THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!! ANY CHARACTERS OR EVENTS DEPICTED ARE FICTIONAL AND ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18.
THE STORY SO FAR: Dr. Truce has sent teen redhead Jenna Trane to run errands at the mall in a compromising outfit in the hopes of improving her confidence and helping her lose her virginity to a boy. Instead, Jenna bumped into her friend, Maria, who humiliated her at Claire's before forcing her into a threesome with an employee at the Bikini Hut.
Author's Note: This chapter is on the shorter and lighter side after the last installment. If you like it and want more, you can check out the earlier chapters of Jenna's exploits (if you haven't already). This chapter focuses more on feet, humiliation, and public sex, among others. I've kept it in the BDSM category so it's with the other chapters, though it's admittedly a little lighter on that theme. As always, the story is fictional and fairly unrealistic. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 8
Jenna looked cautiously around as she followed her friend, Maria, out of the Bikini Hut. It wasn't unusual for teenagers to skulk out of the store. The Bikini Hut was known for its more risqué fashion offerings, and many teens were worried their parents, friends, or even other mall-goers might judge them for shopping there. But the skinny redhead had more reason than most to be worried. Jenna was about to steal a swimsuit. Or depending how you thought about it, she had already stolen it. You see, Jenna Trade had a yellow, t-string microkini stuffed deep in her ass.
This was not the first time Jenna had had clothing inside of her. The last time had been a few days ago, when she hid a torn thong and bralette inside her vagina after gymnastics practice. When she had done it then, Jenna had felt naughty and aroused. Jenna had expected to feel the same thrill she had felt that day. But now, all she felt was terror. It wasn't just the risk of getting caught stealing this time that had Jenna nervous. The skimpy outfit she wore had been carefully selected by Dr. Truce, her orthodontist, to maximize her humiliation. And thanks to an intense threesome in the Bikini Hut changing room, the girl was a now hot, sticky mess. Her "shirt" was a scrap of satin hanging from a steel collar around her neck, barely covering tiny size A tits. It was soaked in cum and piss and mostly see-through. Her pierced nipples, clipped to the bottom of the tit cover with carabiners to hold it in place, were visible through the translucent material. Her face was a mess too, covered in spit and semen that Maria had refused to let her wipe off. Thin strands of crusty cum had hardened in the crown of her fiery red hair. The giant glob on her left eye, however, was still partially wet and glistening. Jenna's heart felt like it was pounding out of her chest as the two girls approached the store security gates. Through her obscured vision, Jenna could make out throngs of shoppers walking past the Bikini Hut.
Will they know what I'm covered in?
The terrified teen thought to herself. She tongued the rubber bands of her green braces nervously.
Just before they crossed the security gates, Jenna froze. A terrible thought had just struck her.
What if the swimsuit in my ass triggers the security gates?
If the girl's outfit didn't get the shoppers' attention, a blaring alarm surely would. Jenna looked ruefully down at her bare legs, shiny in her own piss and cum. The only thing that covered her ass and pussy were two scraps of satin material, one in front and one in back, hanging on a small metal hula hoop suspended around her waist. The metal hoop in turn hung from a rod attached to the back of her steel collar. These scraps hid perhaps the most embarrassing part of Jenna's predicament. Her shaven teen cunt was gaped open with clamps and chains that wrapped over her thighs and attached to a butt plug lodged deep in her ass. The plug helped keep the microkini inside of her. The base of the plug bore her new title, "DUMB SLUT". To top the whole look off, a chain dangled from Jenna's pierced belly button. It ran beneath her satin loincloth to clamp firmly on her clit. All of these elements, the plug, the chains, the clit clamp, the nipple piercings, made Jenna hyper aware of every part of her body. She had already orgasmed more times than she could count, but with the never ending stimulation, she was still hornier than she'd ever been in her life. At this point, even Jenna's bare feet were wet from sex juice and piss dripping from her open pussy and down the inside of her legs. The chipped pink polish on her toes contrasted with the forest green of the Bikini Hut's carpet. She felt like an idiot for losing her shoes in the changing room.
The thought of all the strangers in the mall seeing her in such a state was overwhelming. The teen girl's eyes began to water as Jenna fought back tears. Dr. Truce had said this would be good for her, that she would be more confident if she could face the utmost humiliation head on. But this was too much. Her heart pounded as buzzing noise grew in her ears. Total panic set in. Frozen in place, like a terrified doe, Jenna couldn't take another step. Dark spots on the carpet slowly spread out from her toes as it absorbed her wetness.
Through the blur of semen and tears in her eyes, Jenna watched Maria slowly turn around. She knew Maria wasn't wearing anything under her button-up green cardigan, though the massive 34D cleavage was a pretty good hint anyways. Less obvious was that Maria had no panties under her plaid skirt. The intense fear and humiliation only served to heighten Jenna's attraction to her blond tormentor.
Maria noticed Jenna's red face and welling tears.
"Oh, poor Dumb Slut, are you scared?" She asked. Jenna stared at her bare feet, too embarrassed to look up, and nodded silently. From Maria's mouth, the "Dumb Slut" sounded endearing. She seemed genuinely concerned for her crying friend. It made Jenna's tears fall harder. She let out a pitiful sob.
"As long as you're with me, nothing bad will happen. I promise. Do you trust me?" Despite being shorter than Jenna, Maria reached out a hand and turned the wretched girl's chin up. Jenna stared past Maria's librarian glasses into her blue eyes, struggling to blink the cum and tears out of her own. She nodded slowly. She trusted Maria.
"Then let's take you on a cumwalk." Maria whispered. She took hold of the chain dangling from Jenna's pierced belly button and gently pulled the poor girl forward. Jenna closed her eyes and held her breath as she let Maria lead her by the clit through the security gates. No alarm sounded.
Of course there isn't an alarm. There's no security tag on the swimsuit! God, I really am Dumb Slut, aren't I?
Jenna chastised herself.
Unlike the soft carpet of the Bikini Hot, the ground of the mall was hard and cold. With her bare feet wet with sex, Jenna felt like she was walking on ice. Her body began to shiver uncontrollable. It was even harder now to place each foot carefully in front of the next. Her efforts failed. After just four steps, Jenna's foot slid out from under her on a trail of piss and pussy juice. She clutched out pathetically for Maria, struggling to catch her balance. The chain wrenched on her clamped clitoris. Heaving from arousal and embarrassment, Jenna leaned on Maria and looked around frantically, praying no one noticed her or the long wet mark she had left on the ground.
"Maybe try walking on your tiptoes?" Maria suggested. "That might reduce your chance of slipping. At the very least, it will leave smaller wet spots on the ground."
Jenna pulled herself unsteadily upright. It seemed like a silly suggestion, but she didn't have any better ideas. Jenna carefully raised herself up on her small toes and allowed Maria to lead her by her clit chain out into the river of shoppers passing by. Jenna's heart continued to pound in her chest. She felt light headed. On tiptoe, she looked like she was walking in invisible high heels. The skinny teen took each dainty footstep with care. One misplaced step and she could slip again. With so many people around, she was likely to fall into a stranger's arms this time instead of Maria's. The thought of some lecherous creep catching her scantily clad body dripping with sex made Jenna quiver in fear. She kept her eyes down and tried to shrink her shoulders down to make herself as small as possible. Despite her efforts, she continued to brush against people walking in the opposite direction. She could feel their eyes on her as they walked past. Sizing her up. Judging her. Jenna prayed that her loincloth stayed in its place, prayed that it kept her modesty out of view of their prying eyes. She nervously tongued the rubber bands on her braces again.
How many strangers have seen my pussy today?
Jenna thought to herself. Her freckled cheeks burned crimson with embarrassment as she tried to count them all. There was the gaggle of teens at the fountain who had seen down her loincloth from the second floor, as well as the old man who had caught a glimpse when she bent over. Then of course there were the two women in the restroom when she inserted her "Dumb Slut" ass plug, Then there were the two teens, Tartan Girl and Goth Girl, who had watched Maria finger her inside of Claire's earlier that morning. They had definitely seen her pussy. And finally Jorge, the Bikini Hut employee, who had joined in on the threesome and had most definitely seen her pussy. Luckily for Jenna, Jorge hadn't fucked her pussy. One of her summer goals was to lose her virginity to a cute boy, and that dream technically lived on. All told, Jenna estimated that probably about 10 people had actually gotten a look at her goods. Still, that was a surprisingly low number, all things considered. Jenna tugged down futilely on the front of her loincloth, desperate to keep the number at 10.
10 strangers who know I'm a....Dumb Slut.
She thought to herself. The more she thought of herself that way, the more the name seemed appropriate.
10 strangers.
She thought again. The recognition that they were *
strangers*
suddenly seemed very important. None of those 10 knew who she was. In fact, none of the people passing her now would ever see her again. Some of the shoppers watching her turned their heads as she brushed pass them. An old man here, a cute teen boy there. A few women looked closely at her face, trying to make out whether they had actually seen a wet smudge there or only imagined it. But all of them kept walking. Even if they noticed her skimpy outfit, even if they recognized the smell of piss on her body, even if they realized her face was covered in cum, it would soon just be a memory for them. "Remember that one girl we saw at the mall...that was odd," they might say years later. But why should that bother Jenna? The realization helped to quell some of her anxiety.
But only a little. There was still the possibility that someone would confront her and ask her to leave, or arrest her... or
worse
. Jenna shuddered at the thought. She doubted Maria and herself, as athletic as they were, would be able to put up much resistance against a lustful man. Still, one benefit of the large crowd is that it would be awfully hard to rape her in front of that many witnesses.
By this point, Maria had released her grip on the clit chain. Nevertheless, Jenna found herself continuing to walk a step behind her friend, following obediently on her tiptoes. While Jenna walked timidly and subserviently, Maria walked proud with her head up. The Claire's bag swung loosely in her hand. She looked like she was on the verge of skipping. As embarrassed and miserable as Jenna was, Maria was having a grand time with her girl toy.
The girls walked past one of the main entrances to the mall. Customers flooded in and out through the massive doors, sending gusts of wind into the mall. One particularly strong gust caught the front of Jenna's "skirt" and flipped it up over the metal ring. A chill wind blew directly across her gaped hole. Jenna was unable to control the chill of pleasure that ran up her spine as she grabbed at the loincloth, futilely trying to hold it down. Her body gave a shiver of cold and delight. Clutching the material in her hands, Jenna looked around to see if anyone had noticed. A single man, probably in his mid-40s, stopped with his mouth agape. The last thing he had expected this afternoon when his wife drove to the mall was to see a shaved 18-year old pussy. His necked craned to follow the nubile redhead as she awkwardly shuffled past him, covering her face from him in pure humiliation. Jenna felt like she was blushing all the way down to her bare toes. The man continued to stare at the tight teen butt cheeks poking beyond the edges of the satin loincloth, even as his wife scolded him and struggled to pull him away to a nearby American Girl store. For her part, Jenna pulled closer to Maria, as if she were a cowering dog.
Well that makes 11
