Brenda moaned as Justine's finger popped out of her asshole. She felt like her body was one big jangle of nerves. It was almost impossible for her to get her head around the fact that four of the women who work for her had just raped her. Moreover, she was utterly humiliated that it had turned her on so much. The women had pushed her around, literally ripped and cut the clothing off her body, forced her to perform oral sex on one of them, and then invaded her with a strap-on and later a fist. Part of her felt violated and degraded. But the fact was that the assault had made her cum in a way that she had not orgasmed in years. It had been a couple years since her last boyfriend had left her, and she knew that she had a lot of sexual tension in her, but the mind-blowing orgasm she had while Katie was fisting her, it was beyond compare. How could being abused do that to her? What kind of person was she?
Brenda's reverie was interrupted by a sharp pain in her nipple. Justine grabbed it and pulled it, forcing her to sit up and slide off the desk. Justine told he to stand there while she figured out something for her to wear. While Justine picked up the tattered remnant of Brenda's orange dress, Ling told her boss to start playing with herself. When Brenda didn't move fast enough, Ling slapped her butt cheek so hard it made Brenda yelp. She put her hand between her legs and began rubbing her tender clit. Brenda had never masturbated in front of anyone before, and the experience was humiliating, but she knew if she refused much worse things would happen. In spite of the humiliation and the discomfort of being so tender, soon she could feel her lube flowing and her pulse quickening. She'd already had two huge orgasms, how could she be turned on again? By this?
Justine got her scissors out again, and went to work on the orange fabric. She cut a band of fabric off the bottom of the dress that was about 10 to 12 inches wide. She told Brenda to stop playing with herself, and she wrapped the band around her boss' hips like a skirt. She started just to the right of Brenda's bush, wrapped around her right hip, over her butt, around her left hip, and then across Brenda's front, finally covering her bush. The fabric was long enough that it overlapped for about six more inches along Brenda's right hip. Justine used two safety pins to hold the top of her new "skirt" right where it overlapped. Brenda almost laughed at the idea. From a distance this might look like a very (okay super) short miniskirt, but anyone looking at it closely would see it was just a scrap of fabric pinned together. It was so short that it barely covered her ass from behind, and she was sure that if she walked her cooch would be peeking into view.
"No, please, get me some real clothes... Please don't make me wear this." A loud shriek leapt from Brenda's mouth as Justine reached under the skirt and grabbed onto Brenda's clit, along with a few pubic hairs. Justine pulled them hard, making Brenda wail.
"You forgot to call me Mistress," she commented serenely, "and you seem to be forgetting whose pussy this is. If I want to show it off, it's mine to show off, right?" She pinched Brenda's clit so hard that the older woman saw stars.
"Yuh...yes Mis..aggh..yes Mistress," Brenda stammered out and the pressure on Brenda's clit lessened. Justine told the older woman to go back to playing with her pussy while she worked on a top for her boss. As Benda continued to diddle her clit, Ling started playing roughly with her nipples. She squeezed and pulled them, twisted them and then flicked her fingers across them sharply, making Brenda moan as she fingered herself. Soon Justine was back, with a band of fabric only 4 inches wide. She wrapped that around Brenda's chest, and used two more safety pins in the back to hold it up. While it was better than being completely naked, it wasn't like Brenda could say she was really dressed. The dress frabric was thin, and her nipples poked out clearly, plus at only four inches wide the fabric just barely covered her boobs. The safety pins held it tight enough that it didn't fall down instantly, but it didn't feel very secure either. The skirt was just as bad, so short that either her butt crack would show from the top, or her cheeks would peek out the bottom, plus it was only pinned right at the top so it had a flap that could open to show her pussy. The outfit might not be out of place on a stripper, but no one else would wear one like it!
"Come on pet," Justine said, "get your sandals back on and let's go get in your car." Ling and Maria had dressed again after playing with Brenda, and they all walked out of the office together. The evening air was cool, and Brenda shivered as the breezes played across her pubic hairs. Justine demanded her keys, and the two of them went and got in the older woman's car. Maria had to get home to her husband, saying that she was still horny and it was his lucky night. Ling and Katie followed in Ling's car.
"Okay pet, let's play," Justine started in as she drove, "put your feet up on the dash and spread your legs. Perfect, now everyone can see your cute little bush. I like the way you keep it trimmed, even if it looks like we'll need to clean it up a bit. Now reach down there and pull your lips apart. Good, now get a finger in there. Great. Now start fucking yourself with your finger, and don't stop. Don't you dare stop fucking yourself until I tell you that you can. And no cumming either, you don't get to cum again until I tell you that you can." Brenda was horrified at what this cruel young woman was doing to her. She felt like crying as she pumped her middle finger in and out of herself, worrying with every car they passed that people would see what a depraved slut she was. The worst part was that it was turning her on, and she was actually worried that she might not be able to stop herself from orgasming. She slowed down a bit, but the thoughts of doing this in public, against her will kept her right at the edge.
Soon they pulled into a supermarket lot, and Justine let her stop as she parked the car. Ling and Katie pulled in next to them, and Justine informed them all that Brenda was going to get some groceries. Justine made her get some paper out, and write down a list. One cucumber, two bottles of AstroGlide lubricant, some unlubricated condoms, and an enema kit. Brenda didn't even know what an enema kit was, but Justine informed her it would be near the condoms and the lube, and told her to get going. She told Brenda that they would all be in the store to watch her, but that she should not acknowledge them in any way, and that she should act like she was shopping alone.
As Brenda got out of the car, it struck how utterly insane this was. She couldn't go into a grocery store just wearing these two small scraps of fabric. She wanted desperately to argue, but she knew how it would go. Justine would just get angry and in the end Brenda knew she'd have to do what Justine demanded, otherwise those videos would be public. As she walked to the store the air felt cool on her pussy lips, and she worried that her arousal would cause some of her juices to work their way down her thighs into view.
As she entered the store, it was even worse than she could have imagined. It was after 9:00 at this point, so at least there were no kids there, but the store was far from empty. The bright lighting made not just her nipples but her areola completely obvious, and the vast quantities of her exposed skin became even more obvious. Brenda had always been proud of her body, she worked hard to keep it in good shape, and her long legs, shapely butt, and flat belly were definitely her best features. She just couldn't believe that she was showing them to everyone at the Kroger's on a Thursday night!
She could feel that everyone was staring at her. Some of the guys in lust, most of the women in disgust and disapproval She wanted to shout that she was being forced to do this, but she knew that would do no good. She bowed her head and headed for the produce section. The outfit was already slipping around, and she found that every couple of seconds she had to pull the top up or the skirt down or even more would be showing.
Brenda was pretty sure she could guess what the cucumber was for, so she made sure to pick one of the smallest she could find. Unfortunately, there weren't any that you could really call small, and even the one she picked was bigger than her ex-boyfriend's penis. She dreaded the thought of what Justine had planned for her.
Next, she went where the feminine products are and put the lube, the condoms, and the enema kit in her basket. She noticed that a couple guys seemed to be following her, but none of them came up to talk, thank God. She saw Justine and her accomplices a couple times, laughing at her, but she followed instructions and acted like she didn't know them. Once she had everything on her list, she made her way to the checkout, but before she could get there Justine came up to her.
