OBJECT OF AFFECTION part 3 of 8

{ASS} Object of Affection 3 {Belany} (blackmail humil n/c MmmF oral)

by Belany


CHAPTER 7

"More fries, Albert?" Her hand was trembling as she held them out to him. "How about you, Joey?"

"Nah," the younger boy said, "I'm stuffed." He slurped noisily on the dregs of his second big coke. "I couldn't eat another damn thing."

"Me neither, Mrs Jones," added Albie. "I vote we get outa here and go see the movie."

Her heart sank. Oh God, she thought helplessly, can't you both stay here eating instead? I'd buy you more food all night if that'd keep you...

"Hey," said Joey suddenly, "check out that little blonde piece over there. God - what a little fucking sweetie!"

She turned and followed the direction of his gaze. The girl, who was standing with her family in one of the lines at the counter, looked to be no more than about twelve or thirteen. My God, she thought, appalled - what are parents thinking when they dress their young children like that?

"Hey," Joey went on, "would you look at those tight little pants she's wearing! Hasn't she got the sweetest little fucking ass?" He paused, craning to look. "Yeah, that's it, sweetie," he breathed - "just keep turning this way... Oh SHIT! - I can see the shape of her little cunt right through her fucking pants!" He jumped up out of his chair. "Quick, Mrs Jones," he said urgently, "gimme some money. I got a sudden urge to go buy me some more fries."

They both sat watching him as he hurried over to the counter and pushed in between two of the lines. Several people threw irritable glances at him, but his whole attention was on the girl. Her parents were already turning away with their trays, but the girl was hanging back, looking at Joey and smiling.

"God," said Albie with feeling, "he would have to be the fastest worker I've ever seen. No wonder he's been busy fucking pussy while I've just been dreaming about it." Then he paused, and his hand found her knee under the table. "But now I've got all the pussy I'll ever want. Haven't I, Mrs Jones?"

She flushed, and threw anxious glances to the tables either side of them. "Albert, for God's sake," she whispered desperately, "not here - please!"

His voice rose as his hand moved higher up her thigh. "Haven't I, Mrs Jones?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" she hissed frantically, trying to draw her leg away from him under the table. "Albert - for God's sake, please!"

He lowered his voice a little and smiled into her face. "Yes, what, Mrs Jones?" he said, tightening his grip on her thigh. "Tell me what I've got."

Her face was burning. "Oh God," she whispered, looking around her and trembling in an agony of embarrassment as his hand moved even higher. "All... all the pussy you want. Oh God, Albert, please stop it - please!"

"Whose pussy, Mrs Jones?" he persisted, his hand still moving up her thigh. "Whose pussy have I got?"

She closed her eyes, scarlet with humiliation. "Oh God! M...m...my pussy, Albert. You've got mine," she muttered. "Oh God - please keep quiet. Please!" Her trembling was getting worse.

"As much of your pussy as I want?" His fingers were moving up under the hem of her skirt now.

"Oh God! Yes, yes, yes, Albert - as much as you want!" Her hand clamped frantically on his wrist under the table. "For God's sake, Albert, I BEG you..."

Joey suddenly joined them again. "Got it," he said triumphantly. "Her name's Cheryl. And I got her phone number too." He pulled a tiny black notebook out of his pocket and started writing. "Buddy," he said, his mouth pursed as he wrote, "I'm gonna be inside those tight little pants of hers in less than two weeks, I promise you."

Albie was looking at the little notebook with undisguised envy. His hand finally withdrew from her thigh and she let out a sigh of relief. Thank God, she thought gratefully, sagging back in her chair. Something else for his dirty little mind to think about...

"You got any spares in there for me to fuck?" Albie asked, with his eyes still fixed greedily on the little book. "Might be a nice change from fucking the same old woman all the time."

The humiliation hit her again. You little bastard, she thought savagely, as she felt her face starting to get hot once more. Feeling me up in public one minute, and then the next minute... She clenched her fists and choked back a small sob.

Joey finished writing. "Maybe, pal," he said thoughtfully, looking up. "Seeing you've been so damn generous with this old schoolteacher cunt here, maybe there is something I could do for you." Then he stiffened as he looked over Albie's shoulder. "They're leaving!" he said urgently. "I gotta catch that little bitch again before they go! See you out in the carpark." And he was out of his chair and gone.

Albie sat looking at her. "Time to go, Mrs Jones," he said. "Time to go find those seats in the back row of that movie theater." He licked his lips. "For some reason I'm feeling real hot and horny all of a sudden."

You sure I'm not too old and ugly for you, she thought bitterly, still trembling with humiliation. You little bastard!

They walked past Joey and the young girl on their way out. "Cheryl," he was saying, "you're real, real pretty. You know that?"

* * * * *

The usherette was adamant. "I can't possibly let a twelve-year-old boy into this movie," she said. "It's most unsuitable."

"Dammit!" said Joey in frustration. "This happens to me all the time. I'm fourteen, dammit - fourteen!"

"Well, you don't look fourteen. And if you can't produce some written evidence of your age I'm not letting you in!"

"Mrs Jones." Albie's tone was suddenly heavy with menace. "You tell her, Mrs Jones. You can convince her that Joey's fourteen, can't you?"

She felt herself go cold. She understood his threat all too well. "Miss," she said desperately, "I... I'll vouch for him. I know he looks young, but he really is fourteen. He turned fourteen last..." She looked helplessly at Joey.

"Last month," he said briefly.

"...Last month. Albert here is fourteen, and Joey's fourteen too. I promise you he is. If you want me to sign some paper or something..."

The muttering in the line behind them started to increase in volume. "Would you guys either go in or leave," someone said angrily.

Desperately she thrust the tickets into the girl's hand and pushed past, not even waiting for the stubs to be returned. "Come on, boys," she said shakily, not looking back.

She was heading down the aisle without thinking, when Albie's voice called her back. "Back here, Mrs Jones," he said. "Back row - right in the middle."

They sat her down between them, and the lights began to dim as soon as they were in their seats. "Perfect timing," whispered Albie. His hand moved down onto her lap. "Perfect timing," he said again, sliding her skirt slowly up her thighs.

"Yeah..." breathed Joey from the other side of her. "And the next six rows in front of us are all empty. Isn't that great?" His fingers closed over one of her breasts through her blouse. "Oh God, they're starting the main feature right away. Better and better!" He leaned around in front of her. "Why don'tcha give me a kiss while it starts, Mrs Jones? A nice deep frenchy type kiss. Stick you tongue right down my throat."

"Boys - please!" she whispered desperately, trying vainly to fend them both off. "Someone's going to notice! The... the usherette might shine a flashlight on us, or... or anything!"

Albie's hand was under her skirt, up at her crotch. "Gimme your panties, Mrs Jones," he whispered. "I want your panties again."

"Oh God, Albert - please!"

His fingers tugged at the elastic. "Gimme the panties! I wanna feel up that nice smooth cunt of yours while I watch the movie."

"Albert - PLEASE!"

Several heads turned in front of them. "Shhh!" said someone.

She quickly lowered her voice. "OK, OK," she whispered hastily, fumbling up under her skirt. "Just stop attracting attention, for God's sake!"

Joey's fingers tightened on her breast. "We're not the ones wriggling and hollering, Mrs Jones," he whispered. "If you don't want to attract attention, maybe you could try keeping quiet." He leaned closer to her. "How about that nice kiss I wanted?"

"How about those nice panties I wanted?" said Albie.

"Oh God." She pressed her face frantically against Joey's in the darkness, fumbling for his mouth with her own, while continuing to grope up under her skirt. She lifted her hips off the seat as she sank her tongue into Joey's open mouth, struggling to pull her panties down her legs at the same time. Suddenly she remembered Joey's sneering comment back in the apartment: Who said a woman's too dumb to do two things at once? She felt herself flushing hot in the darkness as she threw the panties onto Albie's lap.

Joey was moaning softly into her mouth now, as their tongues intertwined. Then she stiffened as Albie's finger slid up inside her vagina. "Yeah," the older boy whispered happily, moving his finger slowly in and out of her. "Great way to watch a hot movie - with my finger right up my schoolteacher's hot cunt."

Joey's hands began plucking at the front of her blouse, fumbling to undo her buttons, while his mouth continued to slobber against her own. Oh God, she thought in sudden horror, is he going to strip me naked right here in the theater? I've got to stop him!

"Hey, Joey!" hissed Albie suddenly. "It's starting to get hot, buddy. You're missing all the action!"

Joey tore his mouth away from hers and looked quickly around at the screen. "What...?" he said.

"The Sultan," Albie whispered urgently - "he just started kissing her and feeling her up. Look!"

God, she thought, unbelieving - the movie's barely started and they're into the first sex scene already. I don't believe it! Then she suddenly realized that Joey's fingers were no longer plucking at her blouse. Thank God for that, she thought gratefully. Maybe I can distract him before he strips me completely naked... Then without warning Albie's finger convulsed inside her and she jerked and groaned in her seat.

"Fuck - look at that!" Albie hissed, his hand still clutching hard at her crotch. "Now he's got his hand down between her fucking legs!"

"Yeah..." breathed Joey. He leaned around in front of her. "Hey, pal," he whispered, "I just realized something. I've read the whole story of this movie. On the Web. I know what's gonna happen next."

"Honest?" whispered Albie. "What happens?"

"Well... I could tell you." Joey's whisper was suddenly sly. "But I'm gonna show you instead."

"Huh...?"

Joey reached down to her crotch and tapped the back of Albie's hand. "Lemme in there for a minute, buddy, and I'll show you what I mean."

Oh God, she thought fearfully, as Albie's finger withdrew and Joey's slid inside her in its place, what the hell is he going to...? Then she felt his familiar insidious fondling on her clitoris and she gasped. Oh no, she thought, her whole body stiffening in horror, the little bastard's going to bring me off - right here in the theater! Oh God - please NO!

Both boys were leaning around in front of her now, Albie listening eagerly to Joey as they both watched the screen. Joey's finger was still moving inside her, faster now. "The Sultan keeps feeling her up," the younger boy whispered, "while he takes her clothes off... Yeah, there we go - now you can see her tits! Then he goes on feeling her up until she gets real excited. Like this..." And she felt his finger speeding up even more inside her own vagina.

"Oh God!" she gasped, trying desperately to keep her voice down. Her whole body was starting to tremble. "Joey, for God's sake - please! I... I... ohhhhhh! I can't keep... can't keep quiet!... Oh God! Ohhhhhh!... Joey, for God's sake - everyone's going to hear meeeeee...!"

"Well, bite down on your fucking hand or something, Mrs Jones." He was reveling in his task now. "I'm gonna bring you off right in sync with the movie. So get ready."

She frantically jammed one hand into her mouth as his finger kept moving inside her. "Mmmmmmm!" she moaned as she bit down hard on the back of her hand. "Ummmmmm! Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmffffff!..."

"Yeah - that's it..." Joey breathed, keeping one eye on the screen and one eye on what he was doing. He went on muttering his whispered commentary to Albie. She shuddered as his finger kept working her swollen clitoris, her hips bucking involuntarily up and down on the seat. The images and sounds from the movie and Joey's voice merged into a meaningless blur in front of her.

"MMMMMM!" she moaned into the back of her hand, her teeth biting down desperately into her own flesh as his finger kept moving and stroking inside her. "UMMMMMM!..." And then her orgasm engulfed her and she cried out again.

Eventually she slumped back exhausted in her seat, still shuddering as the sensations slowly faded. Oh God, she thought despairingly - everyone in the whole damn theater must've heard me. Now they'll call the police for sure. Now I'm going to jail. Oh GOD!

"Joey," Albie whispered excitedly, "that was fucking fantastic! You made her come right in sync. With all the noise from the movie, no one even noticed all her moaning and stuff." He looked around at the younger boy. "You're a fucking genius, buddy!"

"What...?" she whispered unbelievingly, still breathing hard and trembling. "You mean nobody...?" She pulled herself shakily upright and looked around at the backs of all the heads in front of them. No one was turning round - they were all fixedly watching the movie as the scene of a smiling, satiated girl slowly faded from the screen. "Oh God," she whispered as her trembling slowly faded, "I don't believe it!"

"Yeah," muttered Joey contentedly. His finger was still inside her. "Pretty good timing, huh?" Then he leaned around and looked into her face, and smiled at her in the gloom. "How you feeling, Mrs Jones?" he said softly. "Getting back to normal? 'Cause there's another scene like that coming up in a few minutes, and we're gonna do it all over again."

* * * * *

"Joey," she whispered piteously after the third sex scene, her whole body still trembling in the aftermath, "please... please don't do it to me again. Please! I... you nearly did it too early this time, and I... I saw someone start to turn around. They'll catch us for sure if you keep doing it. Please don't do it to me any more, Joey. For God's sake - please!"

"Why should we stop now, Mrs Jones?" Joey's whisper was sly. "The movie's just starting to hot up."

"But I... you..." She twisted around despairingly to look at Albie. "A... Albert," she stammered, keeping her voice down with an effort, "don't you want to... to do something else for a while?" She began fumbling urgently in her handbag, her hands shaking in her eagerness to distract him. "I... I'll give you money. Aren't... aren't you getting hungry again? Wouldn't you like to go buy some snacks or something?..."

"Mrs Jones." Albie's hand was back down at her groin, his voice barely a murmur. "You trying to bribe us? We came in here for a good hot smooch, remember."

"Here's fifty dollars," she whispered desperately. "You could buy some really nice... really nice... Ohhhhhh!..." she gasped, as his finger slid right up inside her wet vagina.

"You'll have to do better than that, Mrs Jones," he murmured, still sliding his finger slowly in and out of her. "We're here for a real sexy smooch, and money isn't exactly sexy, is it? What else can you offer us, to sweeten the deal?"

"Albert!" Her whisper was frantic now, punctuated with little gasps as his finger kept moving inside her. "I... I can't possibly offer you anything like... like that! Not now! Not here! Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Albert - please!"

"Hmmm," he whispered thoughtfully, as he played with her clitoris, "I am getting kinda hungry again. Maybe some snacks'd be nice, at that. But you gotta make that fifty bucks a little bit sexier before I'll take it." Suddenly his finger stopped. "I know. You could wrap it in your bra. That'd make it sexier."

"Albert, I can't take my bra off here! For God's sake...!"

"Joey?" He was leaning across in front of her, whispering to the other boy. "When's that next sex scene coming up, buddy? You wanna start feeling her up again?"

"Oh God!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "All right - all right! I'll wrap it in my bra!" She looked fearfully around her, then hunched down behind the empty seats in front of her and hastily unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled it off as fast as she could, dumped it down onto her lap and unfastened her bra. "Here," she whispered desperately, quickly wrapping the bra around the money and thrusting it urgently into his hands. Then she reached back down for her blouse.

"Thanks, Mrs Jones," he whispered ironically, as he pocketed the bra and the money. "I'll treasure it forever." And then he was gone.

So was her blouse. Damn, she thought with alarm. It's fallen on the floor... But as she reached down in the darkness her groping fingers couldn't find anything on the floor except her own shoes and Joey's sneakers beside her.

Then Joey giggled. "What's the matter, Mrs Jones?" he whispered. "Lose something?"

She froze, still bent over, with her bare breasts pressed down hard against her skirt. The movie was continuing above her head, with someone panting and moaning now in the throes of sexual activity. She turned her head slowly and looked up at Joey's outline in the darkness. Oh God, she thought hopelessly - you little bastard!

Joey giggled again. "Why don'tcha sit up straight and watch the movie, Mrs Jones? It's getting real hot and interesting."

"Joey - please!" she begged, keeping herself hunched down as low as she could behind the seats. "Please give my blouse back to me - please! Oh God - someone's going to catch us...!"

Joey leaned over her. His hand ran across her trembling bare back and then slid down to force itself between her breast and her thigh. "But isn't it kinda warm in here, Mrs Jones?" he whispered as he fondled her. "Don't you feel cooler with less clothes on?"

The film soundtrack gasped and moaned above her. Desperately she huddled down even lower. "Joey, for God's sake - please...!"

His fingers groped in for her nipple. "We never did finish that nice hot kiss we started on, Mrs Jones. Maybe we could do a trade."

"Oh God! Joey - please...!"

His other hand reached down under her chin, cupping her face as she kept it pressed desperately down between her knees. "Sit up and gimme that kiss, Mrs Jones," he whispered insistently, tugging at her. "Gimme that nice deep hot kiss."

"Oh God!" She was trembling with apprehension as she slowly and unwillingly allowed him to pull her almost upright in her seat. She immediately clamped her arms in front of her bare breasts and looked fearfully around the darkened theater. "Oh God, Joey - please...!" she whimpered again.

"I want the kiss, Mrs Jones." His voice rose slightly, straining to be heard above the movie. "And I want you arms away from your tits so I can play with them."

"Joey, for God's sake keep your voice down," she whispered desperately. "Someone'll hear you!"

"Then gimme the kiss, Mrs Jones! Or would you rather I laid you along the armrests and fucked you? We could do that instead - there's plenty of room back here."

His voice was getting steadily louder. I've got to shut him up, she thought frantically. With one last desperate look around her she launched herself at him, her trembling hands grabbing at his face to cradle it. Her mouth found his and she parted her lips and probed urgently at him with her tongue.

"Mmmmmmm!" he moaned, reaching for her. "Ummmmmm! Mmmmmmm! Ummmmmm!..." His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her breasts, making her gasp into his open mouth. Then he ran one hand around behind her bare back and dragged her towards him, pulling her hard against the armrest between them.

"What the hell...?" It was Albie's astonished whisper from behind her. She heard the snacks rustling as he laid them down on the seat. Then his hand was on her back as well, quickly feeling and exploring her nakedness. "What'd you do with your blouse, Mrs Jones?"

Joey came up for air. Then he leaned around her and looked at the other boy. "Hell, buddy, she gave it to me." He giggled softly in the darkness. "So she could earn it back again. Wasn't that sweet?"

"Shit!" Albie's whisper was charged with irritation, barely audible above the sounds from the screen. His hand found her hair, dragging her around to face him. "Listen, Mrs Jones," he hissed at her, "you're my bitch - not his. How come he gets a whole damn blouse and all I get is a bra and panties?"

She started to protest. "But he..."

"So you do stuff for him but not for me." His whispered anger was growing. "You two-timing bitch - I oughta walk out with Joey and leave you sitting here, just like you are now!"

"Oh God, Albert - please...!"

"Well, you better come across with some stuff for me - damn fast!" His low voice was trembling with anger. "I want your shoes for starters."

She slipped out of her shoes and nudged them quickly across towards him along the floor. Then she just sat there, cold with dread and trembling, waiting for him to say it.

He said it. "Now gimme the skirt, bitch."

Someone in the movie was grunting with pleasure. She started to cry in the darkness. "Albert, for God's sake - please! I'll be... I'll be completely naked! Please, Albert, I beg you..."

"Joey." She heard him starting to get up. "Grab your stuff and her clothes and let's go, buddy. We're gonna leave her here just like this."

"Noooooo! Oh God! I..." She started fumbling desperately at the waistband of her skirt, hastily undoing the fasteners and wrenching down the zip. "Please, Albert - for God's sake..." She pulled the skirt frantically down her legs. "...For God's sake, please don't go!" She thrust the skirt into his hands and then ducked down quickly behind the seatback, completely naked now. "There you are, Albert," she gabbled up at him, "you've got everything now. Please, please, please don't go and leave me like this! Please, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you...!"

"That's better." His whisper sounded somewhat appeased, almost loud now during a sudden lull in the soundtrack. "But I'm still fucking teed off about you giving him your blouse while I was gone. Two-timing bitch!"

She crouched down, a ball of trembling naked misery right down behind the seats. "Oh God," she whispered despairingly, her tears wet on her cheeks, "I didn't give him the blouse. He took it. He took it and he wouldn't give it back!"

There was a sudden silence, punctuated only by further gasps and moans from the screen. "That right, buddy?" Albie whispered, leaning across her naked back towards Joey. He sounded a little calmer now.

"Well, I... She wasn't using it for a minute or two, so I kinda borrowed it. You did say we were gonna have a rip-her-clothes-off type smooching session, didn'tcha?"

Albie stayed silent for a while longer. The movie was getting loud again. Then she heard him start laughing quietly under his breath. "Yeah," he chuckled softly. One of his hands reached down to stroke her shivering naked back in the darkness, making her jump. "I did say that, didn't I?"

"And this movie isn't all that great, is it, pal?" Joey persisted. "There's been plenty of panting and moaning, but all I've seen so far is a few tits and a couple of bare asses. No dicks or pussy shots at all."

"Well," whispered Albie, still fondling her bare back, "it's only for fourteen plus. If you wanna see that other stuff you gotta be over eighteen. Just be thankful we got you in here at all, pal. We nearly didn't."

"Yeah, I guess so." Joey sounded resigned. "But it still ain't real great. So I vote we get on with some more tit and cunt grabbing and forget about the movie for a while. Even this old slut here's gotta be better than watching the Sultan."

The deep humiliation flared again inside her, momentarily drowning out even her desperate fear. Old slut, am I, she thought bitterly, huddling down even more. Then why did you bother to strip me naked? Oh God!

The soundtrack soared into a fresh crescendo of panting and moaning as Albie leaned down towards her in the darkness. "Mrs Jones," he whispered, "get back up in your seat. It's tit and cunt grabbing time."

"Albert - please!" Her trembling got worse as she huddled down into an even tighter ball. "Someone's going to see me! I'll go to jail. For God's sake - please!"

"You want your clothes back before the lights come on? 'Cause if you do, you better do what we want." His hand was probing her naked body, reaching in to try to fondle her breasts. "You gotta give something to get something in this world, Mrs Jones. So sit up like I said, and make it snappy. Or we'll just walk away and leave you like this."

"Oh God!" She forced herself slowly and unwillingly up off the floor and then sat trembling in her seat, looking fearfully around the darkened theater, hunching forward with her arms clamped hard across her bare breasts.

"Take your arms away from your tits, Mrs Jones. And sit up straight."

Her trembling increased as she obeyed him. The bright images from the screen flickered at her mockingly. She felt like a deer caught in headlights as she sat frozen and naked and shivering in a torment of anxiety, with her fingers locked hard on the armrests. All she could see was a sea of backs of heads in front of her in the gloom. Which one of you is going to turn around and see me, she thought despairingly. Which one of you is going to send me to jail? Oh God! Then she jumped again as Albie's hand went to her shaven crotch.

"Legs apart, Mrs Jones," he breathed. "I wanna get my fingers right up inside that hot cunt."

Joey leaned around in front of her, his hands reaching for her bare breasts. "Sit up straight, Mrs Jones," he whispered, "and arch your back. Make your tits stick right out so I can grab them real good."

For several minutes there was nothing except the sounds from the movie screen and her own grunts and gasps as they kissed and sucked and fondled her. "And we didn't even have to rip her clothes off," Joey whispered at last, as he tugged at her nipples and dug his fingers deep into the soft flesh of her breasts. "Obliging old slut, isn't she?"

"Yeah," said Albie softly, sliding two fingers slowly in and out of her vagina. "She's not only house trained, buddy - she's theater trained." And he snickered under his breath.

Her face burned in the darkness as she sat naked and rigid under their fondling. "Please," she whispered brokenly, as fresh tears ran down her cheeks. "Please give me my clothes back. I'll do anything. Anything! Oh God - please give me my clothes."

"Hmmm," said Albie thoughtfully as he stroked her clitoris, "I got your skirt and Joey's got your blouse. You want your skirt back first, don't you, Mrs Jones?"

She wavered, longing to get her blouse back first to at least cover her upper body, but she recognized the warning in his tone. "Yes," she whispered hastily. " M...my skirt. Please, Albert, I want my skirt. Please!"

He stopped fondling her abruptly and withdrew his fingers. "OK," he said shortly. "The price is one blow job. Payable up front."

"Oh God! Albert - please! It... it'd be bad enough getting caught here naked. But to be caught doing THAT...!" She grabbed his arm imploringly. "Please, Albert," she whispered desperately, "I'll give you ten blow jobs back at the apartment if that's what you want! Twenty! Please, for God's sake!"

He reached around and started to pick up the snacks and clothes from the seat beside him. "Ready to go, buddy?" he asked Joey.

"Noooooo!" She launched herself frantically over the armrest towards his crotch, her bare bottom coming up off the seat as she scrabbled desperately at the front of his jeans. "Oh God, Albert, I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll do it!" His zipper came open under her fingers and then she was fishing urgently for his swelling penis. "Please don't go away and leave me like this! Oh God - please!" She closed her lips hastily over his stiffening organ. "Ubbb... ubbb... please!..."

"Ohhhhhh!" he gasped, grabbing at her hair. "Oh God - that fucking tongue!..." He slid one hand quickly down her bare back, pushing her down hard against him. "Oh God, you bitch - do it! Do it!"

For God's sake keep your voice down, she thought desperately as she continued urgently sucking him. The goddamn movie isn't making THAT much noise!

Joey giggled softly from behind her. "You sure have a way with words, Albie," he whispered happily. "She went down on you real quick!" His hand started sliding in under her raised buttocks, making her jump. "I wonder," he said thoughtfully, his fingers probing for her vagina, "if I could bring her off in sync again. You wanna try it, pal?"

"No fucking way," Albie panted. "The way she comes... uhhhhhh! ...she'd bite my... fucking dick... clean off...! Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!..."

Thank God, she thought with desperate gratitude as Joey's fingers withdrew. Now if this one'd only stop making so much damn NOISE...! Her body was rigid and trembling with the dread of possible discovery.

"Oh God!" Albie gasped. "I'm gonna come... ohhhhhh! ...any fucking minute!" His hands left her hair and he groped urgently on the seat beside him. "Don't you... uhhhhhh! ...get any shit on my jeans, Mrs Jones. You swallow the... ohhhhhh! ...fucking lot!" He started quickly pushing some item of clothing down between her face and his groin, his hands trembling. "I'm gonna wrap your skirt... uhhhhhh! ...around my dick!... Oh God!... So you... so you'll... ohhhhhh! ...be more careful! Ohhhhhh!.. Ohhhhhh!.. Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!..."

Oh God, she thought desperately as he came, someone's going to hear him for sure! She sucked and swallowed frantically at the flood of warm semen pouring out into her mouth, the whole of her naked body tensed for the usherette's flashlight or some other indication that they'd been caught. Lewd behavior in a public place. Oh God!

"Perfect sync!" said Joey delightedly, raising his voice above the clamor of the sound track. "We fucking did it again, buddy. Look at that guy getting off on the screen - he's yelling even more than you are!"

"Oh yeahhhh..." gasped Albie exhaustedly as he slumped back in the seat. "Course I... I did it on fucking purpose... didn't I? Ohhhhhh!... Like fucking hell I did."

"Well, either way no one heard a damn thing. And now it's my turn." Joey's hands were grabbing at her hair, pulling her face towards his crotch. "God, do I need this!"

She turned despairingly back towards Albie as Joey kept dragging her inexorably towards his groin. "A...Albert, please," she gasped. "My... my skirt! You promised!"

"Oh God..." Albie was still breathing heavily as he lay slumped back in his seat. "Finish him off first, Mrs Jones," he said tiredly. "Then you can have them... have them both back. Oh God..."

God help me, she thought despairingly. Every minute I'm still naked is one more chance closer to jail. She strained urgently across the armrest down towards Joey's crotch and fumbled with his zipper. Please, she thought desperately as she fished out his penis with trembling fingers, please don't make as much noise as Albie did. Please!

"Ohhhhhh!" Joey gasped as her lips found his swelling organ. "Oh shit!" Then suddenly he lifted her face away from his erection. "Just one thing first, Mrs Jones," he panted. "I need some insurance like Albie had." He reached down beside him and pulled up her blouse, twisting it in his hands. "I'm just gonna wrap this around the bottom of my dick, so you'll be more careful when you're swallowing. I don't wanna walk out of here with cum stains all over my jeans, do I?"

My clothes, she thought hopelessly, staring despairingly at the twisted material in the boy's hands. They'll be so damned crumpled by the time I get them back! It'll look like I've been sleeping in them or something. Oh God!

"Done!" whispered Joey, as he finished winding the clothing around the base of his erection. He reached for her hair again. "Now gimme some nice suck-suck, Mrs Jones. And be sure and keep your nice blouse real clean now. You be a good vacuum cleaner for Daddy."

She bent down to him again without comment. "Ahhhhhh!..." he sighed. "What a feeling!" His fingers tightened in her hair. "Suck real... ohhhhhh! ...real quiet, Mrs Jones," he whispered. "And real fast. The movie's running down and the lights are gonna come back on real soon."

Oh God - no, she thought frantically. I'm going to get caught in the lights - like THIS! Stark naked, bare butt up in the air, face down in his lap. Oh GOD!! Her whole body began trembling violently as she licked and sucked desperately at his throbbing organ, using every trick she knew to finish him off quickly. Please come - please come - please COME! For God's SAKE!

"Oh God - yesssss...!" he whispered shakily. "What a fucking mouth! Yeahhhhhh!..." He stroked one of her sucking cheeks with a trembling hand. "But don't make so much... ohhhhhh! ...noise, Mrs Jones. You want someone to... uhhhhhh! ...hear you or something?"

Of course I don't want anyone to hear me, she thought hopelessly. I don't even want to suck you, you little bastard. I don't even want to be here. I just want out of this whole damned horrible nightmare. Oh God! She was trembling even more as she licked and sucked him all the harder.

"Ohhhhhh!" Joey whispered. "Feels so fucking good!... But you... you better hurry, Mrs Jones. Final credits... ohhhhhh! ...just started rolling. Ohhhhhh!..."

Oh damn you, damn you, damn you, she thought in agony as she redoubled her efforts. Just give me my blouse, you little bastard! Oh GOD! Then with an incredible sense of relief she heard him give a huge gasp and then felt his semen start pulsing out in her mouth.

Thank God! Thank God! She was frantically licking, sucking, swallowing, then sucking and licking and swallowing again, and again and again and again, until finally the flow of thick salty liquid in her mouth tapered off and stopped. With a sobbing gasp of relief she wrenched her mouth off his shrinking penis and grabbed her crumpled blouse from his crotch before he could stop her.

"Albert!" she gasped desperately as the final credits rolled up the screen. "My skirt! Please for God's sake give me my skirt!" She clawed at her tangled blouse, frantically searching for the armholes, desperately dragging it on and fumbling wildly at the buttons. "For God's sake, Albert - please!"

"There y'go, Mrs Jones." He threw it carelessly on her lap. "Don't say I don't keep my promise."

"Oh God!" she gasped. "The lights are coming on! Oh God!" She bent hastily forward, slamming the top of her head painfully against the seat in front of her as she shoved her feet desperately down inside the skirt. "Oh God!" she panted, frantically dragging the skirt up her thighs as the lights grew brighter. "Oh God!" she gasped as she fumbled desperately with the zipper and the fasteners. Then she fell back in her seat, panting and exhausted and trembling all over. "Oh... my... GOD...!"

Albie smiled at her. "You did real good, Mrs Jones. I didn't know you were such a quick change artist. Boy - you're so talented it's amazing. You strip, you fuck, you suck, you even make supper..."

"Albert, for God's sake...!" She looked around desperately at the people leaving. "Keep your voice down - please! What are these people going to think?"

His smile got wider. "I don't think they'll even notice what I'm saying, Mrs Jones. They'll be too busy looking at the cum running out of the corner of your mouth."

"Oh no!" She grabbed frantically for her handbag, scrabbling desperately inside it for a tissue. She held up a vanity mirror in one shaking hand as she swabbed frantically at her mouth. "Oh God!" she gasped again. "Look at my face, for God's sake! I look as if I've been... as if I've been..."

"As if you've been sucking dicks, Mrs Jones," said Albie smoothly. "That's what you look like, don't you?"

"Albert - please!" she hissed, looking around fearfully as the flow of departing people began to thin out. "For God's sake stop talking so loudly! Please, Albert, for God's sake - please!" She began redoing her makeup with shaking fingers and urgently combing her disheveled hair. Then she fumbled her feet back into her shoes and got shakily to her feet, trying vainly to smooth the creases out of her skirt. "Can we please go now? Before we get thrown out?"

Albie leaned over and picked up the packets of snacks. "We never did get to eat this stuff." He grinned at her. "Too many other things to do."

She felt her face starting to burn. "Can we please go now?" she repeated dully. She could feel herself trembling from the reaction.

Albie looked around her at the other boy. "Coming, buddy?" he asked.

"What...?" asked Joey wearily as he lay sprawled back in his seat. He slowly finished pulling his zipper up and gave a long sigh. "Oh God - what a mouth. What... a... fucking... mouth...!"

"You're starting to repeat yourself, pal," said Albie cheerfully. He picked up the drinks and moved to go. "Let's get outa here. We can fuck her all night back at the apartment."

She flushed again. At least the theater's nearly empty now, she thought resignedly. No one left to hear you, you little bastard.

"We... we don't have to go home just yet, buddy," said Joey tiredly. "The night is young, as they say. I... Oh God - that mouth...! I know this neat place where we can park." He struggled shakily to his feet. "We could eat the snacks there. And maybe even do some other stuff too."

Her heart sank. Oh God, no, she thought despairingly. Not more - please not more! Haven't you done enough to me in public for one night? Oh my God! She choked back a sob as she stumbled dispiritedly behind Albert on their way out of the theater.

The usherette was standing at the door as they went out, her face stiff with disapproval. "Great movie," said Albie cheerfully. "Glad you let us in."

"Actually," added Joey, sounding a little less tired now, "I thought it was kinda dull. It was more fun just sitting in the seat."

Her face was growing hot again - she could feel it. Then the usherette spoke to her, pointedly ignoring both boys. "Madam," she said tightly, "if you try to bring that CHILD back in here for another movie like this one, I will personally report you to the authorities. Do I make myself clear?"

She felt her face burning even more. "Come on, boys," she muttered, hurrying out of the foyer ahead of them.

Albie was sitting beside her in the front seat as they pulled out of the carpark. He turned around to look at Joey, laying one hand casually on her thigh as he did so. "Where's this great place to park, buddy?" he asked.

"About three blocks from here, pal." Joey rustled some of the snack packets. "We can eat all this great stuff there. Be a shame to waste it."

"And maybe do some other stuff too. Like you said." Albie's hand was sliding up under her skirt now.

"Yeah," said Joey, leaning forward and watching the other boy's hand in the light from passing streetlights. "She's not wearing any panties, is she?"

"I'll just check," Albie said solemnly. He pulled her skirt back and peered down under the steering wheel. "Well, waddaya know," he went on in mock surprise. "She isn't!" And he quickly slid a finger up inside her vagina.

"A...Albert!" she gasped, gripping hard on the steering wheel. "For God's sake - someone might see us!

"How about a bra?" Joey added guilelessly, ignoring her outburst. "Is she wearing a bra?"

"Lemme see." Keeping his finger lodged firmly in her vagina, Albie leaned over and slid his other hand down the front of her blouse. "Nope," he said, closing his fingers around one of her bare breasts. "Just natural uplift."

"Albert, - for - God's - sake!" She gritted her teeth, speaking slowly and with exaggerated clarity. "Someone - will - see - us - and - I - will - go - to - jail! Please - stop - it!"

"Turn down here, Mrs Jones," said Joey suddenly. "Then turn into that off-street carpark down at the end. It's kinda dark and private down there."

Albie still had his hands up her skirt and down her blouse, slowly fondling her vagina and breasts as she drove. She grunted and winced under his probing fingers. Oh God, she thought, looking around fearfully at the darkened street, if they're doing all this to me out here on the street, what the hell will they do to me when they get me down there?

Albie finally withdrew his hands as she turned into the carpark, and she let out a sigh of relief. Then she instinctively headed for the darkest corner. But as she brought the car to a halt she looked uneasily around her. "Joey," she whispered, "are you sure this place is safe? We could... we could get mugged or something."

"Nah." Joey sounded scornful. He pointed out through the back window of the car. "You see that place over there, Mrs Jones? That's an adult video store. There are people coming and going all night. No one's gonna mug us in a place like this."

Oh, great, she thought bitterly. What a place for a romantic late night tryst with my two young lovers. Just across the street from an adult video store. Oh God!



CHAPTER 8

Joey started opening the packets of snacks. "Chow time, buddy. What are you gonna have?"

"Some chips and a chocolate bar, I guess. And one of those big cokes."

"How about you, Mrs Jones?"

She looked at his young face in the dull light from the street and then dropped her eyes. "I'm... I'm not hungry," she muttered.

"Fine," went on Joey cheerfully. "You're gonna be busy anyway. You're gonna be our floorshow."

She felt herself going cold. I knew it, she thought despairingly. Oh God - I just knew it! You twisted little bastard!

"What'dja have in mind, buddy?" Albie spoke through a mouthful of chips.

"Oh," said Joey casually, "maybe a nice strip show and some other stuff. Why don't you find an easy listening station on her radio?"

Albie reached over and switched on the radio. "Which button's easy listening, Mrs Jones?" he asked. "You must listen to that kinda shit all the time."

Her eyes were still downcast. She felt herself starting to tremble. "They're all easy listening," she muttered. Oh God, she thought. What the hell are you going to do to me now?

Albie pressed the first button and the sounds of bland music filled the car. "Great," said Joey. "Just what we need. Get up out of the driver's seat, Mrs Jones, and turn around and face me. Albie, slide over against the door and give the lady some room. It's kinda cramped in this cheap little car."

Albie slid across and waited. They both looked at her expectantly. She flushed. "What am I...? There's... there's no room in here..."

"So bend over," said Joey impatiently. "Straddle the parking brake and bend over. Then starting moving your ass in time with the music. Hell, Mrs Jones, it's not my fault if you went and bought such a cheap little car."

She felt her face getting even hotter. She climbed out awkwardly from behind the wheel and struggled to turn around, stepping clumsily over the parking brake and crouching to keep her head below the roof.

"That's it, Mrs Jones. Now you're getting the idea." Joey sucked noisily at his drink for a moment, then looked up at her again. "OK - whenever you're ready you can start moving your ass to the music."

She ducked her head and looked quickly and fearfully out of the car windows. "Joey - please!" she whispered desperately, as her trembling increased. "If there's a prowler out there or something, he... he'll be able to see me! Please - I'll... I'll do anything you want back at the apartment, but please don't make me do this out here. Please!"

"What's the matter, Mrs Jones?" said Albie brutally. "Getting shy or something? Hell - there's hardly enough light for us to see you, much less some prowler way out there somewhere." He reached up for the interior light. "How about I turn this on? Would that make you move faster?"

"Oh God - no!" She grabbed frantically for his wrist. "Don't turn that on, for God's sake! I'll be like a goldfish in a bowl. Albert - please!"

He looked at her, with his hand still on the switch. "Then start moving your ass, Mrs Jones. Now!"

She gave a desperate swallow, then placed her trembling hands on her thighs and began to slowly waggle her hips back and forth, with her body still bent down awkwardly under the roof of the car. The music kept playing relentlessly behind her.

"Great," said Joey enthusiastically, biting down hard on a chocolate bar. "You're doing real good for such a small space. Now unbutton your blouse real slow and sexy."

"Oh God! Please - I..."

"More light?" asked Albie helpfully, reaching back up towards the switch.

"No!" she gasped in renewed panic. "For God's sake!" She stood crouched in front of them for a moment, irresolute and trembling, while they both smiled up at her. Albie kept his hand on the light switch. Then she gave a despairing sigh. "Oh all right - I'll... I'll do it. Oh God!" Her shaking fingers went to the front of her blouse and started slowly undoing the buttons, while her eyes darted fearfully out of the windows all around her. "Oh God," she said again.

"Yeah!" said Joey contentedly. "Floorshow's hotting up. But don't forget to keep moving your ass, Mrs Jones. And try and stay with the beat, for God's sake. Where's your sense of rhythm?"

She let out a small sob and began moving her hips again. As the last button on her blouse came undone she clutched the open garment protectively across her breasts.

"Now flash those tits, Mrs Jones," said Joey, "and keep moving that butt." He glanced at Albie. "You want some more chips, buddy?"

But Albie ignored him. "Mrs Jones," he said after a pause, "Joey told you to flash your tits."

"I..."

"Open your blouse and flash your fucking tits!" Albie was sounding angry now.

Suddenly her legs wouldn't hold her any more. She sagged to the floor in front of him, still straddling the parking brake, with tears pouring down her cheeks and her blouse still held tightly across her breasts. "Oh God," she whispered brokenly - "I can't. Not in public like this. I just can't."

Albie suddenly turned off the radio. There was a short silence. Then Joey spoke. "Well, fuck," he said. "So she's started saying no again." He glanced at the other boy. "Whatcha gonna do about it, buddy?"

Albie sat looking at her for a long moment, his face hard. Then he spoke. "Sit down, Mrs Jones," he said quietly. "Back in the driver's seat."

She looked imploringly at him, still crying. "Albert, I swear I'll do anything for you back at the apartment, but PLEASE..."

"Just sit in the driver's seat, Mrs Jones." His voice was trembling with suppressed anger.

She scrambled hastily back into the seat and looked across at him, still holding her blouse closed with trembling fingers. "Albert..." she began again.

"You feeling OK now, Mrs Jones?"

She just looked at him. "I..."

"Not too much of a strain on your modesty, hidden in behind the seatback like that?" He gestured out into the darkness in front of the car. "Not feeling too shy in front of all those little trees and bushes?"

"I..."

He bared his teeth. "Then how about you do a teeny weenie little tittie flash, just for those little bushes out there? You feel OK doing that?"

She was too frightened to disobey him. His anger was palpable in the little car. She timidly opened the front of her blouse and closed it again, still looking fearfully across at him.

Albie spoke back over his shoulder. "Joey," he said softly, "climb over into the front seat."

Her fear was like nausea now, climbing up into her throat. Oh God, she thought, trembling - what are you going to DO to me?

Both boys sat jammed in the front seat, looking at her in silence. Her trembling got worse. Then Albie switched the radio back on, keeping the volume low. "Mrs Jones." His voice was still very quiet. "You're hidden real good in behind that seatback, aren't you?"

She swallowed again. "Y...yes, Albert," she whispered.

"So you can put on a nice little strip show for us sitting right there, can't you? And still feel OK, can't you?"

Her trembling increased. "Yes, Albert."

He turned up the radio a little more. "So get started."

She cringed. Then with one more fearful glance out into the darkness she took a deep breath, and then started slowly squirming around in the seat, trying to maintain some kind of movement in time with the music. She slowly opened and closed her blouse a few times and timidly shook her bare breasts at them. It was only when she saw them licking their lips and their breathing start to quicken that her fear gradually began to subside. Am I keeping them happy, she thought desperately. Maybe they won't make me do anything worse if I just keep them happy.

"You can take the blouse off now, Mrs Jones," Albie whispered. "And throw it to your fans in the audience." His hand was at his crotch.

She slid it shakily off her shoulders and handed it to him. Then he gestured wordlessly at her skirt and she began to unzip it, still wriggling and squirming in her seat in time with the music. Please God, she thought fearfully, don't let anyone come down this end of the carpark. Please!

"Gimme your shoes, too," he said hoarsely, as she pulled the skirt free of her feet and passed it to him. His hand was still massaging his crotch as she continued to wriggle about naked in the seat. Why the hell do you want this, she thought hopelessly. Haven't you both seen enough of my body during all of the rapes back at the apartment?

Joey was sitting there silent right beside her, his mouth half open, just staring. Then Albie leaned across in front of him and began to fondle her naked body as she moved, running his hands over her breasts and belly and thighs. He leaned further over and then, suddenly and without warning, wrenched the keys out of the ignition. "OK, pal," he said to Joey, snatching up her handbag as he spoke. "It's time we went for a little walk."

"Huh?" Joey just gaped at the older boy as he opened the door and climbed out, carrying her keys and handbag and clothes and shoes. "Where you going?"

"Oh my God!" she yelped, frantically covering her bare breasts with her arms. "Albert, for God's sake, surely you're not going to just walk away and leave me like this?" She huddled desperately down behind the steering wheel. "Oh God, Albert - please!"

"You need some time to think, Mrs Jones." He was bending down, looking in the door at her. "I'm gonna lock your clothes and stuff in the trunk, and then Joey and me are gonna go for a walk. We're gonna spend some more of your money at the all-night hamburger joint round the corner. Maybe even play a few video games while we're there." He pulled the unresisting Joey out of the car. "And while we're away you can think about things. You can do some real good thinking."

"Noooooo!" Her despairing wail followed him as he slammed the trunk lid shut and walked away with Joey, carrying her money and her keys. "Albert, oh God - noooooo!..."

* * * * *

She was in tears and shivering with fear and cold by the time they came back, her arms clasped desperately around her naked body. She started fearfully at the sound of keys in the doorlock, then sat huddled back against the door and staring apprehensively at Albie as he slid into the front passenger seat. "Oh God," she wept, her teeth chattering. "I... I thought you were never coming back. And there were men going into that... that place over there, and I had to get right down on the floor and... and hide!"

"You get to do some thinking, Mrs Jones?"

"Oh God!" she said wretchedly. "I... I'll do whatever you say. I won't say no again. Please, please, please just give me my clothes back." She reached out hesitantly towards him. "Albert, I... I need to go find a bathroom. I'm desperate! Please give me my clothes back. Please!"

He sat looking at her as Joey climbed into the back seat. "You won't say no again, huh? Now where've I heard that before?"

"Oh God!" she wept. "I swear I won't say no again, Albert, I swear it. But I need to GO! Please, Albert - for God's sake, please!"

"Then go."

She stared at him, her lower lip trembling. "My... my clothes. Albert, please - for God's sake...!"

He pointed out through the windscreen. "It's dark out there, Mrs Jones. Just go behind one of those bushes and squat."

"What!" She was aghast. "G...go out there naked? In public?"

He shrugged. "Well, you can pee in here if you like. It's your car."

She stared at him. "Oh my God!" Then suddenly she jammed her naked legs together and pressed down with both hands against her crotch. "Albert - I can't hold out another minute! Please!"

He reached over and unlocked the door behind her. "There y'go," he said, pushing it open.

You little bastard, she thought despairingly, trembling with her need. She threw one last frantic look around into the darkness and then leapt out of the car and rushed behind the bushes. Her urine was spilling down her thighs even before she had started to squat. "Oh God," she gasped as her distended bladder emptied itself onto the ground between her feet. "Oh God!"

Her breathing slowly returned to normal as she squatted there, trembling in the darkness. She could feel the mud and urine splattered all over her bare feet. My God, she thought in incredulous despair, was it really only last Monday when that little bastard came and ruined my life? Just five days ago - and now look at me. Squatting naked behind bushes in a public carpark to relieve myself.

She peered around the bushes at the dark bulk of the car less than thirty feet away. I can't stay out here any longer, she thought hopelessly. They'll get angry and come looking for me. I've got to go back!

She crept out from behind the bushes, looking nervously across at the street and the adult video store. Then she ran back to the car and crouched down behind it as best she could as she grasped the door handle.

It wouldn't open.

She tried again. It still wouldn't open. Oh God, she thought despairingly - the little bastards have locked me out! She rattled the handle futilely a few more times and then quickly slid upwards until she could see in through the window.

The radio was playing - she could hear it faintly through the window glass. It seemed to be some kind of rock station. She tapped urgently on the glass until Albie turned to look in her direction. The windows were starting to fog up, but she finally managed to catch his eye. Let me in, she mouthed at him frantically, still rattling the handle. Unlock the door - please!

He smiled at her and cupped one hand behind his ear, miming deafness. She tapped harder and shook the door handle even more frantically, looking fearfully across at the brightly-lit store. Oh God, you little bastard, she thought desperately - let me IN! Before someone COMES! Then out of the corner of her eye she saw movement across the street, and she threw herself desperately behind the front of the car as a customer walked out of the video store. Oh God, she thought fearfully, as she huddled naked and cold and trembling against the radiator grille - let me in!

She heard the car door open. Then Albie's sneakers came around the front of the car and stopped beside her. She kept huddling there, naked and silent and trembling, with her eyes on the ground. Please, she thought hopelessly. Please.

"You my bitch, Mrs Jones?" His voice came softly from above her head. "You my obedient, do-anything, lick-my-boots bitch?"

She let out a small sob. "Albert, for God's sake..."

"Yes or no, Mrs Jones?"

The tears were pouring down her cheeks now. She huddled herself into an even tighter naked ball at his feet. "Oh yes, Albert," she sobbed wretchedly, "I'm your do-anything bitch - I swear I am! Oh God - please let me back in the car. Please!"

"Hands and knees, Mrs Jones. Wag your ass like a good doggie. And then lick my feet."

She gave another loud sob and dropped onto her hands and knees on the rough asphalt. She hardly noticed that Joey had got out and was standing watching her as well. "Please, Albert," she wept, waggling her hips obediently back and forth. "Please let me back in the car." She dropped her face down onto his feet and stuck out her tongue. "Please," she begged again, licking his right sneaker. "I'll do anything you want - anything!" She licked his left sneaker. "Please, Albert."

"You've stopped wagging your ass, Mrs Jones. Maybe you're not such a good doggie after all."

"Oh God!" She started frantically waggling her hips again, licking and licking at his feet. "I am... a good doggie, Albert..." she gasped between licks. "See me... see me being good? See me, Albert?"

He reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back to look up at him. "You gonna do what you're told? Or will I just lock you out of the car and take a taxi home with your money?"

"Noooooo! Oh God, Albert - please! I'll... I'll lick your feet some more. I'll do anything!" And she strained down against the pull at her hair, mouth open and tongue protruding, trying desperately to reach his sneakers again.

He maintained his grip in her hair. "Anything?"

She looked up at him, her face soaked with tears. "Yes, Albert," she whispered. "Anything."

"OK," he said softly. "So listen real good, 'cause I'm only gonna say this once. I'm gonna tell you to do something, and if you do it without saying no I'll let you back in the car. But if you say no just once, I'm gonna leave you here till morning. Got it?"

"Yes, Albert." Her whole body was trembling.

"Good. So get back down on your hands and knees."

She obeyed him, still trembling.

"Now crawl right around the car and back to me."

"Oh God!" She looked up at him in horror. "Albert, I'm naked! And there are men going in and out of that store all the time!"

He shrugged. "Goodbye, Mrs Jones."

"Albert - noooooo!" She launched herself desperately at his feet as he turned away, sprawling full length along the ground. "Albert - please!" She could feel the rough asphalt scraping her bare breasts and belly and thighs as she clutched frantically at his ankles. "Oh God, Albert - please! Don't leave me here naked, for God's sake!"

He tripped over in her grip, grabbing hastily at the car to save himself. "Shit!" he said savagely. "What're you trying to do, Mrs Jones? Break my fucking neck?"

She recoiled, hastily releasing him and scrambling back onto her haunches. "Oh God, I'm sorry, Albert - I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She stopped and swallowed, trembling with fear. "But I... I... Oh God - please, please, please don't leave me here like this. Please - I'm begging you!"

"Didn't I tell you I was gonna walk away if you said no?"

She stared up at him, still trembling. "Y...yes. But I... I didn't actually..."

He interrupted her. "Didn't actually say no, huh? Just kinda argued a little. Is that what you're saying?"

She kept looking up at him wordlessly, blinking back the tears. "Stand up," he said suddenly.

She stood up slowly, looking fearfully across at the video shop and keeping herself in a half crouch to hide behind the car. Her trembling was increasing.

"Albie," said Joey suddenly, "why don'tcha..."

"Shut up, Joey! Mrs Jones - I told you to stand up. So stand up straight. Head up, tits out, hands by your sides."

"Oh God!" Still looking apprehensively at the video shop, she forced herself to stand upright and push out her chest.

Albie stood looking at her. "Ready to do what you're told, Mrs Jones?"

She trembled under his gaze. "Yes, Albert," she whispered. "I'll... I'll crawl around the car. Oh God."

He shook his head. "You argued, Mrs Jones. You just upped the ante. Now you gotta WALK round the car, standing up straight." She opened her mouth to protest and he cut her off. "And if you argue again, the ante gets upped even more. Then I'll make you jog bare ass naked up to the video store and back, before I'll let you in the car. Got it?"

She just stared at him, her lower lip quivering. "Oh my God," she said at last.

"Got it?" he repeated.

"Y...y...yes. Oh God!"

"OK. So listen real good to the instructions, Mrs Jones. 'Cause if you don't do it exactly the way I want, I'll make you walk round again." He pointed behind her. "Go around that way. Keep you head up and your back straight and your tits out. And I'm gonna march you. You know - left, right, left, right. Like that."

She closed her eyes in agony. Oh God, she thought helplessly, is this hell or what? In God's name, what did I ever, ever, EVER do to deserve...?

"Left!" His voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Oh God!" Her eyes snapped open and she whirled around, lifting her head and sticking out her chest, and took one step forward. She was trembling all over.

"Sergeant Albie!" Joey's tone was admiring. "I love it, buddy. This ain't boot camp - this is bare butt camp." He snickered. "Bare tit and bare cunt camp as well. You gonna make her march fast or slow?"

"Slow, pal - real slow." He kept his eyes on the trembling naked woman in front of him. "Right!"

The next step took her around to the side of the car. Now she was facing the street and the video store. Please God, she thought helplessly - please don't let anyone come. Please!

His voice came from behind her. "Left!"

She slid her left foot forward as far as she could. Big steps, she thought desperately. Get it over faster. She could feel her vagina gaping open as she stretched forward.

"Nuh, uh." It was Albie's voice again. "Don't go trying to do the splits, Mrs Jones. Just ordinary walking. Now pull that foot back and try again." He waited until she slid her foot tremblingly back to its original position. "Left!" he repeated.

She took as large a step as she dared, and waited, shivering, for him to call her back again. But he didn't. "Right!" he called, and she stepped forward again. Her eyes were fixed despairingly on the brightly-lit store just across the street in front of her. She held her fists clenched by her sides, her whole body rigid with the fear of being seen. Please God, she prayed again. Please keep the street empty!

"Left!" She was at the rear of the car now. The street was still empty. Oh thank you, God!

"Right!" She was halfway across the rear. Maybe I'll make it, she thought, her hopes rising. Maybe I'll get all the way round without...

"What the fuck...?" Her head turned in alarm as the distant voice carried across the carpark. A man was standing outside the door of the video store and staring across at her, his mouth gaping open in astonishment.

"Oh God - no!" she screamed. She clamped her arms across her bare breasts and ran frantically around to the front of the car. "Albert, please, for God's sake," she babbled, huddling desperately at his feet - "please let me back in the car! Please give me my clothes back! Please, please, please, Albert. Oh God - please!"

"Oh I dunno, Mrs Jones." He looked across at the man heading purposefully towards them. "Maybe some company'd be interesting, don't you think?"

"Oh God, Albert..."

"Albie..." Joey sounded worried. "Listen, buddy - this could blow the whole damn thing sky high. You sure you wanna get some stranger involved?"

Albie smiled. "Don't worry, pal. The way I figure it, anyone who's been in that store borrowing those kinds of vids isn't gonna make any trouble. Know what I mean?"

"Yeah, but..." Joey still sounded worried.

"Trust me, pal." Albie leaned down to the naked woman in front of him and grabbed her hair. "Listen, Mrs Jones," he hissed, tipping her head back, "don't you say a fucking word the whole time that guy's here. And I really fucking mean it! One peep outa you and Joey and me walk away and leave you here, bare ass naked with him. You got it?"

She shuddered in his grip, her eyes huge. "Oh God, Albert - you wouldn't! Please... please tell me you wouldn't!"

His fingers tightened in her hair. "You bet I fucking would, lady. If you don't believe me, try saying something and see what happens."

She opened her mouth to plead with him again, but the man was already on them. "What the fuck's going on here?" he demanded, looking first at the boys and then at the shivering naked woman cringing at their feet.

"Boot camp," said Albie helpfully, with a sly glance at Joey. "I'm the sergeant and this is our recruit."

"What?" The man sounded incredulous.

"Yeah," said Albie, his tone serious. "We came out here for some marching drill. I've just been marching her round the car. You know - left, right, left, right, and all that kinda stuff."

"You..." The man was completely speechless for some moments. "You want me to believe she's out here bare ass naked at midnight for some MARCHING DRILL?"

"Sure. I'll show you." Albie looked down at her. "Recruit - on your feet!"

She looked up at him helplessly, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly. His last words to her echoed in her brain: If you don't believe me, try saying something and see what happens.

Albie leaned closer. "C'mon, recruit - get up and show the nice man how well you can march." He was smiling, but the menace in his eyes was unmistakable.

She scrambled hastily to her feet and stood at attention in front of him, with her lips clamped tremblingly shut. "Fuck!" said the man. "I don't believe this!"

"Mister, you ain't seen nothing yet. OK, recruit - quick march around the car. Left! Right! Left! Right! Left! Right! Swing those arms now! Left! Right! Left! Right!..."

She stumbled clumsily around the car, trying to keep her arms and legs in time with his barked commands and wincing as her bare feet slammed down hard on the rough asphalt. Got to obey him, she thought desperately. Got to keep quiet. Otherwise he'll leave me here naked!

"Shit!" said the man as she completed her circuit. "Look at her tits bounce! I never knew the Army was like this."

"Equal opportunity," said Albie. "That's how it's gotta be these days." Then he grinned. "Uh, I'm Albert, and this is Joey." He gestured at the naked woman standing trembling and breathing heavily in front of him. "And this here's Mrs Jones."

"Well, well, well," said the man. "I'm Sam. I run that store over there. Real pleased to meet you two boys. And your nice recruit." He leered at her nudity. "She got a first name?"

"Yeah," said Albie. "But we just call her Mrs Jones. We wanna be respectful to an old lady. Know what I mean?"

The man snorted. "Well, she sure looks like she deserves it. I ain't seen such a respectable looking woman in a long time." He leered at her again. "What's your first name, girlie?"

She shrank back, looking at him fearfully, but stayed silent. She was still trembling.

"She's real shy," said Albie. "She probably won't talk to you at all."

Sam looked slowly up and down her naked body. "God, she's dirty. What's she been doing?"

Albie smiled. "Well, first she squatted behind those bushes over there and peed in the dirt. And then she came back here and lay on the ground and licked my feet." He tried to look pitying. "I guess that's what gets her off."

She felt the outrage flare up inside her. You little bastard, she screamed at him in her mind. You forced me to do all those things! And now you're making him believe I'm some kind of perverted submissive. God damn you! She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, trembling with anger and fear and helplessness. God damn you to hell!

"Well, fuck." Sam shook his head unbelievingly. "Real docile, is she?" He licked his lips. "What about if I try and feel her up? She gonna slap my face or anything?"

Albie's smile got wider. "Don't think so. Try it and see."

Sam stepped closer. His breathing was coming faster now. He reached out hesitantly and grasped one of her bare breasts. She cringed, closing her eyes and turning her face away. Oh God, she thought hopelessly, now I'm a plaything for a porn store manager. What next - for God's sake, what next? Then she jumped as his other hand found her pubes.

"God," Sam murmured as he fondled her, "I love the bald pussy. All Army recruits got 'em these days?"

"Yeah," said Albie laconically. "Short back and sides. You know?"

"God!" said Sam again. His finger was up in her vagina now, and his other hand squeezed her breast as he leaned forward and began sucking her nipple. "Mmmmmmm!..."

Albie leaned over towards Joey. "Waddaya think, pal?" he whispered softly. "Still worried this guy's gonna make trouble?"

Joey looked across at two figures in front of the car. Amanda Jones was grunting and gasping now as Sam pumped his finger rapidly in and out of her vagina. His mouth was still at her breast, and his other hand was behind her trembling buttocks, holding her firmly in place. "No," the younger boy whispered. "I guess you had it figured pretty good." Then he stopped and frowned. "But if he wants a piece of the action, then that's gonna be all the less pussy for us."

Albie smiled again. "I think our end of the deal's gonna be pretty damn good. Just watch." He walked back towards the gasping naked woman and the man fondling her. "Hey, Sam," he said aloud, "you got somewhere more comfortable where we can DRILL our recruit? If you know what I mean."

Sam stopped, mouth still at her breast and finger still buried deep in her vagina. He turned slowly and looked at Albie. "Drill her, huh?" Then he sniggered. "You do that a lot?"

"As much as we can," said Albie cheerfully. "You got somewhere better than this carpark?"

Sam sniggered again. "Yeah," he said happily, "I got somewhere." He looked at the woman in front of him and pumped his finger in and out of her vagina a few more times, making her grunt helplessly. "I got somewhere where we can drill her real good." He released her reluctantly and stepped back. "Business is kinda slow. I was just gonna close up for a while. You boys wanna come over?"

"You're gonna take kids like us into an adult video store?" Albie tried to sound unbelieving.

"Yeah." Sam reached out and tweaked her nipples. Then he briefly fingered her vagina once more. "Maybe you'll see something you haven't seen before." He sniggered again, and ran his hand slowly down the streaks of dirt on her body. "I could even show you women who keep themselves clean."

Her face burned as she stood there trembling under his casual fondling. Damn you all, she thought despairingly. Just go ahead and rape me! Don't keep humiliating me like this. Damn you all to hell!

"Well, she sure could do with a cleanup," agreed Albie. "You got a shower over there?"

"Nah. It's a store, not an apartment. But I got some wet wipes." He leered knowingly at them. "Sometimes the customers get kinda carried away in the viewing booths, and then I gotta clean up afterwards."

Albie shrugged. "OK - that'll have to do." He turned to the other boy. "C'mon, Joey. You too, Mrs Jones."

She stood rooted to the spot, staring at them helplessly from behind the car as they all started walking across to the video store. "Oh God," she whispered.

Albie glanced back, and then stopped. "C'mon, Mrs Jones," he said impatiently. When she didn't move he patted his pocket. "I got the car keys and all the money. You better stick with me, in case I decide to get a taxi home."

"Oh God," she whispered again. She gave a stifled sob and ran over to him, gazing fearfully around and shielding her breasts and crotch with her arms as best she could.

"Platoon - halt!" Albie shouted suddenly.

Joey and Sam turned around and stared back at him, puzzled. Then they caught sight of the cowering naked woman beside him and they both grinned.

"Recruit - attenshun!" shouted Albie. "Stand up straight, hands by your sides, tits out! C'mon, soldier - get with it!"

"Albert - please!" she whispered desperately, staring frantically around into the darkness. "For God's sake, everyone in the whole neighborhood'll be able to hear you!"

"Well just do what you're told, Mrs Jones, and I'll stop yelling," he whispered back. Then he took a deep breath and opened his mouth again.

"OK, OK!" she whispered frantically, clenching her fists and forcing herself to stand upright. "For God's sake, stop shouting - please!" She gritted her teeth and pushed out her chest, standing naked and trembling in the middle of the carpark. She could feel the tears starting as the sense of helpless humiliation engulfed her again. "Please, Albert," she whispered wretchedly. "Please stop doing this to me. Please."

"All you gotta do is what you're told, Mrs Jones," he said softly. "In the end it's a hellava lot less trouble for you. And less time standing out here bare ass naked." He raised his voice abruptly: "Recruit - quick march! Left, right, left, right, left, right...!"

God damn him, she thought helplessly as she marched stiffly across the parking lot towards the grinning Sam and Joey - the little bastard's right! I'd be safely inside by now if I hadn't argued.

"Those fucking tits!" said Sam admiringly as she marched up to him. "Look at 'em bounce!" He leaned over and nudged Joey in the ribs. "Hey, kid - you could say she's marching two abreast. Har, har!"

She flushed deeply, then glanced fearfully in both directions as she marched across the road. Please, she thought desperately - don't let anyone else come. Please! She marched briskly up to the door of the video store and reached for the handle. Got to get inside! Even a porn store'd be better than standing out here naked!

"It's locked," Sam called out from behind her. "Hang on. I gotta come and open it."

"Recruit," barked Albie - "keep marching on the spot till he opens the door!"

She felt her face burning even hotter as she obeyed him. Oh God, she thought despairingly as she stamped up and down outside the locked door, would you hurry up and let me IN! Someone's going to SEE me! Oh God! She could feel her bare breasts jiggling with each step.

Sam walked around in front of her, fumbling for his keys. "God," he said, staring at her as the two boys joined him, "would you look at the way those tits bounce!" He reached out and held a hand under one of her breasts as she continued stamping up and down in front of him, letting the breast flop up and down against his palm as she moved.

"Looks good," agreed Albie. "Let's speed her up a little, and get some more action." He raised his voice again: "C'mon, recruit - super quick march! One-two, one-two, one-two, one-two, one-two...!"

Damn you, her mind screamed in anguish as she stamped frantically up and down - would you just unlock the damn DOOR! She could feel the perspiration breaking out all over her as she struggled to keep up the pace.

Sam had both hands under her breasts now. "Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake," he said under his breath as her breasts flopped up and down against his hands. "I'm gonna join the Armeee..." He looked across at Albie as she stamped and bounced in front of him, and licked his lips. "Who gets to drill her first, pal?"

"Oh, be our guest, buddy," said Albie expansively. "If you're gonna let us spend some time inside this great store, the least we can do is let you spend some time inside our recruit. OK with you?"

"Fuckin' A!" Sam stepped back and scrabbled urgently for his keys. "Get in here, recruit," he barked as he swung the door open. "On the fucking double!"

Oh God, she thought despairingly. Public nakedness outside and rape inside. What a choice! She gritted her teeth and followed him inside.

He locked the door hastily behind them all and then went over to an expanse of carpeted floor. The front of his pants was bulging from his erection. "Recruit - over here!" he commanded.

She obeyed and stood trembling in front of him. He started ripping off his shirt. "Recruit - on your back!" He wrenched his pants down. "Recruit - spread your legs!" He threw himself down onto her. "Recruit - prepare to be drilled!" Then his erect penis thrust quickly into her open vagina, making her grunt. "Recruit - hug me... ohhhhhh! ...real tight!" He started humping up and down on top of her. "Recruuuuuuit!... Wrap your fucking... ohhhhhh! ...fucking legs round me!... Oh God!... Aaaaaaahhhh!... Aaaaaaahhhh!... Aaaaaaahhhh!... Aaaaaaahhhh!... Aaaaaaahhhh!..."

She lay under him, her limbs wrapped unwillingly around his body, jerking every time he thrust into her. Albie and Joey were standing nearby, watching impassively. Another rape, she thought emptily. How many does that make today? I've lost count. Oh God - how long is this going to go on? For God's sake, how long?

"You... fucking... Army... bitch!" Sam gasped. "How d'you like... ohhhhhh! ...this drill, huh? Aaaaaaahhhh!... Aaaaaaahhhh!... Aaaaaaahhhh!..." He increased the speed of his thrusts. "Gonna drill you... ohhhhhh! ...all fucking NIGHT...!"

She grunted and gasped under him as he kept hammering his erection into her unwilling vagina. She vaguely noticed that the two boys were drifting away, looking curiously at the shelves of garish videos. God, she thought hopelessly as she tossed and jerked under the man's thrusts, what the hell could you boys hope to see there that you can't see right here? Or back at the apartment? Oh God!

"Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhhh!" Sam screamed, pounding his groin frantically against hers. "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm commmmmmiiiiiinnnnnggggg!!!... Oh Godddddd!..."

As Sam sagged slowly down against her in climax a desperate idea suddenly seized her. She looked over hastily to where the boys had been standing. Joey was picking up a video and looking at it, but there was no sign of Albie. Keeping her eyes fixed anxiously on Joey, she stretched up until her lips were next to Sam's ear. "Sam," she whispered urgently, "please help me. For God's sake, please help me."

"Huh?..." Sam was still gasping in the aftermath of his orgasm, his whole body trembling on top of her.

"Shhhhh!" she whispered hastily. "For God's sake don't let the boys hear us talking. Those little monsters'll kill me."

"Huh?..." Sam repeated. His breathing was starting to slow, but he was still having trouble working out what was going on.

"Sam, please listen to me!" she hissed desperately. "Those little bastards are blackmailing..."

Suddenly Albie stepped out from behind a nearby fixture. "Hiya, Sam," he said heartily. "How's our recruit? Drill her OK?"

"Uh, yeah..." Sam looked uncertainly from her face up to Albie's, still breathing heavily. "Uh, she... she was just..."

"Sam," Albie interrupted, "you gonna open up again tonight?"

Sam frowned up at him. "Why, yeah, I..." He lifted one arm and looked at his watch. "I... I oughta open again about 1 a.m. Catch the guys going home after early night shift. Why?"

"I hear some of these places got a resident slut. For guys who get too excited watching videos. You got that?"

"Nah." Sam sounded regretful. "I never got one organized." He reached up and shakily squeezed one of her breasts, then pressed his groin down against hers one more time. "Your recruit here - she'd be great for that." He gave a long sigh and squeezed her breast again. "You wouldn't consider, like, renting her out some nights, would you?"

She went rigid with horror underneath him. No, no, no, her mind screamed. Oh God - NO!

"I dunno," said Albie thoughtfully. "She doesn't talk much." He caught her eyes and held them. "I mean, if she talked a lot she'd be just great to leave here for you and your customers, wouldn't she?"

She looked back up at him. Oh God, she thought despairingly, as she stared up into his hard young face, I know what you mean, you little monster! One more word from me and I'm left here stark naked all night, for Sam and his customers. Oh God! She bit her lip and looked away, blinking back the tears and trembling.

"Hey, that's OK," said Sam hastily. "She's only gotta fuck, not make conversation. As a matter of fact, she was just starting to..."

"Maybe some other time," Albie cut in firmly. "Right now we wanna take her home and get on with some serious fucking ourselves." Then he held up some videos. "Listen, Sam old buddy, Joey and me were wondering if we could borrow a few of these."

"No problem, kid." Sam got unsteadily to his feet and went over to pick up his clothes. "Borrow as many as you like. No charge. And any night you wanna return them and borrow some more..." He paused, and leered down at her naked body. "...just bring your nice recruit along for some more drill."

They moved away towards the checkout as Joey joined them. She climbed up off the floor, still trembling, and followed them reluctantly. She could feel Sam's semen starting to trickle slowly out of her vagina. "Just lemme scan those videos," Sam said, "so I know what you've taken. But don't worry - like I said, there's no charge." He looked at her regretfully as she stood naked and shivering between the two boys. "I never did clean her up for you. You sure you gotta go right now?"

Albie laid one hand on her bare buttock, making her flinch. "Thanks all the same, pal," he said, slowly propelling her towards the door. "We'll fix her up when we get home."

"Lucky young bastards." Sam shook his head as he unlocked the door for them. "Wish I'd had a recruit like that when I was your age. You give her a good drilling from me when you get her home, you hear?" He stood watching them as they headed back towards the car.

She looked fearfully all around her as Albie's hand on her buttock kept propelling her slowly and inexorably across the street. "Albert, please," she whispered desperately - "can we please hurry? For God's sake, please - before someone else sees me."

"Why don't you just shut up, Mrs Jones?" he said tightly, as soon as they were safely out of earshot. His hand tightened on her bare buttock. "The way I see it, you've done more than enough talking since Sam showed up."

Oh God, she thought fearfully, he saw me - he heard me! What's he going to do to me now? She stumbled along barefoot beside him, longing to cover her nakedness with her arms but too frightened to anger him any further.

"I got us some real good vids, buddy," said Joey as they approached the car. "Wait till you see them."

Albie just grunted. He unlocked the car door and she immediately wrenched it open and leapt inside, huddling down in the driver's seat. "Please," she begged, looking imploringly up at him. "Please can I have my clothes back now? Please!"

He didn't answer. He went around the other side of the car and opened the doors for himself and Joey. Then he sat down in the front passenger seat and just looked at her. Finally he held out the keys, dangling them in front of her. "You're gonna drive us home, Mrs Jones. Right now."

"Albert, please - for God's sake! My clothes...!"

Suddenly he grabbed her hair, twisting her face up towards the roof of the car. "You fucking talked to him, didn't you? After I told you not to say a fucking word."

"Oh God, Albert, I..."

"So now," he continued, ignoring her, "you can drive us home bare ass naked." His fingers tightened in her hair, bringing tears to her eyes. "For being such a big-mouth smarty pants, you can drive us home bare ass fucking naked all the fucking way!"


CHAPTER 9

"Oh God, Albert, I'm sorry," she wept, staring up at the roof of the car with his fingers tight in her hair. "I'm sorry I tried to talk to him, really I am. Oh God, I'm so sorry!" She choked back a desperate sob. "Please, I... Please, for God's sake don't do this to me. Oh God, not naked all the way home - please!" She tried to turn in his grip and look at him. "Why don't you punish me back at the apartment?" she begged desperately. "Y...you could tie me over the armchair like you said, and p...paddle me with that horrible big paddle, and I wouldn't try to stop you, I swear I wouldn't. Even if you wanted to f...fuck me while you were doing it, I wouldn't try to stop you. Y...you could even paddle me all night and I wouldn't say no. Oh God, Albert, please! Don't make me drive you all the way home naked! For God's sake, Albert - PLEEEEEEZE!"

"God!" said Joey from the back seat. "Naked all the way home. What a fucking turn on. Do it, buddy - do it!"

Why don't you just shut up, you vile little beast, she thought desperately. Aren't I in enough trouble without you trying to...?

"You got a choice, Mrs Jones." Albie was speaking very quietly now. He released her hair and she slumped back down in her seat with a sob. "You can either do what you're told, or we'll just leave you here and get that taxi home. Oh, and before we go I'll tell Sam you're available for the rest of the night."

"Oh my God!" Her forehead sagged forward against the steering wheel and she started sobbing and sobbing. "People will see me! They'll... they'll see me driving the streets naked and they'll think I'm some kind of kinky whore or something and I'll... I'll die! I'll just die! Oh GOD!" She lifted her tear-soaked face and looked despairingly at him. "Albert, I BEG you...!"

"Here are the keys, Mrs Jones." He held them out to her. "Count of three to get the car started. One...... two......"

"Oh God!" She fumbled for the ignition, her eyes blinded by tears. "Albert - please!" The engine turned over and started. "Albert, for God's sake - please!" She backed around slowly and erratically in the carpark, wiping despairingly at her eyes to see where she was going. "Albert, I'm begging you! I can't DO this!"

"Should've thought of that before you opened your fucking mouth," he said brutally. "Now drive."

"Oh my God!..." Still weeping, she pulled out slowly and unwillingly into the street, hunching down low in the driver's seat and looking fearfully left and right as she drove. When she reached the intersection with the main street she stopped and looked imploringly at him again. "Albert - please! There are streetlights out there. It... it's not dark like it is down here. Please don't make me drive out there - please!"

"So you don't wanna drive any further?"

"Please, Albert. For God's sake - please! I'm begging you!"

"OK, Mrs Jones." He reached across and switched off the engine, pulling out the keys. "I'll just take these, and Joey and me'll go home by taxi. See ya." And he started to climb out of the car.

"Ohhhhhh!" It was a sobbing wail of utter despair. "Oh my God!" She burst into floods of fresh tears, her whole naked body shuddering and her face in her hands. "Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God - whatever is to become of meeeeee?... Oh GODDDDDD!..."

He stopped, with the door open and one foot out on the road. "I'm feeling real generous tonight, Mrs Jones. So I'll give you another ten seconds to decide what you wanna do." He paused. "One...... two......"

"Oh my God, Albert - please!..."

"Three...... four......"

"Albert - please, please, please, please, pleeeeeeze!..."

"Five...... six......"

"Albert, for pity's sake, I'll do anything else - anything, anything, anything, anything, ANYTHIIIINNNNNGGGG!..."

"Seven...... eight......"

Her head was bowed and her bare shoulders were shaking, with her tears pouring down unchecked onto her naked thighs. She turned her face around towards him, eyes blind with weeping, and held out one trembling hand. "Give me the keys. I'll drive. Oh God - I'll drive."

He handed them to her without comment, and then sat in silence beside her as she restarted the car. She dashed at her tears with the back of her hand and then, still weeping, pulled out slowly into the main street. "Oh God," she sobbed again.

"Ah," he said knowingly, as she suddenly turned into a side street - "sticking to the back streets, huh?" He reached across and fondled her. "So why don'tcha sit up straight? Seeing these streets are so quiet at this time of night."

She jerked back as he touched her and let out another choking sob. Then she pulled herself slowly and unwillingly upright in the seat, still looking fearfully out into the darkness around her as she drove. "Oh God," she repeated despairingly, still crying.

"Shit, this is fucking great!" said Joey suddenly from the back seat. "A bare ass naked bitch driver. All the way home!" He craned forward, peering at her in the semi-darkness. "Yeah - I thought so," he said as they drove through another patch of light. "Look at her nips, buddy - they're sticking way out. This must be turning her on. God - what a slut!"

Damn you, she raged inside her head, I am NOT turned on! I'm naked and cold and frightened, and I'm more upset than I've ever been in my whole damn life. Damn you and your filthy little gutter mind - damn you, damn you, damn you! She let out another hopeless sob and gripped hard on the steering wheel, trying desperately to control her trembling.

"Yeah," said Albie, reaching across again and plucking at her nipples, making her gasp. "They're sticking out, all right." He slid one hand down slowly over her bare stomach towards her groin. "Let's see how turned on she really is - see if her clit's standing up."

"A...Albert - please!" she begged, still trembling, as his finger entered her. "I'll - ohhhhhh! - I'll have an accident!... Ohhhhhh!... For God's sake - please!"

"Nah," he said slowly, feeling around inside her - "doesn't feel like she's real horny..." He fondled her clitoris a little longer, then slid his finger slowly up into her vagina. "Oh SHIT," he burst out suddenly - "her cunt's still full of that old bastard's cum! Fucking shit! And now I've got it all over my fucking finger. God!" He jerked his finger out of her and held it up to the light, looking at it in disgust.

"No problem, pal," said Joey complacently. "She dirtied it, she can clean it. Shove your finger in her mouth and make her suck it off."

Oh you twisted little bastard, she thought despairingly. Why do you always have to suggest the dirtiest, most disgusting...? Then her thoughts were interrupted as Albie's wet finger was forced against her mouth. "Clean it," he said bluntly.

"Ugghhh!" She shuddered in disgust as his finger forced its way between her lips. Her bare foot slipped off the accelerator and the car slowly came to a halt in the empty street, the engine ticking over quietly in the night silence.

"C'mon," he repeated impatiently - "clean it. Clean it or walk home."

She shuddered again, then slowly and unwillingly opened her mouth and let his finger slip inside. "Suck it clean," he said again.

She could taste the taste of her own vagina along with Sam's semen on his finger, and she almost vomited. Why is his finger worse than sucking a wet penis, she though inconsequentially. Oh God!

Albie pulled out his finger and looked at it, then lifted it to his nose and sniffed it. "OK," he grunted, and wiped it deliberately on her bare breast to get rid of her saliva. "Start driving again."

He sat watching her as she slowly picked up speed. "Spread your legs," he said suddenly.

"What...?" she said confusedly, glancing quickly and fearfully across at him. She was trembling again under his gaze. "But you didn't like... On your finger..."

He bared his teeth. "You only need one hand for driving, Mrs Jones. You can use the other one to clean yourself out. I want all of that old bastard's cum out of your fuck hole before we get home."

"Oh God, Albert - please!..."

"It'll give you something else to think about. Take your mind off driving naked, seeing you're so worried about it." He waved his hand impatiently. "C'mon - get started. Fingers in, wiggle them round, pull 'em out, suck 'em. And keep doing it until we get home. I don't want a drop of that old bastard's jizz left in your cunt."

"Yeah!" said Joey, leaning forward eagerly over the seatback. "Let's see her do it! Oh God, this is gonna be fucking fantastic - bare ass naked driver, with her fingers pumping her pussy all the way home. C'mon, Mrs Jones - get started!"

"Please, for God's sake!..."

"Same choice as before, Mrs Jones," said Albie remorselessly. "Do it or get left here."

"Oh God!" She took one hand off the wheel and reached down shakily between her legs. There's no limit, is there, she thought hopelessly. Every time I think it can't possibly get any worse it gets worse. She took a last despairing look at his hard young face and then began to push her fingers slowly up inside herself, grunting and twisting in the seat as they slid in.

"Deeper," he ordered, looking closely at her crotch. She obeyed him, grunting with the effort and the shame. "OK - now wiggle them round a few times. Yeah - that's enough. Now pull them out and suck them."

"Keep a straight line, Mrs Jones," said Joey suddenly, looking out through the windscreen. "You wanna have an accident or something?" He giggled. "You'd look just great with all the cops and paramedics and reporters standing round, wouldn't you? Fingers up your cunt and all."

She jerked the wheel with her free hand, narrowly avoiding hitting the curb. "Oh God!" she moaned, and pushed her wet fingers slowly and unwillingly into her mouth and started sucking. She could feel her gorge rising at the taste.

"Fingers back in." Albie was implacable.

She shuddered and obeyed him. "Oh God," she moaned again.

"Deeper." He was relentless. She groaned and twisted again in the seat, pushing at her crotch as hard as she could.

"You're driving real, real slow, Mrs Jones." It was Joey again. "You wanna be out here naked all night?"

"Oh God!" She pressed down on the accelerator as she wriggled her fingers again inside her vagina, then withdrew them and brought them up to her mouth once more. She struggled to bring her nausea under control.

"Watch it, Mrs Jones," said Albie suddenly. "This is a dead end street. Ends at the river." He looked at her and smiled. "You're gonna have go out onto the main street and drive across the bridge. With all those bright lights. Oh dear, dear, dear - ain't that a crying shame?"

She stared at him, her lip trembling. You little monster, she thought, how can you be so thoroughly and horribly hateful? Do you lie awake nights thinking up this stuff? God, how I hate you!

He glanced down at the two fingers she still had buried in her vagina. "You can take those out," he said, "just long enough to turn the car round. Then you gotta shift back into Drive and get on with pussy pumping and sucking all the rest of the way home. Got it?"

She didn't answer him. She pulled out her wet fingers, her face burning, and turned around in the narrow street. "OK - now start pumping again," he said, and she obeyed him in silence, her face hotter than ever.

"I think she likes it, buddy," said Joey from the back seat. "Look at the way she wiggles and grunts when she sticks her fingers in. And she sucks them off soooo sweetly, don't you think?"

Little bastard, she thought hopelessly, bringing the car to a halt at the intersection with the main street. She gripped the wheel hard as she looked up and down the brightly-lit street in both directions, feeling her trembling increase. Oh God, she thought despairingly, please keep it empty. Please God - keep it empty!

"Hey - I didn't say you could stop pumping that pussy!" Albie sounded irritated. "Get with it, Mrs Jones. Or get out of the car."

"Oh God!" She took her wet sticky fingers unwillingly off the wheel and slowly pushed them back inside herself, then drove out slowly and cautiously out into the wide empty street. Now just go, she told herself desperately as she pumped her fingers in and out of her vagina. Down the middle, across the damn bridge and back into the side streets. Put your foot down and go!

She trod hard on the accelerator as she brought her fingers back up to her mouth and sucked them. The street was still empty. Thank you, God! She increased speed as they approached the bridge, fingers groping for her vagina again. Still no cars. Oh thank you, God! She let out another grunt as she pushed her fingers back in.

They were crossing the bridge now. She wiggled her fingers awkwardly inside her vagina and pulled them slowly out again. There's the intersection! I can turn left there and get back into the side streets. Thank God!

"That's a red light, Mrs Jones!" said Albie suddenly. "You can't run a red light. Hit the brakes!"

"Albert, please!" she begged desperately as they sped nearer. "It's nearly one a.m. There's no one else here. What difference does it make, for God's sake?"

"HIT THE FUCKING BRAKES, MRS JONES!"

"Oh God!" She pulled up frantically at the last minute with a squeal of tires, bringing the car to a shuddering halt with its front wheels across the white line, and then looked imploringly across at him. "Albert - please!" she begged, trembling. "There's... there's no one else here, and now I'm stuck out in the middle of this street under all the lights, for God's sake. Please - just over there into that side street. Please!"

He shook his head. "Naughty, naughty, Mrs Jones. You can't go around breaking the law like that, specially in public. You wanna go to jail or something?"

"Oh God, Albert...!"

"Just sit quiet, Mrs Jones," he said calmly. "Just sit quiet and keep pumping your pussy and sucking your fingers. And wait for the lights to change like a good citizen."

"Oh God!" She gave a choking sob and slowly pushed her trembling fingers back inside herself, looking fearfully around at the brightly-lit empty street. "Oh God!"

She had just lifted her wet fingers unwillingly back up to her mouth when she heard it - the sound of approaching rock music from behind her. "Oh God!" she shrieked, spinning around and staring terrified out through the back window. "It's a carload of teenagers! They'll see me! Oh my GOD!..." She whirled back around and stamped down frantically on the accelerator.

But even as she did so Albie had grabbed the T-bar and slipped the shift into Neutral. The engine roared as she slammed the accelerator flat to the floor, but the car didn't move. "Goddammit!" she screamed, wrestling desperately with him to try to get the car back into Drive. "I've got to get out of here! Oh God, Albert - PLEASE!..."

But then he reached out quickly with his other hand and twisted the key in the ignition, turning off the engine. "Nuh, uh, uh, Mrs Jones," he said chidingly - "don't you go breaking the law now." He pulled the keys out and slipped them into his pocket. "I'll just keep these till the lights turn green again."

"Oh GOD!!" she shrieked as the other car drew up alongside them. She jammed herself desperately up against the driver's door, with her naked back to them and her body drawn up into the fetal position and her arms frantically covering her bare breasts. "Oh God, oh God, oh GOD!!" she screamed, staring horror-stricken as the carload of teenagers slowly became aware of her nudity. "Oh my GOD!" she wailed, as they began nudging each other and pointing at her. "Noooooo!" she howled as they started getting out of their car and walking over towards her, with huge grins splitting their faces. "Lock the doors!" she screeched, frantically jamming her thumb down on her own locking button. "For God's sake lock the damn DOORS!"

In the midst of her terror she gradually became aware that Albie had been dangling the car keys in front of her face for some time. "The light's green, Mrs Jones," he repeated patiently. "Why don't you just drive off before it turns red again?"

"Oh GOD!!" She snatched the keys out of his hand and jabbed them frantically at the ignition. "Start, start, start - for God's sake START!" she wailed desperately as the engine turned over.

The engine started and she jammed the car into Drive and slammed her foot to the floor almost at the same instant. Teenagers scattered like chaff as she shot away with a loud squeal of tires, racing across towards the side street.

"They've all gotten back in their car," Joey reported, looking through the back window as they sped down the side street. "They're following us!"

"Oh God!" she gasped. "Gotta get away from them! Oh God!"

"They're gaining, Mrs Jones," Albie called, looking back over his shoulder. "Too bad you got yourself such a cheap little underpowered car. Looks like they're gonna catch you!"

"Yayyyyyy!" shouted Joey excitedly. "She's gonna pull her first train! And we're gonna get to watch!" He leaned forward, yelling at Albie. "She's gonna be cum from head to foot, buddy! And when they're finished we can take her home and clean her up and fuck her all over again! Yeeeeee HAH!"

"Oh my GOD!" she wailed, throwing a quick terrified glance over her shoulder at the car following them. "Oh my GODDDDDD!" She wrenched the wheel frantically and turned off into a smaller street with a screech of tires and thundered down between the darkened factory buildings. "Oh GOD!" she kept babbling. "Oh GOD, oh GOD, oh GOD, oh GOD, oh GOD..."

"They're right behind you, Mrs Jones!" yelled Joey gleefully. "You're soon gonna have six fresh dicks up that old cunt of yours! God - I can't wait to see it!"

"Noooooo!" she screamed, making a desperate left turn at the T-junction which had loomed up in front of her and narrowly missing the curb on the other side. "Please God - NOOOOOO!"

"They hit the curb!" Joey shouted. "There goes their hubcap! Damn! No, wait a minute - here they come again!"

She threw the car desperately around the next corner and, almost without thinking, hit the brakes and spun the car up into a factory driveway and in through an open gate. She screeched to a halt between two delivery vans, cut the engine, turned off the lights and immediately ducked down behind her seatback. "Get down!" she shrieked. "For God's sake get down and keep quiet!"

The carload of teenagers rounded the corner and shot past behind them, horn blaring and lights flashing, and disappeared. Then the sounds slowly diminished into the distance.

She waited a long time, trembling with tension, for any sound of them coming back. But the night stayed still and silent all around them. "Oh my God!" she said at last. "Oh my God!" She put her face in her hands and started to cry.

"Pretty fucking clever," said Albie in reluctant admiration. "Mrs Jones, you never cease to amaze me."

"Oh God!" she sobbed, her bare shoulders shaking and her face still in her hands. "Oh my God!" She lifted her head and looked at Albie, her mouth working uncontrollably. "They would've... they would've gang raped me! They might've... even killed me! Oh God - how could you do that to me?"

Albie smiled at her. "We wouldn't've let them hurt you too much, Mrs Jones. 'Cause we're your friends." His smile broadened. "Betcha they would've been happy with only about three or four fucks each. And there were only six of them."

She collapsed into tears again. "Oh my God!" she wept. "God help me!"

He reached across and slapped her roughly on one naked thigh. "C'mon, Mrs Jones - we can't stay here all night. Get the car started and drive us home."

"Oh God!" she sobbed. "How... how can you expect me to drive after a dreadful experience like that? My God!..."

"Oh, you poor thing," he sneered. "Delicate little nerves all shot to pieces, huh?" He grabbed her chin and pulled her face roughly around towards his. "Just think how upset your poor little nerves would've been if six guys were holding you down right now and fucking the shit out of you. You wanna stay here while we go find them?"

"No! Oh God, Albert - please!"

"Well then, get that bare ass of yours into gear and drive us home. It's been a hellava long time since that last blow job."

Oh yes, she thought bitterly - it must be two hours at least. I don't know how you've managed to survive! She reached out a trembling hand and started the engine again.

* * * * *

She switched off the engine in the basement carpark and leaned back naked in the seat, shaking with the reaction. I made it, she thought, with a desperate sense of relief. No one else saw me, I didn't have an accident, the car didn't run out of gas. Oh God! She gripped hard on the wheel, trying to control her trembling, then looked across at Albie. "Please, Albert," she whispered. "Please give me my clothes back now. I've... I've done everything you told me, haven't I? Please give me my clothes, before someone comes. Please!"

"Everything I told you?" He paused for a while, looking thoughtful. "Nah - I don't think so, Mrs Jones," he said at last. "You haven't been pumping that jizzy pussy of yours for the last two miles at least."

"Oh God!" she said, horrified. "I... Oh Albert, I'm so sorry! I forgot - please, Albert, I forgot! I... I was trying to drive safely and I was concentrating on what I was doing and I... I forgot!" She reached down frantically between her thighs and began desperately pumping her fingers in and out of her vagina. "Oh God, Albert - I'm doing it, I'm doing it!" She jammed her wet fingers into her mouth, sucking at them and looking fearfully around the carpark. "Please, Albert - I'm doing it!" she panted, plunging her fingers urgently back inside herself once more and wincing as she did so. "Please, Albert!" She slurped noisily at her wet fingers and reached quickly back down to her groin again, still looking apprehensively out through the windows of the car. "Please, Albert - please give me my clothes before someone comes!"

"OK," he said simply, "you can have your clothes back, Mrs Jones. But you gotta make up for forgetting. I want you with one hand under your skirt all the way up to the apartment, diddling your pussy non-stop till we get inside."

She froze, staring at him aghast, with two fingers still buried in her vagina. "Albert..." she stuttered at last, "Albert, for God's sake! It's... it's bad enough doing it here in the car. But... but out there! In the open!..."

"Oh shit," he said resignedly, "it's another fucking no." He looked at Joey. "Your turn this time, pal. Wadda we make her do this time to teach her not to say no?"

Joey's eyes glittered. "Bare ass naked," he said, without even hesitating. "All the way up to the apartment. And pumping her pussy all the way."

"Oh God!..."

"Nah," interrupted Albie - "not bare ass naked."

Oh thank you, God! she thought desperately. Thank you, Albert!...

He pulled the keys out of the ignition and handed them back to Joey. "Unlock the trunk, buddy, and get her shoes. She's gotta have something to wear, and they'll do."

She just looked at him. Oh God, she thought hopelessly, you suckered me again, you little bastard. She closed her eyes in despair. "And if I say no, you'll just leave me here - right?" Her voice was flat, expressionless. Only her mind was screaming.

"Right, Mrs Jones. You're getting the idea." His fingers found her nipple and she winced. "You can stay down here in the car all night, bare ass naked and cold, waiting for all the families to start coming down in the morning for their nice Sunday drives." He went on fondling her and tugging at her nipple while she kept her eyes stubbornly closed. "And Joey and me'll be up in the apartment, looking at your pics and sending emails."

She flinched, and then opened her eyes at last. "Oh God," she said dully. "Stark naked, and playing with myself. All the way up."

"You won't be stark naked, Mrs Jones. I already told you - you'll be wearing those nice high heels of yours."

She kept looking at him. "Why?" she whispered at last. "Why?"

"Discipline, Mrs Jones," he said firmly. "Teach you not to say no next time. 'Cause each time you do, something worse happens." He smiled at her. "Didn't you figure that out yet?"

"Yeah," said Joey. "If you say no on this one we'll go find some more guys with a car, and tie you up on the hood with your legs spread and your cunt open, and make you jerk yourself off all the way up and down the main street." He smiled at her as well. "So why don'tcha just stop fucking around and get out of the car and get started?"

She felt completely numb. There were tears running down her face but she couldn't even feel them. She struggled out of the driver's seat and stood naked and trembling beside the car. "Here," said Joey. "Here's your shoes. And you can carry your handbag as well, as long as you don't hold it in front of your tits or your cunt." He handed it to her. "Now start pumping your pussy with your other hand."

She moved forward between them, as if in a daze, as they headed towards the elevator. The lights seemed brighter than she could ever remember. Her fingers kept sliding mechanically in and out of her vagina as probable TV news headlines ran endlessly round and round inside her head: Mrs Amanda Jones, 28, schoolteacher, was picked up by the police in the early hours of Sunday morning in the basement carpark of a city apartment block. A police spokesman said she was naked at the time, and was committing lewd acts in front of two young teenage boys.

"You're doing great, Mrs Jones," said Albie approvingly. "But you gotta push those fingers in deeper now. Get them right up inside your cunt."

"Yeah," said Joey. "We wanna see you wiggle and grunt like you were doing in the car. Shove 'em in real deep."

She let out a despairing moan and pushed her fingers in even harder. When are we going to reach the elevator, she thought hopelessly. Why are we all walking so goddamn slowly?

Suddenly Albie ran ahead and stood in front of the elevator doors, looking back at them. "Joey, grab her handbag," he called. "I want her to do stuff with both hands."

Joey took the bag out of her unresisting hand. "OK, Mrs Jones," Albie called, "now reach down and pull your cunt lips open with one hand, and keep working your cunt with the other. And spread your knees apart while you're walking. I wanna see pink pussy."

Little pervert, she thought desperately, her face hot and burning as she obeyed him. Why don't you call the whole damn neighborhood to come and watch?

"Get those fingers moving faster now, Mrs Jones," Albie went on as she came closer. "Let's see 'em really whizzing in and out of you." He reached down and squeezed his crotch. "God, that looks good! I can't wait to get you up there and start fucking you again." He reached around and punched the elevator button. "Don't you slow down, Mrs Jones. You keep pussy pumping at full power while we're waiting."

"Yeah, Mrs Jones," said Joey. "Keep diddling that nice bald fuck hole. And spread those cunt lips wider. I can't see enough pink."

She stood trembling in front of both boys, legs bent and labia obscenely spread, and sliding her fingers in and out of herself as fast as she could, while they waited for the elevator. Oh God, she thought hopelessly, what next can they possibly...?

Then the unmistakable sound of an approaching car made her freeze in mid stroke. "Oh my God," she gasped, staring panic-stricken over her shoulder - "someone's coming! And there's... there's nowhere to hide! Oh God - what am I going to DO?"

As she stood there frozen with fear, Albie grabbed her and spun her round with her back to the elevator doors. "You just stand right there, Mrs Jones," he said quickly. "Now c'mere, Joey - stand right here beside me in front of her. That's it!" Then he smiled at her. "Now as long as we stand here and you stand there, whoever's coming won't be able to see anything except your head and shoulders. Isn't that great?"

"Oh God," she whispered fearfully, her whole body trembling as the car headlights fell on them. "He must be able to see I'm naked - he must! Oh God!"

"Keep your eyes down, Mrs Jones," Albie hissed. "Don't stare at him like a trapped rabbit! Whatcha want him to think, for God's sake?"

The car drove slowly into the carpark and parked in the far corner. "Mrs Jones," murmured Joey maliciously, "you stopped pumping your pussy."

"Joey, for God's sake," she whispered, horrified - "he'll be here any minute!"

He smiled at her. "Better start again, Mrs Jones. Or I'll just step aside and let him see you."

The driver was getting out of his car now. "Oh God, Joey - please!"

"Like Albie says, Mrs Jones: count of three." He paused. "One......"

The driver was walking towards them, his footsteps echoing across the carpark. "Joey - PLEASE!"

"Two......"

"Oh God!" She brought her hand unwillingly to her vagina again, staring terrified over their shoulders and moving to keep as much of her body shielded behind them as she could. "Oh God, oh God, oh God...!"

She had just slid her fingers slowly inside herself again when the elevator bell rang behind her and the doors swished open. "You walk backwards, Mrs Jones," Albie murmured, "and we'll walk forwards. Everybody stay together now."

Thank God, she thought with desperate gratitude as she stepped quickly backwards into the elevator. Then over the boys' shoulders she saw the man break into a run to try to catch them. "Get in!" she gasped, frantically tugging at them. "For God's sake, hurry!"

She leapt desperately to one side of the open doors to hide her nakedness and punched wildly at the Door Close button. "Hey," the man shouted, "hold that elevator, will you?" She heard his frustrated "Damnation!" just before the doors slammed shut and the elevator lurched upwards.

She slumped against the wall of the elevator, trembling uncontrollably. "Oh my God," she moaned, closing her eyes. Her breathing finally started to slow as she huddled there. "Oh God," she said again.

"You gonna thank me, Mrs Jones?" It was Albie's voice.

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Thank you, you little bastard, she thought incredulously. She took a deep breath and tried to control her trembling. What the hell for? For taking my clothes away in a movie theater and making me give you both oral sex? For letting a stranger rape me in a porn store? For almost getting me gang raped by a carful of teenagers? Or for making me stand naked and abusing myself in a public carpark? Which one should I thank you for most? She squeezed her eyes even tighter shut and huddled against the wall.

His hand found her hair and her eyes came open again. "I asked you a question, Mrs Jones. Aren't you gonna thank me?" When she just looked at him silently, her lip trembling, he went on impatiently: "Listen, Mrs Jones, nothing bad happened to you. Except for one old guy in a video store. And he only gave you one short fuck, for God's sake." He tightened his fingers in her hair. "You didn't get caught in the theater. You didn't get caught by those kids in the car. No one else saw you driving home naked. And now I've just saved you from being seen by that guy down in the carpark. So are you grateful, or what?"

Oh yes, she thought bitterly, the gratitude's really pouring out of me. Can't you see it?

His eyes narrowed. "I don't think I like your attitude, Mrs Jones. I don't think I like that look on your face." He reached out towards the elevator buttons with his other hand. "Maybe if we take you back down to the carpark and jog you round it twenty or thirty times bare ass naked you'll see things a little bit different."

"Oh God, NO!" She grabbed frantically at his wrist. "Oh God, Albert, I'm really, really grateful. Oh thank you, Albert, thank you so much for saving me. Oh thank you, thank you, thank you - I'm so grateful, really I am, I..."

His fingers tightened in her hair. "Whatcha gonna do to show me how grateful you are?"

"Anything, Albert, oh God - anything! Oh God - anything you want. Just please, please, please don't take me back down to that carpark like this, I..."

He released her hair. "You gonna open your cunt for me?"

"Oh God, yes!" She quickly slid her feet apart and reached down urgently to her crotch, spreading her labia open as wide as she could with shaking fingers. "See, Albert?" she gabbled. "It's open. It's open just for you!"

"You gonna fuck for me?"

"Oh yes, Albert - yes, yes, yes!" She stumbled forwards, still keeping her feet apart and her fingers at her crotch, and started frantically rubbing her wide open labia against the front of his jeans. "I'll fuck for you, Albert, I promise I will! I'll fuck, I'll fuck, I'll fuck!..."

"What a slut!" said Joey from behind her, as the elevator started slowing down. "God, buddy, she's unbelievable!"

"Yeah," said Albie, grabbing her bare buttocks with both hands and pulling her hips hard in against his own. "All she needs is the right motivation." He pursed his lips. "Gimme a kiss, slut."

She let out a whimper of despair, her face scarlet with humiliation, and pressed her lips against his. "Mmmmmmm!" he moaned as her tongue started probing his open mouth. His hands pulled against her buttocks, forcing her open vagina even harder against the bulge in the front of his jeans. "Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!..."

Then the elevator bell rang and the doors swished open at their floor. Albie dragged his mouth away from hers. "Hold the doors open, buddy," he said quickly to Joey. "Keep the elevator on this floor. She said she'll fuck, and now I wanna see if she'll keep her promise." He moved backwards, still holding her hard in against him, until his back was against the wall of the elevator. Then he cupped her face in his hands and looked at her, his expression hard. "OK, Mrs Jones, you said you were gonna fuck. So unzip my jeans, pull out my dick, stick your cunt over it and fuck."

"Oh God!" Her eyes rolled fearfully towards the open doors of the elevator and then back to his face. "A...Albert, please could we go to the apartment first? I'll f...fuck you as much as you want if we could just go there first. Please!"

His face stayed hard. "This is where you said it, Mrs Jones. So this is where you're gonna do it. And fucking get on with it. You've made my dick so fucking hard it feels like it's gonna bust."

"Yeah, Mrs Jones." Joey stood holding down the Door Open button with his thumb. "Let's see some nice elevator humping." His other hand went down to his groin and squeezed. "Let's see that bare butt of yours doing the fuck tango."

Oh God, she thought despairingly. Sex in an elevator with the doors open! What next - dear God, what next? With one more fearful glance at the open doors she reached down with shaking fingers and pulled Albie's zipper open, then started groping inside his clothing for his erect penis.

"Ohhhhhh!" Albie gasped. "I'll cream in my fucking pants if you don't hurry up! Oh God!"

She finally wrested his swollen organ free of his underpants and positioned herself in front of him. Her feet were still wide apart, making her crotch lower than his, and she strained up on tiptoe in her shoes to get her vagina up over his erection. Her unwilling self-manipulations had left her wet, and she slid down his stiff shaft with hardly any effort. "Oh God!" he gasped again, grabbing frantically for her bare buttocks once more. "Fuck me, you bitch - fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeee!..."

Can't you keep your voice down, she thought desperately, as she began moving herself against him. Anyone out in the hallways is going to hear the noise. Oh God!

"Listen, pal," said Joey suddenly, "do me a favor, willya? Seeing I'm stuck here with my thumb on this button, lemme have some entertainment. Take your hands off her ass so I can watch that bare butt of hers doing the tango."

"OK, buddy," Albie panted, releasing her buttocks and groping urgently for her breasts. "But only if she... ohhhhhh! ...fucks me real good without any help."

"You heard him, Mrs Jones," said Joey happily. "Fuck him real good. Get that bare butt of yours into gear. C'mon now - in... out... in... out... in... out..." His free hand tightened on his own crotch. "Yeah, that's it," he breathed. "God, that looks good!"

"Speed her up, buddy," gasped Albie, digging his fingers deep into her breasts. "I... aaaaaahhhh!... aaaaaahhhh!... aaaaaahhhh!... I need a... faster fuck!"

Joey grinned. "OK, Mrs Jones - like the man said, fuck him faster! C'mon - in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out... Yaaaaay - you're going great!" He squeezed his crotch again and giggled. "You oughta see her bare bouncing butt from here, buddy. She's just a natural slut!"

Her face burned with humiliation. She could feel her legs trembling as she strained to stay on tiptoe in front of him and still keep pumping herself up and down his erection as fast as she could. How much longer, she thought desperately, as she felt perspiration beginning to break out all over her. For God's sake, you little bastard - how much LONGER...?

"Oh fuuuuuuck!" Albie howled, clawing frantically at her bare breasts, "that feels fucking fantastic!... Aaaaaaahhh!... Oh God - go faster, go FASTER!!"

"Go, Mrs Jones!" Joey shouted. "Top speed! In-out-in-out-in-out-in-out-in-out-in-out-in-out-in-out-in-out... Oh fuck - look at her go! Superwoman lives!"

"Oh yessssss!" Albie screamed. "Here I fucking commmmmme!... Oh Godddddd!... Aaaaaaahhhhhh!... Aaaaaaahhhhhh!... Aaaaaaahhhhhh!... Aaaaaaahhhhhh!... Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!"

Thank God, she thought with desperate gratitude as she felt his semen start flooding out inside her. For God's sake just get finished and get inside the apartment before someone HEARS US! Oh GOD!

He sagged forward onto her, still panting heavily, and wrapped his arms tightly around her naked body. "Ohhhhhh God!" he gasped, shuddering against her. "Now I know why they call them knee tremblers... Ohhhhhh shit!..."

She could feel her knees beginning to buckle under his weight as he clung to her. "Albert," she said desperately, "please can we go to the apartment now. Please, before someone comes. Please, Albert!"

"Oh God!" He reached out one arm and propped himself up shakily against the wall of the elevator. His rapidly softening penis slipped slowly out of her as he straightened up. "Oh God," he gasped again, "I can hardly fucking stand up..."

She peered fearfully out through the open doors of the elevator. "Albert," she begged again, "please let's get inside to the apartment. Please!" Her legs were shaking as she stood there, and she could feel his semen starting to trickle out of her vagina.

He looked at her as his breathing started to slow down. "You... you still got some unfinished business, Mrs Jones." He gestured towards his crotch. "I'm not gonna shove a cummy dick like that back inside my jeans. It'll make them dirty."

She looked at him helplessly. "I... I don't have a cloth or anything, I..."

"You got a mouth, haven't you?"

Oh God, she thought hopelessly - what other excuses will you find to keep me out here naked in public, you little bastard? She let out a defeated sigh and sank to her knees obediently in front of him.

"Ahhhhhh!..." he sighed as her mouth found his still-shrinking penis. "Yeahhhhhh - suck it, bitch. Oh yeahhhhhh..."

She kept sucking and licking and swallowing, shuddering as she did so, until the taste of semen had gone. Then with trembling fingers she carefully eased his flaccid penis back inside his clothing and slowly pulled up his zipper. Then she looked up into his face. "Please, Albert," she begged, as she knelt there on the floor in front of him, "I've done everything you told me to. Please let me go to the apartment now. Please."

He gave a tired sigh. "Well," he said slowly, "I guess you've been a good little slut, Mrs Jones. I guess we oughta let you in the door now."

"Just a sec, buddy." It was Joey's voice. "She hasn't finished cleaning up. Look at that cum down there on the floor."

Her heart sank. You damned little bastard, she thought in angry despair. Why do you ALWAYS have to be the one who...?

"Yeah, Mrs Jones," said Albie wearily, "he's right. Lick up your mess, will you?"

She gritted her teeth. "Yes, Albert," she muttered. She glanced quickly across at Joey's feet as she got back down on the floor, not daring to raise her eyes. You rotten little monster, she thought again.

"Mrs Jones," Joey called to her as she lowered her face unwillingly to the floor, "point your butt over this way while you're licking, and spread your knees apart. Lemme look right up that wet slut cunt of yours. I'm still stuck here with my thumb on this button, and I need more entertainment."

Oh you filthy little pervert, she thought hopelessly. If you can see right up my... my... oh God!... then what'll anybody who comes past be able to see? She felt her face burning again as she shuffled slowly around into the position he'd ordered and slid her knees apart. Then with a shiver of disgust she stuck out her tongue and began slowly licking up the spilt semen. She could feel grit on her tongue, and her crotch suddenly felt very cold and vulnerable.

"Hey, Albie." It was Joey's voice again. "Come around this end of her and enjoy the view. It looks great, specially when she wiggles around. Sluttiest looking cleaner I've ever seen."

She felt her face getting even hotter. She clenched her fists and forced herself to lick up the last of the semen. There you are, damn you, she thought with a final shudder, pushing herself wearily up onto her hands and knees. Now can we please go to the apartment?

"Hey, buddy," whispered Joey from behind her - "you see the way your cum's leaking out of her cunt? Now she's got another puddle between her knees. Are you gonna tell her, or will I?"

"Mrs Jones..." Albie began aloud.

"Oh God!" she said desperately. She struggled to her knees and looked down at the wetness on the floor between them. "Oh God!" she said again. She threw herself away from the puddle and turned to face them, quickly clamping her thighs hard together to stop herself from leaking. "A...Albert, please," she said imploringly, "I... I'm stark naked. If you're going to... to fill me up with all of your stuff, then I don't have any clothes to... to catch it. So I'll just keep on..."

"Listen, Mrs Jones." He still sounded tired. "I told you about that before. You use the right words when you talk to me."

Her face flamed. "Oh God," she said, pressing her thighs together even harder. "Oh God, I..." She swallowed, then took a deep, shaky breath and continued, almost inaudibly, with her head hanging and her eyes closed and her cheeks crimson. "Albert, I... I'm bare ass naked. If... if you're going to... oh God!... to fill up my cunt with all your cum, then I don't have any clothes to catch your... your cum when it leaks out of my cunt. So I'll... I'll just keep dripping cum all over the floor all the time." She opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Please, Albert," she whimpered, "can't we please forget this and just go to the apartment? Please - I'm begging you."

"Nah," Joey broke in. "You gotta leave this elevator clean, Mrs Jones." He looked at Albie. "We gotta make her clean it all, right?"

"But I'll keep dripping!" she wailed despairingly.

"So put your hand over your cunt, Mrs Jones," Joey said impatiently, "and stop the cum from leaking out. Where do you keep your brains, for fuck's sake - between your fucking legs?"

Her face burned even hotter. She looked up at him, trembling with shame, and then slid one hand down to her groin and forced it slowly between her thighs, cupping her pubes with her fingers. Oh God, she thought hopelessly - not even the lowest whore...

"Get on with it, Mrs Jones," said Albie. "Get down and finish licking, so we can all go home."

She shuffled resignedly back into position, hand still clamped hard over her pubes, and bent down towards the puddle of semen. Just do it, she told herself hopelessly. Otherwise these little bastards'll keep you out here all night. She could feel fresh grit on her tongue as she licked, and she shuddered again.

"You missed a spot, Mrs Jones," said Joey. He pointed. "And another one. God - that old slut cunt of yours sure is sloppy."

Finally they were satisfied. She got wearily to her feet and peered apprehensively out into the hallway. Oh God, she thought despairingly, please don't let anyone come. Please! Then she followed them both to the door of Albie's apartment, with one trembling hand still clamped hard over her vagina.

Joey stood staring at her while Albie unlocked the door. "Look at her, buddy," he said suddenly. "Muddy feet, dirty tits, dirty belly, one hand over her cunt. And cum dribbling out between her fingers. Is she a slut or what?"

Heat flooded her cheeks again, and she averted her face, closing her eyes in pain. I'm what you've made me, she thought hopelessly. Don't you like what I've become? It's all your own work. She tightened her hand over her vagina and followed them wordlessly into the apartment.

"Well, pal," said Albie, gesturing carelessly in her direction, "she's all yours. Go fuck her."

"Hell," said Joey with feeling, "and it's about fucking time, buddy. It's been a hellava long time since my last blow job, too. And I had to just stand there and watch that bare butt of hers bobbing in and out while she fucked you." He stood looking at her, and then grimaced. "But I want her cleaned up before I shove my dick up her cunt."

"Yeah," said Albie reflectively, "she's pretty damn filthy, isn't she?" Then he smiled. "But her cunt still felt like it always does - fucking good." He turned away towards the sofa. "I'm gonna go sit down and look through those videos we borrowed. That oughta start getting me hard again."

Joey was still looking at her. "Well, don't just stand there with your hand over your cunt, Mrs Jones," he said impatiently. "Go take a shower. And don't take all fucking night, 'cause I need a fuck real bad. I want you on Albie's bed in five minutes with your legs open."

She turned wearily away, her head bowed. Five whole minutes under the shower, is it, she thought bitterly. That's all the respite I get before the next rape? She gave a despairing sigh. I guess I should be thankful for small mercies. She stumbled slowly into the bathroom and stepped dispiritedly into the shower alcove.

She found herself clinging to her brief time of refuge under the shower, savoring it. No rapes in here, she thought almost unbelievingly as she stood there. No humiliation. God, this is wonderful! She had just finished washing her breasts and stomach and was slowly soaping her groin when she thought she heard the sound of someone else in the bathroom. "Who's there?" she called apprehensively.

Suddenly the door of the shower alcove was flung back. Joey stood there naked, his penis erect and his face furious. "Too fucking long, Mrs Jones!" he shouted and flung himself onto her.

"No!" she gasped as he pushed her against the wall. "No!" she cried as his knees forced her thighs roughly apart and his penis stabbed at her open vagina. "Oh God - noooooo!" she wailed as he thrust himself violently into her. "Not here. Not yet! Pleeeeeease!"

"Fucking bitch!" he howled as he pistoned himself wildly in and out of her. "Thought you could... aaaaaahhh!... aaaaaaahhh!... aaaaaahhh!... keep me waiting all fucking night, did you?" The soapy water squelched up inside her vagina as his rigid organ thrust home again and again. "I'll teach you... aaaaaahhh!... aaaaaahhh!... to fuck around with meeeeeee!... Aaaaaaahhhhhh!... Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!... Aaaaaaahhhhhh fuuuuuuckkk!..."

He sagged against her under the running water, panting violently. "Fucking bitch!..." he gasped again, as their knees gave way and they both slid down the wet wall and onto the floor. "Schoolteacher bitch!... Fucking teach you...!" And then before she could register what was happening he was gone.

She lay huddled on the floor of the shower alcove, with the water still pouring down on her. Oh God, she screamed in her mind, aren't I safe even in the shower? Where are you little bastards going to rape me next? She looked hopelessly up at the ceiling through the cascading water. Are you up there, God, she thought in utter despair. Can you hear me? If I have to endure even one more rape tonight I'll go insane. I swear it, God - I'll go completely insane!

Suddenly an arm reached through above her and turned off the water. Albie stood looking down at her, his flaccid penis dangling in front of his naked thighs. He nudged her roughly with one bare foot. "Don't just lie there sleeping, Mrs Jones," he said. "It's after 2 a.m., and we've got a hellava lot more fucks to fit in before the morning."


To be continued in Part 4...


    

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