by Nicola Diaz
Public Humiliation Vol 2
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Individuals on the cover are models and are used for illustrative purposes only.
Authors note: All character in this story are 18 years of age and older. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to real live name or events are purely coincidental.
Be aware: This story is written for, and should only be enjoyed by, ADULTS. It includes explicit descriptions of intense sexual activity between consenting adults. Said activities include, but are not limited to Menage, BDSM Domination, double and triple penetration, aggressive male men ganging up on untouched and horny women, non-stop pounding by MANY MANY MEN and more …….
Note that this work of fiction resembles a fantasy world, all events taking place are a result of a role play amongst all parties and all parties are fully consenting adults.
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Stretch Me!
My heart pounds against my chest, my clothes ripped for the world to see
I thought I was smart, I thought I had the upper had.
Thousands of men below, staring up at me, aroused and hungry.
I stole and set myself up for punishment.
The gang had sent their message loud and clear.
Crime will be handled in own way.
They’ve shocked my flesh with electric current and cuffed my ankle and wrists.
I deserve this, I pushed them…….
…...I wanted them to hurt me and I pushed them further than I should have…….
Stripped, suspended and surrounded by hard men, my heart continues to thump while my thighs starts to feel wet……
Dominate Me!
My name is Tiffany and I am scared.
I thought I could get away stealing from him the second time but he caught me.
Caught red-handed, the wealthy stranger gripped my wrists as he gave me three options to serve as punishment for my crime.
I immediately refused Option 1 and Option 2 and blindly took Option 3 by default..
I now stand here blindfolded and handcuffed.
His cologne clouds my senses as he whispers in my ear what is about to come.
He tells me that everything will be fine but I don’t trust him.
I hear him strike a match, the flame screaming as he brings the torch closer to my skin.
I stand naked in his mansion, my innocence and purity at his mercy.
I know I have to take it, I have to take it all.
He knows it too.
I feel the flame licking my chest moments before……
…...my grabs my innocence as his voice trickles down my ear…….
…...’You have no where to run!’
Enter Me!
Traveling alone was something I thought I would never get to do.
Yet, I find I am alone in this Greek Island and being dragged roughly across the sand.
The blindfold blocking my sight and the gag muffling my screams.
What would my husband say if he saw me.
I came here to escape my everyday boring life, the islands have a mysterious freedom about them, one that lets you forget your past.
I found a lamp last night laying on the sand, I rubbed it and made a wish.
I wished for my dirtiest fantasy, one that I am too scared to tell anyone.
I want to be dominated, taken and truly violated by a gang of virile Greek men.
Surrounding me, cornering me and taking my tender and vulnerable body….
…..to its extremes until I can’t handle it.
Maybe my one wish is about to come true…..
….maybe, just maybe the gang will ravish me and enter me in every way possible…….
….I hope my body is ready for this …….
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Stretch Me!
I stood against the fence-post, reading the headlines in the Friday morning Utopios Times. It was another dreary day and I raised my eyebrows when I saw the latest: New Crimes Treated with Greater Force by Task Force. I had been wondering when they were going to start a more stringent enforcement plan, and it looked like it was underway. Since Utopios had come under new leadership, the city was much more in tune with its policies for deterring crime. I sighed, then folded up the paper and walked toward the corner.
When I reached the Castille Café, I decided to go in and have an espresso. I still loved a good coffee drink, and I placed my order in the telepathic tube, a psychic contraption devised in the mind, and the barista who read my mind got the drink prepared behind the counter. I flicked a long strand of red hair behind my shoulder and then sat down, waiting for my drink. When I received the telepathic communication that my drink was at the end of the counter, I got up from my seat and paid the cashier. I carried my drink back to the table and then sat down, carefully unfolding the newspaper.
I scanned the Utopios sports section, which highlighted some of the events for the week, but then flipped to the classifieds in the back. I wanted to find a pet store that was accepting job applications. I knew that if she could get hired in one of the local stores, I could soon satiate my desires for more feline companionship. Many years ago, I had become preoccupied with stealing gold. I became a thief who climbs into a building to an upper story, and then steals whatever she can. It seemed a harmless diversion at the time, but over the years had grown
to become a rather ambitions endeavor on my part.
In the past, if I had gotten caught stealing from a residence, or from a small business, it was usually just a matter of letting the police read me their warning, and then smiling as they sent me on my way. I acquired quite a bit of money in this manner. Sometimes I would steal two or three coins from one house, and sometimes it would be only one. The thrill of opening someone’s door, of creeping into their home, and of snatching their money was thrilling and devious, and I couldn’t seem to put an end to my addiction.
Sitting down and sipping my espresso, I could gather a clear sense that the city was now reclaiming its power after the last leader, who we called the Dictate, was ousted in a mini-revolution of sorts. I wasn’t surprised that they were implementing a more stringent leadership, governed by the Task Force, and that they were concentrated on devising more effective methods for punishing criminals, such as myself. It gave me a little rise to see that the government was unhappy and that it wanted to try and take back some of its control.
I saw that Utopios Pet Supply was hiring for a part-time assistant, and I knew that if I could get hired, I’d be given access to the pet store after-hours, that I could come in any time and have access to raid the register. I’d be assigned my own key, my own power over the store, and this would grant me access that was otherwise unauthorized. I looked to see when they were open, and decided to visit over the next hour. I finished the rest of my espresso and then decided to walk to the store.
Once inside, I realized that the lighting was too bright, that the shelves too cramped, and the dogs too noisy. I was very particular about where I would accept employment, and I didn’t want to go through the drawn out process of job training, only to find out that the atmosphere hampered my creativity and dulled my senses. I decided, instead, to focus more intently on my burglaries. In the past, they were conducted, as I mentioned, more so out of pleasure than out of necessity. Yet now, I decided that it would be essential for me to steal them so that I could sell the various coins to the poor village on the outskirts of town. I knew that there were members of the Unix Society that would take them off my hands, and for a good price.
I tossed the newspaper in a wire waste-bin and then proceeded to walk to my flat which was in the neighborhood affectionately referred to as Fascista. I unlocked the door to my metal framed saucer-like contraption, and then walked quietly inside. All of the Fascista residents lived in what looked like flying saucers. They were oblong in shape, and large in diameter. They held a copious amount of furniture, but out of preference, I opted to move in with only a bed, a bookshelf, and a thought-crimes device. Simplicity seemed to be working out quite well for me at this time in my life.
After I had taken a quick shower, I changed into my favorite tight black dress and then strapped my silver backpack on my back. I pulled on my black bandana and then stepped into the night. I knew where I could find a few coins, as this family was known for being a collector. I wanted to get them inside my pack before it got too late.
If I could steal them and get them to the Unix Society before midnight, then I would probably still able to get home in time to watch Psychic Files X, my favorite real-time show about telepathic communication and unidentified flying objects.
“Giselle!” I looked over my shoulder when I locked the door and saw that one of my neighbors was waving me down. I ambled to her porch and saw that she was upset. “Have you heard about the latest move on behalf of the Task Force? They are enforcing laws much harder now, and they are getting more intense with their forms of punishment.” Annabelle looked at me with a concerned expression. She knew that I had a habit of stealing coins, although she was not privy to all of the details.
“Yes, Annabelle. I read the paper a few hours ago. Don’t worry about me.” I smiled and pulled my thick, red hair into a pony tail, then adjusted the straps on my pack. I wanted to tell her that I actually hoped to be caught, that I desired the cruel and unusual punishment that the Task Force promised to deliver when its criminals were snagged. Annabelle wouldn’t understand, so I simply smiled and then continued on my way.
For years, I had been attracted to BDSM and torture as forms of sexual expression. I felt that the lifestyle opened me up to a word that I never knew existed, and inspired in me a sense of excitement that I had never before experienced. The thought of being chained up, tied, bound, and tortured made me sexually excited, and it was only among a small circle of friends that I could ever explain these intense emotional and physical sensations.
I walked along, consumed with my thoughts, until I reached one of my first homes. It was a small, oblong saucer, but it was different in that it had long, red stripes on the side. It also had several levels, and I would need to climb to the top story. I knew that an elderly person lived inside, and it was the perfect condition for breaking in and stealing away their coins, if they had them. I carefully opened the back door, and could immediately hear someone snoring in one of the back rooms. I crept around the corner, and then stopped when I reached the doorway.
My heart lept when I saw a black cat curled up on the couch. I pet him once on the head, and then gingerly scanned the room for a coin box. Once I saw it, I opened it and dumped the contents inside my pack, and then tiptoed back toward the door. On my way out, I noticed one more coin box, and when I opened it saw that it was filled with various coins from all over the world. Surely, they would be worth a lot of money in the right hands. I looked over my shoulder, and then stepped out into the night. I had no idea that I was being watched.
I walked purposefully until I reached the large, barbed wire fence that separated the citizens of Utopios from the citizens of the Unix Society. I remembered when all of the houses were part of the same community, when we shared food and farms among one another. But all of that changed when the Task Force rose to power. Now, we were reverted back to segregation, to excluding each other from daily activities and from any sort of co-mingling. It was a daring move on my part to even approach their secluded fence, but I had a strong enough desire to be caught, so it made the task exciting.
I could hear voices inside one of the homes, and I chucked a rock up to see if I could gain someone’s attention. As soon as it plucked the window, a boy poked his head out and then smiled when he saw my face. We had done business once before, and he had been more than happy to send me on my way with a wad of cash in exchange for the rare coins. I knew that he would help me achieve my goal, and I returned the smile as soon as we locked eyes. “Coming down!” He motioned for me to wait, and then his face disappeared from the window.
As soon as he got to the fence, he smiled and then lifted up the passage way that was concealed by a boulder underneath. It was a secret tunnel that nobody else knew of, and it kept me safe when I needed to cross into the other zone. I took off the pack, and then handed the pack over to the boy. I was excited. The robbery had been a success, and it had satisfied my unfettered desire for deviance. Now, I’d get paid as a bonus. Just as I handed the pack over to the boy, I heard someone yell. “Stop in your tracks!” A large man wearing a striped navy uniform came barreling down the hill and toward the fence.
I froze in my tracks and was then handcuffed and dragged over the concrete ground, beyond the ridge that separated Utopios from the Unix Society, and then into a large, white Task Force Vehicle. Three men, also in navy blue uniforms, stood with their hands on their hips, waiting for my arrival. The man who dragged me into the vehicle then blindfolded me and slapped handcuffs around my wrists.
My cuffed hands were yanked over my head and clipped to a hook. My arms felt like they were being stretched to capacity, and my eyes welled with tears in pain as I realized that I was now being punished.
“You thought you could get away with it, didn’t you?”
One of the men laughed as he questioned me, and I could feel their stares, even under my blindfold. I heard the engine start, and I lowered my head, wondering where they were taking me.
; “I was only doing what makes me most happy.” I tried to be strong, so that they would understand that I had no fear, that I desired torture, and that I would be willing to submit to whatever devious sort of punishment they unfurled.
“I’ve been a thief for most of my life.” I shrugged and then one of the Task Force officers yanked the clip tighter above my head.
I could feel the skin around my armpits stretch, and I winced. He laughed and then someone in the vehicle lit a cigarette.
“You must not read the newspapers. We made it very clear in the latest edition that crime, especially crimes of robbery or of arson, would be handled with the highest level of deterring consequences.” One of the officers spoke as the vehicle bounced along the rocky roads that led out of the Unix Society border. I guessed that they were hauling me into the station in Utopios, but so far no one had alluded to our destination.