Candice In Suburbia Ch 08

I was brought back home from Doctor Madison's office and then Sam, my mother and I were ordered to strip naked once again. Barbara and Sloane were in the dining room chatting amicably, and Anna insisted that I strip in front of them and let them watch.

Sloane openly stared, taking in every inch of my naked body as if it was the most remarkable thing she had ever seen. She was utterly spellbound. She couldn't take her eyes off me.

"You seem enchanted by Candice's naked body," Anna observed.

"Well, who wouldn't be?" Sloane replied. "Her body is perfect. I could watch it for hours!"

"And I've been telling Sloane about some of the kinky stuff Candice has done since she's become a slave."

"Some of it seems too far-fetched to be true," Sloane said. "But I get a thrill just hearing about it. I'd like to be more involved in her life and see more of the stuff that she does with my own two eyes."

That gave Anna the inspired idea of having me put on a show for Sloane. "Candice, why don't you fondle yourself? Touch yourself all over. Knead your breasts and play with your pussy. Make it as erotic as possible."

I glanced over my shoulder and took note that Sam and my mother were still in the room. I asked if they could leave the room first.

"Or at the very least, could my mother leave?" It's somewhat embarrassing for a girl to play with herself while her mother watches."

"Oh no," Anna said adamantly. "Both you and your mother are slaves. She understands that sometimes a slave has to act like a slut in front of their friends and family. You need to understand that too. Now get to work."

Reluctantly I nodded my head in agreement, and I tried to obey Anna's soul-crushing order.

Sloane stared at me with prurient interest in her eyes and I placed one hand on my abdomen. I rubbed my flat abs gently in slow, clockwise circles. I had to be gentle as I had fresh whip marks on my abs and my whole body from my thighs to my breasts was tender to the touch.

Then, at Anna's urging, I slid my hand up to one of my breasts. They were also tender to the touch, but orders were orders, and I palmed my left breast and brushed my thumb across my nipple. The pink, delicate flesh stiffened at my touch, and I made a sound halfway between a moan and a gasp.

With five women watching me, I cupped one of my breasts in my hand and my thumb slowly and repeatedly brushed across my nipple. An agonizing wave of desire passed through me, heating my loins, and causing my sex to throb.

"Oh yes," Sloane exclaimed. "That's sexy. Keep that up."

I tried to say something along the lines of "Yes, ma'am," but all that came out of my mouth was a strangled moan. My vocal cords thickened, and my throat constructed as delicious, tingly sensations permeated my entire body.

My breasts were sore from their recent whipping, but Anna insisted that I make a lewd, enthusiastic display of playing with them. So, I used both hands to grab them, push them together, flatten them out, push them up and knead them like bread dough. Then, I rubbed my thumbs across my nipples repeatedly, making them even more stiff and erect than before.

"

Ohhhhhh."

I squirmed my hips as the pain and pleasure I was inflicting on myself caused my sex to throb. I squeezed my wounded breasts and played with my nipples, much to Sloane's delight. She urged me to become increasingly adventurous in the exploration of my body.

"Oh, aaahhh!"

I felt a sense of shame and humiliation as everyone watched me touch myself, but I kept going. I kneaded and squeezed my breasts, rolled and pinched my nipples, and I spread my legs pornographically wide so I could have my sex lips on display when I reached down and rubbed my pink slit.

"Ooohhh,"

I gasped. My pubic lips were sore from being whipped, but I still felt a wet pulse as I rubbed my fingertips up and down the line of my sex. The swarm of delicious tingling sensations doubled and redoubled, and I found the orgasm inside of me building in strength.

I spread my legs ever further apart, feeling like a libidinous slut, but my feelings of shame and degradation didn't slow my hands down one bit as I worked two of my fingers up and down my exposed labia.

"Ingrid, come over here," Anna said to my mother. "Candice needs to understand that she can't shut you out from seeing her perform her duties as a sex slave. I want you to have a front row seat for this."

I whimpered as my mother padded forward and took up a position mere inches away from where I was standing. She was close enough that she could reach out and touch me as I made gasping sounds, played with my pussy and jerked my hips and pelvis in a suggestive manner.

I was mortified to have her standing there, but I was a slave, so I didn't argue. I surrendered myself completely, and spread my legs even wider, making my pussy even more visible to Sloane's enthusiastic gaze.

"Gosh, she seems even more naked now," Sloane gushed. "With her legs spread so wide and her bald pubes indecently on display, it's like a whole new level of nudity."

"Oh, I agree," my mistress replied. "It's a shocking level of nakedness. Most women are never this naked."

It felt like dozens of eyes were on me as I bared my naked body and rubbed my pussy with ever increasing enthusiasm and boldness. I felt shamelessly wanton for doing this in front of Sloane, Anna, Barb, Sam, and my mother, yet I couldn't stop, and my fingers kept going as if they had a life of their own.

I was indecently exposed with all my naughty bits shamelessly on display, while Sloane was respectably clothed. My hard nipples and bald, hairless pubes were erotically on display, while Sloane wore blue jeans and a tasteful, black t-shirt. The stark discrepancy between Sloane's status and mine made my heart pound madly in my chest and my loins throb with feverish lust.

I took a deep breath and rubbed my fingertips across my hard, swollen clit. I gently pulled back the hood from my engorged clitoris. I moaned as I used one hand to roughly roll one of my nipples and the other hand to stroke myself between my legs.

I whimpered and squirmed as I used my fingers to work my sex lips apart and slide deep into my vagina, while I used my other hand to knead my breasts and pinch my nipples, getting them harder and harder until they ached.

"I love how hairless and exposed you are down there," Sloane said as I worked my fingers deep inside my pussy. "It leaves your cute, puffy pubic lips so brazenly on display"

Sloane stared directly between my legs as I probed my moist interior. I felt utterly shamed and degraded, just like a real sex slave, as everyone in the room watched me.

My sex spasmed and my vaginal muscles closed tightly around my fingers as a potent orgasm began to take hold. I tensed up, thrust my pelvis forward and shuddered, but right before I could climax, Anna grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from my vagina.

I panted, whimpered and gave Anna a plaintive look, but she just pulled my hand even further away from my crotch and said, "Don't give me that look. I thought it would be more entertaining for Sloane if we had your slave use her mouth to bring you to orgasm."

"Candice's slave?"

"That's right," Anna explained. "Ingrid and Candice are my slaves. But Sam is a slave to all three of us."

Then she turned to Sam and said, "Get over here and get between Candice's legs."

Sam looked uncomfortable to suddenly be the center of attention, but she stood in front of me, gave me an apprehensive look, and got down on her knees. She sighed heavily and seemed to hesitate. Then Anna warned that if she didn't do as she was told, she could be whipped for disobedience.

"There's no rule that says a slave can't be whipped twice in the same day," Anna said firmly.

Then Anna turned to my mother and said, "Take your daughter's hand. I think it would be kinky to have you be a part of this in some small way as your daughter is licked and eaten to orgasm."

It was an extra added indignity to involve my mother in such an intimate sexual activity, but as Anna's slave, I had no choice. I couldn't refuse her. My mother took my hand and we both made momentary eye contact and then I turned to look at Sam between my legs.

When Sam finally got around to licking my vagina, I felt a delicious frisson of pleasure. My pubic lips were so swollen and sensitive, they responded to her tongue in dramatic fashion. I was unable to stifle my moans or remain still as she licked me.

Everyone in the room watched with rapt attention as my legs trembled, and I bit my lower lip. Sam kissed my inner thighs lovingly before placing her mouth once more against my crotch. She licked me again, brushing her tongue across the swollen folds of my pubic lips, exploring every inch of them.

"Ohhhhhh!"

She avoided my swollen clit at first, then the first time her tongue grazed it, I gasped like it was the most incredible thing ever. Then she slipped one finger inside of me and proceeded to lick and suck on my clit like it was some sort of delicious hard candy.

"Huh...uhh. Huhhh! Uh! Aaahhh!"

My orgasm got closer and closer, forcing me to moan and gasp louder. When the orgasm finally hit, my whole body tensed up. I shuddered, stiffened, I threw my head back and let out a long, libidinous scream and tightly gripped my mother's hand.

She gave me a look of solidarity.

My mother understood what I was experiencing. Both she and I are systematically starved for orgasms. We constantly crave orgasmic release, and when we finally achieve it, the sensations are so intense, it's like every cell in our bodies becomes supercharged and explodes in wave after wave of delicious ecstasy. She squeezed my hand and held on tightly, waiting for my extraordinary orgasm to subside.

* * *

Anna's coven had cast a spell on my neighborhood. And according to Anna it was growing. It might someday cover the entire city.

"Spell?" Sloane asked.

"It makes people believe that slavery is legal. And it makes them believe that it's legal for slaves to display their naked bodies in public.

"Public streets, shopping malls, convenience stores, at the DMV."

"Seriously?"

Sloane didn't believe in magic. She didn't think it was possible for Anna to cast spells and make it acceptable for me to expose my naked body in public.

"I can take Candice or her mother outside, strip them naked, and the cops won't arrest us. I'll just explain that they're my slaves, and the cops will leave us alone."

Sloane raised a dubious eyebrow at that, and replied, "The cops in this town will never let you get away with that. Neither will the uptight, Republican women around here. They'll call the cops on you and Candice."

"Oh, really?" my mistress countered.

"Let's go on a field trip," Anna suggested. "I'll take Candice on a walk outside. I'll take her naked and barefoot, and I'll show you how people react to her being naked in public."

I shivered and felt all squirmy inside. This sounded to me more like an attempt to make me feel humiliated and exposed than an attempt to educate Sloane. Still, as a slave, I knew better than to voice any criticism of Anna's plan.

The three of us set out on a walk. My heart pounded urgently in my chest as I walked naked outside. Sloane and Anna were respectfully dressed, and I passed by multiple neighbors in jeans and T-shirts, or jogging apparel. The way they were dressed just made me feel more naked and uncomfortable. Of course, the more exposed and vulnerable I felt, the more my sex throbbed with excitement.

"Do you see, now?" Anna asked as I walked through the neighborhood with my tits and ass exposed. "People stare, but nobody is calling the cops on us or freaking out over her nudity."

Sloane's eyes widened in amazement. She kept expecting people to freak out, but nobody did. Then she suggested we take a detour.

"Let's go down Sutter Road," she said. "I want to see what sort of reaction we get on that street."

If we walked down Sutter Road, it would eventually take us to the highway. Of course, long before we got there, we would end up passing by the homes of the wealthier families. This made me anxious, as wealthier people tended to be more judgmental and disdainful. I feared they wouldn't act very kindly towards a naked girl. Spell, or no spell.

Anna ordered me to walk in front of her and Sloane down Sutter Road. Naked, I padded down sidewalk-lined streets where pet lovers, pedestrians, joggers, and other exercise enthusiasts stared fixedly at my indecently exposed body. It was a serene, picturesque neighborhood with young married couples and retirees. They probably didn't have a lot of experience with young, naked women with conspicuously erect nipples being forced to march through their community by a harsh, demanding mistress.

It turned out being forced to walk naked past pedestrians and joggers was only the beginning of my humiliation.

Anna took me all the way to the intersection of Sutter Road and Barton Street. And then, a police cruiser pulled up and parked on the side of the street. Two officers in smart-looking uniforms got out and asked me what I was doing there on that street.

One of them approached me up close and got right in my face. She was older and taller than me, and she had broader shoulders. And I was naked, while she was clothed. And she had a badge and a gun. And handcuffs.

I immediately felt intimidated by her.

Her partner stood back about thirty feet or so, and kept her hand on her shoulder mic, as if she was getting ready to call for backup. I felt that was outrageous. In what universe did two armed police officers need backup against one naked girl?

The one that was standing directly in front of me exuded authority and I felt more helpless and cowed the more she stared at me with her stern look.

"Well, what do we have here?" she asked. "Walking naked down a public street? Are you under the influence of drugs, or just drunk?"

"What? No! Neither! I'm a slave, and my mistress ordered me to walk naked down Sutter Road!"

The tall police officer glanced over at Anna, and then back to me. She raised one dubious eyebrow and said, "Slave? You don't look like a slave to me."

"Sure, she's a slave," Anna retorted. "Just look at those legs, those abs, those firm breasts! She has a perfect body! She's got the sort of body that would spur a bidding war at a slave auction!"

The police officer furrowed her brow and seemed to have to think about that for a few seconds. She ordered me to do a slow turn, so she could examine me from every angle. I felt my heart pound in my chest rapidly and a wave of fear and humiliation washed over me, but I did as she said and allowed her to inspect my naked body from every angle.

"Okay, she has an enviable body," the police officer conceded. "But there are no rug burns on her knees. Slaves spend a lot of time kneeling and crawling on their hands and knees, don't they? Also, there are no whip marks or signs of corporal discipline on her body. When was the last time she was punished?"

"About three days ago," Anna replied. "Three or four days," she amended. "But she's healthy and heals quickly. All the marks have faded."

Both police officers seemed to consider this reply for a few moments and then the one closest to me said, "Place your hands on the side of the vehicle and spread your legs."

My heart pounded urgently in my chest, and I did as she said. And to add to my anxiety and feelings of degradation, more people came out of their houses and congregated on the street to gawk at my naked body.

"You seem obedient and timid enough," the police woman said as I remained bent over at the waist with my legs spread obscenely wide. "But I'm still not convinced."

My breathing was labored as I stood there with my hands placed flat on the surface of the parked car, my legs spread and bent over at the waist. I felt almost like a felon waiting to be frisked, but instead of frisking me, one of the women snapped on a latex glove and the other grabbed my buttocks and spread them apart as wide as she possibly could.

"If you're really and truly a slave, you've had plenty of experience with having your holes violated," one of the cops said.

"So, you won't complain if we violate your holes one more time," the other officer added. "This would just be a regular Tuesday for a naked sex slave, right?"

I screwed my eyes shut tight and when I opened them, the number of people gawking at my naked body had multiplied. There had been approximately fifteen or twenty prurient spectators on the street before, however, the numbers increased to fifty or sixty as I was made to spread my legs and lean against the police car. The crowd roared with approval as my buttocks were spread apart to expose my delicate, pink anus.

"Ohh!"

I could feel the eyes of dozens of men and women burning holes into me as a large blob of cold, oily lubricant was worked into my tight hole and strong, insistent fingers were thrust inside of me. It took all my self-control to remain bent over and shamelessly exposed as that authoritarian woman thrust her fingers roughly inside of me and probed deep.

The fingers slipped out and I breathed a sigh of relief. Some of the tension went out of me, but then the fingers unexpectedly speared my asshole a second time and impaled me hard and deep.

"Uuhhhhhh,"

I gasped as she began to jam her fingers brutally in and out. I felt my legs getting rubbery as the fingers abused my delicate orifice and tears welled up in my eyes. I took long, deep breaths and tried not to listen to the comments of the wealthy suburbanites who were enjoying my humiliation.

Then the other police officer snapped on a glove and announced that she was going to probe my vagina. The crowd seemed to think that this was an excellent idea, and they shouted out words of encouragement. I shuddered and tried to brace myself.

I couldn't remember ever being so exposed and so humiliatingly on display. My legs were spread embarrassingly wide and now I didn't even have the dignity of pubic hair to cover my now pulsing, wet sex.

The police officer stood behind me, took her hand and slowly and gently dragged her fingers across my moist, swollen pubic lips. I shuddered at her touch.

"I think maybe she is a slave," the police officer said. "Her pubic lips are very visible, plump and glistening with moisture."

"That doesn't prove that she's a slave. Remember that congressman's daughter?"

"I remember, although I doubt she was ever this wet with an audience of suburbanites staring at her naked body."

The police officer grabbed one of my swollen labia and painfully pinched it. I whimpered and squirmed and I felt my heart beat faster. Then she separated my sex lips, found the entrance to my vagina, and shoved two strong fingers deep inside of me. I gasped and squirmed my hips in an involuntary response.

"I think she likes being abused and objectified. That's a slave thing, right?"

I whimpered and said nothing as her strong fingers continued to invade my tender, pink orifice. She explored the interior of my hot, wet, pulsing sex. It was humiliating, especially with dozens of strangers watching. And yet on a certain level I didn't want her to stop.

My thighs trembled and my nipples were so swollen and erect that they ached. I whimpered and sobbed. And then the police officer slid her thumb over my swollen clitoris and rubbed it vigorously.

I panted and gasped and moved my pelvis in a shameless manner. People in the crowd yelled out words of encouragement. They couldn't see exactly what the cop was doing to my pussy, but they could see me tremble, squirm and make pathetic noises, and they liked what they saw.

She worked her fingers deep inside me, explored my moist interior and eventually located my G-spot.