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Shopping
Once the professoriate of women faculty members, now renamed as Harem, had undersigned the document, MM summoned the teachers to a meeting. It was to be held that very evening at 9 o'clock.
“I hope you'll choose the right attire to show up this night.” he had said “At M&M Department Stores I've given instructions to treat you in a special way if you tell them you're teacher at my school. There you'll find anything you may miss at home”. The implications of his words hit the female staff; the men just overheard it or vaguely thought about buying a new tie.
Double M wondered if also invite some parents to that extraordinary meeting. He wanted to set the rules for their little community and the more support he got from the very beginning, the better. His son and his daughter would for sure show up, just in case any of the stupid bitches tried to break out of newly implanted system. If there was a powerful enough bitch to spoil it this was Alexandra Silverstone.
Active feminist (believed to be lesbian) she had inherited a fortune; a fortune she used to defend the women rights wherever they seemed endangered. And, may be she might think, his newly set rules were endangering some of those rights.
Miss Amanda Weisberg left the school ground and drove directly to M&M. She parked in the parking lot and took the lift to the 3 rd floor. A little bit nervous and still shocked from the events of the day she asked for the sales manager. A very young guy, immaculately dressed in a pinstripe suit showed up and introduced himself as Boris Blair.
“Mr Blair I'm Miss Weisberg a teacher at Milwaukee 's school and I need some special clothing items for a meeting…” Her voice fainted each time more and was barely audible at the end.
Boris looked her up and down, slowly, as if memorizing her long white legs, her small waist, and her generous breast. When he made eye contact he did not smile but went on optically inspecting her. She blushed under his gaze. He noticed her blond long hair and her green eyes. ‘All in all she's a doll' he thought.
“Weisberg, you said?” he asked and putting his hands on her waist he guided her to a corner, more or less hidden by curtains and carpets. Before reaching the corner his hand was on her bum.
She tried to move away, unsuccessfully, then with her right arm she wanted to intercept his hand.
SMACK. Aaaahhh. “What the hell…” She had stopped and wanted to give this swine a piece of her mind.
“I think you've signed a contract” Silence.
The words froze her. His hand was now mauling her ass with no opposition. She looked at him in disbelieve.
“A contract with clear norms about rejecting advances” A vicious smile.
SMACK. “Come on bitch, let's dress you up” The hand slipped under her dress and guided her by her naked ass into the corner.
When Julia Carpenter reached the third floor there was a kind of commotion. A lot of people were gathered around cheering and laughing. She was in no mood to party but she joined the group to see…
To see Amanda Weisberg, near to tears, making a catwalk through a jungle of avid male hands. Amanda was displaying right then a French Maid costume; well, perhaps the designer got that order from a porno movie production. The way Miss Weisberg was dressed left very few to imagination. The top of the red laced corset did not cover but lift and show her breast and the bottom tapers to a point as if directing the looks to her blond and absolutely uncovered cunt. She also wore the perceptive white cap, long red gloves and black high heeled sandals.
Boris had forced her to walk slowly up und down displaying whatever he had put on her ‘to judge the effect' he had said. He also reminded her about the rejecting rule when the first customers got wind of it and a male hand tried luck on her ass.
It was difficult to judge which outfit was the most appreciated, but it was clear the customers prefer groping her nude cunt to feeling up her tits or slapping her ass. Seemingly a blond cunt is strongly attracting, much to Amanda's discomfort.
Amanda felt humiliated beyond limits. Here she was, almost naked, in a department store full of people, men, boys, even mothers with kids. And to worsen things she was permitting any liberty they wanted to take on her. And they wanted to take a lot. She was touched and groped if a piece of meat and not like a grown up woman to respect; a sexy healthy woman with FEELINGS. ‘Oh my god I'm going to cum again, she thought, when somebody cupped her cunt introducing two fingers into her slippery hole. Not able to walk like this, she fell against another man who profited to massage both her proud tits. Moaning she started cumming; in that very moment she made eye contact with Miss Carpenter.
“Juuullia eeeesss caaaaapp….” It's not easy to talk when over stimulated whilst having a big O. She wanted to indicate Julia to escape, to flee to leave the city, but all she did was tell Boris who she was.
“Julia? Julia Carpenter?” Boris asked checking a list. “I'm Boris Blair” he said offering his hand.
Julia was a self conscious woman in her late twenties. Brunette and slim she used to dress in tight pleated trousers. She spent a lot of time and money on her personal appearance; seeing the results, it was worth every penny.
Amanda stood nearby hold by many strong hands and fondled by everybody within reach. Judging by the groping hands it seemed incredible how many people managed to be in reach.
When Boris led Julia through Amanda's amateur catwalk a deep, silence came up. It was as if everybody had stopped activity to listen. Even the fingers in Amanda's cunt (three at that moment) and mouth (six !) hold still.
“We've got us another model” Boris happily announced loudly slapping Julia's full ass, and before Miss Carpenter could protest cause of his outrageous behaviour he announced “…with a signed contract allowing to take all kind of liberties upon her.”
Omar Silverstone was (once again) strolling along alone. With only 14 years he had went through a lot of hardship.
He lost his mother being still a baby. His father then took him and moved from their natal Egypt to the States in pursuit of the American dream. What he found, some years later, was a drunken truck driver who killed him on the spot. By then Omar was 7 y/o and his father were living with Alexandra Livingstone and her daughter Sandra (9 at that time). Alexandra, who legally adopted him, was a rich and powerful woman.
He felt that Alexandra had at all times tried to be fair with both her kids, and perhaps in her way she has been. The bicycles they got for Christmas or the money she spent on them was always equal, if Omar felt she had failed, it was because he never got the time, hugs and kisses she gave her daughter, but he got slaps for misbehaving and Sarah only strong words.
Normally the third floor was absolutely uninteresting for him, he didn't even notice it; but today he had taken the escalators instead of taking the lift direct to the ninth floor and he saw a crowd of cheering people. Still on the escalator mounting to the forth floor, he kept his eyes on the crowd thinking there were big summer sales, when suddenly, due to his higher position, he saw two
……two naked women. Impossible. He retraced his steps jumping down the escalator; the fact he was going in opposite direction didn't bother him in the least.
Miss Julia Carpenter had joined Miss Amanda Weisberg in her disgrace. She had been stripped naked and passed around like a commodity. Twice she tried to resist and twice she was punished for it. First during her stripping, she had kicked and boxed around like crazy; the end of a whip reaching her ass put a stop to it. She screeched and stopped fighting grasping her hurting bum with both hands. Boris, holding the whip, smiled and asked the gentlemen to finish what they started
Her screech only attracted more people who joined the group of abusers, but it did not attract a single helper.
She got her second punishment shortly afterwards; when she tried to keep away from M&M customers who only intended to massage her big, firm tits or to lay a hand on the furry patch between her legs; how she dared?
Boris decided she needed a spanking. And she got it, on her naked behinds, with spread legs, bent over and tied to a chair. Half the department store helped out with it. Her ass and during the spanking her labia also got slaps from all kind of hands. Once finished her behinds were set on fire, hurting badly and deep red.
Omar had slipped through the crowd with agility and appeared at the end of the disgraceful walkway to see a nurse and a stewardess walking towards him. More precisely: to see a nurse's blond cunt and a stewardess' brown twat in movement, accompanied by four pretty boobs in harmonic rhythm…
His mouth fell open and his cock menaced to destroy the fly. In his stupor he stretched out and opened both arms, as if wanting to ask what was happening. The humiliated teachers misinterpreted his gesture and hurried through the slapping hands to place their exposed genitals into his hands.
He felt glory. Not exact, he felt two warm, soft and wet cunts, belonging to two pretty and grown up women. This is what you can call the first contact with the opposite sex,; and Omar loved it.
As if having a brain on its own his fingers wormed into Amanda's and Julia's holes making them squirm.
“Kiss Him” shouted somebody and Amanda French kissed a 14 year old boy as if he was her life-long lover. His hand, at least seemed to be; caressing and massaging her privates as no other man ever did. Miss Carpenter obeyed another customer who told her to blow the boy or get another spanking. Hastily she tried to obey him, but when her warm hand finally got his manhood out of the pants he exploded. His load hit her face.
The women felt absolutely miserable. They have been exhibited, toyed with and sexually abused for hours; they have been degraded and hit. Right now a minor was overtly fingering their cunts. Amanda didn't dare to stop kissing him whilst he finger fucked her. The former proud Julia was dressed to fuck in a public department store with cum dripping from her face…
“OMAR”
It was a female voice, but belonging to a woman used to give orders. The crowd moved apart and let Ms Alexandra Silverstone reach her step-son.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” She was really angry.
Everybody looked at her. She was dressed in white linen trousers and a white blouse.
Her very short blond hair, her attitude and her voice transmitted aggressiveness. And right now she felt aggressive.
Her eyes denoted disdain when she looked at the former proud teachers, meekly standing next to Omar showing everything they've got; then she looked at the crowed as if searching a responsible.
“Do you know what this is, Mrs?” Boris asked wheeling in a device she had never seen in her life.
“I couldn't care less” she retorted “I want to know who's responsible here and why is my son being abused by two whores...”
Omar smiled, ‘he being abused' that was funny. Amanda's naked ass was again heavily abusing his unprotected hand.
“Mrs?”
“Silverstone, Alexandra Silverstone” She answered.
“I'm Boris Blair and I'm the responsible here.” He said and despite being young he denoted authority. “Do you know what this is?” He asked again making her look once more at the device.
It was a modern version of the ancient Spanish donkey. An Aluminium structure replaced a wooden one, with wheels and with a lot of small leather straps strategically placed it was difficult to guess it as a torture item.
“I don't care about that … carpet-dryer?” Alexandra said and directed her gaze again on the still nude women. “Why are hookers allowed in …”
“Mrs Silverstone” interrupted Boris in a soft voice “that's what I'm trying to explain. The whole affair started here” he said patting the upper transversal bar of the metallic donkey “and…”
“What on earth are you…” Alexandra's anger became stupor. The fact Boris never loses the composure made her unsure.
“Please, Mrs Silverstone, just for a moment (it was to be the longest moment of her life) and to understand what's going on, can you please place one foot here…”
Angrily, and just to see if he really had an explanation, she did. “… and the other one over there”
Without thinking she did again, swinging agilely her leg over the donkey. This modern version was adjustable and being a tall woman she didn't made contact with the devilish upper edge.
“Ok and now?” she asked defiant.
“Now you'll understand” Boris slowly said attaching one leather strap to her ankle “why Miss Weisberg” he went on standing up, pointing at the blond nurse” and Miss Carpenter” he had moved and was attaching her other ankle whilst her eyes fall on the brunette, cunt showing, stewardess, “behaved so correctly today, but never before”
‘Correctly?' ‘Today?' The words didn't fit into the context.
Total unnoticed to her he had pressed a small red button. The upper bar started rising slowly, slowly but inexorably.
“Hey, what..” Alexandra suddenly realised she was attached. The edge was steadily moving upwards; she tried to stop it with both her hands, to no avail.
“Stop this damn machine or I…” whatever she was going to say remained unknown. Boris had caught her head with a soundproof sack and was skilfully adjusting it on her neck. The bar was still rising and now she was tiptoeing to not lose contact with the floor. Suddenly she was supporting her whole bodyweight with the strength of her arms and, a fact she was painfully aware of, with her cunt.
“I would like to ask for an applause for our models” Boris loudly started directing his speech to the crowd “cause our show is over” He himself started the applause and soon everybody was applauding.
“The M&M exclusive aluminium donkey will be on show for the next weeks, I hope you'll bring your wives and girlfriends to test its benefits. We sell it with a total guarantee…”
Boris went on as if nothing out of the normal had ever happened.
“Omar, please wheel your mom into the dressing rooms, Amanda, Julia, hurry up, you too”
Mrs Silverstone was in pain, the edge had finally stopped when it seemed to cut her to pieces.
She couldn't even try get rid of the sack inclosing her head cause she needed both her hands to ease a little bit the pain in her loins. Suddenly they were moving. Not hearing and in total darkness the pain mixed with fear. And her arms were tiring. Bad news for her cunt.
Meeting
At half past nine Mr. Michael Milwaukee entered the meeting room. He loved being late, it proved who's in command and it avoided being disturbed by late comers.
The sight he got when entering the room made him smile widely. If his female teacher were now a Harem he could bear witness his male teachers were everything but eunuchs.
The way the women had been instructed to dress, incited their male colleagues to get touchy and getting few or no opposition made these advances got bolder.
Peter Murkowski had his hand under Vanessa black miniskirt whilst talking to her. MM saw Miss Gunn's and Miss Millers' naked asses under Ron's hands. He was holding both his co-workers each with one hand. They were talking to Aaron and Hubert, both busy fumbling between the standing female's legs.
Julia Carpenter and Amanda Weisberg had shown up in their latest costumes and were now receiving the approval in form of patting and petting.
During the hour the meeting lasted the entire Harem had been fucked by a former colleague without even been asked for any kind of agreement. They just got themselves a Bimbo and fucked her, thoroughly fucked her, listening to their director's explanations. The respect the male colleagues showed was inversely proportional to the accessibility of the female staff.
The women felt horrible. Here they were at their working place being abused and fucked by people they considered friends. They had been forbidden even the most basic intimacy, they were groped and commented as if animals, forced to display themselves just for their colleagues amusement; and there was no end in sight, at least not listening to MM's words.
After enjoying the spectacle (and taking part of it by first fucking Miss Carpenter – he had for long fancied- and afterwards getting a long-lasting blowjob from Mrs Hatcher whilst holding his speech) Mr Milwaukee announced a grand finale.
The first to enter was the Police Captain Simon Milwaukee followed by his sister, the judge, Larissa Milwaukee and her boyfriend Boris Blair. All of them were greeted with applause; applause of clapping hands or produced slapping naked available female asses.
Double M kissed both Milwaukees, shook Boris' hand and asked for a moment of attention. When the audience got silent, Omar appeared at the entrance.
Dressed as a Bedouin and whipping a fine stick he really look like a camel-driver. But it was no camel he was driving.
“Ssssipppp”
“Aahhhhh”
“Come on you lazy bitch, hurry up”
“Ssssipppp”
“Aaaaaaahhhhh”
In came Sarah Silverstone, sweating, with her hands bound behind her back. A cord had been attached around her waist, passed between her legs and fastened again to the vehicle she was towing in. Trussed as she was she had to pull the cart with her virginal slit; slowly and painfully she did.
“Ssssipppp”
“Auuuahhhhh”
Her step-brother never failed to encourage her.
Mounted on that cart, which was no other than the devilish modern Spanish Donkey, suffered Mrs Alexandra Silverstone. The soundproof sack had been replaced by a blindfold and a cloth gag attached so tightly it deeply cut into her open mouth. She also wore a dog collar with a pending short hand leash and very low new leather belt.
Her eyes were close to insanity. First the bar made her cunt ache, ache which became deep pain, and in less than an hour she was in sheer agony. The inexorable aluminium was converting her cunt into a cut. There was no way to hold still, but every single movement only intensified her pain.
Her swollen labia didn't protect, they needed protection themselves, and the more she tried to find some comfort the more her cunt got pain.
She howled, cried and pissed on herself, nothing helped. When the soundproof sack came off she pleaded, implored and beseeched; she promised everything her tortured mind could think about. She offered her whole fortune; she tried to bribe her captor even with sexual favours.
They made her sign a document; a document she signed without hesitating. She didn't even try to read it, it was irrelevant. She would have signed her own death sentence to escape that cutting edge.
It was killing her. Once she's signed the papers her captor lowered the bar a bid, just enough to keep her in the margins of sanity and made her thank for it. She thanked him as if he had just saved her daughter's life, and she meant it. Afterwards she got her gag and her blindfold.
Being blindfolded only made her more aware of her pain and her surroundings. When she heard her daughter she immediately recognized her voice, even it was only a yell. She didn't care. ‘Yes put Sarah on this device instead of me' she thought ‘she is young and healthy…….oh my god I'm huuuuuuuurting, take me dooown, please'.
The grand finale started once Boris had attached a self-retracting chain to her leather belt. He untied her ankles and helped her to descent. Off came the gag and her blindfold followed by all her clothing. They made her strip, a fact a lot more humiliating than being forcibly stripped. Alexandra Silverstone proofed to be a true blond. Wearing only her dog collar and the leather belt she had to kneel, with wide spread knees next to Omar, who took her leash with his free hand.
“What's your name, bitch?” Boris asked toying with the toe of his shoe in her wounded cunt.
With an arm around his waist stood his fiancée, Larissa, smiling.
“Alexandra; Alexandra Silverstone”
“Who's your owner, bitch?”
“¿?”
“Is she stubborn or stupid?” Boris asked Larissa “against stubbornness I have a cure” he said pointing at the Spanish donkey.
“Sorry I'm stupid, really, only stupid I don't know who? You?
Her anxiety aroused hilarity. ‘Nice bitch' ‘good taming' were common heard sentences.
Larissa handed him a paper and he read:
“…hmmmm…. I …hmmm here I, Alexandra Silverstone, declare that due to my bitchy personality I've freely decided to give up my human rights and become legally a bitch owned by Omar Silverstone who herewith become the legal owner of me and of everything I may own, including my daughter Sarah… “
“Oh my god…” whimpered Alexandra
“Alexandra Silverstone, do you agree with these terms?” Boris solemnly asked and added talking to Larissa, but loud enough to be heard ‘or perhaps she prefers staying the whole night on the Spanish Donkey”
A shiver went through Alexandra. She couldn't spend a single second more on that infernal monster, let alone a night.
“I…I agree”
Then she was made to crawl to all the people attending the meeting and ask them to sign it as witnesses. After each signature and just to show gratitude she had kiss and worship their cocks or lick their slits.
The meeting finished late. Alexandra agreed to everything. She consented to be branded like livestock, publicly. She said yes, she would punish her daughter whenever told by Omar, she would dress her and make her perform to Omar's wishes disregarding how degrading, embarrassing or painful it may be. She granted she would use the power she used to have to favour Omar's wishes; she would betray friends and misuse any document she may have.
Finally she acceded to be slaughtered, alone or together with her daughter when getting too old or when Omar decided.
To be continued…
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