Rating
Part 12
*****
The lock to the restroom quietly turned and the door
silently opened. A short stocky woman in the navy-blue
uniform of the mall's security team cautiously remained
in the doorway. She had neatly cut very short blue-black
hair surrounding her square face with its no-nonsense
look. Only the twinkling brown eyes told of the humor
that existed within. Standing there, it was obvious that
the woman was someone who was used to being obeyed. On
the nametag over her prominent left breast was only a
single word, 'Valentine.'
Her stocky form moved with the grace of an athlete as she
lightly walked towards the center of the large empty
room.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE!?!?!," the woman
yelled. Yet there was no anger in her voice, only
amusement. The elderly janitor was a favorite of hers
and this was one of her assigned places for cleaning.
"Martha, you old coot, where are you?"
The room was silent, which was not surprising as the
Martha had forgotten to leave the door unlocked again and
no one was able to use it. Still, it always paid to be a
little cautious before deeming a place safe for the
public (bless them!). The woman carefully looked over
the silent room, impressed as always at how immaculate
the restroom was after Martha was finished with it.
She was about to turn and leave when a soft moan made her
stop.
"Hello?" she called loudly. "Is anyone here?"
Again a soft moan could be heard. There was something in
the intriguing voice which really got to her. It wasn't
the voice of someone in trouble. It was a feminine, even
sexual sound. Regardless of what it was, she had to
check on it to make sure that someone was not actually in
trouble. She turned and started walking silently on her
heavy rubber-soled shoes towards the far stall where the
sounds were coming from. It was when she saw the bare
legs and feet under the closed door that she broke into a
heavy run.
She stopped directly in front of the stall, took a quick
breath to calm herself in preparation for whatever horror
which might lie within, and pulled open the door.
It was a naked woman!
"What the.?" she said. "Miss, are you all right?"
The naked woman was sitting bent over on the commode's
closed lid, her elbows on her knees, with her face hidden
in her hands. From what she could see of the woman's
back and sides, she was very pretty. Odd though. There
was something familiar about those very cute hips and the
heavy mane of now mussed golden hair. But it couldn't
be!
"Athena?? Is that you?"
Athena Valentine suddenly realized she was not alone.
She glanced up and was surprised to find herself looking
directly into the plain honest face of her favorite first
cousin, Sophie Valentine.
"Oh! Cousin Sophie!" Athena cried happily. Her nudity
forgotten, she stood and threw her arms around her
equally surprised cousin.
"Whoa! Easy there, Cousin,' said Sophie as she regained
her footing. Athena had almost pushed her completely off
her feet. "I'm happy to see you, too."
"W-what are you doing here?" said the now openly weeping
Athena as she tightly hugged the smaller woman.
"I was about to ask you the same question."
"Well, I was.I was."
"There, there, Cousin. It's okay, whatever it is. We
can fix it."
"What are you doing here, Sophie?"
"I work here, remember? Security? I run the Security
Department. Anyway, we've had reports from all over the
mall about some damn female streaker running around, and
the security cameras lost her in this wing. Then Martha
forgets to leave the restroom unlocked after cleaning and
here I am. But what are you doing here? And where's
Martha? Did you meet her? I can't believe the old coot
just left you in here. And where in hell are your
clothes?"
"I.I. Never mind. It's a long story. Could you get me
something to wear, please?"
"What about Martha? You must have seen her!"
Athena looked down at the floor and blushed a deep red.
Oh, God! How could she admit that it was her the old
woman saw! She looked up again but could not look her
inquisitive cousin in the eyes. "There.there was someone
cleaning, but I.I hid from whoever it was. They never
saw me."
"Sure, cousin. Uh, let me phone in. I'll be right back.
Oh, you had better wait in one of the stalls. Don't want
anyone calling the police."
Athena waited calmly in her old stall for Sophie to
return. She remembered how she and her older cousin had
spent some wonderful summers together. Sophie was always
dragging her away from her books and out into the world
for some innocent fun, until Sophie finished school and
joined a security firm, and Athena was left alone with
her books once again.
Athena was jerked from her memories when something long
flew over the door landed on the stall floor. It was a
raincoat!
"Oh! Sophie! You're a saint. Thank you! Thank you!"
"Yeah, yeah. Let's go already!"
The long semi-transparent black plastic raincoat covered
her completely from neck to ankles, and Athena felt
wonderful, even if it did feel strange on her bare skin.
She fastened every button, because after her long
enforced nudity she wanted to feel as protected as
possible.
She stepped out of the stall and looked shyly at her
cousin.
"Much better!" lied Sophie Valentine. Actually, she
preferred it when her beautiful cousin was naked, but
this would do. The thin smoky material of the raincoat
did nothing to hide the fact that Athena was completely
nude underneath, and in fact displayed the breath-taking
body underneath in considerable detail.
They left the restroom and entered the mall.
Blissfully unaware of the raincoat's shortcomings as a
covering, Athena walked the halls with supreme
confidence. The strange looks and quiet gasps from the
passing patrons bothered her not at all. She assumed
that they were reacting to was the presence of a Superior
Woman.
Yet it was all a lie. The reporter felt anything but
confident. She was disturbed, terribly disturbed by what
was happening within her. The subtle movements of her
nude body for once bothered her not at all. In fact, she
gloried in the guilty pleasure of her slightly bouncing
breasts, the feel of the cool mall air on her naked
pussy, the electric rubbing of her thighs. "Oh God!" she
thought horrified. "I'm turning myself on!"
She stopped and took a deep breath. What was happening
to her? She felt so strange. She could not ever
remember feeling this way before. In spite of her mind-
numbing fatigue, Athena's body was incredibly alive, and
bizarrely hungry for sensual pleasures. She had never
felt more ready for sex in her life. How could she be so
hungry, after all that had happened to her lately, she
had no idea. She felt so confused! She was burning up
inside and had no idea about how to put the fires out!
It was as if her encounter with the old cleaner had
pushed her across a secret threshold which existed deep
inside of her, and now she could barely control the
constant if strange cravings of her traitorous body. Her
heart was pounding wildly, her racing blood sang in her
ears, yet she was doing nothing more than walking with
her cousin.
Athena had the horrible feeling that if anyone made the
slightest gesture that they wanted her, Tara, Stephanie,
Trisha, even if it was old Martha the cleaning lady, at
their first touch she would immediately lay down, spread
her legs, and scream hysterically, "Take Me!! Take Me!!"
She couldn't go on like this. She would go mad! This
insanity must end. She must conquer herself, otherwise
she was lost! Today was supposed to be her day of
absolute victory. For once she was to be the one in
total control. It was only a high school full of
children. Yet here she was, freshly shaven (oh God!
Tara! Where was she?) and wearing only a borrowed
raincoat because she stupidly lost all of her clothes
again.
"I am not a slut," Athena muttered to herself as she
rubbed her thighs together without thinking. "I am not a
slut. I'm the one in control here. I am in control!"
"What did you say?"
"Er, nothing."
"Are you all right? You look a little flustered."
"I'm.I'm fine."
"I suppose you need a lift to your apartment."
"Yes, please. But first I must get my prom things."
"'Prom things'? You're kidding? Didn't you finish high
school some four years ago?"
"Yes, I did. Sophie, I'm with The Free Press now.
Actually, I'm.I'm on assignment for the paper, but no one
is suppose to know about it. Not the family, not anyone.
I'm.well, I'm undercover."
"Without cover is more like it! But what happened to
your clothes? Why are you naked in my mall?"
"I.I lost them. Look, it's.it's nothing to concern
yourself over. This happens to me all the time whenever
I'm on assignment."
"Those must be some assignments."
"OH!" gasped Athena. She jumped as Sophie, to lighten
her cousin's strange mood, playfully slapped her tender
right buttock. She had forgotten how physical Sophie
could become whenever they were together. Oh, God! She
almost collapsed at the wonderful feel of the woman's
hand on her behind!
"Sophie!" Athena pleaded weakly. "P-please be careful!
I'm a little sore there."
"Cousin, what have you been up to?" laughed Sophie as she
helpfully massaged the bruised area.
"Why?" Athena suddenly felt faint. Sophie's hand was
driving her crazy! Her bottom, now highly sensitized
after a full day of spanking and touching, felt like it
was glowing under her cousin's casual touch. It was all
she could think about. "W-what do you mean?" she finally
muttered, without the faintest idea of what they were
talking about.
Sophie looked at her relative in stunned disbelief. The
beautiful Athena normally squealed like a nervous
schoolgirl whenever she was touched. Now her hand was
all over that unbelievable ass, and Athena hardly voiced
a protest. Finding her at the mall, very naked, was odd
enough, but this was absolutely weird! Sophie looked at
her cousin in a new light. She had been trying to get
into her cute pants for years, but without success. In
fact, Sophie sometimes wondered if Athena was even been
aware of the various attempts she had made over the years
in trying to overcome her younger cousin's ironclad
virtue. Knowing the virtuous Athena as she did, the girl
probably did not even know that people were capably of
such sneaky behavior!
But now! My God! Athena was radiating what could only
be described as a 'fuck me' attitude. Her entire look,
her posture, everything, said, "Take me! My body is
yours!" What the hell had happened to her?
As they continued to stand in the wide store-lined hall,
Sophie looked with concern at Athena's large blue eyes,
normally sparkling with intelligence and humor, now dull
and vacant, showing only an insatiable longing. "Poor
kid," she thought. "I wonder what your day has been
like?"
But the hand on that perfect butt was now acting with a
mind of its own. It was not roaming over the firm curves
out of playfulness anymore. The now sweating hand wanted
her. Sophie was overwhelmed with need for this beautiful
woman beside her. Sophie wanted her, wanted her stunning
cousin so badly she could taste it. Although truly
worried about her relative, Sophie was keenly aware of
the fantastic nude body that was just underneath the thin
plastic, so ripe, so ready. What would happen if she
took advantage of a relative, her own first cousin, who
was in this condition? She was obviously not herself.
What could happen to her if she used this opportunity to
finally get at her? Burn in Hell? Lose her job? Cut
off from the family? Okay, it would be worth it!
And so Athena Valentine once again inadvertently caused
yet another woman to risk professional suicide over her!
Having made her decision, Sophie thought feverishly for
the quickest way to implement it. When the dazed Athena
unconsciously pushed her hips back onto the deadly hand,
Sophie almost shouted with joy! Now, everything suddenly
seemed possible. Sophie had no idea what was going on
with her beautiful cousin, but she knew there was nothing
on this Earth that would keep her from taking advantage
of this astonishing opportunity.
The mall around Athena suddenly began spinning. Her
behind was glowing from the wonderful touching. Her
tired clouded mind was no longer sure who was touching
her, she only knew that she wanted it to go on and on!
Sophie realized that people were beginning to stare more
and more at them. Damn! They needed to find someplace
private, and fast!
"Where are we going?" Sophie asked.
"W-what?"
"Athena, what store? Who has your prom things?"
"Prom? Uh, what prom?"
"Give me a break! The prom you are going to tonight!"
The increasingly bewildered Athena couldn't think of
anything but that glorious hand on her behind. Finally
her glazed eyes caught a colorful advertisement, a photo
of an exotic well-dressed young woman behind a glass
display case. Over the case was a store's name, a name
the sounded vaguely familiar to the dazed reporter. It
troubled her that she couldn't remember something so
simple, like what she was planning on doing tonight. The
hand continued its rubbing and she wanted to purr under
its touch. Purr.prom.plantation? That's it!
"Oh, that prom. I remember.it's.uh.it's the Bountiful
Plantation. That's the store. Bountiful Plantation."
"That figures. The most expensive place here. Come on,
cousin. Let's go."
Sophie Valentine, after joyfully giving Athena's left
buttock a final loving squeeze, moved her sturdy arm
around her cousin's slender waist and they started
quickly walking through the mall.
"Where.where are we going?"
"To get your things, of course," a wildly grinning Sophie
replied. "To get all of your things!"
"Oh," said a vaguely disappointed Athena. No one was
touching her behind any more. How sad.
*****
From behind the counter, the sales girl looked moodily at
the blank page on her sketchpad. She was alone, and had
been for some time. High prices and exotic designs had
all but guaranteed the Bountiful Plantation to be a place
not overly filled with customers. In fact, it was rare
to have more than one or two visitors in a single
evening. The store was really a place for custom
designs, each customer lovingly measured and fitted, but
the owners were off to an opera and Rebecca was left to
fend for herself tonight.
To while away the time, Rebecca had taken to drawing. At
first it was just quick sketches of her employers and
customers, but as time went on her drawings had become
increasingly erotic. Her characters were slowly becoming
engaged in the most astonishing of activities. Whenever
she got up the nerve to show her friends or employers the
sketches, they had been very supportive of her efforts,
and could not wait to see more. Some had even suggested
that she should publish them, but Rebecca was not at all
sure the world was ready for what could only be called
serious lesbian erotic art involving ordinary housewives
playing around. No way.
A soft tone sounded from under the counter. "Customer
time," she said.
Rebecca looked up from her sketchpad but her usual
friendly greeting died on her lips. Instead of a
customer coming through the door was the astonishing
sight of the stocky head of mall security guiding a
stunning young blonde who was wearing only a transparent
full-length raincoat directly towards her. Rebecca's
mouth suddenly went dry.
"Ahhh. Can I help you?" she finally managed to blurt out.
Sophie brought Athena to the front of the counter. "Hi,
Rebecca. You alone tonight?"
"Yes, Chief. It's "A Night At The Opera" for everyone
but me."
"Good. This is Miss Valentine, first name 'Athena'. She
should have a dress for pickup today."
"Yes, I have it here. It's a beautiful gown, with all
the."
"Okay! Enough already! We don't have time for a sales
pitch. Paid for?"
"Yes."
"Thank God for that," muttered Sophie. "Look, we need to
give it one last fitting."
"What? But she has already.!"
"Never mind about that. We want to try everything on one
last time."
"If you insist. The changing rooms are over there."
"I know where they are. Oh, Miss Valentine here had an
accident in the Food Court and needs something to wear.
Pick her out some stuff, will you, and put it on her
account. I'm sure you have her sizes around here
someplace."
"Yes, I can do that. Is everything all right, Chief?
You seem really edgy."
"Edgy?!? Who the fuck are you calling edgy?" Sophie
yelled. Her mind was filled with Athena. She didn't
have the time or patience for anything else! Sophie
grabbed the garment bag with one hand and her dazed
cousin in the other and stormed off to the changing rooms
while yelling over her right shoulder, "I AM NOT EDGY!!!"
"Never mind," Rebecca said smoothly to the departing
pair. She wondered what was it about the store that made
everyone who came into it completely insane.
*****
Sophie looked at the narrow corridor. There were three
louvered doors on each side, each painted a different
color. She quickly hustled Athena into the room on the
far right. Its walls and carpet were the same color as
the door, hot pink. It was a little small for what she
had in mind, but it would be sufficient. Sophie did not
want to risk damaging the expensive gown during the fun
to come, so she dashed out and hung up the bag in the
baby blue room across the hall.
Sophie returned and, with trembling hands, began to
unbutton her cousin's raincoat.
"Sophie?"
"Yes, Athena."
"What are you doing?"
"Getting you out of this raincoat. You look a
little.hot."
"Oh."
Carefully pulling aside the now unfastened panels, Sophie
openly drank in her cousin's golden body. She wanted to
sob, it was so tight, so tanned, so perfect, so hers!
The high-set tits with their bullet nipples (she's
excited, the dear), the well-toned torso with ribs shiny
with sweat, the flat tummy with its deep navel, the
lovely indented waist over that delicate hairless cunt
that looked very wet, the pert heart-shaped behind with
its delicious curves, sculptured legs that would make any
model proud, and finally shapely ankles and feet, all of
it topped by a mane of thick golden hair and a face to
die for with its large blue eyes, chiseled features, and
very kissable lips.
"Finally," Sophie whispered in awe as she pulled the
raincoat from her cousin's smooth shoulders and let it
drop to the floor. "Finally."
"Chief? Hey, Chief! Where the fuck are you? Come in,
will you? We gotta emergency! Over."
Sophie looked around in shock. What was that?
"Chief? Chief? For Christ's sake come in!"
She glanced down and finally noticed the noise was coming
from her radio! "I DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS!!!" she
raged to the ceiling.
"Chief? Are you there, Chief?"
Sophie Valentine, the consummate professional, took a
deep breath, gave her lush nude relative one last forlorn
look, and picked up her radio.
"WHAT?!?! And stop swearing over the net, dipshit!"
"Oh, sorry, Chief. But the security alarm just went off
in Ronald's Jewelry!!"
"Oh, shit! Contact everyone. Use the "Wild Things are
in the pool" code over the sound system, then make sure
911 has it."
"You think it's real this time?"
"How the Hell do I know? Just do it!"
"Roger that."
Sophie prepared to dash from the room, then remembered
her naked cousin. "Shit! Shit! Shit!"
She pulled thin nylon restrains from her utility belt,
then fastened Athena's wrists in front of her.
"What.? Oh! What's going on?"
"Sorry, cousin," Sophie said as she draped Athena's
wrists by the connecting strap over the room's clothes
hook located high up on the wall opposite the door.
Athena was so stretched she could only touch the carpeted
floor with the balls of her feet. "But this is for your
own good. Can't have you running around like that.
Might scare the civilians."
"But.but.!"
"Don't worry. You'll be safe here," Sophie said and ran
from the small changing room, slamming the door shut
behind her.
"But.but." sputtered Athena in utter bewilderment as she
looked over her shoulder for her departed cousin. "What
about me?"
"I'll be right back!" Sophie shouted as she charged down
the hall.
Entering the store, she raced towards the exit to the
mall. Going past the counter, Sophie yelled to the bored
salesgirl, "My friend will be using the changing room
until I get back, so stay out of there!"
"Yeah, sure."
Athena, totally bewildered, looked around the small empty
room. "Sophie? Sophie?" She listened to the quiet for
a moment, then said softly, "Help? Help??"
*****
Cassandra and Maggie stood before the entrance to
Bountiful Plantation.
"I don't remember seeing this place here before. Must be
new," said Cassandra.
"You think she's in there?" asked Maggie.
"Well, we've tried just about everywhere else in the
mall."
"She's your mother."
"It's not my fault we can't find her," complained
Cassandra.
"She must be somewhere. Don't you know the places she
likes to shop at?"
"Clothes. She loves shopping for clothes."
"There's a surprise. And guess what they sell here!"
"Clothes?"
"Very good."
"Looks kind of expensive, though."
"Even better. We're sure to find her now."
They entered the open front of the store and wandered
through the full racks, staring up at the fine clothes on
display.
"Wow. Look at this stuff," said Maggie.
"Pretty. Think we'll ever have dresses like these?"
"You kidding? We're made for this! Just need to fill
out a bit, that's all."
"I don't see her here," a worried Cassandra said.
"Don't get nervous. We'll find her. Hey, why don't we
try the changing rooms?"
"That's right. She might be there. Er, where are they?"
"The doorway with the curtain over it. That has to be
it."
"You sure?"
"What have we got to lose?"
"They get kind of excited when you go wandering into
those places without wanting to try something on."
"It's okay. The places is practically deserted. They'll
never know."
The two friends went over to the covered doorway, then
stopped directly in front.
"Maggie, you sure about this?"
"Cassandra! I'm sure! I'm sure!"
"What about the salesgirl?"
"She's doing something behind the counter. She doesn't
even know we're here."
"Okay, but if we get into trouble.!"
"We wont! We wont!"
Maggie pulled aside the curtain and walked in, followed
closely by Cassandra who quickly closed it again behind
her. They were in a narrow hall, along each wall of
which were three colored doors.
"Mrs. Marcus?" softly called Maggie.
"Mom?" softly called Cassandra.
"You take left, and I'll take right," said Maggie.
"Why should you get right?"
"What?!?!"
"Why should you get right? Why can't I get it?"
"You're kidding, right? Okay, okay. You take the
right!"
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Now can we find your mother?"
They worked their way quickly through the empty rooms.
Maggie was looking through a clothes bag she found in a
room of baby blue when a high-pitched "EEEEEEEEKKKK!!!!"
cut through her like a knife. She knew immediately that
something had scared Cassandra. The young girl's scream,
once heard, was never forgotten.
She dashed from the room to find Cassandra standing in
the doorway of the room opposite and excitedly pointing
at something on the wall.
"It's her! It's her!" Cassandra cried.
Maggie looked past her friend to see a naked woman
hanging from the wall. "What the fuck?"
Cassandra looked at Maggie friend in horror. "Oh, you
potty-mouth. You said the 'F' word."
"Cassandra! Now is not the time for that, okay? So, who
is she?"
"It's her! It's Tara's friend. It's Miss Whipped
Cream!"
"You're kidding!" Maggie carefully stepped closer to
have a look at the woman's face which was pressed against
the wall. "No, you aren't kidding either. My God! It
is her!"
"Told you! Told you!"
"Okay then, smarty pants. What's she doing here?"
"Her eyes are closed. Looks like she's sleeping."
"No, I mean what is she doing here?"
"I don't know. I just know who it is."
"Great."
"Beautiful, isn't she?"
"Yes, she is. She is very beautiful. Nice tan, too."
"But with a tan like that why should her.ah.her bottom be
kind of red?"
"I don't know. More of a light pink, really, but still
you could be right. Sunburn?"
"Just on her bottom?"
"Rash?"
"Eeeewwwww!"
"Okay, forget the rash."
"Maybe it's sore?"
"What? A sore bottom? Oh, come on."
"No, really. What if it's just a little sore."
"Cassandra! How could she get a sore bottom?"
"Well, maybe like this." Cassandra rushed behind the
helpless reporter, swung her opened right hand against
Athena's firm left buttock (Smack!), and jumped back.
"Wow! Did you see that?" gasped Maggie. "How it shook?"
"Cool," said a grinning Cassandra. "I think she jumped a
little."
"Uh-oh. You thinks she's awake?"
"No way. She would have said something."
"Let me check. Nope. Eyes are still closed. Must be
asleep."
"There's one way to find out."
Smack!
"Hey, it was my turn next."
"Sorry, Maggie."
"Besides, you're not doing it right. Should be like
this."
Smack! Smack!
"Cheater!"
"Who went out of turn?"
"Who did it twice?"
"Look, Cassandra. There's one for each of us."
"Okay, that's fair."
"You take the right and I'll take the left."
"Why should I."
"Just pick one, okay? I'll take the other one."
"Thank you."
"F-word!"
"What?"
"Never mind. Ready?"
"What's the goal?"
"What?"
"What's the goal?"
"Cassandra!"
"What's the goal?"
"Who ever reaches 20 first, wins. Happy?"
"Thank you."
"S-word!!"
"Oh, you said."
"Ready? On your mark, get set, GO!"
Athena's tender buttocks were suddenly assaulted by a
fusillade of hands! "OH!!"
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Ever since she heard the little girls' voices in the
hallway she had pretended to be asleep. The last thing
she wanted was to meet those two again, considering what
happened when they had met before at Tara's. It was only
because of Tara's mother that she managed to escape them!
Oh God! Now they were attacking her again!
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Stop it! Stop it!" she cried, unable to keep quiet any
longer. Athena twisted frantically but was unable to
protect her poor behind.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Unable to take it any longer, Athena Valentine hung
limply from the clothes hook and started to cry.
"Whaaa!" she wailed, tears rolling down her cheeks, her
buttocks burning. Why was everyone always picking on
her? "Whaaa!"
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Whaaaaa! <sob> Whaaaaa!" Athena was devastated. It was
so humiliating, being reduced to helpless tears by these
children. Yet she was feeling so excited right now!
Each smack was causing her breasts to move against the
wall, dragging her erect nipples across the dimpled
surface. It was lovely! And her pussy! Her pussy was
so tingly, so ready! Why did she want to cum in the
worst way? What was the matter with her?
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Abruptly, the spanking of Athena Valentine stopped. The
only sounds were the satisfied panting from the little
girls, and the quiet sobbing of Athena.
"Ha!" cried a triumphant Cassandra. "I'm first!"
"You are not," said Maggie. "I reached 20 long before
you did."
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"I was just waiting for you to catch up, slow poke."
"Were not!"
"Were too!"
"Were."
"What is going on here?"
"Oh, hi Mom."
"Hi, Mrs. Marcus."
"What are you two up to now?"
"Nothing," both girls blurted.
"The girl out front said she heard crying."
"Crying? What crying?" asked Cassandra.
"No crying here," stated Maggie.
"I think you two had better wait for me by the counter."
"Yes, Mom."
"Yes, Mrs. Marcus."
"And don't wander!"
"See," said Cassandra with a great deal of satisfaction
as they left the room. "I told you we'd get into
trouble."
"Oh, shut up!" replied Maggie.
*****
"Now, what do we have here?" Mrs. Marcus murmured. She
carefully inspected the dangling Athena from left and
right, top to bottom. "Oh, my! It is you."
Realizing that her small tormentors were gone, Athena
turned her head to see who else was in the room with her.
Thank God! It was Tara's mother!
"Mrs. Marcus! Thank God! It's you. Please get me down
from here."
"Whoever did this really did an excellent job. You can't
get down at all, can you? No, I can see that you can't.
How lovely."
"My.my cousin is head of mall security. It was her."
"My compliments to your cousin."
"Please! Please get me down from here. My arms are so
tired and. Oh my God! Mrs. Marcus! You're undressing!"
"Of course I am. I have some ointment that will take the
sting out of your.bottom. And I don't want to get any
on me."
"Oh, of course not. Thank you, but there really is no
need for you to go to such trouble. If you could just."
"Nonsense. If those girls had any fun with you, then it
is up to me to make it right."
"But there really is no need.[SMACK!] OW!!"
"You see, darling, it does sting, doesn't it?"
"Oww! Yes it does!"
"Do you want it to sting any more?"
"NO! Please, no more stings!"
"All right then. Now just close your eyes, be quiet, and
let me work."
Athena did as she was told. She heard the rustle of
clothing, then the sound of a plastic shopping bag being
opened, followed by the opening of various boxes and the
occasional small metal click of what sounded like a
fastener, all the while accompanied by a very contented
humming. She felt so strange hanging like this, very
naked and helpless, in front of Tara's mother. At least
it was Mrs. Marcus, a responsible adult, and not someone
like her terrible daughters who might take advantage of
her.
"Oh!" gasped Athena when she felt something cool being
applied onto the wounded flesh of her right buttock.
"You know, one thing I like about this mall is all of the
specialty shops so discretely tucked away. There is one
in particular that I truly like. It has such interesting
things. You're lucky, because I've just come from
there."
The cool substance continued to spread over the firm
curved surface, and Athena could feel its healing effects
almost immediately. The terrible embarrassment at having
someone touch her naked behind quickly vanished as the
soothing cream did its work. It felt wonderful. All of
the pain and burning were disappearing as if they had
never been.
"Oh, thank you, Mrs. Marcus," Athena gushed as she stuck
out her behind to make it easier for the woman. "That
feels wonderful."
"You are welcome, honey."
Athena welcomed the cream as it covered her entire
behind, only squirming when Mrs. Marcus insisted on
applying it between her ass cheeks and even heavily over
her puckered anus.
"You never know when it might come in handy," a confused
Athena heard her explain.
And naturally, having done that, the woman insisted on
continuing to apply the soothing cream right between her
legs and onto her feverish pussy.
"Oh, my!" gasped the shocked Athena at the unexpected
touch. "Are you.[a-ha].sure you.[ohmyGod].should be
putting it.there?"
"Why ever not? You know, this cream has many properties,
some of which may surprise you," Mrs. Marcus casually
explained as her gooey fingers explored every exquisite
detail of Athena Valentine's unprotected shaven sex.
"Ooooohhhhh," Athena moaned helplessly as the
knowledgeable fingers teased and probed, teased and
probed. After five minutes she had been transformed into
a limp rag, lost to everything except what was happening
between her legs. Her blood was racing through her
wildly beating heat, her clouded mind only asking for
more. At first the reporter had worried at her sudden
loss of control because of some innocent touching in the
application of a first-aid cream, but that had quickly
passed. Athena was now living only for the moment.
Mrs. Marcus slyly sought out the tiny erect clit. Gently
she moved the hood back and delicately pinched it between
thumb and forefinger. She immediately felt the girl
stiffen and copious amounts of hot girl-cum began to
pulse onto her hand.
"AAHHHH," cried Athena as the sudden climax washed
through her.
"Oops," said a smiling Mrs. Marcus. "I'm sorry honey.
My mistake."
Mrs. Marcus inspected her prey very carefully. She saw
with approval the eyes dull with lust, felt how the rock-
hard nipples pressed painfully against the wall, noted
the ragged breath, the dripping cunt, the sweaty
features. The girl was ready.
"Honey, one of the things I forgot to mention was that
this cream has a special property, actually there are
several, but this particular property is absorbed through
the skin and acts as, how to say this, as an accelerator
for certain sensations and emotions. You are probably
feeling it now."
"Mmmmmmm," groaned Athena happily as Mrs. Marcus slipped
her hand in and out of the clasping, well-lubricated
cunt. Her entire body was madly tingling!
"Oh, something else this cream does. It also acts as a
lubricant!"
Mrs. Marcus guided the strap-on between the golden
buttocks, placing the soft head firmly on the vulnerable
rosebud nesting between them. Holding Athena's hips in
place with her hands, Mrs. Marcus carefully moved her own
hips forward.
"UUUUuhhhhhh!!!" groaned Athena as she felt a mysterious
intrusion in her ass. A single ping of pain and
something easily slipped past her anus and continued
into her. Her burning body clasped at the intruder
eagerly even as her dulled mind tried to understand what
was happening to her.
Mrs. Marcus gave the girl a few moments to become
accustomed to the dildo, then began working the soft
rubber smoothly back and forth in short movements.
She was in heaven! Rapture! How she loved to fuck these
proud schoolgirls in the ass! It was what she lived for.
As the internal resistance lessened, the woman's stokes
became longer until the entire length of the dildo was
disappearing between Athena's quivering ass cheeks.
Athena's shattered mind was lost to the fucking she was
receiving. The cream worked its insidious magic on her
already receptive body and she become white-hot in her
passion. Need was all she knew now, a dangerous all-
powerful need that had to be fulfilled or she would die!
Her left hand began to squeeze her right breast, to pull
and twist the tormented nipple until she was ready to
scream. Her right hand dived between her legs, to start
rubbing furiously the sopping cunt.
*****
Rebecca watched in stunned amazement on the small
security monitors located below the counter. Normally
she allow patrons their privacy by keeping the monitors
off, especially those connected to the dressing rooms,
knowing that it was all being saved to tape anyway.
However, when the two little girls wandered into the
store she had turned all the monitors on. No telling
what those kids were up to.
Her jaw dropped when she saw the naked Athena Valentine
hanging from a hook in the Pink Room. It was the sexiest
thing she had ever seen! She couldn't take her eyes off
it.
It was when the other woman arrived that, totally
fascinated, she began to sketch on her pad the scene
being played out before her.
*****
Athena began to cum. In her current state she hardly
noticed at first.
When she saw the tormented senior stiffen, Mrs. Marcus
smiled grimly. It only caused her to renew her efforts.
She wanted to dive this haughty bitch who had given her
darling Tara such a hard time at school into the ground.
Athena's buttocks shook as the angry mother slammed her
mercilessly from behind.
The climaxes began to run together, one after the other.
Athena's mind, what was left of it, snapped and she
screamed! She dropped her hands to her sides, unable to
continue. But her tormentor from behind was more than
ready to continue! Her hips slammed repeatedly into
Athena's ass with, to Mrs. Marcus, a very satisfying
slapping sound.
Once again Athena screamed. It was an animal sound of
pure satisfaction which came from the very depths of her
soul. The final orgasm consumed her so completely there
was nothing left but an unconscious sweating body hanging
limply from a clothes hook.
Mrs. Marcus was pleased.
*****
End of Part 12