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.