I was left tied, bent over the bed, with my newly stretched pussy gaping and throbbing in the open air of the bedroom, which now reeked of sex and sweat. The blindfold was making my scalp itch, and I could hear my captor rustling around on the far side of the room. He was humming, and using scissors by the sound of it.
He walked over and released my arms from the headboard first, and then untied my feet. It hurt to stand upright, but I did it anyway, and stretched. The strangers' cum oozed out of my pussy and dripped down both thighs. I slipped the blindfold off and ran my hands through my hair, which was partially wet from sweat and one of the last guys spitting on me. I wouldn't remove the gag though until he said I could.
"Let's go get you washed up," he said, and he set down my dress. I could see little black scraps fall to the floor by his feet. What did he do to my clothes?
Before I could answer that question, he took my hand and led me into his bathroom. I pointed to the pink gag in my mouth to ask if I could remove it.
"Good cow," he said, "Go ahead. We need to get you pretty."
I took off the gag and handed it to him, flexing my jaw as I stepped into the shower. The curtain was transparent, and I was humiliated as he stayed in the bathroom and watched me bathe. My whole body was sore, and a part of my right breast was starting to bruise.
I whimpered as I washed between my legs. My pussy, aside from being in pain, was also unrecognizable to the touch. I heard some clicks from the other side of the room. He was even taking pictures of this! I turned off the water, and he handed me a towel to dry off.
"By the way," he said, casually, "my friend, the one with the belt... he says he loves how you sound while you're choking to death."
I just gave him an icy stare.
We went back into the bedroom, the sex stench hitting me like a brick wall now that my nose was reset from the shower.
"Here you go, Cow." He tossed my dress to me.
I held it up and sighed. It was a mini-dress now that probably wouldn't even cover my ass or the part of my belly that hangs down.
"What about the rest of my clothes?" asked, a bit afraid of the answer. He tossed over a bag and I dumped it out on the bed. My leggings were shredded completely, cut to bits and he'd cut the cups out of my bra. That made me almost break down and cry...
"Yes, I know that's your biggest insecurity," he sniped, "now put that bra on and get your dress and shoes on, we're going out."
I slipped the bra on, and felt ridiculous because my fat saggy breasts just flopped right through the holes. I asked if I could go without it, but he told me to wear it since I requested it. I put the dress on over it and checked the length. It did cover everything, but just barely. I slid my shoes on, and we went out into the chilly night air.
He turned the dome light on and handed me a bag. It had a mirror and some makeup.
"Use all of these things," was his only instruction.
Silver eye shadow, bright red lipstick, foundation, blush, and mascara all got applied to my face, and I tried my best to not come out looking like a hooker, but my attempts were pointless.
"Perfect," he said as I closed the bag, and he took another photo.
I thought he would be taking me to some kind of bar or adult theater or something, but was even more horrified when we pulled up to the local Walmart.
"Oh god..." I let slip out of my mouth.
My blackmailer let out a creepy chuckle.
"Why don't you get out and go stand over there..." he motioned to the entrance.
I got out, feeling the breeze lifting my dress, and my nipples rubbing the fabric as I walked. I may as well have been naked.
"Stop there," he said behind me and I turned around, "Smile!" The flash blinded me for a few seconds.
It wasn't just my imagination... everybody was staring at me when we walked inside. The door greeter didn't even greet me, he just stared. The whole length of my chubby legs were visible, and my ass and belly might have been wobbling into view as I walked. Not to mention the huge amount of jiggling cleavage that was showing in this low cut top.
"I love going out on dates with my best whore," my creepy John Doe whispered into my ear.
We hadn't gone too far into the store when I stopped cold and wondered if I could duck out of the aisle. This didn't go unnoticed by the sick bastard with me.
"What's the matter Cow?" I tried to be smooth, but my eyes gave it away. I was staring, frightened, at a couple down the aisle.
"Oh, you recognize them?"
I blushed hard and felt myself starting to sweat.
"Well don't be rude, go say hello! I'll be watching."
