ACITOREOHPARG

[Cade]

A simple yank, and she was free from the modesty of her sundress. The fabric drug across her skin, stinging in places and reminding her that I forbade her to wear panties or a bra - uncharacteristic for me. I tended to stuff her cunty panties into her mouth when I wanted her to shut up.

She rarely had anything to say worth listening to, anyway.

But there she stood, as the light material fluttered to the ground in disdain for her sense of personal privacy. Her immediate instinct was to use her arms to cover her shameful nudity, tits and sopping fuckholes exposed to the crowd that slowly grew around the spectacle. I commanded her to Present, so yes, there she stood - fingers interlocked behind her head with elbow straight out, feet shoulder width apart, holding the position as if a statue. As if frozen in place, she was powerless to move; even breathing felt labored.

Of course, she wanted to run, to escape all those eyes multiplying as she stood there dripping. She wanted to flee the embarrassment she felt despite how her body betrayed her with stiff nipples she wished she could blame on the cold and drooling quim. Even her ass clenched clear into her throat (although that was more from [phear] of what misfortune I may visit upon her).

Relief washed over her as I produced a black Sharpie from my pocket. Though whatever I wrote on your body tended to humiliate her, she enjoyed how it made her feel to be my parchment for her shame. Peculiar to her, I didn't write across her forehead - usually scribing dumb or stupid. Rather, the pen danced from one cheek to the other, then across her closed lips.

Next, I moved to her chest, writing something in large, exaggerated letters. That was more familiar to her, even as I added some list down her torso, and something on her bald pubis. But to her surprise, I moved to her back side, adding words over her buttocks with a large, single word just under the neck on her upper back which I underlined.

The crowd, still growing into a tense mob, snickered and laughed. A few guys that were obviously a group of buddies cheered and threw lewd comments at her, causing her body to heat in the familiar feel of a feverish blush. She tried to keep her eyes on the ground in front of her to avoid their leering gazes. It was becoming claustrophobic, the crowd practically crawling over itself to get to her.

I snapped my fingers, and her attention snapped to me as if I were Thanos and everyone had suddenly just disappeared. I held a small mirror, reflecting her image back...her eyes dancing over the words that felt as if they might burn into her. Struggling, she felt bewildered at what she was seeing, her feeble mind unable to decipher the hieroglyphics - despite my exquisitely inked penmanship.

Starting at her face, "EREH MUC" from one cheek to the other while "SIHT KCUF" covered her lips. "ESU EERF" in huge letters adorned her tits, and there was indeed a list, though it was jumbled to her as she read it downward, "HTOUM YM ESU - TNUC YM ESU - SSA YM ESU - MUC NI EM REVOC". She could only barely make out the writing over her twat, "SIHT KCUF".

 

(Obviously, there was no way for her to see what was written on her back. Had she been able to, she would have seen "SIHT KCUF" on her ass cheeks leading to her tightest orifice. Over the shoulders, she would have boggled over "TNUOC", underlined.)

 

With brow furrowed in confusion, she made eye contact with me, now smirking having reveled in my work. I bounced the pen in my fingers before flipping it up into the air, twirling in slow motion as she felt horror over my unmistakable words: "She's all yours." Turning my back to her, it only takes a couple steps for me to disappear into the seething horde.

The plastic marker clacked on the floor as the multitude crashed in on her, a single body with swarms of arms and hands grabbing her, invading her, violating her. Sloppy slobbering mouths suckled and licked at her from all sides and for a moment, she panicked she might drown in saliva. Her once private parts we pinched and prodded, taught they no longer belong to her, but to whomever should desire to grope them.

She disassociated as something fleshy snaked its way into her pussy. Floating over the scene, she looked down on a mass of people, stripping down and diving into a single focal point...

...which was her, once upon a time.

Line after Sharpie black line kept total on her back flesh as the tally marks grew, an anonymous reminder of another carnal use, another load sprayed across her.

Edited August 19 by Cade
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