Endless Nudity Ch 05

Jean Halloran was the hotel manager. She was early middle aged, poised, authoritative with charm, and well-tailored. She also had plans that centered around me.

"Having a naked slave in my hotel has improved business," she explained to Melissa and me. "Just knowing that Jody resides here makes the morale of the hotel guests rise. And every time they catch a glimpse of her in the hotel lobby or the gift shop or the hotel restaurant, I hear about it. Everyone adores her."

I already knew all of this. Ms. Halloran wanted me to show my naked body in the public areas of the hotel as much as possible. That's why she offered us free meals as long as I ate in the hotel restaurant instead of taking meals in my room. She wanted the hotel guests to have many opportunities to see my tits and ass on glorious display.

"My current guests find it delightful to be around Jody. Logic dictates that we could bring in even more guests if it became common knowledge that a beautiful naked slave was here, showing off her perfect body to all the guests."

"So, you're planning some sort of advertising campaign?" Melissa asked. "Some TV commercials or something?"

Ms. Halloran gave us an enigmatic look and replied, "I'm afraid we don't currently have the budget for television advertising. I was thinking more along the lines of a few grand public spectacles that would increase public awareness."

Melissa furrowed her brow and smiled. "So, word of mouth advertising."

Ms. Halloran nodded and said, "It's far less expensive. And I've witnessed its effectiveness in the past."

Melissa nodded and then both women looked at me. They were going to use me as bait to draw people in. I could only imagine what sort of spectacle they were planning, but I felt certain that it would be humiliating and traumatic for me.

Melissa insisted that she should be compensated in some way since the hotel was using her slave to draw in more business. The two women haggled and eventually an agreement was reached.

The first grand public spectacle took place on the hotel's front lawn, in full view of the motorists and pedestrians traveling along Sutter Street.

It was a well-traveled street. By staging an event there, we were guaranteed to have plenty of viewers. I trembled at the prospect of being naked and humiliated in front of so many people in such a public venue. This had started off with me pretending to be a naked sex slave, but the way the hotel manager was using me as an erotic prop, it was feeling more and more real.

"Mistress, I'm nervous," I pleaded as Melissa led me across the front lawn of the hotel. She had set down a new rule that I now had to always address her as "mistress" when we were in public.

"You're going to be fine," Melissa reassured me as she tugged on my leash. "This isn't the first time I've put your tits and ass on display."

"But for such a large audience? How many people are going to be out there today?"

Melissa shrugged and kept walking, pulling me behind. "It's hard to say. A hundred? Two hundred? Three hundred? We'll know better once you're properly on display. Now come with me, and I'll show you what sort of festivities I have planned for today."

We made our way across the well-maintained, verdant lawn until we came to a whipping frame. I was certain there wasn't a whipping frame on the hotel lawn the day before. It must have been just installed.

I was made to stand between the two vertical posts of the whipping frame with my arms and legs spread far apart, and then leather straps were buckled securely around my wrists and ankles.

"That's a good start," Melissa said after I was bound and helpless. "The way you're bound, you're wide open. Your boobs and your pink slit are perfectly displayed. People will notice and want to come in for a closer look."

You'd think that would be enough, but Melissa didn't stop there. She decided that I should be covered in oil.

"The oil will create a shiny effect and help highlight your curves and your muscles."

Melissa was extraordinarily generous with the oils she rubbed into my skin, even rubbing them into the furrow between my buttocks and into my sensitive pink anus.

Some of the hotel employees came out to watch as Melissa smoothed oils into my skin. I recognized Janice from the hotel restaurant. She gazed at me intensely as the oils were rubbed into my skin. There was a hotel bartender named Charli and about a dozen other employees as well.

Their eager gazes burned into me, gazing hungrily at my naked flesh. They stood and stared. Some of them took pictures with their phones. I could practically feel their gazes upon me. It was almost as if I could feel them placing their hands on my body, grabbing at me, probing my orifices, squeezing my breasts and pinching my defenseless naked flesh wherever their eyes roamed.

Try as I might, I could not keep my hips entirely still. My pussy throbbed from Melissa's hands touching me all over and the eyes of the crowd watching with prurient interest. And then I noticed vehicles driving down Sutter Street beginning to slow, allowing motorists and passengers to get a good, long look at my bound, naked body.

Pedestrians began to notice me as well. They pointed at my naked, oiled body and made comments. Of course, when Melissa would rub oil into my tits or my plump, sensitive pubic lips, they made crude comments and made sounds like "Oooooh" and of course many of them took pictures of Melissa reaching her hand between my legs and rubbing me there.

"Oh, aaahhh,"

I gasped as Melissa's wicked touch caused my pussy to throb and become dripping wet.

Just when I felt I couldn't possibly feel more humiliated or hopeless, Melissa called out to the assembled masses and invited some of them to come up and touch my naked body.

"Women only, Melissa insisted. "She's undergoing sapphic training and I don't want her developing feelings for men. She's only supposed to crave the touch of women!"

The men in the crowd looked disappointed. However, three women who appeared to be my age boldly stepped forward to where I stood. Melissa told them that they could inspect my entire body. They could place their hands on the most sensitive parts of my anatomy, pinch me, squeeze me, and probe me with their fingers.

"Mistress!"

I called out plaintively, feeling overwhelmed at the thought of so many people with their hands on my naked, helpless body, but she ignored my panicky voice and told them to go ahead and touch me all over.

I stood there naked, with my legs spread indecently apart, my wrists bound apart and above my head, and my breasts thrust out, as a tall brunette stood directly in front of me, a redheaded girl stood at my left flank and a third girl stood directly behind me.

I gasped and squirmed as the dark-haired woman thrust two insistent fingers deeply inside my vulnerable sex. My sex was already wet and open, and this woman's probing fingers ignited a pulsing fire in my loins. I panted helplessly as the girl examined my sensitive nether lips with the fingers and thumb of one hand while probing deeply into my vagina with the other.

"She's soaking wet," the young woman announced loudly. Then she turned to her friends and said, "Feel her for yourself!"

I groaned as the tall woman's friends each took turns palming my wet sex and sending an agonizing wave of desire through me every time they touched me. The heat in my loins was growing with every touch from the inquisitive hands of these prurient strangers.

As I was ruthlessly groped, the number of spectators surrounding me grew steadily. A dozen spectators became twenty. Then there were thirty. Then fifty. And the assembled crowd just grew larger and larger. My pulse raced as I was naked and helpless while surrounded by fully clothed men and women.

Hotel security came out and worked crowd control. They made sure that no men approached me. And the women were only allowed to grope me in numbers of two or three at a time.

The first women who played with my body were working class women. But it didn't take long before a trio of well dressed, well groomed, aristocratic women stepped forward and demanded to sample my young, firm female anatomy.

"She's been waxed," one well-dressed woman announced approvingly as she examined me, "She's so smooth down there. I love the look."

The woman standing next to her reached between my legs and rubbed my swollen clit. She was impressed with its size and invited her friends to examine it closely. A flood of moisture coated the fingers of each imperious woman as they examined my wet, glistening sex.

"Oh! Ohhh! Ohhhhhh!"

I panted and whimpered as these privileged women examined my swollen clitoris, my plump pubic lips, and probed the interior of my sex with rude, inquisitive fingers. Their course, vulgar examination of my sex heated my loins, hardened my poor nipples and left my sex throbbing in hungry, wet spasms.

I could feel the orgasm rising inside of me as these aristocratic women tugged at my sensitive labia and plunged their fingers deep inside of me, however, before the orgasm could erupt, they pulled away from me so that other women could come forward and examine my naked body as well.

Three young women in jeans and sneakers advanced on me. One of the women was wearing a red hoodie. They closed around me and began to touch me everywhere as the growing crowd of people watched. My vagina, anus and buttocks were all suggestively on display. The women that came forward to examine me took note of this and the woman in the hoodie stood behind me, examining my ass.

"Oooooh, yes, her ass is perfect," said a woman's voice behind me, and I felt a warm, feminine hand caressing my left buttock.

One of her friends pinched my sensitive pubic lips, and then a third hand smacked my right buttock sharply. "She has a perfect ass for spanking," one of the young women said. "I wish I could afford to buy a slave like this. I'd spank her every day."

This comment was punctuated by a flurry of additional slaps raining down on my ass cheeks. After perhaps a score of blows, I felt two hands squeeze the sore flesh of my naked buttocks. And soon afterwards I felt a third hand upon my bottom as well. Soon all three hands were vigorously kneading my tender, naked bottom.

"She's spanked at least once a day," Melissa informed them. "It's a public event. We do it in the dining room of the hotel's restaurant, so people can watch."

I felt a sense of delicious shame and humiliation as these women talked about the joys of inflicting pain on my poor, innocent buttocks. It was both humiliating and arousing to be examined and talked about in such a way. I stood there, naked and bound, with all my charms pornographically on display, allowing scores of people to check out my ass, my pubic lips and my heaving breasts.

The crowd on Sutter Street continued to grow and eventually hundreds of spectators were assessing every inch of my naked body, and I felt another agonizing wave of desire pass through me.

It was a decadent thrill, being forced to display my naked body to so many prurient strangers. At least thirty women got the opportunity to grope me, squeeze me, finger my pussy and smack my ass. My pussy throbbed and my nipples became so hard that they ached.

Eventually Melissa announced that she wouldn't accept any more spectators from the crowd, and it was now her turn. And even though my naked body was already glistening, Melissa decided to rub even more oils into my skin. She paid special attention to my breasts and my erect, sensitive nipples.

"Ohhhhhh."

Her oily fingertips played with my rock-hard nipples and traced diligent circles around my areolas. She oiled up my breasts and polished them until they shone resplendently in the sunlight. Then her hands slid lower down my naked body. She allowed one of her hands to glide down along my taut belly and down to my indecently exposed pubic lips.

"Oooooohh, Mistress!"

I panted and gasped as she worked fingers over my pink, swollen pubic lips. I squirmed and strained against my bonds as Melissa found my hard, swollen clit. It was bulging at this point and easy to locate. I let out a breathy moan and shamelessly abandoned myself to desire. It was a public place, with over a hundred people watching, but I didn't care, I was so overcome with sexual need. I would gladly scream and writhe in orgasm while all of them watched.

My clit was throbbing and so hard that it ached. I was adrift in a sea of libidinous sensation. My breathing was ragged, and I gnawed at my lower lip as Melissa moved her hands up my slick, oiled body and grabbed my boobs.

"Oh! Aaaaahhhhh!"

I felt utterly submissive to Melissa as she massaged my breasts while the army of spectators watched. I gasped and groaned in ecstasy as my respectably clothed friend kneaded my breasts.

Occasionally she pinched and twisted my hard, sensitive nipples, eliciting squeals from my girlish lips and an insistent pulsing sensation from between my legs. And the crowds of prurient strangers watched eagerly as they could see me getting closer and closer to my inevitable climax.

"You like that, naughty girl?" Melissa asked loud enough for many of the assembled throng to hear. I squirmed and she increased the pressure against my throbbing clit. Melissa didn't normally talk to me like that, so I assumed she was playing to the crowd.

I gasped, panted, and finally replied, "Y-Yes mistress."

I moved my hips in a shameless manner, grinding my pubes against Melissa's hand. It was humiliating, but the crowd seemed to enjoy my behavior and at that moment I was truly willing to do just about anything for some sexual relief.

I thrust my pelvis forward again and again, savoring the feeling of Melissa's fingertips as they brushed across my pink slit. My clit had fully emerged from its hood and was so swollen it seemed to be twice or even triple its normal size. I panted helplessly and rode Melissa' fingertips until she pulled them away.

"It's good to see you so eager," Melissa said to me. "Slaves should always be uninhibited and ready when it comes to sex, but I'm afraid you don't get to come so easily."

I whimpered and gave Melissa a plaintive look. I strained against my bonds and would have shamelessly fingered myself to orgasm if my wrists weren't bound and I weren't so helplessly immobilized.

"You're mean!" I exclaimed as I wallowed in feelings of helplessness, betrayal and sexual frustration. Of course, that was probably the wrong thing to say.

"Slaves don't talk to their mistress that way," Melissa admonished me. Then suddenly she leaned in and cruelly pinched my nipples.

"Ow! Ow! Ooooohhhhh! Melissa!"

"And slaves don't get to call their owners by their proper name either," Melissa reminded me as she pinched even harder. She twisted my nipples as she pinched, causing the pain to escalate. I whimpered and squirmed and begged Melissa for mercy, but she didn't release my nipples from her cruel grip until I was crying, and my vision was blurry with tears.

Then her hand moved between my widespread legs. She pinched shut my sensitive pubic lips, so that my sexual juices overflowed. I trembled, forced to acknowledge my helplessness and my vulnerability. And in a stern, commanding voice, she said, "You will not climax until and unless I give permission. Is that clear, slave?"

It was embarrassing to be spoken to like that, especially with so many people standing nearby, listening to every word. But I was naked and bound. Melissa was obviously in the superior position. She had all the control, so I bowed my head and whimpered and mumbled something about how I understood.

"Louder, slave," Melissa insisted.

"Yes... Mistress," I said haltingly.

I should have hated Melissa for humiliating me in front of the large assemblage of prurient strangers, but I was delirious with arousal. Melissa's skill at naughty, exciting games had grown by leaps and bounds and the way she was forcing me to play whether or not I wanted to. My insides were turned to jelly. My whole body was surging with adrenaline and endorphins.

"Again," Melissa snapped at me. "Say that you'll never have an orgasm without my permission."

"I... I won't have an o-orgasm without your permission, mistress."

Melissa had an imperious look on her face and my face was red-hot with embarrassment. But I was excited at how kinky it all was. Then Melissa smiled a wicked smile and released my pubic lips from her vicelike grip.

"Good girl," she said. "Now I give you permission to climax."

"Aaaaahhhhh,"

I exclaimed loudly. Melissa thrust two fingers deep inside of me and located my G-spot. I had already been thoroughly sexually aroused before she speared my pussy on her strong, invasive fingers, but the way Melissa probed me raised my desire to feverish levels.

I squirmed and moaned as my girlfriend pushed her fingers inside me and probed my moist interior. Being fingered while bound and naked felt like rape, but I was embracing my delicious feelings of helplessness and savoring the erotic sensations as my orgasm began building. I moved my hips and pelvis in a lewd shameless manner as Melissa's wicked fingers brought me closer and closer.

Being dominated and publicly fingered to orgasm by Melissa filled me with embarrassment and shame but it also sent a dark wicked rush of heat through my body. It made me feel more like a naked and defeated sex slave rather than a rich girl cosplaying the role.

It felt somehow extraordinarily fitting to me that I should be my friend's legal property and that I should be objectified and publicly humiliated by her in front of a vast crowd. My head was reeling, and I had the mad, delirious thought that it was only proper that I spent the rest of my life as Melissa's naked slave. That was ridiculous of course. I couldn't possibly do that, but at that moment it felt like it was exactly what I deserved, and I was willing to accept my fate if that's what was in store for me.

There I stood, naked with my tits thrust out and my legs spread pornographically wide like some sort of slut, while Melissa fucked me with her fingers. My hips moved involuntarily in a shameless manner in response to her strong fingers impaling me, and I was panting furiously as I neared orgasm... and that's when I noticed that one of the hotel guests was pointing a camcorder directly at me. It was Emma, the hotel guest, who had spanked me the day before.

I blushed furiously, knowing red-hot shame at the thought that Emma would watch that video of me writhing and gasping in orgasm as I was raped by my friend. I felt an even deeper sense of shame knowing that she might share that video with her friends or prurient strangers. How many people did she know that would be into something so kinky as lesbian rape and bondage?

I was too overwhelmed by the libidinous throbbing in my loins to consider the question rationally. I was feverish with lust, and I screamed as I was compelled towards climax by Melissa's demanding fingers pumping in and out of my pussy. I was lost in sensory overload, my mind turned off, my head reeling, as I was impaled, probed, and fingered until my body was no longer mine, as my dominant friend guided me to a climax of extraordinary proportions.

Even after I was done shuddering, Melissa continued to fuck me, bringing me to a second orgasm. And a third. Bound spread-eagled, my pussy forced open and stuffed full, I was utterly unable to prevent her. I came and came, and it didn't seem as though I would ever stop.

"Aaahh! Aaaahhhh! Aaaaahhhhh! Aaaaaahhhhhh!"

I screamed as dark carnal rapture spread through my body in wave after wave. My body twitched and convulsed, and I screamed my throat raw. When it was all over my inner thighs were coated with my sexual juices. I felt ashamed that the whole thing had been captured on film and my breasts heaved up and down as I panted and tried to regain some semblance of control over my own body.