She struggled to keep her rhythm going on the ketchup bottle as Mike manipulated
her arms back and forth like an accordion. Squeezing her breasts together. "Awe,
come on," said one male voice, "let's see those FUCKING TITS." She shuttered.
"Keep it going nice and steady now," he said, as he relaxed her arms. She felt
his hands go back to her shoulders. They rested there for a moment. Slowly, his
fingers began moving down the line of the straps that ran over her shoulders. She
felt them trace over each shoulder and slowly begin following the straps down
across her chest. The fingertips began moving th eir way under the material as
they went down. Her breathing became tight and fast. She felt a tingle go down
her spine as his fingers moved farther down the straps over her breasts, slightly
pulling away the top. Her hand worked the ketchup bottle, back and forth. "Come
OOOOOOON"  A man's voice. Kate kept her eyes shut. She couldn't bear to look. She
felt his fingers continue to move against her skin She felt the material being
lifted up, slowly, away from her breasts towards either side. She waited for the
feel of his entire hand "Now pull your shoulders back," Mike said in her ear. She
bit down on her lower lip. She took a deep breath, and did as he said, making her
boobs rise up. She tried to keep concentrating on the rhythm, working her right
hand up and down the ketchup bottle. "AAAAWWWWW MAAAAN." She could feel the men
staring lustily, waiting for her breasts to be bared. This was too horrible to
believe. She flinched. She suddenly felt Mike's tongue lightly touch the right
side of her neck. A tingling spread across her body. The point of his tongue
moved up her neck towards her ear. It was dizzying. Then with one sudden tug, the
bikini top was pulled to either side, and Kate's big breasts sprang out.
WHHHOOOOOOAAA!!! The men all cheered. She let out a whimper of shame. "OH, my
GOD, look at those TITS." "FUUUUUUCK." She tried to ignore the crude comments.
She felt Mike's hands move underneath her bared breasts. He cupped them in his
hands and lifted them up, bunching them up on her chest. She kept her eyes shut
and concentrated on the ketchup bottle, keeping the stroking motion. Mike began
to knead the big mounds. "AW, CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSTT" Whoops of delight came the
men. "I'd sure LOVE to run my prick between THOSE fucking melons," said one of
them. Kate almost choked. The thought of her breasts being used in such a
disgusting and unnatural way by one of these greasy horrible men made her want to
be sick. She began to feel panicky. What if Mike let him? Mike began to run his
fingers in a circular motion. He started to caress her nipples, tugging them
outward. "Let's get this things to stand out," he said. The tingling feeling
coming from nipples mixed with the fear and humiliation to create a swirl of
emotion in Kate. She felt waves of dizziness. He rolled the big nipples in his
fingers. "Come on, Kate," he said, "let's make 'em hard." "Let me LICK ÔEM"
offered one of the men. Kate shuddered. She felt Mike's hands pull away. "Come
on, make them stick out," he commanded. She became a mass of confusion and fear
and shame, and tried to keep her mind on the ketchup bottle. The sudden splash of
cold water made her cry out. Her mouth and eyes popped open at the shock, and she
dropped the bottle to the floor. Mike had taken one of the glasses of ice water
from the table behind him and poured it down her front. "AWWWWWWW" came a loud
groan from the guys. She instantly reached up to cover herself. Now that her eyes
were open again, she suddenly noticed that Jack had climbed up onto the counter
to get a better view, and had the small palm-sized video camera in his hand. He'd
caught the whole horrible episode. She cried out in shame. A wild cheer went up
and the men saw that she had seen Jack. "Hey, I want a copy of that tape," said
one of the men. "Fuckin' A-Yeah" the others agreed. She let out a moan of
despair, and her hands came up and covered her face. She began to cry into her
hands. "Oh God, PLEASE...please stop..." "Hey, she dropped the bottle." said a
male voice. "DIIIIISapline" said another. Mike pulled her hands back down, once
again exposing her dripping breasts to the lusty eyes of the assembled group.
They were covered in delicate goose bumps. "We want see," he said, "shoulders
back, now." Beads of cold water continued to drip down her chest, and down the
creamy light brown skin of her magnificent breasts. The cold water had indeed
made the nipples tight and hard. Mike reached up and took hold of her shoulders
and pulled them back, forcing her tits to stick out. She fought back the urge to
raise her arms back up. Tears dripped down her face. "Kate," said Mike, "you just
have not followed instructions here." She suddenly realized what that meant.
Another spanking. Here. In this greasy diner. In front of these horrible men.
"NOOOOOOO," She tried to squirm loose, but Mike held her tight. He gave her whole
body a shake. She stopped struggling. "Now," he said directly into her ear, just
above a whisper, "you've got two choices." He pulled her tight. The men all
watched Mike talk to her. "Once again, you can either do as I tell you," he told
her, "or we're gonna have the whole gang in on it..." "No, please...please
don't....don't DO THIS..." she tried to turn around to face him. He held her
fast, and continued talking so that only she could hear. "And if the whole gang
gets in on taking your pants down, and holding you down, well, then things are
going to get outta hand here..." "Oh, GOD...No..." She was terrified, suddenly
more scared than she had ever dreamed possible. The thought of these greasy,
horrible men holding her down and... "What's it gonna be?" She was speechless.
Stricken with fear. "What's it gonna be, Kate?" "God, please DON'T...please don't
let them..." "Kate, you are just going to have to learn to follow instructions,
or this is going to be a very difficult weekend for you." She was numb. "I think
I'm going to have to teach you a little lesson here." Tears welled up in her
beautiful big brown eyes. "Now, remember," he said, "the minute you don't do
exactly, and I mean EXACTLY as I tell you, then I'm going to let the guys here
take over." He pushed her forward and scooted off the table. She found herself
standing just a few feet away from the leering men, with her breasts sticking
rudely from her top, and realized how much safer she had just felt a moment ago.
She stared at the floor. "You sure got nice tits honey," said one of them. Mike
moved to the next booth and pushed away the silverware and napkins. He picked up
the spatula. "WHOAAAA" a chorus from the men, who scrambled to get new vantage
points. Three of them sat on the stools on the counter facing the table. "You
guys," he pointed to Ken and Tom, "come slid in here." He motioned each one to
one of the bench seats facing each other across the table. "Okay, Kate, over
here." Slowly, with her big breasts hanging lewdly from her mauled bikini-top,
she walked on shaky legs to the edge of the table. There was nothing she could
do. Nothing except what Mike said. "Now turn around." She slowly turned around so
that her back was to the men. Her long dark hair hung down near the line the
strap of her top made around her back. The men all gazed at the smd breasts were
Tom and Ken sitting on either side at the other end of the Formica covered
tabletop. Tom smiled at her. "I can't wait to see that ass," said Auggie behind
her. "You can have her ass," said another, "I want feel my dick between those big
tits." The men had gone a bit quiet while Mike had been talking to her, waiting
to see what was going to happen. Now they spoke up again. Kate tried to blot out
the rude comments, and closed her eyes again. She just wanted this nightmare to
be over. "Okay, Kate," said Mike, "take your pants down." She took a deep breath.
Once again, she reached up. Her numb fingers worked the metal button through the
hole in her jeans. She grasped the zipper and slowly lowered it down.