Later in the day Hugh took Alena into the shopping mall.  She was made to wear a short kilt without panties and a tight crop top that revealed lots of midriff and her pierced belly button.

First, the couple set up Hugh’s camera on a tripod in the car park and made out a professional photo shoot was in progress.  Every so often when a single guy passed Alena would lift her top and show her tits or sit on a car bonnet and raise her skirt.  Hugh shouted out directions as to how Alena should pose.

There were seats in one area of the mall and Alena was ordered to sit there with her legs spread and flash her naked pussy at men who passed.  Hugh and Amy watched from a distance and took pictures when men sat down beside her or stopped to stare.  Alena had been ordered to masturbate if a group of men gathered but to get up and move to another part of the mall after a few minutes to keep security on the hop and then repeat the behaviour.

They were well aware that she was being filmed by CCTV which was positioned all over the mall.

She was ordered to ride up the escalator when there were men behind her so they had a good view up her skirt.

At the entrance to the men’s room, Hugh told Alena to enter one of the toilet cubicles, hitch up her skirt and masturbate. 

He followed her in and stood in one of the stalls to watch what happened.

It wasn’t long before a guy lowered his jeans and made her suck him off while a couple of other guys watched awaiting their turn.  While they waited Alena took a cock in each hand and masturbated them.  When his turn came one of the guys in the queue lifted her up off the pedestal and skewered her on his cock.  Other guys crowded into the narrow cubicle and fought each other to get at Alena so that her clothes were ripped off and she was scratched and bitten as well as abused in every way possible.  Eventually she was pulled out of the cubicle and pushed to the floor where her abusers fell upon her to violate her further.  Some of those who couldn’t reach her consoled themselves by masturbating shamelessly.

The word must have got round because the room filled up rapidly.

Eventually two burly security guys muscled their way through the crowd and rescued her but not before she was covered in semen, her hair plastered and her face and body badly bruised.  They held the remnants of her tattered clothes in front of her to give a semblance of decency and took her away. 

She looked around for Hugh but he seemed to have melted away.

*

Kris knelt, cupped Justin’s balls in his hands, dribbled saliva over his glans and began to suck, tasting salty spunk from his recent ejaculations into Gail.  Justin’s cock stiffened rapidly and Kris found he gagged before he’d taken much of Justin’s rigid cock into his mouth.  Justin grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him closer at the same time as thrusting his shaft further into his mouth so he had no choice but to accept more.  He began to fuck Kris’s face with brutal thrusts. 

It was the first time that Kris had ever performed the act; he’d never even touched another man’s cock.  He copied the girls who’d fellated him, remembering what really turned him on.  But he found being on his knees to Justin with his throbbing cock in his mouth made him feel more submissive than he’d felt before.  It actually made him feel like a girl.  It was bad enough for any straight guy to be forced to suck another man’s dick but for a man of Kris’s build and sporting prowess it was particularly degrading.

Kris was amazed that Justin was so hard after so recently cumming inside his wife.   He imagined he would have shot his load a number of times during an afternoon of torrid sex. 

He was surprised too that Justin seemed to enjoy a blowjob from another man to the extent that he maintained such a rock-hard erection.  Kris surmised Justin was bi-sexual.  Gail didn’t seem to mind; after she’d taken her pictures she watched with both interest and approval.

‘You can fuck me again Justin,’ she said.  ‘Kristina will put your condom on.’  She put the packet of condoms into his hand and he stopped sucking Justin’s cock ready to obey Gail’s latest humiliating order.

Justin’s cock was an angry red and purple and stiff as a truncheon but because it was wet Kris had difficulty pulling on the contraceptive.

‘Use your teeth,’ said Gail.

Kris, still kneeling, got his teeth round the aggravating condom and finally got it on.

Now he faced his worst ordeal since becoming a slave husband.

Gail lay on the bed careful not to let Kris see her naked body and Justin, cock jutting, climbed on top of her.  Instantly Kris was watching Justin’s black buttocks dimple as he thrust hard between his wife’s wide-open welcoming legs and listening to Gail’s whimpers of ecstasy.

‘Now he can see how a real man performs,’ said Gail.  ‘Give it to me Justin.  Yes!  Yes!  OhmyGod that’s so fucking good!’

Kris found he was fighting back tears but he knew not to turn his back on the spectacle.  It was clear they wanted to drive home the lesson that he had no part to play in the physical side of his marriage to Gail; his status was that of a nonentity, there purely to serve.

Despite his shame and acute embarrassment Kris found he was becoming horny at watching another man fuck his wife.  His cock was hard for the first time since he’d stripped naked.  Gail was buried under Justin and couldn’t actually see what he was doing so he felt it was safe to masturbate without being discovered.  He took his dick in his hand and rubbed it vigorously while watching Justin’s undulating arse and listening to obscene squelching sounds resulting from their coupling.

Suddenly he was standing like a spectator watching the scene.          

He was gaining sexual pleasure from watching another man screw his wife!  That was what he was reduced to!  Not a scintilla of pride left!  He despised himself but he didn’t stop wanking until he was given another order.