It was a potently humbling experience to be forced to walk naked up and down the street in a suburban neighborhood while dozens of wide-eyed strangers gathered around to get an eyeful of my exposed body.
And the fact that I was handcuffed and led around by my poor, abused nipples and pubic lips made my situation even more embarrassing. I whimpered and felt an overwhelming desire to cover up. The more witnesses there were to ogle my naked body, the more exposed and vulnerable I felt. I felt more naked than naked. And the longer I was forced to stay outside, the more people came out of their homes and congregated around me to get a good look.
It was degrading to have so many strangers gathering around and assessing my naked buttocks, breasts, and bald pubes. I could feel myself blushing crimson as they studied my naked body, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me when I was finally led back inside.
"Ooooh!"
I gasped as Danni pulled hard on the chains attached to my poor nipples and labia. I hated the metal jaws that were clamped down tight on the most delicate parts of my anatomy, but when Regina stepped forward and unclipped the two metal jaws from my nipples, I groaned as my blood circulation agonizingly returned to my poor, pink nubs.
"I have an idea," Regina said as I felt the blood return to my throbbing nipples." Let's throw her on the table and spread her legs apart."
My wrists were still handcuffed behind my back, so it was seriously uncomfortable when they laid me down. I squirmed awkwardly to keep the stainless-steel cuffs from pressing into my back. And while I was squirming, two women grabbed my ankles and spread them apart, then another woman removed the clamps from my tortured sex lips. I arched my back and cried out as fresh pain exploded from my sex.
Following Regina's instructions, some of the other women flipped me over and unlocked my handcuffs. It was nice to have my hands free, but it didn't last. More hands grabbed me and spread my wrists and ankles far apart, so I ended up spread-eagle and face-up on the dining room table.
"Now she looks like a virgin sacrifice," someone commented. This comment was greeted with amused laughter as Regina climbed up onto the table, planting her hands on my inner thighs and guiding her face between my legs.
"And I'm the Pagan goddess who's going to devour her," Regina announced before lowering her face to my wounded sex and running her tongue up and down my sensitive sex lips. I moaned loudly, then one of the women placed her hand firmly over my mouth, muffling the sound of my moans.
"Keep your hand there," somebody urged, as Regina slowly worked my sex lips open with her fingers and slipped her tongue inside me.
I moaned and twisted around as Regina ate my pussy, however, my moans were muffled and my attempts to twist away were thwarted by the women who held me down and kept me spread wide open.
I cried out, my hips jerking as Regina's tongue licked across my super-sensitive pubic lips and swollen clitoris. My squirming and muffled yelps and groans were grand entertainment for the roomful of women watching me. And my shameful, wanton writhing inspired a chorus of laughter and taunts.
"Mmmmmfffff!"
Regina's expert tongue ravaged my swollen clitoris, and my pelvis bounced in a shameful, libidinous fashion as she feasted on my sex. The women gripping my ankles pulled my legs even further apart. I was splayed wide open as Regina's mouth engulfed my sex. I made muffled moaning and whimpering sounds as her tongue stroked and her teeth nibbled at me. I was trembling and writhing shamelessly as a crowd of women watched and made mocking comments, robbing me of my dignity.
I gasped, panted, and twisted my hips, gyrating like a slut as the woman above me continued to apply her mouth to profound effect. Finally, the hand was removed from my mouth just before the orgasm swept over me, rolling and roaring like a tidal wave. It was relentless. I felt the sheer power of it as it swept in. I screamed. I felt a potent sensation of embarrassment as dozens of knowing eyes watched me writhe, twist, and squirm in orgasmic bliss. I arched my back and let out a scream of raw ecstasy. And then, my first orgasm gave rise to a second and my cries of orgasmic release redoubled in strength. I thrashed around on the table, spasmed in orgasm, and was finally spent. I whimpered, then inhaled a deep ragged breath and cried out once more. All those eyes; watching, missing nothing. All those ears; listening, equally alert to my wanton display. I could feel myself blushing red-hot with shame and embarrassment.
I felt emotionally and physically exhausted, but the women weren't done with me yet. I was grabbed by many hands, deposited on the floor, and made to kneel in front of a woman named Nat. The woman lifted her skirt and exposed her swollen, pink pubic lips to me. Without being told, I knew what was expected of me, and despite my exhaustion, I began to lick.
Of course, the women surrounding me wanted to participate as well. And while I lapped at Nat's pussy, I felt the hands of the other women crawling all over me, groping me between my legs, molesting my breasts, smacking my ass, and kneading my sore buttocks.
This went on for hours. I would lick one woman to orgasm, and then I would barely have enough time to register the face of the next woman before I was forced between her thighs. I tasted so much pussy and made so many women moan and shudder, I lost count.
* * *
Of course, Corrine wasn't the only wealthy woman who could hire me to perform for their libidinous pleasures. There were others out there, and word of my desirability as a lesbian sex slave spread quickly.
My Aunt Emma had befriended a wealthy woman named Susanne. Susanne was in her late forties or early fifties, but looked elegant and polished with a trim figure, custom tailored clothes, and a cute pixie haircut. Susanne shared my aunt's fetishes, and when she learned that my aunt had a beautiful niece that could (for a fee) be delivered to her home naked and in handcuffs to be sexually abused, punished and humiliated, she immediately decided to pay whatever it cost.
Susanne lived in a house in Augustus Beach. Anna drove me out there and parked at the bottom of a steep hill, told me to get out of the car and strip.
Strip naked? Here?" I asked, my voice plaintive as I gave Anna a pleading look. Augustus Beach was way outside the range of her spell. If I got arrested for indecent exposure here, I could get into serious trouble. I gestured out towards the ocean. I could see people in wetsuits. Some of them had surfboards with them. They were close enough; they'd be able to get a good look at my naked ass if I took off my clothes.
"Don't worry about it," Anna said calmly. "They film plenty of movie scenes on this beach. If they see you naked, they'll probably just assume you're an actress, performing a nude scene."
"With no cameras?"
"Cameras these days can be very small," Anna assured me. And then she reached into her purse and pulled out a camcorder that was about the size of my fist.
I gazed back out towards the people with the surfboards and wondered how well they could see me. I was nervous about exposing myself to them, but Anna gave me an irritated look.
"Candice, you're making me wait."
I felt a swarm of butterflies in my stomach, but Anna's authority over me was a powerful thing. My submissive nature responded to Anna's dominant body language and stern tone of voice, and I reached for the front of my shirt and began to unbutton it.
