A Simple Survey?

This is a continuation of a story. It will make more sense if you read the first three chapters. Enjoy...

The night before, I'd drifted off to sleep in my desk chair, masturbating while watching the video and spirals that had ended the last Gurls survey. Since the first one, I'd changed and kept moving deeper into depravity. I had woken briefly, sore from sleeping in the chair. Even half-awake my thoughts were centered around my constant need. I had remembered my vibrator was dead and made sure it was plugged in before I stumbled to my bed and dropped back into dream filled sleep. Every dream was frustrating. I'd have sex but be denied orgasm. I'd be degraded, which turned me on, and then not get to cum.

Finally, my phone woke me. It was work. I was late. I was too ashamed to answer. I had never called back yesterday, to give them an update on my 'broken down car.' That was the excuse I'd given for not showing up for work when actually shopping for slutty clothes and sex toys. I couldn't believe how quickly my life had descended. At this rate, I was going to lose my job. However, what mattered to me was my desperation to be fucked. I heard myself groan in need.

I walked towards my kitchen for coffee, not remembering to dress. After microwaving some old coffee, I sat down in front of the computer. The video had stopped. I could still remember the words and images from last night's survey. I didn't know how long I'd be able to go without fingering myself. The video had been replaced with a prompt from Gurls. "Good gurl." I felt my pussy gush reading the prompt. It included instructions to check my email. I immediately obeyed. The email said the next survey would need to be completed in person at the mall. I felt excitement and dread. I didn't think I was strong enough to resist and was frightened and ashamed of what I was becoming. At the same time, I hoped I would go there and be fucked by one of the cute guys who did the surveys. I started masturbating again unable to stop myself.

Feeling compelled to take it further, I turned towards my open windows and rubbed frantically while spreading my legs wide. The idea someone might be watching excited me, but I only got a single weak climax and after that I couldn't even cum. Over the last few days, each time I reached a new low, I'd have an amazing orgasm. Then the same thing would not even make me cum. It was so hard to find satisfaction now and I needed it so badly. I knew I would have to go to the mall. I told myself maybe instead of being made into a sex toy, I would confront them with what they had done to me.

With that lie breaking the last of my resistance, I managed to drag my fingers from my dripping pussy and got dressed in my new mini skirt and halter top. I didn't bother with any underwear or bra. It felt strange to dress sluttily, but I couldn't stand to wear my normal conservative clothes. I threw my vibrator in my purse. I also grabbed some lube and slowly worked the butt plug in. I'd never done anything like that and was surprised at how uncomfortable it was at first and then how quickly it felt like it belonged there.

I hesitated before grabbing my car keys. The day before I'd been so horny and distracted I'd run a red light, nearly getting in an accident. Remembering that, I decided to take the bus. As I struggled to the bus stop in my new high heels, I could feel the stares and hear the comments. Now the catcalls from my dreams were true and they made me drip even harder. I climbed onto the bus and decided to stay standing, which put me even more on display.

At the next stop a man came and stood behind me. As the bus got moving, I could feel his hand sliding under my skirt. The old me would have been mortified and moved away or resisted. Instead, I stood there, pressing myself back towards his hand. After a moment's hesitation his hand slid deeper, moving into my folds and sliding inside. In spite of my best efforts to resist, I let out a moan of enjoyment. I was barely aware of the next few stops, lost in the feeling of his fingers inside me. Suddenly his fingers withdrew and he pinched my nipple. "Give me your phone." I didn't even think to disobey as I unlocked it and handed it to him. "Here's my phone number, give me a call and we can finish what we started." I breathlessly agreed.

At the mall stop I got out and went inside. I didn't really know where I was going. The last time the sexy man doing the survey had stopped me while I walked around. I tried wandering, but I didn't see anyone. I needed to be fucked. Being felt up on the bus and having everyone stare at me because of how I was dressed, had just made the need stronger. I headed to the bathroom and sat in the last stall. A small part of my brain still held rational thought, but it couldn't compete against the blinding desire. I quickly spread and started rubbing my cunt. It was no good, I couldn't cum that way anymore. I remembered the vibrator in my purse and grabbed it. I finally had an orgasm, the combination of the butt plug, public bathroom and vibe doing the job. It was wonderful and I couldn't seem to stop. I didn't even realize when I started to whisper the words from the video, "Slut, fuck, suck, obey," over and over. I didn't hear people coming in and leaving. I was lost in urgency.

Suddenly there was a banging on the door and a man's voice. "Security. Knock that off and come out of there." The shock of it was enough to make me stop. I pulled my skirt back into place and stuffed the soaking dildo back in my purse and stepped out. I wanted to play it off cool, but I couldn't seem to say anything. This was a new low and horrifyingly it brought more pleasure. There was both a male and female guard and they asked me to come with them. They led me into a room off a back hallway that seemed similar to where the survey had been done.

The female security guard wouldn't stop glaring at me. "We could have you arrested for public indecency! You're disgusting," she sneered.

I started to cry, but I also wanted to beg to be used. I was very turned on and also frightened. I tried to stammer out an explanation about Gurls and the survey and mind control. She slapped me and demanded I shut up. She told me I looked like a hooker and that if I didn't consent to a search, she'd call the cops. I agreed, part of me thrilled at the idea of hands all over my body.

She dumped my purse on the table. She pointed to the dildo, commenting that it was still wet and probably carried diseases. I stuttered out that I was a virgin. Crying hard, the shame seemed to go straight to my clit.

"Now put your hands against the wall. I need to do a thorough search." The blond, husky make guard commanded. I hurried to comply, not sure how much was fear and how much was desire. His hands roamed over me. "My God, her nipples are as hard as diamonds!" he exclaimed to the female guard. Sliding lower he uttered, "I've never felt anyone as wet as her." Next his hands were on my ass. Feeling the butt plug, he muttered "What's this?" Flipping my skirt up, he gave the plug a slight tug, not pulling it out. I whimpered hornily. "Should I pull this out? Are you hiding contraband up there?"

"Sir, it's... it's a butt plug." I whispered. He told me he couldn't hear me and I needed to speak up. I could hear the sound of the door opening and people entering. "It's a butt plug," I said loudly.

I heard the sound of laughter. The room was filling up and the female guard pointed out the dildo to everyone. She showed them how it was still wet and how big it was. I felt like I stepped into another world. I was so turned on and ashamed and compliant. I no longer lived for anything but the next second. I could feel everyone watching me and imagine them all taking turns searching me.

"Phillip, you want to search her, make sure I didn't miss anything?" the blond guard asked another man. As the sound of footsteps came over, I heard the door open and even more people enter.

"Alright, you're obviously super slutty but you're going to hold still. No grinding against me." taunted Phillip. More laughter from behind. The female guard came over with a camera. "She is going to be videoing this for documentation. When we have sexual deviants like you, at a mall where children come, we have to get lots of evidence." With that his hands slid over me, much rougher than the first male guard. His fingers pinched my tits which sent shock waves to my cunt. His hands jabbed hard into my pussy. It was too much to ignore when combined with the audience and the video and sent me into a shuddering orgasm. As he continued to pound me with his fingers he growled, "You getting this? She's definitely a deviant!" Finally he pulled his fingers out and turned me around. Mall employees watched, most with their phones recording. "These folks need to be able to recognize you and know what you are, in case you come to the mall again. Let them get a good look." Shame poured through me, running especially deep because I was disappointed that I'd only been finger fucked.

"Please... please... I need... I need -" I moaned.

The female guard cut me off before I could finish. "We know what you need, whore. Don't worry. One of the men from Gurl's is going to come and claim you. We've dealt with your kind before." My legs gave out with relief. Her and Phillip grabbed me and dragged me to a chair. "Phillip is going to zip tie your hands behind your back because otherwise we know you'll be frigging yourself in seconds. You are so pathetic." I knew she was right about both things. I couldn't wait for someone from Gurls to come and claim me.