Breaking Faith

Toy Shopping 2

The moment they entered the well-lit store, Kennedy snapped an order. “Reverse table Toy.”

“Yes Mistress.” The busty tramp glided gracefully into position. ‘Reverse table’ was one of Kennedy’s favourite and most unusual positions for sex, one that only someone with the ravishing brunette’s flexibility could manage. Basically Faith was on her hands and feet, only upside down and with her legs and arms at 90 degree angles, the gorgeous Slayer facing upwards.

Her two owners strode off, leaving the in-position Bostonian to be gawked at and made fun of by passer-bys. Eventually though Willow and Kennedy made their way back through the on-lookers.

Kennedy giggled as she crouched between the east coast slave’s obediently spread legs and pulled out a black marker pen. “Stay still,” her owner ordered before slowly writing ‘Fill Me’ on the Slayer’s taut belly, one word either side of her tiny belly button. “Move into Table.” Once the well-trained brunette had obeyed, her owner wrote ‘Spank me’ on her lower back. “All finished.”

”Look how submissive she is!” gasped a short brunette. “She has zero self respect.”

“Not quite Kennedy,” Willow corrected. “Give me the pen.”

“What do you have in mind?” Kennedy asked as she handed the pen over.

“Just this. Up, Toy.” Once Faith had risen, Willow wrote ‘Play With Me’ across her chest and ‘Owned’ on her forehead. “Now she’s ready!”

“Just perfect!” Kennedy laughed. “Where next?”

Willow giggled. “The hardware department.”

* * *

Faith dutifully followed her owners into the hardware department, a crowd inevitably forming around the two tightly-dressed doms and their scantily-attired submissive. The department’s shelves were stacked full of all manner of tools. Willow tapped on one of the presentation wooden work benches. “Hands and knees.”

“Yes Queen.” The bikini-clad plaything bounced up onto the work bench, barely contained boobs dangling down, and ass pointing up.

“Good girl.” Willow patted her well-trained pet on the head before striding over to the shelves and pulled out a hand-held drill. The submissive beauty moaned, eyes alight with terror. Willow giggled. “Don’t worry dear. I wouldn’t use this on you. At least not without,” the brunette’s chocolate brown eyes widened when the witch put seven inch rubber dildo on the end of the drill, “this.” Willow looked towards Kennedy. “Could you pull her panties down for me, darling?”

“Sure.” Kennedy giggled. Faith felt her co-owner’s fingers hook into the waistband of her bikini bottoms and pull them down to her knees, her pinkness on show for any and all to ogle at.

”I can’t believe she’s actually going to let her this!” laughed one man.

”Well keep filming!” his wife ordered. ”I want this horny bitch on record!”

“Ooooh! Ahhh!” the sultry beauty’s full lips parted in a lengthy moan as the plastic cock entered her, inserting itself in her tight fuck channel, clenching welcomingly around the plastic. There was a moment of tense silence.

And then the laughing witch turned the drill on.

”Oh Jesus!” Faith’s head shot up, her eyes bulging as the dildo began to pulsate inside her with far greater force than any vibrator she’d ever experienced. “Aaaaaaaah!” she screamed as it shook inside her, stimulating every nerve ending in her special place again and again with an unsurpassable and never-ending ferocity.

“OOooooooooh!” The sultry beauty wailed herself hoarse as she came in under a minute, a waterfall of cunt juices gushing out from between her spread legs. “Aaaaah!” Sweat flew off her shaking body as her orgasm continued on and on. “Oooooooh! Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” The busty brunette squealed with relief when the witch yanked the drill out, finally ending her lengthy climax. “Goddddd!”

“Oh that looked such fun!” Kennedy laughed and giggled. “Give me a go, Willow! Toy, on your back.”

The sultry slave mumbled an inarticulate protest before shifting into position. Kennedy leered down at her before re-inserting the dildoed drill and pressing the on switch. “Aaaaaaaa!” The Slayer’s hips bucked as her twat convulsed around the violently shuddering drill, stimulating her with a force no man had ever managed. “Jeeeeez!” Once again the juices flowed out of her like a river, soaking her only-recently cleaned thighs. The Slayer’s body gyrated and spasmed with enough force to send her full breasts popping out of her skimpy top, sweat droplets flying from them as they jiggled helplessly. “Fucccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccck!”

”Look at those titties bounce!” giggled a forty-something red-head. “I’ve never seen a skin show like this slut!”

”Aaaaah.” The raven-tressed sexpot moaned when Kennedy pulled the plastic cock out of her aching twat, the dildo gleaming with her juices.

”I’m definitely buying one,” Willow decided.

”Oh yeah,” Kennedy agreed. “It’ll have to go in the toy drawer. Imagine the fun.”

“Queen, Mistress.” Her two owners turned back to their panting pet. “Maybe you should buy some ropes, pliers, and tweasers for when I’m bad?”

”Good idea, Toy.” Willow approved. “Now pull your panties up, you’re being a dirty little whore showing yourself off like that.”

* * *

Faith looked around the pet department. Every type of household pet was there, together with their foods and toys. The air was filled with the animals’ noises and smells.

“Hands and feet, Toy.” Willow slapped her bubble-butt when she’d moved quickly into position. “Good girl.” The all-powerful witch picked up a red plastic bone and threw it to the far end of the department. “Fetch!”

”Woof! Woof!” The once-rebellious Slayer barked for her owners’ amusement as she scampered the department’s tiled length, picked the bone up between her gleaming teeth and hurried back to her Queen, dropping it at the red-head’s feet, panting dog-like as her tongue lolled out of her mouth.

“Good girl!” Kennedy patted her on the head before picking the bone up and flinging it the length of the department. “Fetch girl!”

The well-trained brunette threw her head back and barked. “Woof! Woof! Woof!” Then she turned and scooted the length of the store again, lustrous locks swinging and high rump wriggling as she hurried with sexy gracefulness. Snatching the bone up in her mouth, she raced back to her owners and dropped it at their feet. “Woof! Woof! Woof!”

“Good girl.” Kennedy smiled. “On your back.”

Faith obeyed immediately, arms and legs in the air as the Slayer panted eagerly. Her two owners leered down at their prize before beginning to tickle her flat belly with their feet. The Slayer squirmed as their feet traversed her body, stoking every sensitive area – her full chest, heaving stomach, shaved pits, and of course her always moistening twat.

Willow pulled away with a giggle. “I think we should take Toy to the records store.”

* * *

There were CDs for every taste in the brightly coloured department. The scantily-clad hottie saw every eye turn to her upon her entry. “Toy!” Faith started when Willow’s palm crashed into her rounded behind. “Up on the counter, girl!”

“Yes Queen!” The Slayer leapt gracefully onto the polished counter.

Willow looked around, grinning at the avidly watching crowd, even the shop assistants stopping to see what was happening. “In a second, a song is going to start and this pretty little pet is going to dance for us.” The wicca’s words were of course met with cheers. “When the song ends, she’s going to bend her pretty little self over that empty table and anyone who spends a minimum of twenty-five bucks in the five minutes after the song gets three swipes at her tushy.” Faith beamed, depravedly pleased to have her sluttiness utilised in such a way, and she did love to dance for an audience. Willow turned to the busty slave’s co-owner. “Seeing as Toy’s wearing a stars and stripes bikini let’s have something patriotic.”

The sexy Bostonian burst into action moment ‘Livin’ In America’ hit, moving with a rampant sexiness and sensual grace that no Pussycat Doll could hope to equal, the desperate to please slave using every move in her considerable arsenal. Her pelvis thrust lewdly forward, her pert behind rising and falling with hypnotic sexiness. The beauty’s hands slid all over her curvy body, touching herself in places her howling audience could only dream of. The Slayer’s long locks swung from side to side, and full hooters bounced in her tiny top, barely staying in place.

Twisting around, she leaned over and spread her legs, grinding her ass up and down to the music’s insistent beat. Next she dropped to her knees and threw her head back, hips thrusting up and down like she was cow-girling some lucky man. From there she slid into the full splits, crotch ramming against the polished counter as she bounced and jiggled, hands traversing her alluring body. Then she flipped onto her back, hands massaging and cupping her hooters as she thrust her crotch up in time with the music.

Then the tune ended and Faith hurried over to the empty table, bent over, rested her head on its surface, reached behind and tugged her bottoms down, and stuck her perfect posterior into the air, eagerly awaiting whatever fucked-up treatment that came her way. After all, she deserved it, first Willow and then Kennedy had taught her that.

Behind her there was a stampede to get to the tills. Soon the noise of the tills ringing drowned out everything.

Even the sound of Faith’s ass getting spanked. Every customer would hand their receipt over to Kennedy for checking before having their fun. Some would just take their swats as furtive squeezes that sent aroused tingles through the Slayer’s fleshy cheeks. Others would gently spank her invitingly curved rear, but enough really laid in their three strikes to leave the brunette on special offer whimpering in discomfort and her ass striped red.

Finally though, Kennedy grabbed her long locks and yanked her upright. “Pull your bottoms up.” Kennedy looked towards Willow as Faith dutifully obeyed, moaning slightly as her satin bottoms made contact with her aching rear. “Where to next?”

”The sports department,” the red-head decided.

* * *

The sports department was filled with an astonishing array of sports and exercise equipment as well as half a dozen eagerly leering frat boys. “It’s time for your daily workout, Toy. Get your bikini off and get on that treadmill.”

“Yes Queen.” The sultry Slayer reached behind her neck to unfasten the tiny top. Wolf whistles abounded as the top fell to the ground as the now topless brunette hooked her fingers in her bottom’s waistband and wriggled out of them.

“Look at the legs on that!” laughed one boy.

“Screw the legs, look at the t&a,” pointed an Oriental.

”And what about the hairless pussy?” commented a third kid. “She must shave weekly!”

”That belly, look at those sexy abs,” added a fourth.

Faith strode over to the treadmill, revelling in the leers and crude remarks she received, it made her proud, being on show for her owners like this. The moment she was on the treadmill she started running. Her chest heaved with deep breaths, boobs bouncing, long legs rising and falling in an easy pattern, a slight sheen glistening on her flawless flesh. She jumped suddenly as something slapped into her already aching ass. “Owww!”

The brunette glanced over her shoulder to see Kennedy whacking her with a tennis racquet. “Faster!”

Faith nodded as she speeded up, chest heaving as her laughing owner continued to tan her hide with the racquet, rounded ass vibrating with every smack, the racquet’s strings cutting deep enough to leave a pattern. The brunette’s long locks danced as she moved faster and faster, the racquet hitting her behind with every increasing force. The crowd guffawed and jeered both at the way her titties bounced and the way the racquet imprinted itself on her already stinging buns.

Thankfully Willow eventually turned the treadmill off. “On your back.” The moment Faith was in position, her owner gave her a thigh-master. “Get on with it.”

“Yes Queen.” Faith placed the looped metal tube between her knees and lay back, slowly bringing her knees together and then easing them apart. Every man took a turn standing between her writhing legs, watching, laughing, and filming every ripple of her toned thighs, every pelvic flex, and every rolling sweat bead as they edged down to her silky-smooth pussy.

After the sixth boy had stepped aside, Kennedy giggled. “Fifty push-ups now!”

The men laughed as she dutifully obeyed, her arms and shoulders writhing with every rep. “Damn!” One black laughed. “I wouldn’t mind being under that!”

”Have you seen the ass?” another boy commented. “On top every time.”

The sultry beauty’s body was gleaming the time she’d finished. “Up on the ping pong table, right now.” Willow ordered.

”Yes Queen!” The busty brunette leapt up onto the table and laid back, legs apart and bent. The frat boys immediately surrounded her, laughing at her submissive behaviour. Faith on the other hand only had eyes for her owners standing at the foot of the table. “Here’s a question Kennedy,” Willow giggled. “How many ping pong balls can Toy take in her cunt?”

Kennedy grinned at the witch. “Let’s find out.”

“Oooooh,” The Slayer beauty’s full lips parted in a helpless moan when Kennedy prised her labia apart.

“All yours Willow,” Kennedy prompted.

“Oh my god!” a youth gasped as Willow leaned over and eased a ping pong ball inside of the Slayer’s tight hole.

The moment the second slid inside, the frat boys let out a roar. “Two!”

The third clicked against the other two as it was inserted. “Three!”

The brunette beauty thrashed helplessly as the fourth was added, the balls now beginning to stretch her and rub against her walls. “Four!” roared her admirers.

Faith’s hips arched off the table as the fifth was added, teeth gritted as they rolled incessantly inside her. “Five!”

It took some work, but eventually the sixth slid inside, clicking against the others as they rolled and rubbed around inside her. “Six!”

Faith’s eyes bulged, a low moan escaping her cupid-shaped mouth as a seventh was somehow shoved inside her, her pussy stretching and bulging as the balls clicked together inside her over-stuffed hole. “Seven!”

Willow stepped back. “I doubt she’ll take eight.” The Slayer’s full ass rose when the witch pressed her palm down on Faith’s pelvis, the tightly packed in balls grinding around inside her. Willow laughed at her arousal before turning to Kennedy. “Sweetie, why don’t you take them out for me?”

Kennedy leered at the once cocksure rebel. “Love to Will.” The moment the final cum-slicked ball was easy out by the teasing brunette, Kennedy turned to the watching youths. “How about a hand of poker boys? Winner gets a blow-job?”

“Oh hell yeah!” laughed a young man. “She looks like she could suck-start a Harley!”

“Heck!” Another one laughed. “More like a jet!”
“
Then get some seats and gather around,” Willow instructed. “One hand, winner gets those luscious lips.”

Faith laid on the table as the six boys played for use of her mouth, a constant reminder of the winner’s prize. The discarded cards were flung down on her flat belly, and the poker players would casually fondle the naked beauty’s assets while deciding which cards to keep and which to throw away. Finally the boys were finished. “I’ve got two Aces,” one guy gloomily announced.

”Three eights!” said another.

“Four sevens,” laughed a third, a tall, dread-locked black with muscles hewn from granite. The three remaining frat brothers groaned and threw their cards down. The black leered down at her. “Looks like I get you baby.” Faith heard the sound of a sipper being unfastened. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Faith dropped to her knees between the man’s legs, his friends encircling them but Faith only had eyes for the African-American’s thick, stiff nine inches. The submissive beauty ignored the boys’ hooted suggestions, as if she needed lessons in sucking cock. She began with tender kisses to the underside of the lengthy cock, next her tongue lashed up and down his piss-slit. Then she closed her mouth around just his sizable head and gently suckled while working one hand up and down his lengthy shaft and the other squeezing his hairy berries. “Oh god,” the man groaned.

The cock popped out of her glossy lips, salvia streaking down his rod. Then the dark-haired slave attacked it with her tongue, licking up and down it, top and underside. Then she took it back in her mouth and sank down on it, taking the entire length in her mouth with whorish expertise, the cock twitching inside her. “Fuck,” groaned the black, “never had a bitch able to take me all.”

Her tongue swirled around the thick rod before she began to suck. “Oh hell!” The man grabbed two handfuls of silky black hair and roughly dragged her up and down, breath coming faster and faster as the Slayer bottomed out, his balls pressed against her chin’s dimple. “This is so-.” Faith’s head shot up and then down, every bob faster than the last, sucking like a vacuum determined to clean up every speck of duck. “Yesssss!” the man’s hips bucked as he shot stream after stream of white fluid down her throat.

Cum dripped down her face as she withdrew the cock from her mouth. “Wow,” the guy looked at her, hands still stroking her glossy mane, “bitch can suck.”

* * *

Faith smiled happily as her owners led her into the booze department, brightly coloured bottles everywhere. Willow grabbed a Tequila bottle off the shelf as Kennedy expertly undressed their whore, leaving Faith once again contently naked in the store. By now the buxom Bostonian preferred being naked anyhow, it wasn’t like she had anything to be ashamed of, and it was her natural state in the presence of her betters. And everyone was her better. “Faith, get up on the counter.” Willow ordered. Once she was in position, Willow turned to the watching crowd. “Ladies only. Any woman who buys a bottle of tequila gets to drink a shot off this fine piece of ass. Men, any of you like to watch your significant other with this beauty, get your bottles now!”

Kennedy laughed as she turned to Faith. “Open wide dear.” The moment Faith obeyed, the younger brunette placed a piece of lime in her mouth, its bitter juices dripping into her open mouth. “This is gonna be fun.”

Within seconds a line had formed, the first customer, a fat-titted co-ed that Faith definitely wouldn’t have minded having a few hours with, the same couldn’t be said for even half of the women in the line though. Faith moaned into the lime as the co-ed threw salt onto her belly, her belly quivering slightly as the co-ed’s long hot tongue ran across her tanned flesh, leaving a wet smear behind. Then she hissed as the giggling girl poured stinging tequila down her deep cleavage, the blonde’s tongue sliding from the bottom of her cleavage all the way up to her throat as the blonde tried to lick and suck the alcohol up. And then the co-ed was lying on top of her, hands clawing at her tits as she crushed her lips to Faith’s, not at all interested in the lime. Then after a final reluctant grope, she climbed off. “I bought two bottles, do I get a second go?”

”I guess you do,” Willow laughed.

Faith’s belly quivered as the salt hit her. She’d barely time to register the salt though when the co-ed was on her, laughing and giggling as her tongue wriggled across the sexy slave’s undulating belly. Her hips arched when the stinging booze was poured down her cleavage, tits jiggling in protesting pain as the tequila hit home. And then the co-ed’s tongue attacked her again, applying a cooling balm to where the booze had travelled. And then co-ed was on top of her, practically dry-humping her, her hands this time on Faith’s pliant ass, digging deep enough to bruise as she frenched the gurgling Slayer. Then she climbed off. “Oh yes,” Faith realised the girl had some sort of upper-class accent. “Some times it’s fun to slum it.”

“Don’t I know it,” Kennedy agreed before looking around. “Who’s next?”

* * *

“I’ve got an idea, Willow.” Faith stood passively by as Kennedy whispered something in the red-head’s ear, the line from the alcohol department having just ended and Faith now re-dressed. Willow giggled before nodding. Kennedy turned back to her, a glint in her eye. “Follow me Toy. We’re going to the security department.”

“Hello sir,” Kennedy led her slave to the inner office. “I’m afraid she’s been shop-lifting.”

The bespectacled guard leered at the sexy submissive. “Shop-lifting, you say?” he said. “She’ll have to come into my office for a search.”

”Of course,“ Kennedy grinned at her pet before whispering in her ear. “Be a good girl, Toy.”

Faith nodded meekly before following the security guard into a dimly lit office filled with security monitors and filing cabinets, all too willing to be used and abused in any way this VIP saw fit. The guard turned to her, eyes hungry, glasses steaming up with desire. “Top off.”

The sultry sexpot dutifully obeyed. Her full breasts hung proudly high, her nipples hard and erect as she anticipated her degradation. The man stared avidly at her jugs before running his fingers up and down her silky perfect flesh. He cupped her boobs and squeezed, making her pant as he rolled the flesh around his fingers, before turning his attention to her nipples, tugging and twisting on them until the Slayer beauty was whimpering in half pleasure and pain. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh.”

“Nothing under them,” the man decided as he released her perfect rack. “Now,” the man started putting on a pair of surgical gloves. “Time for a cavity search.”

“Yes sir.” The once rebellious Bostonian meekly wriggled out of her bottoms. The man placed a firm hand in the small of her back and pushed her over the desk, her jugs dangling down and ass forced upwards. “Ahhh.” Faith moaned as the lucky guard began to rub her rounded globes, her still aching ass cheeks tingling slightly. “Ooooh.” The busty beauty writhed when the domineering security guard roughly spread her buttocks and shoved a finger in deep. “Jesus!” Faith started when the man did the same with her twat, roughly prising her labia apart and sticking a finger inside. “Godddd.”

After rummaging around for a while, a finger twisting around in each hole, the man withdrew, leaving the panting Slayer feeling strangely empty. “Nothing in there. You’ve been wasting my time.”

”Ooooh!” Faith gasped as the man brought the nightstick down hard on her ass, cheeks bouncing. Instead of throwing him across the room as she once would have, she quickly apologised. “Sorry sir,” she begged forgiveness with a pouting look over her shoulder. “Please sir, can I make it up to you?”

”Oh don’t worry, you wil.” The curvy sexpot shuddered as the laughing guard trailed his nightstick up her left leg, down again, and then stroked her trembling labia with its end. “You need teaching a lesson.”

“Thank you, sir,” she groaned as the man continued to slide the stick all the way up her slit, to her ass crack and gradually down again. “Please punish me, I’ve been a bad girl wasting the time of an important man like you.”

“You know?” the guard smirked. “I think I will.”

”Ooooh.” The brunette slave’s hips jerked when the guard began to work his steel cold nightstick inside her, roughly spreading her puffy lips. “Aaaah.” The once defiant beauty screwed her gypsy-brown orbs shut as she tamely took her debasement, sweat dripping off her as the nightstick slid inside her moistness. “Oooooh.” The guard chuckled at her submissive acceptance of his humiliation before beginning to slowly pump the stick in and out of her cunt, sometimes twisting the stick around both for extra friction and to emphasis just how helpless she was. “Ohhhhhh.” Faith grabbed a hold of the desk, teeth gritting and sweat dripping into her eyes as the demeaning of her sexiness continued. “Gooooddddd.” Her hips thrust back as he speeded up, her arousal growing. “Jeez,” she groaned as her pussy began to throb.

”You want it don’t you?”

Faith nodded at the man’s taunting question, his free hand now fondling her jiggling titties, his body hers to use in any debasing way he wanted. “Godddd.” She moaned as he grabbed a handful of tittie and twisted it like it was a dimmer switch, but that was okay, Kennedy had said she had to be good. “Plllease,” she begged, voice hoarse as she uttered the words they both wanted to hear. “Use me.”

“Okay.” The man’s fingers dug into sensitive tit flesh as he started to pump the stick faster and faster, almost burying the entire length in her eager hole. “Look over your shoulder and watch yourself get fucked.”

“Yes sir.” Faith obeyed immediately, looking over her naked shoulder to watch as the stick pumped in and out of her, the nerdy looking guard mastering the bodacious babe that before today he’d only dreamed of. “Thank you for letting me watch, sir,” she panted as the stick moved back and forth, the man still pawing at her swinging jugs.

“You like it don’t you?” the man taunted.

“Yes,” Faith panted and moaned as her pussy clenched and squeezed the nightstick as it pounded against her g-spot.

”Is it because you’re a whore?” he mocked.

”A total whore,” Faith agreed as her legs began to tremble and a warmth grew in her twat, the stick probing at her.

”A skank maybe?” he asked.

”A skank!” Faith’s eyes rolled back in her head, a pleasured glaze sheening them as her pussy throbbed and pulsated around the nightstick.

“A slut?” he pressed.

Faith could only manage a nod as she bounced and writhed on the sizable makeshift cock, thrusting her heavenly hips back to get the maximum penetration. “Aaaaaaah! Ooooh!” The sexy Slayer threw her head back and screamed her climax, as her cunt vibrated around her welcome yet embarrassing intruder. “Jesssssssssssssssssussssssssssssssssss!”

After a final twist the man pulled the stick out, leaving the sweat-soaked beauty feeling strangely empty. “Turn to face me.” Legs slightly weak, Faith obeyed. The guard shoved his cum-dripping nightstick in front of her. “Lick it clean.”

Uncaring that is was her own juices, Faith eagerly obeyed. The dark-haired seductress licked every inch of the proffered stick clean while the man stuck his hand between her legs and stroked his way up and down her bald, wet slit, thumbing occasionally at her clit. Once the beautiful brunette had finished her licking duties, the man stepped back. “You can go now.” He smirked. “Leave the bikini. It’s evidence.”

“Yes sir.”

The moment the naked Slayer stumbled out of the security office, cum-slicked legs still weak, Willow dropped her car-keys into Kennedy’s hand. “You drive, I’ll be in the passenger seat with Toy. And take the long way home.”