Another four weeks has gone by since my blackmailer contacted me and used me repeatedly. It was exactly four weeks to the day that he contacted me prior to that for more degrading acts to be done to me. Today marks another fourth week.
I don't know why I looked for that email. Maybe because I didn't want to miss it and have my pictures posted or maybe because deep down I enjoyed being used by all those men. I do appreciate the fact that he lets me rest up and heal for four weeks. After all I have been put through I was pretty sore.
I opened my email and there it was. Another humiliating photo from the auction. I looked at it a second time and called Tom over to see it.
"Tom, look closely at this photo. Don't you have that exact photo of me with those three men?"
"It does look familiar, yes. I have literally a few hundred photos of you from that day though."
"I'm pretty sure you have this one or at least one with these guys in it. Maybe you should look through them and see if you captured the guy who took this one so we know who we are dealing with."
"I will look them over but it appears we don't have time for that at the moment."
Tom was right. The caption read,
"Get your ass down to the salon called "Anything Goes" by noon today. Tell Tom to sit this one out and don't worry about what to wear. We will take care of that. Ask for Big T."
It was already 11:00 and that salon is fortyfive minutes away if I don't run into traffic. I was filthy from doing yard work but I didn't want to make him mad by being late.
I quickly grabbed my bag and jumped in the car. I made the drive over and walked in asking to meet with Big T. I was directed to go into the next room over.
Inside the room were four men and four women. One of the women walked up to me and introduced herself as the painter. She took my purse and placed it in a locker. Then she said,
"Take your clothes off Carol and put them in the locker also."
"Out here? You want me to get undressed out here?"
"Yes. Now hurry up, we have a lot of work to do."
"But there are guys in here. Can't I change clothes someplace else and where are my clothes that I am to put on?"
"You will remain naked and what you will be wearing is going to be put on you by the eight of us. Don't be bashful. We are professionals and do this all the time. We have seen many naked women before. Now let's get this moving shall we."
I looked around the room one more time before I resigned myself to this new degrading situation. My hair was a mess and I had no make up on. I was wearing a tank top and shorts that were dirty from me working this morning in the yard. I was just as dirty.
I reluctantly pulled my shirt off and placed it in the locker. I wasn't wearing a bra and everyone in the room stopped what they were doing to watch me undress. My shoes and socks were next, my shorts and my panties were last.
Everyone in the room came over closer to where I stood and looked me over, shaking their heads with a disgusting look on their faces.
"Holly, You and Kimberly take this skank to the showers and clean her thoroughly and shave that pussy."
"I can do that myself," I said.
"Yes but you should have thought about that before showing up like some homeless person. Girls, get her out of my sight until she is more presentable."
I was led into a bathroom with a large shower room. The two women stripped down and took me by the hands into the shower. They both soaped me up and washed me and believe me when I say they didn't miss a spot.
They laid me on a towel draped over a bench and shaved my pussy. Then they helped me up and rinsed me off again. My hair was done up by one of the other girls and my makeup was done by the fourth.
I was led back out and stood on a tarp surrounded by other tarps hanging from the ceiling.
The four men circled around me looking at my naked body and discussed what outfit I would look good in. They spent way more time looking at my nakedness than I thought was necessary. They finally decided Daisy Duke cut offs with a crop top shirt would look good on me.
The first picked up an airbrush and I thought he was going to give me a spray tan but instead he painted my ass blue and then my pussy. It hit me then that I was going to be wearing painted on clothes and nothing more.
He continued painting the blue jean cut offs on me and had me bend over with my legs apart so that he could paint everything between my cheeks. The spray was cold when it hit my asshole. He pulled my pussy open and sprayed me inside and out on every fold.
I was made to stay in that position until the paint dried. Meanwhile guy number two came over and added stitching to the shorts down both hips and around the back of my waist he added beltloops.
When I stood he painted the belt loops up front along with seams that looked like pockets and a zipper that went right down the center of my clit. Guy one stepped back up with a bronze color and added the rivets by my pockets and a snap on the center front.
I was led to a mirror to see the results. I couldn't believe how good of a job they had done. If I didn't know better I would swear that I was actually wearing shorts.
I was taken back over and guy three had his airbrush ready with white paint. I was asked to raise my arms and hold them there as he painted my sleeves and armpits. They moved around back instead of painting my breasts and the other men just kept staring at them. Finally he moved to the front and painted the shirt in front. Guy four added stitching to make the seams realistic over my shoulders and around my collar. He also did the one at the bottom of the shirt.
They discussed that my nipples were still showing way too much to pass as an actual shirt. Guy two picked up his brush and began painting flowers on my shirt placing one over each nipple and then scattered a few on the rest of the shirt.
Again I was led to the mirror and it really did look like I was wearing clothes. The shirt they painted was a bit shorter than I would prefer as it stopped just below my nipples and the bottom portion of my breasts were exposed.
They painted a necklace and socks next and one of the girls brought me a pair of brand new white sneakers saying,
"Here put these on. We can't have you running around naked now can we?"
They all laughed but I didn't find much humor in it. After all, I would be walking around naked except for the shoes.
I was escorted out of the building and handed my purse. I was told to walk down the block to a seven eleven and buy something.
I was very self conscious walking nude down a public street especially after a few cat calls and the honking of car horns.
Upon entering the store all eyes were on me. I picked something from the bottom shelf forgetting what I would be exposing to the onlookers. One guy whistled and a lady walked up and said, "Shame on you. Tramp."
I left the store and my next stop was the mall. I walked down the street to more horns honking and more guys shouting obscenities towards me. My outfit may look real but obviously it wasn't fooling the men. They know an ass when they see one.
I was almost to the mall when I heard a siren and heard the loud speaker telling me to stop where I was. I froze on the spot and a police car pulled up alongside me.
"Hands against the car lady and spread your feet apart."
"I can explain officer. It's not what it looks like."
"It never is lady now up against the car and spread those feet apart before we taze you."
I did as I was told. My purse was taken by one of them while the other guy began frisking me?
"Are you serious? Is that really necessary? You can surely see that I have no place to hide anything."
"Just following procedure miss."
He patted me from my ankles up past my knees to my thighs all the way up. He patted my ass several times before reaching around and cupping my pussy in his hand. He moved up my hips and sides to my breasts, lifting them and squeezing them. All of this was being done on a busy sidewalk. I was so embarrassed and scared.
"Okay, Stand up and place your hands on the back of your head."
I did as I was told and he cuffed me like that with my breasts fully extended and exposed. Why couldn't he have just cuffed them behind my back like they usually do on television?
I was placed in the backseat of the car and taken downtown but not before going through a donut shop drive through where the guy at the window got a good look at me.
Upon reaching the precinct they didn't pull up to a side door to take me inside. They didn't even park close by. I was pulled from the car and paraded through the busy police parking lot for all to see.
