on her lips,
the chain pulled on her nipples. She was so wet, that right now she'd do
anything to feel his cock in her. He looked over as she came close, and took her
by the arm and led her towards to mall. She noticed that he held in his other
hand a small cooler.
As they approach the entrance, he stops her, and opening the cooler he hands her
a milky coloured ice-lolly. As she takes the lolly, it dawns on her just what
he's made it out of. A big grim stretches across her face, as she eagerly slides
in between her lips, fully expecting to taste is sweet cum. She rapidly pulls
the offending lolly out of her mouth, as he turns and grins at her. "Well you
enjoyed yourself so much last time, I thought you'd like a reminder!" He tells
her. I had that especially collected from your lover of last time he continues
to tell her.
She knows that her face is a picture as she realises that the lolly is made from
horse cum, and worse than that, he wants her to suck and lick the lolly 'til its
all gone. She nods her head in submission, before slowly sucking on the lolly.
She can taste the sickly taste of horse cum as it melts onto her tongue, filler
her mouth with its taste.
As they walk around the mall, she can see that a few of the other shoppers can
see right through her. Her nipples must have been more obvious than she first
thought, and as for the slit in her skirt, she's sure that at the right angle,
the clips pulling on her labia can be seen.
One particularly brazen teenage schoolgirl just keeps staring at her. She can
feel the girl's eyes boring into her as she's led around, as if she's on
display. She looks across at him, and she's not surprised to see that he's
noticed her attention too. He leads her slowly towards the teenager, making sure
that the girl gets a good look at you. When you're only a couple of feet away,
he stops, and bends his head, bringing his mouth close to your ear. Slowly,
sensuously he flicks your ear with his tongue, before whispering an instruction
to you.
She violently shakes her head; trying to tell him that she couldn't possible do
that. He responds by just mentioning baseball, and she knows that's she already
beaten. Taking a last suck of the lolly, she takes that last step, so that's
she's right in front of the staring girl. She opens her mouth to show her the
tell tale streak of cum on her tongue, and offers her the lolly. The teenagers
face wrinkles in disgust as she turns on her heel and stomps away, her head held
high. Ashamed by what she'd just done, she numbly lets him lead her away.
She's barely aware of her surroundings, aghast at what she did. She'd never
thought of doing anything like that before, before him! But now, she can't help
herself from doing whatever he wants her to do.
He checks his watch, and leads her into a shop. Somehow she isn't surprised to
see that it's a pretty upmarket tatooists. She knew that if she kept playing
with fire that one day she'd end up being burned, and it looked like that the
time had come.
They were lead straight through into the back, and the tatooist asked, "Is she
the one?" He replied yes, you know what to do. He turns to her, and tells her to
strip, that she needs to be completely naked for the nest part. The shame of
being shown off in front of this stranger mixed with the relief of having the
clips and clamps removed from her most sensitive parts.
Once she was naked, she was led to the chair, and made to sit. The leather felt
so cool against her hot skin, she found herself relaxing, enjoying the moment.
The buzz of the needle brought her to her senses. Did she really want to let him
mark her? But she found herself unable or unwilling to speak out, to stop this
madness.
The tatooist took hold of one of her breasts, and without further word, pressed
the needle into her flesh. She gasped, and looked around wildly as she realised
what he was doing. The needle was driving ink into her aureole, the tenderest
part of her breast. He slowly worked round and round filling in the complete
area, before starting on the nipple itself. The thousands of pinpricks slowly
turned from pain to pleasure as it continued to prick her. Soon she could smell
the heady scent of her own juices, as her body responded to the attention.
As she looked, she couldn't see any actual difference in her breast, it was as
if he was using invisible ink. In what seemed like no time at all, the first
breast was done, and he quickly repeated his actions on her other breast. Just
one more thing to do the tatooist said, are you sure you want it done? He looked
at the man and nodded.
The tatooist moved to between her thighs, and working dextrously he held her
moist lips apart. She shrieked, whether in pleasure or pain, she wasn't too sure
when he started on her delicate clit. The pain was intense, but so was the
pleasure, as the sharp needle drove the ink into her clit.
She could feel her body responding to the pain/pleasure, and was aghast as she
realised that she was about to cum! Reading the signs, he quickly pinched one of
her tender nipples, and told her not yet!
Finally the tattooist was done, though she couldn't see any actual change in her
appearance. Ready? He asked, as he turned off the lights, only to turn on a UV
light. She cried as she saw just what had been done to her. The tattooist had
used UV inks on her, her nipples and aureoles stood out starkly against her
skin, shining brightly in the light. Looking in the mirror, she could see that
her clit too stood out, it glowed softly in the UV light. Never again could she
wear a skimpy or light top to a club, anywhere, her body would be so visible, so
exposed, even if covered up.
Wordlessly she turned to him, thankful, that if nothing else he hadn't had her
more obviously coloured. Well you'd better pay the man he said, taking a step
away from her. She turned round not surprised to see that the tattooist already
had a bulge in his trousers.
She knew that if she wanted these trips to continue, she'd better do as asked,
though secretly, she was more than ready. She had been so turned on by the whole
trip, and denied any relief, she really wanted to cum badly.
She leant back against the table, and opened her legs, letting the tattooist see
his work clearly. He dropped his trousers and pulled her to him, lifting her
slightly in the process. She found herself being lifted, the slowly lowered onto
his member. She was so wet, so eager, the tip of his cock easily parted her
labia and entered her. He let her slide down deeper onto him 'til she was firmly
impaled on his rigid cock. Christ it felt so good she thought, to be filled like
this. Pressing herself to him, she wrapped her legs around his waist and started
to slowly fuck him. Raising and lowering herself on his cock. She was aware of
Him moving behind her and she stiffened briefly as she felt his cock press
against her ass.
Taking a deep breath she tried to relax, to accommodate Him as well. She felt
her ass slowly open as he forced himself into her ass. The feel of two cocks in
her was indescribable! There she was, trapped between two men, as they thrust
into her. She could feel the cocks so deep in her, filling her, stretching her.
She found that since they were all standing, she could control the pace by
raising and lowering herself.
She could feel her abused clit being pressed tight against the tattooist's body,
being rubbed by every movement; her own orgasm was building, rushing towards
her. Her whole body felt on fire as she wriggled on them. The feel of them deep
inside her was too much, the pleasure was almost too great, she started to fuck
them back, speeding up as her own need overtook her.
Just as she started to cum, she felt his hands on her shoulders, pressing down,
forcing her to take both cocks deep into her body. It was more than enough to
bring her to the edge and over in one headlong rush, she shrieked her release,
dimly aware that they too were Cumming in her, filling her body with their
spunk.
She regains consciousness back in her own place, lying on the sofa. Of him there
is no trace, though she can feel the cum from earlier slowly oozing from her
abused body. What a day she thinks, wondering just what he'll do next time?
