Angie's Humiliation

By: Michael Alexander

m_alexander911@hotmail.com

A cool night breeze blew gently, ruffling Angie's long dark hair as she walked across the sun baked parking lot. Despite the sinking of the flaming sun a few hours before, the sticky asphalt still radiated the extreme heat it had collected throughout the day. Angie could feel the waves against her bare legs and then right up the short black skirt that was wrapped around her hips. She paused as she stepped up onto the walkway that led to the restaurant door and looked around nervously. A single parking lot light was on, shrouding the rest of the restaurant exterior in darkness.

Angie looked through the windows of the building. The dining area was dark, but that was to be expected this late. The restaurant had already closed. She was here to pick up her best friend Kathy who was assisting the shift manager to close the store. Angie thought she saw some movement behind the counter, deep in the kitchen despite the abandoned look of the place.

Angie didn't really want to go in. When Kathy had called and told her what to wear that evening, Angie had hesitated. Of course, as usual she had eventually capitulated, putting on the short black skirt and red halter top. Angie had even given in on some of the other requirements, though not all. And that was what had Angie worried.

She opened her small purse and saw the three red colored latex balls sitting there. They were connected with a thin but solid strand of string, making a brace of golf ball sized, crimson pearls. She glanced around the parking lot to see if anyone was watching her, but she couldn't bring herself to pull them out. She closed her purse. "Maybe Kathy won't notice" Angie told herself.

She turned back toward the door and saw her friend swinging a mop around. Kathy's long blonde hair was tied in a single ponytail that stuck out through the back of a maroon hat. Angie sighed softly. No matter how hard she tried she would never look as pretty as Kat. Angie's skin was dusky; White porcelain to over baked terra cotta. Angie's dark chocolate hair was thick and shiny, but secretly she envied the blonde straight hair Kat tied back each day. Kat said Angie was just as beautiful, but Angie knew that blondes really do have more fun.

Angie rapped on the window and saw Kat emerge from behind the counter. Kathy smiled and waved at her, putting down the mop she was swinging. The uniformed girl stood the mop against the counter and quickly walked to the door, unlatching it and letting her friend in.

"Hey girl. You look great." Kat said as Angie stepped through the door.
"Thanks. You almost done?" Angie asked.

Kat grimaced. "Jason's working me harder than normal but I should be done in the next ten minutes. Come on over to the counter. We can talk while I finish mopping." Kat motioned Angie to follow her.

Angie navigated her way through the tables and stacked chairs, her high heeled sandals seeming to echo loudly in the still dining area. She tried to walk slowly, a few feet behind Kat, as they approached the counter. Kat turned and looked at her, a frown upon her face. She stopped and waited for Angie.

"You're being a bad girl aren't you?" Kat said softly. Her right hand went around Angie's waist and pulled her close.

Angie's eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry Kat, I just couldn't. Please…"

Kat's hand slid down over Angie's bottom. "Just couldn't? Oh no, girl. You're going to pay for it. You know what happens when you disobey me." Kat replied, a touch of mischievousness in her voice.

Kat pulled Angie forward and through the employee walkway around the counter and into the serving area. Angie resisted slightly, never expecting to find herself in the kitchen of the restaurant. A metal counter stood between the grills and food preparation area and the cashier stations where she now stood. Soda machines and a large warming plate stood on the counter.

"Hey Jason!" said Kathy. "I want you to meet my best friend, Angie."

Angie saw a face appear from a back storage room. Jason was dressed in his maroon uniform shirt and hat and he wore a nametag that declared him a shift manager. His apron was splattered with ketchup and other condiments, but he was smiling. Angie realized how attractive he was and she felt a sudden tingling.

Kat was still holding Angie's hand as Jason approached the counter, looking over it.

"Nice to meet you." He said, smiling warmly. He extended his hand over the counter.

Angie smiled. "Yeah, nice to meet you." She reached over the warmer plate and shook his hand. She was a little shocked when she felt the heat streaming up from it.

Jason seemed embarrassed. "Oh, sorry about that. We turned if off already, but it stays warm for a long time. Can't burn you though, see?" He placed the palm of his hand on the warm surface. "Just very warm. " He held is hand down on the plate for a couple seconds. When he pulled his hand up Angie could see that it was a light pink.

Kat laughed. "Angie doesn't mind." She looked at Angie. "Do you?"

Angie shook her head. "Um…no."

Kathy turned back to Jason. "Angie's been bad."

"Oh please, Kat no…"

Jason looked confused. Kathy nodded, smiling.

"I don't understand." Jason replied.

Kat looked at Angie and ran her fingers through the dark cascade of hair.

"Angie was supposed to wear something tonight when she picked me up and she isn't wearing it." Kat told Jason.

"Please…please Kat, don't… not here. Please…" Angie begged, turning to Kathy. Kathy ignored her.

"Want to see her tits?" Kathy suddenly asked Jason.

Jason's eyes popped open in shock. "Huh?"

Kathy giggled. "Do you want to see her breasts, Jason?" She repeated.

Jason's mouth opened and closed a few times. "Well…I…um…" He floundered.

Kat turned to Angie. "Lift your shirt." She ordered.

Angie's eyes were overflowing with tears and she looked at Kat, begging silently. Kat's eyes merely narrowed. Angie's face fell with acceptance and she took hold of her halter top with both hands and raised it upward. Her pierced navel had already been exposed and she kept her eyes downcast as the halter top cleared the swell of her breasts, baring the large nipples. She left the top bunched around her neck, dropping her hands back down to her sides.

"Oh my God." Jason muttered, watching in rapture. Angie saw his hand reach down to his pants and straighten his thickening cock through the cloth.

Kat raised her hand and flicked one of Angie's nipples. Angie jerked with the sudden sensation and Kat laughed. "Oh yes, she's been bad." Kat's eyes narrowed. "Did you even bring them?" She asked.

Angie nodded. "They're in my purse." She said.

Kat took hold of Angie purse, pulling it from Angie's shoulder. Kat opened it quickly and removed the latex balls. They jingled and rang as she put purse down on the counter behind her.

Jason looked even more confused but he stood riveted. "What are those?" He asked.

Kat smiled at him. "Vibroballs. They shake and ring when you walk." She shook them a little and all three of them could hear the little clappers inside ringing. "It's pure torture for a girl." She turned to Angie. "But you've been bad. I think you deserve a spanking." Angie opened her mouth to protest but Kat shook her head. "A severe spanking."

Kat pushed her forward until her thighs hit the counter that held the warming plate. She turned to Jason. "You can help." Jason's eyes popped open even wider.

"Angie, give your hands to Jason. Jason, you grab her wrists and pull. Don't let go." Kat ordered.

Angie nodded and reached both hands forward over the hot plate, feeling the heat bathe her arms. Jason gulped and took hold of her wrists pulling her slightly forward. Angie breasts dangled and her cheeks felt the wash of heat.

"No no Jason. Pull her forward." Kathy said, pushing Angie forward and down.

Angie squirmed as her chest moved out over the hotplate and Kathy pushed down hard upon her back. Suddenly Angie gasped as her nipples made contact with the warm metal. She tried to jerk back up but Kathy was holding her down.

"Now hold her tight Jason. I don't want her to be able to get off the plate, okay?" Kathy said to the boy.

Angie felt Jason's grip on her wrists tighten and she was acutely aware of the quick excited breaths the shift manager was making. Her breasts felt like they had been encased in a bra hot from the dryer, except instead of the pleasant and quickly suffusing heat she felt the still intense warmth of the hot plate.

Suddenly she felt a cold draft across her bottom and she realized that Kathy had flipped up her skirt. She shifted as Kat drew fingernails across the flesh and Angie shivered. Kat pushed against her leg.

"Spread them, Angie." Kat ordered.

Angie spread her legs wide apart, hoping this would please Kat and get her to let her up from the hot plate. Angie looked up at Jason, who was watching intently, as Kat picked up the vibroballs, jiggling them lightly.

"Next time I tell you to wear these to pick me up, you better." Kat said.

Angie nodded. Suddenly she felt the round hardness of the ball against the wet petals of her sex. Kat twirled the ball around, coating it with a clear cream, and then pushed, letting it enter her with a pop.

Angie gasped as it went in. The second ball was pulled hard against her sex and Kat repeated the process. As the third ball finally entered, Angie groaned loudly. Kat smacked her smartly on the ass.

"There you go sweetheart. All ready for your spanking?"

Tears poured down Angie's cheeks. "Yes, please." She said.

Kat pulled her hand back and brought it down hard against Angie's bottom.

"OWWwwwwww" Angie cried out, her whole body jerking forward, dragging her breasts along the hotplate. Jason gripped her wrists and pulled forward and down.

Kat swung again and this time all three of them heard the ringing sound of the vibroballs as Angie's hips recoiled from the slap. She cried out again, her voice a soft counterpoint to the ringing. Kat began spanking Angie in earnest, each blow sending her flesh rippling. Angie moaned as Kathy swung lower, sending fingers stinging along the lips of Angie's sex.

Then the moaning began. Angie's body rocked in time with the blows and Jason watched in amazement as the girl's short gasps gave way to little cries of pleasure. As Kat rained stinging spanks down up her bottom, Angie began to orgasm, giving way from a small wave of pleasure that built upward until it was a great roaring tsunami that rushed upward from her reddened ass up to the heated curves of her breasts.

Kat began to softly rub Angie's bottom and signaled Jason to release her wrists. Slowly, Angie lifted herself up from the hot plate and both of her torturer's gazed in awe at the flushed pink skin of her breasts and stomach. Kat reached out and cupped one breast, feeling a wave of heat. She looked at Jason quizzically.

Jason looked sheepish. "Sorry. I must have accidentally turned it back on." He said softly. He pushed a small brightly lit switch on the side of the plate, turning it off.

Kathy waved her hand. "It's okay. I think it helped."

Angie stood, weaving as she recovered from the intense orgasm that had just washed through her.

Kathy laughed and shook her hand. "Well, we still have a few more things to do, Angie."

Angie looked at her and nodded. "Okay. I'm okay. I mean…its okay."

Kathy smiled and kissed Angie on the lips. "It's okay sweetheart. You handled your punishment well." She put her hands on Angie's hips and moved them back and forth, ringing the vibroballs.

Angie gasped and clutched Kat's shoulders.

"A little sensitive, Angie?" Asked Kat.

Angie mewled in pleasure.

Kat turned toward Jason. "Angie here has volunteered to help us. She's going to mop the dining area."

Angie's eyes widened and she pulled backward. "Oh no, Kat. Please. You can't make me do that after what you just did to me." Angie begged.

Kathy laughed. "Sure I can. And if you disobey we can always sit you down on the hot plate and I can whip those perky little tits of yours. Anyway, it shouldn't take long to mop the dining area. Just take off your shirt and get started."

Angie's mouth flapped. "M-my shirt?" Her eyes darted to the windows, seeing the bright streaks of headlights flashing past.

Kat's eyes narrowed. "Yes your shirt. Take it off and get started. Or do you want to do it totally naked?"

"No Kat. I'll do it." Angie replied demurely, her eyes on the floor.

Kat smiled. "Good. Get to it."

Angie pulled the bunched up halter top from around her neck and dropped it onto the counter. Her breasts were only slowly loosing their redness and she took hold of the mop handle and began to swipe the ceramic tiles. Jason watched in rapture as the slight tinkling of the vibroballs filled the room and Angie kept herself turned toward him so that her bare breasts wouldn't be seen by those driving by.

Kat had finished putting away a few last items and tapped Jason on the shoulder.

"We're going over to my house for dessert and games. Want to come?" Kathy asked.

Jason was a little taken aback but recovered almost instantly. "Absolutely." He said excitedly.

Kat laughed at his enthusiasm but then she looked mischievous. "Do you like banana splits?" She asked suddenly.

Jason looked at her quizzically. "Um, yeah. Why?"

Kat grinned. "Cause Angie and I just love them." Her eyes turned toward the half naked girl who was busily mopping the dining area.

"Angie loves them a lot."

The outside lights of the house burned brightly as the three of them walked around and opened the fence gate. Kat and Jason chatted and joked, laughing every so often at some story or comment. Angie however concentrated on walking. It was getting harder too put one foot in front of the other. Mopping the dining area had resulted in fresh surges of desire from between her legs and the vibroballs were driving her mad. She had contemplated throwing herself upon Jason, but she suspected that Kathy would be angry.

"Here we are." Announced Kat as she unlocked the back door that led to the kitchen.

Jason looked around as the lights were flipped on. "Nice place."

Kat frowned. "I try. Mom's not much of a housekeeper."

A flash of worry crossed Jason's face. "Is your mom home?" He asked.

"No. She's rarely home at night. Bar hopping, man chasing, getting screwed, whatever you want to call it." Kat said disgustedly.

Jason looked ashamed. "Sorry."

Kat waved her hand. "Don't be. I'm used to it." She suddenly smiled again. "Want a beer?"

Jason brightened. "Sure."

"Angie, can you get Jason a beer, please?" Kat asked sweetly.

Angie nodded. "Sure. In a glass or the bottle, Jason?"

"Um…just the bottle I guess."

They watched as Angie shuffled around the counter and opened the fridge. They could still hear the light ringing of the balls as she bent over.

"Come on, Jason"Kat said, grabbing his elbow. "Let's go into the family room. You can pick out a movie."

Angie stood up with the beer bottle and watched Kat escort Jason out of the kitchen. She took a few more steps and then stopped as an extreme wave washed over her. Her fingers lifted the hem of the skirt and she pushed the unopened top of the beer bottle against her clit. She clenched her teeth as the searing cold hit her but it was enough, pushing her body over the edge into orgasm. She rocked back and forth on her feet for a second, letting the pleasure wash over her, her breaths coming in short gasps. Then it was over and she pulled the bottle away from her sex.

She quickly moved into the family room, her body once more under her control. She knew that the vibroballs could easily bring her back to feeling that excruciating need, but it would take awhile. She stepped over to Jason, who was sitting on the couch next to Kathy, and gave him the bottle.

"Thanks Angie." Said Jason.

Kat got up. "Be right back." She announced. Angie and Jason watched as she left the room.

There was a palpable silence. Angie sat down in an easy chair that stood off to the left and fidgeted a little.

"So…um…you do this kind of thing a lot with Kathy?" asked Jason.

Angie nodded. "Mostly."

He leaned forward, the beer in his hands. "Do you two screw each other?"

Angie's eyes widened. "Well, kind of. I mean, yes. Well, we make each other come." She tried to explain.

"Do you ever fuck guys?" He asked her intently.

"When Kat makes me." Angie said softly.

"Do you like it?" He pushed, trying to get her to open up.

"I love it." Angie said, blushing. Her heart hammered and her mind kept bringing up thoughts of what Jason might be like as a lover.

"I'm back!" Kat's voice announced. She held a large black bag in one hand and had three video tapes in the other. "I'll let you select the video for tonight Jason, because you are our guest." She put all three videos down on the large wooden coffee table that stood in front of the couch.

Jason leaned forward to see the titles, and visibly started when he saw the pictures of naked tied up girls on the covers.

"Hmmm… such an interesting selection." He said, laughing it off.

Kat smiled. "Oh yes. All are pretty good. BDSM Vixens is fun. But I really like Tied Up and Tortured. Angie's favorite is this one. It's called Pussy Penetrations." Kat held up one box that had a blonde girl tied to a chair with her legs spread while another girl pushed a huge cucumber into her body.

Jason seemed to consider all of them and then tapped Angie's favorite. "It's tough to decide between the Tied Up one and Angie's favorite. But she's had a tough night already, so I think we should let her have her favorite."

Kat's mouth grinned sarcastically. "You're very generous." She turned to Angie. "Will you put the tape in and then put on your cuffs please?" She dropped the black bag on the table. Angie nodded.

Kat smiled again and walked through the doorway to the kitchen and Jason and Angie heard dishes clanking. Angie stood up and pulled the tape out of the box and began turning on the VCR.

"So is this really your favorite?" Jason asked.

Angie shrugged. "Kind of. It was the first tape that we acted out. These all belonged to Kat's dad. She stole a couple before he moved out."

"So what's on the tape?"

Angie chuckled softly. "What's in the picture on the box, Jason? Girls getting everything you can imagine being pushed into them."

He smiled. "Did you like it?"

Angie didn't nod but said. "I came a lot." She pressed the play button and moved away from the screen. Immediately pictures of naked beauties flashed across the television. Jason moved his hand down to his crotch and pressed down upon his hard shaft.

Angie stepped to the side of the table and opened up the black bag. Jason's attention was drawn to her, but he couldn't see into the bag. Angie pulled out two pairs of black leather cuffs with heavy steel rings attached. She began to encase the leather around her wrist and leaned over to Jason.

"Can you help me with these buckles? I never can get them tight enough on my own." She asked, her brown eyes softly gazing at him.

"Um…sure." Jason responded. The television was making soft gasping noises that seemed to float above a sound track of squishing sounds.

Jason pulled the straps tight and buckled each cuff on her wrist tightly. He noticed the insides of the cuffs were lined with some soft foamy material and the metal rings tinkled softly in a counterpoint to the vibroballs.

Angie suddenly put her leg up on the coffee table and handed him the ankle cuff. Her skirt rode high up her thigh all the way to her waist and Jason was able to see the bare petals of her sex. They glistened and a thin strand of twine stuck out from between her labia.

"You shave." He said as he tightened the first cuff on.

"Yeah. Kat likes me shaved." Angie said, putting her hands on his shoulders to help her balance.

"It's nice." Jason said. "There. This foot's done." He said.

Angie pulled her foot down and the placed the other one on the table. She smiled, a slight blush reddening her cheeks as he once again looked across the flesh of her thigh and into the tight smooth crevasse of her sex.

"Jason? Chocolate or vanilla?" A voice called from the kitchen.

"Uh…chocolate is great." He said, his fingers working on the last buckle.

"Okay." Kat's voice sang out.

Angie dropped her leg and stepped away from him. Jason stared at her and then back at the television where a blonde haired vixen was being impaled with the business end of a baseball bat. Angie laughed at Jason's divided attention and she took hold of her skirt and wiggled it down off of her hips, baring her loins and sex to his eyes. The skirt fell to the floor and she stepped clear of it, flinging it off her sandal with a twist of her ankle. Kat entered the room holding a serving tray. It was obvious she had changed clothes as well, opting for a sheer black slip that held her breasts back with the faintest touch of lace. Jason's eyes widened we he saw her.

"The top too, Angie." She ordered as she put the tray on a side table next to the couch. It held a small army of serving bowls and scoops and a can of whip cream towered in the center.

Angie pulled her halter top off baring breasts that had already been devoured by Jason's eyes before. They were no longer hot to the touch and only the lightest shade of pink still betrayed the slow cooking they had received earlier. Both nipples were hard and pointed and Angie dropped the halter on the easy chair.

Kat however was in the process of moving the coffee table around. It's rectangular shape had been arranged so that the narrow ends were pointed from the television to the couch, leaving little room for the three of them to place any ice cream. Jason looked on in interest.

Kat motioned to the table. "Straddle the coffee table, Angie. Facing us. You won't be seeing your favorite movie tonight. Sorry." She said.

Angie moved forward and spread her legs, stepping over the solid wood table. Her face was inscrutable, but her body betrayed its needs. Kat reached between her legs and grabbed hold of the vibroballs, yanking hard on the string.

Angie gasped and cried out as the string of bells popped out of her. Her own juices dripped from the toy dangling in Kathy's hand and small trickles began to stream down her thighs.

"Lay down on the table." Kathy ordered, dropping the vibroballs onto the floor next to the couch.

Angie sat down on the table, still facing Jason and Kat and she leaned backward, lying down. She could feel the cool hard strength of the oak table under her, her legs parted and still on the floor to either side. Kat had reached for the bag and extracted two lengths of black nylon rope and she and quickly tied one end to the metal ring embedded in Angie's left wrist cuff. She passed the rope under the table and through the legs and ran it through the other wrist cuff, pulling it tightly and securing Angie's wrists down by her hips.

Kathy took the other rope and tied it to the ankle cuff. She stood up and looked at Jason.

"Give me a hand, will you?" She asked. Jason stood up and looked at Kathy.

"Take her other ankle and pull her legs up so she's bent in half, like this." Kathy said, pulling Angie's leg up and bending it so that her foot came almost to her head. Angie groaned and Jason took hold of the other leg and pulled it up, bending Angie in half.

"Take both legs while I tie them up." Kat ordered. Jason followed, yielding to her domineering attitude. Kat ran the rope under the table again, this time looping the nylon around the legs and finished tying it off on the other leg. Then she backed off.

Angie moaned from the exposure and discomfort of the position. Her sandals dangled inches above her face and she could raise her head and see her exposed sex between her breasts. Her arms were stretched tightly downward and she could barely move. She dropped her head back down onto the table.

Kat removed the sandals from Angie's feet and lightly kissed her toes. Then Kathy looked at Jason.

"Ready for that banana split?" she asked.

Jason looked perplexed. The sight of Angie tied spread just a few inches from him along with the rhythmic grunts and squeals coming from the video had his nerves jangling with desire. He longed to take out his shaft and plunge it into the sopping flower before him. But Kathy was definitely in control and he nodded, swallowing in expectation.

Kat reached to the tray and grabbed hold of a huge banana, almost seven inches long.

"Does this look like a good banana to you?" She asked innocently.

"Yeah. It looks great."

"Great. Well, got to put it in the bowl then." Kat said. She leaned forward and with a quick movement plunged the banana deep into Angie's body. Angie squealed and jerked as the fruit penetrated her deeply.

Jason's eyes popped open in surprise as Kat shoved the banana in. His hand pressed down hard upon his cock, as Kat pumped the banana hard against Angie's sex.

"Damn." Kat exclaimed. "I forgot. You don't eat the peel." She yanked the banana out of Angie, eliciting and agonizing groan from the bound girl.

Kat twisted the end of the banana, slick with Angie's juices. The peel broke away exposing the soft but ridged flesh underneath. Its pale length contrasted with the dusky skin of Angie's thighs. Kat removed the entire peel and dumped it next to the vibroballs. She put the banana to her mouth and wrapped her lips around it, sucking on the end. When she pulled it out Jason saw that it was still whole.

"I love bananas." Kathy declared. She placed the wet tip against Angie's dark opening and slowly pushed it in. Angie moaned a thin soft cry that spoke of discomfort and need. Kat pushed the banana in deeper and deeper until almost the entire fruit was embedded. Angie whimpered and Kat pulled a portion back out and began to pump, soft wet thrusts, into the pink folds of Angie's body.

Suddenly, Kat's wrist twisted, breaking off over half the banana inside Angie.

"Whoops." Kat said softly. She turned to Jason. "Well what comes next in a banana split?"

His eyes widened. "Um…the ice cream?" He answered, unsure of himself and the two girls.

Kat smiled. "You said chocolate so here we go." She reached over to the tray and picked up a small bowl of chocolate ice cream. It was slightly melted, but its thick cream still lay coolly in the shallow cup. Kat had stuck a large serving spoon into it. Now she picked it up, loading a scoop of the ice cream onto the metal utensil.

She leaned over between Angie's outstretched legs and used her left hand to split the lips of the tied girl's slit. As soon as the spoon touched the clit, Angie jerked, crying out. Kat ignored her and pushed the spoon into the crying girl, digging it deep and letting the metal edge slice the banana that was still buried inside her.

"Ohhh it's too c-c-cold!" Angie cried out, her arms and legs straining against their bonds. "P-p-please no more!" Kat only laughed and moved the spoon around inside Angie, stirring the ice cream and banana together.

"Now what?" asked Kat, looking at the awestruck boy.

"The hot fudge." Said Jason, this time with more conviction. Kat giggled.

"I like the way you think." She reached over to the tray and took a small clay pitcher in her hand. A waft of thick fudge aroma steamed from it and Jason looked at it and saw the hot fudge, still steaming and syrupy. "You pour it over the top of the banana split right?" Asked Kat, an evil smile spread across her face.

Jason grinned. "Absolutely."

Kat held the pitcher directly over Angie's clit, near the top of her sex, and began to tilt her hand. A thick dollop of fudge bubbled at the tip, and then poured down, landing with a thick shock right on Angie's clit.

"OOWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAA" screamed Angie, bucking wildly as the hot fudge began to seep downward through the petals of her sex. Kat poured again, letting a thick stream of fudge coat the swollen edges of Angie's flower. Kat moved the pitcher downward and positioned it directly above the gaping hole that held the banana and melting remnants of the chocolate ice cream. She let the fudge pour directly into Angie and they watched as Angie bucked and cried, screaming in pleasure and agony, as the hot chocolate heat filled her sex.

"Can I see that?" asked Jason. Kat eyes widened but she handed the pitcher to him. Jason stuck a single finger into the fudge and pulled it out, licking it. "It's not that hot." He said, questioning Kat.

"It's the ice cream. She was very cold already." Kat replied.

"Hmmm…" Jason murmured. He moved off the couch to Angie's side. He held the pitcher over Angie's right breast and looked at Kat.

"Go ahead!" Kat said, pleased that Jason was getting involved.

Jason poured the fudge, watching it fall and coat the erect nipple and swollen areolas. Angie's breathing came in hoarse gasps.

He sat back down, handing the fudge to Kat. She returned it to the tray and grabbed the whip cream can.

"Whip cream time, Angie!" Kat announced, shaking the can.

Angie looked through her breasts and legs at them and shook her head. "Oh p-please no. I can't take any more. It h-h-hurts. I need to come so b-b-bad. Pllease?"

Kat laughed and placed a finger on the can nozzle. She pushed her finger and the nozzle inside Angie and pushed against the nozzle. The sound of escaping gas didn't conceal the sudden squeal that erupted from Angie's mouth. Kat laughed as the whip cream filled the last of the empty space inside Angie's sex.

Whip cream erupted from around Kat's fingers and she pulled her hand and the can away, licking the white cream from her knuckles. As she sucked on one she looked at Jason who was trying, unobtrusively, to rub his cock through his pants.

"Here, let me." Kat said, putting down the can. She reached over and quickly unlatched his belt, popping the button in seconds. He had barely stood when she yanked both his boxers and pants downward, freeing the rock hard shaft from its cotton imprisonment. Kat quickly grabbed hold of it and kissed the tip, running her tongue around the head as Jason moaned loudly.

Kathy pushed him back down, keeping one hand firmly around his cock. "It's time to eat." She said. She pivoted on the couch, her left hand gently squeezing Jason rhythmically as she pulled two spoons from the tray. She dropped one in her lap and placed the other one at the sugar bottom of Angie's slit. She dragged the spoon upward, loading it with the excess chocolate and cream until the metal edge caught Angie's clit. Angie cried out, bucking as Kathy lifted the spoon to Jason's mouth.

Jason opened his mouth as Kathy pushed the spoon in and he tasted the sweet delights of sugar and cocoa, and something else as well, a salty taste, the taste of sweet juices. He swallowed hungrily as Kathy began stroking his shaft. She handed him the spoon and took the other one in her right hand. She once again delved into the succulent bowl before her, this time driving the spoon slightly in. Jason quivered as the hand grasping him pulsed and he watched in utter amazement as Kat tasted the spoonful of chocolate and banana and cream and Angie.

Jason leaned forward, trying for the moment to forget Kathy's hand and its playful stroking between his legs. He pushed his spoon forward and into Angie, deeply scooping out a sodden chocolaty banana from deep with in. He devoured it in seconds as Angie began to sob, quivering as their spoons intruded. His eyes darted to the television, watching as some poor girl cried out, her legs spread and tied apart as a bottle was pushed into her. He mimicked the process with the huge spoon upon the bound girl in front of him, tasting her body mixed with candy.

Kathy continued her caresses, all the while using the edge of her spoon to scrape, pull, and tug upon the swollen and frozen clit of her little slave girl. Angie continually moaned her bottom moving and swaying as the two diners delved into her depths for the treats. She felt them emptying her slowly, lifting the mashed banana and cream and chocolate from her like breaths of cool air on a hot summer night.

"Stand up." Kat said to Jason, pulling on his cock so that he quickly stood. She pulled him toward her so that he was fully centered above Angie tied and spread legs.

"Spread your legs, Jason." Kat ordered the obedient boy who immediately followed her orders, kicking off the boxers and widening his legs.

She pulled him forward then by his cock and pushing against his buttocks until the tip of his rod lay at the chocolate smeared opening of Angie's sex. With deliberate patience, she guided his thick shaft into Angie, who stiffened and cried out at the penetration. Lubricated with the melted remnants of syrup and cream, Jason began to pump himself into the gooey hole between Angie's legs. It was cold, but he was beyond caring.

Angie began to buck, trying to impale herself deeper on the thick cock spearing her, but only seconds inside her, Jason's strength collapsed and he paused, feeling the shudders and spasms that came with orgasm. Kat yanked him backward just as his cock began to spurt and Kathy bent forward, quickly surrounding his cream smeared and shooting cock with her mouth.

Jason gasped and the cried out as she sucked hard, pulling every last drop from his rod, and then he collapsed against the couch while Kathy knelt between his legs, her back to Angie, while she licked his rod clean of the chocolate and whip cream of Angie's crevasse.

As soon as his member was its usual beige, Kathy leaned back, licking her lips. Her eyes sparkled.

"Having fun?" She asked, her mouth parting in a huge smile.

Jason's eyes rolled over her and he smiled.

"Oh good. Let's see how quick you can get hard again." And she bent over with her face in his lap, her hair cascading in a blonde puddle around her.

Jason stared across the crying body of Angie, whose breasts, still coated with cream and chocolate, shook with uncontrolled desire. The television girl was howling as a plastic cactus was being carefully inserted into her body, spine by spine, and Kathy's mouth tongued and sucked.

It was the beginning of a great night.

Angie's Humiliation Part 2

By: Michael Alexander

Angie stopped at the heavy wooden door and began searching through her purse, pushing aside the miscellaneous tubes, compacts, and junk that had accumulated inside. Her fingers scrabbled amidst the small containers of makeup and eye shadow, as well as some of the other objects a casual observer would definitely wonder about.

Finally she found it, her hand closing upon the silver key chain and she withdrew it from her purse with a grunt. Her long delicate fingers were steady as she inserted the key into the garage door of the house. As the door opened she snatched her backpack up off of the old gas grill that Kathy's mom had never gotten rid of.

Angie relocked the door behind her, stepping into the garage and threading her way through the stacks of newspaper that Kathy's mom insisted on recycling, but never bagged or tied up. She took her white canvas sneakers off at the door, leaving them lying on the small multi-colored entrance rug.

Angie entered the house, threading her way through the family room. The large wooden bookcases and entertainment center stood along one wall across from a couch and a coffee table. Angie stopped and stared remembering how she had endured being made into a banana split, only weeks before, tied to that table. Kat had laughed and joked about her "banana slit " and Angie still shuddered remembering how the cold metal spoons had driven her mad.

The kitchen was clean, counters smelling slightly of lemon. Kat was fastidious despite her mother's lack of attention toward the house, and Angie's mind replayed that first night so many years before, when she and Kathy and both Kathy's parents, had sat around the wooden table having dinner. The spaghetti was excellent, but the salad even more so, knowing that the cucumber, cut now in thin slices, had been gripped by their daughter and plunged over and over, deep into Angie's body.

But Angie moved on to Kathy's room. It was brightly lit, with a single bed, desk, and white painted bureaus. Kathy had never moved past the pink and white lace fashion from her Barbie doll days, and Angie dropped her bag and purse on the chenille bedspread.

Angie glanced at the computer and the bedroom clock, sighing in disgust. She wanted to get on the computer and check her email, maybe even chat a little, but Kat would be home soon. Instead she turned out of the room and went to the bathroom, taking out the necessary supplies to do her hair and makeup.

"Well, don't you look pretty!" Announced Kat as she looked into the bathroom, seeing Angie through the mirror. Angie smiled and waved.

"Do you want me to put it up?" Angie asked.

Kat shook her head. "No. Leave it down. Dark and sultry for tonight, I think." Kat stepped up and ran her fingers along Angie's shoulders and then down her arms, bringing her finger tips around to Angie's cloth covered nipples. Angie shivered and let out a light gasp as her nubs stiffened.

"Oh! I have your outfit for tonight!" Kat said. "It's in my room. Come on."

Angie followed Kathy, watching as the tall blonde rifled through her drawers. Angie sat down on the bed as Kathy removed three articles of clothing. Kat turned, holding up a chevron shaped backless shirt. It was a blend of colors, like some mad painting.

"This is for your top. It's elegant and revealing. I like that." Kat grinned. "And this is for the bottom!" She held up the shortest slit skirt Angie had ever seen, one that would barely cover her bottom when standing, and would undoubtedly reveal more with every step. Kat tossed it across to her and Angie sighed in relief. The skirt was actually shorts, with a strip of material around them to simulate a skirt. She had seen them before in stores but never thought about wearing one herself.

"Oh geeze, Kat." Angie said with a laugh, fingering the skirt. Kat chuckled.

"Here, put the top on. Oh, and let me have the skirt back again." Kat said.

Angie handed the fake skirt back. "You mean shorts." She said with a smile as she took the chevron shaped shirt.

Kat smiled and opened a desk drawer and extracted a pair of scissors. "No. I mean skirt." She said, opening the scissors and quickly cutting into the black material under the fake skirt.

"Wait! No! You can't!" gasped Angie as the protective shorts dropped out of Kat's hands leaving only the wrap around skirt. Kat glared back at her.

"Yes I can." Kat tossed a small red thong at her. "You'll wear this under it."

Tears filled Angie's eyes. "Please, Kat." She begged.

Kat sighed and stepped up to Angie, folding her arms around the dark brunette. "I know you're scared, Angie. But Jason and I will be with you the whole time, or near you, and you don't need to worry. Okay?"

Angelica nodded, a trickle of moisture escaping her eyes.

"Now, let me help you out of your polo." Kathy said softly. She dropped the sliced skirt on the bed and took hold of Angie's shirt bottom, pulling the covering upward over Angie's head. Angie held her hands up as Kat exposed her lace covered breasts and placed the shirt next to the skirt.

"Take your bra off." Kat said, her voice turning slightly hard again. Angie reached behind her back, her experienced fingers finding the clasp and loosing it. She shrugged her shoulders as the cups loosened and fell, exposing her soft curves to Kat's eyes. Kat brought both hands up and with a quick motion flicked both nipples simultaneously. Angie gasped as both nipples suddenly hardened.

"Sweet." Said Kat. She bent her head downward and wrapped her lips around one upright nipple, her hand moving up to pinch the other. Angie leaned backward, moaning softly as one nipple reacted to Kat's suckling tongue and the other felt the sharp twinge of fingernails. Suddenly Kat stopped, stepping back from Angie, and smiled wickedly.

"Come on. Get out of those jeans so I can see how the skirt looks on you."

Still breathing hard Angie quickly unbuttoned her jeans, letting them drop. She kicked them off, deciding to pull the socks off at the same time. She hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her panties, pushing the soft cotton downward to the pile of denim. Kat stepped a bit closer and placed a delicate hand over Angie's flower. Angie gasped as she felt Kat's finger slide into her body, slipping in with a soft squelching sound.

"My, my, aren't you wet!" said Kathy, cupping Angie's breast with the other hand. Angie spread her legs wider, hoping Kathy would do more than tantalize her. Angie groaned with desire as Kat pulled out and held her slick coated finger to Angie's mouth. Angie knew what to do and she immediately took the finger into her lips, sucking her own juices from the proffered digit. Kat dragged a thumb across Angie's nipple and pulled her clean finger from the little slave girl's mouth.

"Get dressed." She ordered.

Angie picked up the red thong and slowly stepped into it, pulling it upward over her sex. It was too small, but Angie expected that. At least its a decent pair , Angie thought, and not one of those porn store trash thongs that were scratchy and uncomfortable . Angie felt the cotton cup her sex tightly and she spread the cheeks of her bottom to seat the strap.

Angie looked at Kat and smiled. "Bun floss. It feels like a permanent wedgie." Kathy just laughed.

"Put on the skirt." Kat said.

Angie grabbed the skirt from the bed and stepped into it, pulling it upward. The waist was elastic and hugged her hips tightly. Angie debated a second, trying to decide if she wanted the skirt over her hips, the better to keep it from falling off, or wear it as low as possible to provide the better protection against exposure. She pulled the waistband lower, showing the swelling mounds of her hip bones.

Kat held up the chevron shirt. It was a swirling marble pattern of white, gray, and brown, and looked very fashionable. Angie took the shirt and held it over her breasts, turning around so Kathy could tie the shirt in place. The shirt was a tad too small and Angie saw that while the shirt held her breasts in place, the sides of each curve were plain to the view.

Kathy turned her around and walked her over to the full length mirror on the closet door.

"I look like a slut." Angie said.

Kat's eyes narrowed. "What are you?" She demanded.

Angie looked down demurely. "A slut, Kat."

"And what kind of a slut are you?" demanded Kat.

"A pain and embarrassment slut, Kat."

"That's right. And what happens when I hurt you and embarrass you?"

"I come, Kat."

Kathy nodded. "I know, Angie. And I come doing it you." Kathy wrapped her arms around Angie and hugged her.

"Come on. Jason will be here any moment." Kathy handed Angie a set of black pumps and smiled.

Jason let out a long low whistle as the two girls walked across the driveway. Kathy was wearing a long black skirt and a matching blouse that sparkled with sequins, her long and shapely legs accentuated by the open toed high heels she wore. Her long blonde hair was loose, framing her face with an elegant beauty.

And then there was Angie. Jason's face lit up in awe as she walked behind Kathy, a beaming blushing embarrassed smile upon her face. She was so different from Kathy, and yet just as beautiful. Both girls hugged him. As Angie wrapped her arms around him he let his hands roam around her body, feeling the curves.

"That has got to be the shortest skirt that ever graced a woman's curves." He said into her ear.

Angie giggled slightly. It was tough to be embarrassed around Jason. "Kat picked it out."

Jason turned to Kat. "Nice skirt. She'll have every guy trying to get a peep under it. It sucks that they're actually shorts!"

Kat smiled and dropped her purse on the ground. "Oh damn. Angie? Can you be a sweety and pick up my purse?"

Angie's smile faded and she turned around. She tried as hard as possible to pick up the purse without bending over, but the startled gasp from Jason told her that her dainty cheeks had shown themselves.

"Here's your purse, Kat." Said Angie, handing over the black strap purse.

"Thank you, Angie." Kat said. "I'm driving. You two get to sit in the back."

All three of the clambered into Jason's car and Angie lost no time in reaching over and feeling the rock hard shaft covered with cotton and denim. She rubbed her fingers along it, feeling Jason pulse and groan.

"You want to suck him, don't you Angie?" Asked Kat, turning the wheel and pressing down the accelerator.

"Oh yes please, Kat." Replied Angie.

Kat laughed. "Alright. Tell you what. Suck him right now. If you can make him come before I get to the freeway, all we'll do to you tonight is embarrass you. If he comes after we get on the freeway, or not at all, you get punished as well."

Angie didn't respond but grabbed hold of Jason's zipper, yanking it down. In seconds she had exposed him, freeing his thick shaft, sucking, and licking it. A part of her mind recognized the fact that it was still light out, with passing drivers able to see her hunched over body and she was sure the skirt had ridden up to her waist. But none of that mattered as her lips sucked on Jason. She had to make him come.

Jason's moans were coming quicker and Angie felt his hands on the back of her head, helping her. She heard the car rev and felt a renewed burst of speed and a tiny spark of anger flared in her, but she licked round and round his shaft.

"Damn you, Jason! You better not come!" said Kat as Jason's deep groans went higher.

"Sorry." Grunted Jason. "She's just really good at this."

Angie wished she had pulled off his jeans and briefs instead of letting only his cock out. She had given Jason blowjobs before and had found that the lightest touch of her fingers on his balls had sent him over the edge. She tried to reach between his legs but he kept them tightly shut.

"Almost there!" said Kat.

"Hurry!" gasped Jason, gripping the seat and tensing every muscle. Angie felt him shudder and she drew hard on him. She pumped his shaft with her hand as she licked the tip. He began to spasm.

There was a lurching turn and Angie felt the car speed up. In a second it would all be over either way. She stopped pumping, merely licking lightly, letting fate decide.

"We're on!" yelled Kathy.

Jason gasped, his body locking in place as only the muscles that pumped his thick cream outward functioned. His hand was dug into Angie's hair, holding her head tightly upon his shaft as he heard the sounds of her sucking his fluids. He knew that she would swallow every drop, but that thought was only a mere shadow compared to exquisite pleasure he felt. Finally his body released, letting the flow ebb with small throbs. He released Angie's head and relaxed as she began licking again, catching every last drop.

"I'm impressed with your control, Jason." Kat said contemptuously.

Jason rolled his head and looked forward, seeing Kat's narrowed eyes in the rear view mirror.

"No offense, Kat, but the reality is that Angie is extremely good at sucking cock and it's been over a week since I had anything, as you well know. Besides, I held off till we were on the freeway!" He looked down at the mass of thick dark hair in his lap. He could still feel her mouth working away as he softened. "Besides, you change the rules all the time anyway. Angie doesn't mind." He stroked Angie's head softly, and then pulled her up.

Her makeup was only a little mussed and he was surprised to see that not a single drop off his explosion was left. She had a smug look on her face as she smiled at him.

"Thank you, Angie." He said softly, cupping her cheek. "I'm sorry I didn't come quicker."

Angie giggled lightly. "No you're not." She said.

Jason laughed. "You're right. I'm not." He patted the seat. "Come here. I want to hold you." Angie turned her back to him and wriggled closer across the seat, leaning into his shoulder. He draped his left arm over her shoulders, allowing his fingers to lightly rub the erect nipple under the chevron shirt.

It was only a few minutes more before they arrived at the Mall, Kathy expertly navigating the outer ring road to park in front of one of the large anchor stores. It took a moment to sort things out as they got out, letting the arc lights of the lot illuminate them.

"Come here, Angie." Kat said, gesturing to the front of the car. Angie moved forward quickly, her fingers tugging downward on the skirt.

"Bend over the hood." Kat ordered, reaching into her purse and pulling three red latex balls attached together with a string.

Angie's eyes went wide. "Oh please, Kat! There's no room for those! I mean, I'm already wearing what you want me too, please don't make me put those in!"

Kat sighed. "All right. I won't make you put them in." Angie sighed in relief.

"Bend over the hood of the car and spread your legs. I'll put them in for you." Kat said.

Angie's eyes widened again as Jason chuckled evilly. "That's what you get for not making him come." Kat said.

Angie knew when to give up and she turned to face the still warm hood of the car. She put her hands on it, feeling the warm metal and she slowly laid herself down. The heat streamed upward through the chevron shirt and she felt herself ripening as memories of that first spanking in front of Jason came back to mind.

Her skirt had slid upward just from bending over, but Kathy yanked it all the way up to her waist, exposing Angie's rear and the small strap of cloth that covered her sex. Kat didn't bother trying to pull it aside, instead grabbing the waistband of the thong and yanking it downward to Angie's knees. Angie shivered and looked around. Cars were driving along the outer road, but none were on their aisle, and other cars blocked the view.

Kat reached upward between Angie's legs, pushing the first vibroball against Angie's sex, finding it soaked. She rolled the ball against the petals of the sex and then with a single thrust, pushed the golf ball sized toy deep in. The second ball pressed hard against Angie's clit and Kat used her thumb to ram it after the first. Kat contemplated leaving the third ball out, mashed tight against the straining lips of Angie's pussy, but then relented and crammed the last bell deep.

Angie groaned with each movement between her legs and she felt stuffed. The vibroballs were a minor annoyance when sitting, but became an excruciating stimulator with every step. Angie remembered the first time Kat had shown her the vibroballs. She had been so excited about replacing the three golf balls that Angie had been made to keep inside her. Angie had liked the idea too, since the vibroballs couldn't fall out like the white golf balls. She hadn't understood that inside each vibroball was a clapper that shuddered and rang with each step.

Kat pulled her hand away, her thumb glistening. She sucked it clean and then swatted Angie hard on her bare bottom, eliciting a sharp squeal of surprise from Angie.

"You can get up now, Angie." Kat said. Angie pushed herself up from the car, barely keeping her balance as her thong twisted around her knees. She automatically reached down to pull it back into place, but hesitated when she remembered Kat standing there. Angie looked at Kat.

"Yeah, you can pull them up." Kat said. Angie took hold of the thong and pulled it upward, raising the skirt to her hips while she wriggled her bottom to seat the floss.

"You sure look sexy, Angie." Jason said, leaning against the car door with his arms crossed. He had enjoyed the show, but especially the look on Angie's face as the vibroballs had gone in. He watched as Angie resettled the skimpy skirt just under her hip bones. He couldn't figure how they were staying up.

Kat looked at both of them. "Let's go." She said.

The harsh glare of the inside lights made Angie's outfit all the more obvious. Her face blushed a constant red as other shoppers stared at her. Men stared the most, openly gazing at the scantily clad teen that was followed so closely by the cute teenage couple behind her. The mouths of husbands and boyfriends dropped as their eyes caught the soft cream curve of a buttock or the tight outline of breast.

Angie cared about being stared at, and normally would be near tears from the unwanted attention, but the addition of the vibroballs into her equation had changed everything. Every step was as if Jason or Kat were rubbing at her g spot. It was as if someone had speared her and only thrust when she herself moved. It was masturbation at the most basic level, requiring no movement or thought, other than the ability to take another step.

Kat tapped Angie on the shoulder. "Let's go in there." She said, pointing at a store with black lights and posters lighting the windows.

Angie obediently turned, entering the store, glad that it appeared mostly empty. A multitude of joke items, dragon statues, rock star posters and black light decorations hung or sat along the walls. The three of them walked toward the back, Jason and Kathy stopping at the adult novelties section.

For a moment, the three of them laughed like any young kids would laugh, chuckling over motion lotion, edible panties, and fur covered bondage cuffs. Angie was well familiar with those types of items, and she recognized a set of nylon and foam cuffs near the bottom shelf that played major parts in her own memories.

Jason picked up a bottle shaped like the chest of a girl with the inscription "Boob Lube", uncapping it and holding it to his nose. He smiled and let Kat smell it.

"Can I help you?" asked a voice from behind them. Angie turned to see a dark haired man with a short black beard looking at them. His name tag said "Tino" and "assistant manager".

Jason looked a bit sheepish. "Well, uh…" his voice trailed off.

"Absolutely." Announced Kat, taking the bottle from Jason. "We were wondering how this works."

Tino's eyes widened a little. "I would have thought that was kind of obvious." His mouth turned upward in a little smile.

"Well I'm just wondering if it works." Kat replied haughtily.

"I'm sure it does. Besides, if it doesn't work properly after you've purchased it, just bring it back with your receipt and we will give you a full refund." Tino said, smiling.

Kat looked once at Angie and then turned back to Tino. "Well, tell you what. I'd like to test it first, before I buy it. If it works well, I'll buy the bottle okay?"

Tino looked confused, wondering if he had heard this beautiful blonde correctly. "I'm sorry…you…what?"

Kat smiled and turned toward Angie. "Lift your shirt up, Angie. We need to test the Boob Lube and yours are the most accessible."

Angie's eyes grew a little wild and she took a hesitant step back. The slight ring of the vibroballs seemed very loud in the silence. Kat's eyes took a hardened dangerous look and Angie reached down, grasping the pointy bottom of her shirt. She pulled upward, pulling the tight cloth up and over her bare breasts. Tears filled her eyes and she bit her lip.

"Here Jason. Lube up her left breast okay?" Kat said, holding out the bottle and squeezing a small amount onto the teenage boy's outstretched hand. The lotion was a dark chocolate color and a similar scent filled the air as Jason reached out and cupped Angie's breast. His palm circled her nipple as she sucked in a gasp from the cold lotion. His hand made wider circles as Angie moaned and leaned forward, shifting from side to side, the vibroballs ringing their song.

"Here Mr. Tino, would you see if it works on her other breast?" Asked Kat, her voice demure. The assistant manager had his eyes locked on the whimpering teenage brunette in front of him. He raised his hand without even looking at Kathy.

In seconds two hands were lubing Angie's boobs, massaging the thick cream into her globes. Her fingers grasped the edge of the shelf, tightly clinging to the metal as she struggled to maintain her balance. Jason kept up the tingling circular motions of his palm on her nipple, knowing the gentle sensations would drive her mad. Tino however was kneading and pinching, squeezing the full mound like one of the stress balls sold three shelves further up the store.

Angie's voice squeaked as her hips shook back and forth. Her mouth parted in a soft but strong sigh and her body trembled momentarily as her first orgasm of evening rushed through her.

"I think that's enough gentlemen." Said Kat, closing the bottle top. "I think this stuff works very well." She turned to Tino who was still staring at Angie's naked bosom.

"We'll buy it."

They made Angie carry it, the thin plastic bag easily identifying the bright logo and words to anyone who cared to look. Angie's face blushed scarlet as the few people at the mall stared at her, passively ignoring the gorgeous couple with her. Every once in a while, Kat would drop her keys, turning to Angie and asking her to pick them up. The first time, Angie bent, dropping to her knees, desperately trying to keep her skirt from riding up her ass. But the low whistle from behind her was signal enough that her dainty bottom was more than just peeking out.

Angie felt as if she were in another world, one where sex and frustration mingled in ways unimaginable to any but her. Her sex was still throbbing with need, the vibroballs ringing their toll, her breasts still tingling from their earlier massage. Her mind only vaguely noticed the other shoppers.

"Lets go down here." Kat said, pushing open one of the back corridor doors that said "employees only". Jason and Angie followed the blonde domineering girl, who sauntered down the yellow painted corridor past green doors labeled with store names. They rounded a corner and Kat stopped holding up her hand.

"This is good. No one will see us." She motioned at Angie. "Lift up your shirt again, dear."

Angie didn't hesitate this time, immediately grabbing the hem of her front and pulling it up. Her breasts were still creamy and the scent of chocolate filled the corridor.

"Damn, girl, you smell good enough to eat!" exclaimed Jason, once more in rapture.

"Yeah, whatever." Said Kat while rummaging through her purse. "Ah. Here they are." She announced, pulling out a set of black nipple clamps connected with a black chain.

Angie recoiled slightly, her back against the wall. Her eyes teared up again, knowing what was to happen.

Kat handed one end of the chain to Jason, pinching the other clamp between her thumb and forefinger. "You get her right breast, and I'll take care of her left. Clamp at the same time okay?"

Jason nodded, lifting the clamp up to Angie's bare nipple.

Angie held her breath as her two friends held the clamps open, positioning them around each delicate nipple. Her mind barely registered Kat's backward counting…3…2…1, until both clamps grasped down and she uttered a single loud cry filled with a tingling pain. Her hands flew to her bosom, but were caught by Kat before Angie could touch her pinched nubs.

"What the hell is going on here?" said a deep voice. Angie glanced up to see one of the mall security officers approaching from around the corner. With a startled gasp she yanked the front of her shirt down, snagging the chain, and yanking one of the clamps off her breast. She whimpered, holding her hand to her bosom as Jason stepped backward and Kat moved in front of Angie.

"Evening, officer. Angie was just adjusting her outfit." Kat said pleasantly as the tall man approached. He wore a white uniform shirt with a metal gold badge. His Sam Browne belt was studded with pouches and containers, and a huge black metal flashlight swung from a plastic ring on his belt.

"That's not what it looks like, miss." Commented the officer, leaning to the side to look around Kat at Angie. "Are you okay, young lady?" He directed his comments at Angie.

Angie looked down at the ground and nodded. The officer's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Are these your friends? If they're not, you can tell me. I'll make sure your protected."

Angie looked up at the officer. "Oh no, Officer. They're my friends. This is my best friend, Kat." She pointed at the glaring blonde.

"Kat?" The officer asked, looking at Kathy.

"It's a nickname." Kathy said testily.

"So what's that dangling out from under your shirt?" asked the Officer, once more addressing Angie.

"Look Officer, I'll be honest with you." Said Kat, moving forward. "It's a nipple clamp. Angie was bad today and this is her punishment."

The officer looked at Kathy with a amazed expression. "You mean this is some sort of kinky sex game?" He looked down at Angie, for the first time registering her outfit. "And you're okay with this?" He asked.

Once more Angie nodded, smiling ever so slightly. The officer shook his head and let out an explosive breath.

"Well, ok. I guess you're all right then, but ya'll can't be doing this sort of thing here at the mall. Heck your outfit alone is almost indecent. Ya'll will need to come with me to the security office. Policy is for you three to receive trespass notices good for a month."

"What?" demanded Kathy?

The officer looked at Kat. "You heard me. You can't play your little sex games here. I'm going to trespass the three of you for a month. Can't come to the mall at all. If you do and we see you, you go to jail, directly to jail, you don't pass go, and you sure as hell don't collect two hundred dollars."

"That's a pretty extreme punishment, don't you think?" asked Kat, anger in her voice.

"You want to complain? If you'd rather, I can call the police now." The Officer smiled. "Or perhaps a parent?"

Kat shook her head.

"Very well then, let's go to the security office."

"Here's an idea, Officer. I'd like to offer something else as punishment. As you know, Angie here is supposed to be punished. Instead of the nipple clamps, she could be spanked" Kat paused, "by you, instead of us receiving trespass notices."

"You want me to spank your friend?"

Kat nodded, a smile on her face. "Absolutely. Thirty spanks on her bare butt." She glanced at the officer, seeing him waver.

"And then she can show you how good she can suck cock." Kat said, knowing the final offer would push him over the edge.

The security guard hesitated only a moment and then nodded his acceptance, glancing down at the cute little brunette in the black skirt. Angie had said nothing, her left breast still throbbing from the clinging clamp. She wondered how far Kat was going to make her go.

"You heard him, Angie. You get spanked for us. Get in position, girl. You know the drill." Ordered Kat.

Angie turned and faced the wall, her hands pushing the skirt downward toward her high heeled pumps. She heard the guard's breathe catch in his throat and she tugged the thong out of her crotch.

"What the hell is that ringing sound?" asked the guard.

Kat just laughed. "Her pussy is stuffed with vibroballs. How many orgasms have you had tonight, Angie?"

"Two." Angie said softly, her panties dropping atop her skirt. She laid her arms on the wall in front of her head, spreading her legs and raising her bottom upward.

"Now, now, Angie! Did you forget the rules about spankings?" Demanded Kat. "You know you're to receive all spankings bare breasted!"

Angie quickly reached down and pulled up her shirt, the hanging clamp coming free to dangle from one breast straight down. Angie groaned as the weight pulled on her nipple.

"To late, slut." Kat said harshly. "You go naked now for the whole thing." Kat yanked on the tie string to Angie's shirt, yanking them loose in a single pull. Angie cried out as the whole cloth fell to the floor in front of her feet. Kat grabbed the dangling clamp and reattached it to Angie's bare nipple, eliciting a sharp groan from the tormented girl.

"There we go, officer. She's all ready for her spanking." Kat said, stepping back and motioning toward the naked girl.

The officer stepped forward, gingerly reaching out to touch Angie. His fingers slid up over her back and around to her front where he touched the curve of her breasts. His hand bounced the chain between her nipples lightly, Angie jumping with each little tug. Finally his fingers went down her belly to cup her sex, feeling the copious amounts of juices leaking from her body. His fingers found the exposed string of the vibroballs and he yanked on it, a loud ringing coming from Angie's well.

"Hey, Officer. I said a spanking!" said Kat.

The guard smiled and turned to Kat. "Well, I just wanted to see if she was truly getting off on this. But I got to ask… Don't you think she would feel better during the spanking if she had my flashlight rammed up her instead of those oversized marbles?"

Kat's eyes widened as she glanced down at the flashlight. Its black metal length was huge, easily a foot and a half long and two inches thick, holding D size batteries. It would be cold and huge when it penetrated into Angie's soft sex. Kat's face broke into an evil mischievous grin.

Kat reached forward between Angie's legs and tugged on the vibroballs. They rang with clarity as each of the three balls was tugged from their wet enclosure. Angie moaned, shuddering naked, as each ball rubbed against her clit. With a ringing clatter, Kat yanked the balls free, swinging the bright red latex covered bells from a soaked string.

"Okay, Officer. I think Angie is ready for that flashlight now." Kat announced. "Take a step backward, Angie, and bend over. The officer is going to do one of those body cavity searches on you."

Angie's breasts ached as she moved backward, stepping out of her fallen skirt and panties. Her body trembled in the cool air as she leaned forward against the wall, bent in half. The black chain between the clamps dangled deliciously downward, seemingly pulling her tender nipples earthward.

The guard removed his flashlight with a steely slide, turning it around in his hand so that the butt of the light rose obscenely like some huge phallus. He approached Angie from behind, marveling at the sight of the pretty teenager who stood bent over at the waist; legs spread wide, the wide lips of her shaven sex gaping with need and lust. Her sex glistened and he pressed the end of his light up against her folds, twisting it along her flesh, watching as the end was coated with the juices of sex.

He pushed inward, the first inch spreading Angie's hole wide apart. She let out a tender squeal and the guard looked forward at Angie's face.

"You okay, sweety?" He asked in concern.

"Oh the heck with that!" Said Kat, her voice dripping with scorn. "She's had bigger things rammed up her before."

The guard's eyes widened. "Really? Like what?" he asked, pushing again, sliding more of the black spot light into Angie's body.

"Give us the litany, Angie. What's been inside that cute little pussy of yours?" asked Kat.

Angie bit her lip, still dealing with the cold unyielding monstrosity being pushed slowly up into her body. Her loins tried to grip the metal monster, but kept slipping as it slid deeper. The sharp slap from Kat's hand on her left buttock brought the previous order back to the front of her mind.

"Uh…a cucumber." She stuttered, momentarily pushing backward against the flashlight.

"Keep going, Angie. Everything." Kat said.

"Vibroballs." Angie said, pulling forward and then backward again.

"Go on honey, tell us all about it." Said the guard.

"B-b-bottom plug, beer bottles, soda bottles, garden hose…" Angie punctuated each item with a backward thrust against the flashlight.

"Hair brush, g-g-golf balls, ice cubes, chocolate…"

"My god, you are a slut aren't you?" demanded the guard making a hard push with the light that brought a sudden groan out of the impaled teenager.

"Keep going, Angie!" called out Jason, who was rubbing his cock through his jeans.

"Banana, ice c-c-cream, an apple, lollipop, a stapler…"

The guard looked up, his eyebrow cocked. "You fucked a stapler?"

Kat laughed. "No, I fucked her with a stapler. Good story too. Go on, slut."

"A-a-a tennis racket, a baseball bat, a candle, a ruler…"

"My god is there anything she hasn't fucked?" Asked the guard.

Kat frowned at him. "Yeah. You. Look, you've fucked her silly with that thing, so go ahead and give her the spanking.

The guard frowned but then smiled, turning sideways. He kept the flashlight buried in Angie's sex with his left hand, pulling his right out and high, crashing it downward onto the plump and white cheek of Angie's bottom.

Angie buried her mouth in her arm, screaming into the skin, muffling her intense reaction. The officer had struck her hard, sending rippling waves through her body. She leaned forward, clenching her bottom hard. Her muscles squeezed against the intruder still buried and she felt the beginnings of her third orgasm begin to build.

"Nice hand print, Officer. Can you make another?" Kat said coaxingly.

The guard swung again, planting his hand on the other side of Angie's bottom. Two huge red handprints decorated her flesh. He swung again, obliterating the first mark, but making the larger portion of Angie's tush scarlet.

Kat began counting as Angie began crying, flowing tears dripping down as she squealed and screamed into her own forearm. Finally it was over, the guard stopped his swinging, still holding the flashlight.

Kat stepped forward, taking the flashlight from the dazed man and began rapidly pumping it in and out of Angie, ramming it deeply into her. Her pink petals spread wide with each extraction, only to crush together again as the slick metal pushed inward. Squelching sounds echoed through the hallway, punctuated by the soft gasping sighs made by the spanked girl.

Angie's head rose upward and her body tensed, becoming ridged as Kat pumped against her. She began to shake and her left hand reached out and snagged Jason's shirt, drawing him close to her. He reached out as she put her weight on him, hugging her naked spread body to his. He raised his hands and yanked both nipple clamps off her chest. Angie let out a loud cry and jerked wildly, her eyes rolling, clenching her hands into fists, before relaxing into loud deep breaths.

Kat slowly stood up from her kneeling position. She held the flashlight in her hands, removed from Angie, but still covered with her juices. She watched as Angie slowly calmed down, holding on to Jason like a life line.

"Here you are, officer." Kat said, handing the gooey night light back to the security guard.

He took it gingerly, his hands trying to stay away from the creamy mess covering his flashlight.

"I want my cock sucked now." He said, looking at Kat.

"She's not in any condition to suck you." Replied Kat with a smirk. "You fucked her with your flashlight. That's enough." Kat bent down and picked up Angie's fallen clothes, handing them to Jason. He took them and started to help Angie get dressed.

"Now wait a moment. You said she would suck my cock. Either that happens or you get trespassed."

Kat shook her head. "I don't think so. Not after the three of us testify that you raped Angie here with your flashlight, threatening us all with jail."

"What?" The guard exclaimed, his eyes flashing wildly.

"You heard me rent-a-cop! What happens now is we go out that door and leave the mall, and you go out that door wherever that leads. You don't talk to us or tell us what to do, and we don't tell anyone about your body cavity search on Angie using a Mag light.

The officer hesitated, looking at Jason who had finished dressing Angie, knotting the last tie in place.

Kat smiled at the officer and then shouted. "Help! Rape! Help US!"

The officer moved forward. "Wait! Wait! Okay! Okay! You can go!"

"Well thank you, Officer. We appreciate your generosity." She motioned at Jason and Angie. "Well, out the door you two. Let's go, like the good officer said."

Angie hung on Jason's arm as they proceeded Kathy forward back into the mall. Angie's clothes were disheveled, still baring obscene amounts of flesh, but her walk was tiny and tired. Her eyes were downcast and Jason could detect the overpowering scent of sex upon the young girl holding on to him for support.

Kat strutted behind the two, her eyes turning back to the corridor door, watching for the security guard. When he didn't follow, she resumed the lead, bringing her two charges back to the parking lot and the car.

"Well Angie, I hope you enjoyed your trip to the mall." Asked Kathy as they again sat in the car, Angie and Jason in the back.

"Yes, Kat, I did. Thank you." Angie replied obediently.

"What about you, Jason? Did you enjoy your trip to the mall?"

Jason laughed. "Oh yeah. But I'm so hard now I need to pop again."

Without a word, Angie pulled her skirt up, pulling the soaked red thong down over her legs and off her feet. She fumbled with Jason's button, but his own strong fingers freed it, yanking the denim downward. Angie moved over his lap, facing him, then bringing herself downward, plunging his shaft deep into her own body.

Jason's hands freed the knots of her shirt, letting the covering chevron drop, exposing the pink bruised nipples standing erect. Flashing car lights illuminated Angie's soft skin as his hands caressed her. He picked up the fallen bottle of Boob Lube, filled his hands, and then reached up, cupping Angie's tender breasts.

Kat watched Angie's moving back in the rearview mirror. "Hey Angie! If you can make Jason come before we get back to my house, the rest of the night will just be soft gentle love making. Think you can handle that? Cause if you can't we're going to tie you to the bed and spend four hours using a belt on that tender pussy of yours."

Angie made a mewling sound, grinding downward.

"Hey Kat?" Jason said, gasping out loud in the darkness. "I think you'd better step on it. Angie is really good at this."

To Be Continued…

I want to thank Angelica "justangie" for allowing me to use her experience as the basis for this story. She was incredibly patient and honest with me as I drew forth the details of her experience. Also, I would like to thank Kathrine, for allowing me access to Angie. I have of course, used my story teller's license to create dialogue as well as attitudes, and I hope both young ladies will forgive any inaccuracies. Since both have given me permission to "fictionalize" their many experiences together, I look forward to bringing you more of their adventures in the future.

Sincerely,

Michael Alexander

michaelalexander7575@yahoo.com