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sex crimes (nikki's nancy and shameless desires)

giggling, followed by a 'Yes Mistress," Cynthia bent over slightly to fully expose her ass cheeks, then turned around and lifted up her skirt just high enough to expose her beautiful baby bald pussy....
she could hardly wait for her Lady to take her out for public display....she wasn't embarrassed in the least....if anything else, she could hardly wait to show the world that she was private property....let the guys---and girls, for that matter----gawk and stare.....let them all wish that they too had such a breathtaking beauty for a lover and owner....
 
Nancy nodded in approval and looked at her watch. It was about 6 pm now. That meant teens and parents would be at the mall. Perfect.
"Ok my lovely slut. Lets get you some jewelry. I think a belly piercing mightlook nice too." She grabbed her car keys and headed for the door.
 
Letting out a squeal of delight, she followed her owner to the car, always remembering to stay at least 2 steps behind her....it was early evening and it felt good to not be wearing any panties, even though she harbored thoughts in her mind.....would her Lady make her bend over a counter or somehow 'accidently' expose herself down there?....not that it would make any difference....she was her slave and would do whatever it would take to please her...she felt like she was a pet on dsplay, the only thing missing was a leash attached to a collar....
 
Getting in the car, she thought about what kind to get Cynthia. She decided on a hoop for the clit attached to a ruby stud in the girl's navel by a gold chain. Let people imagine wher that belly chain led.
"I cant wait to see your new jewelry on you, slut. Or people's reactions to it."
She rubbed Cynthias thigh as they drove the short drive.
 
Cynthia puuurrred at the touch of her owner's hand on her body, but then again, any touch from Nancy resulted in goosebumps....
she remembered her Lady mentioning a clit ring....if she had any other jewelry in mind, she hadn't told her....'god', she thought as they drove.....'a piece of metal through her pussy lips...'
she shuddered at the thought of a hole being poked through her 'down there', but after all, if that's whaceat her owner wanted to have done to her, then her will be done....Cynthia's body ceased to belong to her for quite a long time...she was now her owner's private pleasure toy, her fuck doll, her sex toy...
she glanced over at her owner longingly....she was also her lover, the lady that captured her heart and all that it entailed....
"I love you, Mistress," she said, almost at a whisper....then a strange feeling crept over her....something she had wanted to say for an eternity but never gathered up enough courage to say it.
Cynthia stared out the windshield, too embarrassed to face her....well, it's now or never....

"Mistress......would you marry me?....."
 
Nancy squeezed her slave's firm thigh in response to her profession of love.
"And your mistress loves you, my pretty slut." She was now so comfortable with the idea of claiming Cynthia as her property, it felt as if they had always been tovether. She had pulled into a space at the mall when Cynthia asked her to marry her. At first, she was too stunned to react. Then she leaned over and passionately kissed the teen beauty.
"I would be thrilled to."
 
"OH MY GOD!!!"...Cynthia exclaimed out loud, not caring if anyone or everyone had heard her proposal..."YOU WILL??...."...she let out a scream of delight....rolling down the window, Cynthia called out....."SHE SAID YES!!!!...SHE'S GONNA MARRY MEEEEE!!!!"
almost leaping from her seat and squeezing onto her owner's lap----which was hardly easy, since car seats were never designed for 2 at the same time---Cynthia squealed and kissed her over and over...."I'm the happiest girl in the world!!!"
 
She grinned, her heart hammering in her breast. She let Cynthia shout her joy for a moment before straightening her features.
"That'll do, slave. Remember your place. Know that I expect you to change your last name to mine afterwords. Come. Lets go inside. We can talk on our way in."
Mistress kissed slave one mor time before opening the door and stepping onto the pavement.
 
Cynthia breathed deep and let out a barely contained, "yes Mistress," before finally becoming silent once more...she had not forgotten her place....once exiting from the car, she stayed a pace behind her lovely owner----and soon to be wife---as they entered the mall.
Cynthia couldn't be happier than if her owner had her leashed and forced her to be on display for the world to see...
 
Nancy had never dreamed that their relationship would progress to this. In the back of her mind, she thought the girl would always resent her for literally kidnapping and degrading her. She had come to love the sexy and sweet young woman.
"Tell me, slut. What has changed that would prompt you to ask me, your captor, to marry you?"
Stockholm syndrome suddenly came to Nancy's worriex mind.
 
Stockholm Syndrome might well have been the logical reason, and Cynthia's response may very much have implied that....
Cynthia stopped, leaned up against a wall in a corner where they could have at least some semblance of privacy, as if here could be nay in a crowded mall......."Mistress, can I be totally honest with you?," she started...."after you kidnapped me, I really thought I would be killed if I didn't cooperate with you....if you remember, I tried to escape, and after I was raped by Max, I figured you thought of me as nothing but a piece of meat to use and throw away....."
she looked around, stared for a while and continued....."I was a virgin and you deflowered me....I thought of sex as something I would wait for until the right person came along and at first I was angry, upset and hurt that you took my virginity. But as time passed, something came over me....you became gentler, softer and passionate with me, and I started falling for you....it seemed the more you tortured me, the more you made love to me as well....I began to want to please you in any way I could....I decided I'd gladly submit to all the abuse and torture you put me through if it gave me the chance to show how much I wanted you to make love to me.....no one ever treated me the way you have....
"....I'm not brainwashed....I remember everything that's happened to me since you took possession of me....I think of it as a natural progression to where I am---where we are--and I'd like to think I earned your love and your hand in marriage, and you know I'll do anything you ask to please you...
what should we be called?....'wife and wife'?....'wife and slut?'....does it really matter what labels are used on us, so long as I can serve you as your slave, sex toy, wife and lover...."
With that, Cynthia kissed her....."humiliate me, display me, I don't care....I love you and that's all that matters...."
 
Nancy was taken aback by the abrupt honesty of the girl. Indeed she had done horrible things to Cynthia. Things she might even do again. But it would be different. Whereas before it was for ugly lust, now it could be to allow the teen to show devotion. Nancy would never be completely gentle, but she could show love and compassion and still be the dominant partner.
"Ive never cared for labels, in music or society. Call us mistress and wife if you like. I claim you for my slut if you claim me for your.(goddess, mistress, master, wife?) All ghat matters to me is that you truly want to atay with me."
With that, she grabbed her wrists, pushed them above against the wall and kissed this blossoming woman with all her soul.
 
Why did this kiss feel so different?....the way hr owner pushed herself against her, pinning her back up against the wall with such force, the way her lips pressed against her own, it felt like Cynthia was being claimed all over again.....
not that such a mental or emotional reinforcement was needed.....Cynthia meant ever word she said...she never felt so engrossely, so totally in love with anyone as she did with Nancy....if her owner told her to strip, get on all fours and was told she would be led through the mall with a leash, she would gladly submit and follow....she wasn't a brainless bimbo---for her young age, Cynthia scored suprisngly high in those scholastic aptitude tests---
Their lips met, their tongues danced together and that now familiar static electricity poured through Cynthia.....whispering between kisses, Cynthia murmered....."you will always be my owner and Mistress, and for as long as you want to keep me,....."....she let out a moan....."I'll always be your slut...."
 
Fighting to keep her passions in check, Nancy allowed herself tobkiss and nuzzle her little slut's neck and shoulder before letting her go. When she stepped back, her eyes sparkled and shimmered with contained emotion. Thoughts flooded her mind. Where to get married, who to invite. Should Cynthia be free to see her parents? Should she go out and work?
The list was lengthy. But they had time. Right now, Nancy wanted the girl marked as hers. The collar was cute but not enough.
 
As her owner withdrew, Cynthia could hardly help but notice the look on her face....yes, she showed passion in those beautiful eyes of hers, but Cynthia couldn't help but sense more, much more was on her mind....she wished Nancy would tell her, but figured in due time she would.....she had held back nothing from her owner and had no reason to believe her Lady would be any different.
Cynthia stepped back, careful to stay a step behind as always, as if a short leash was attached to her physically---an emotional and mental one had long since been shackled to her....
Where would they go?....was there a shop here that would specialize in pussy piercing?.....
she enjoyed the stares both of received in the mall by men, and a few women as well......
 
Nancy took the girl's hand and led her upstairs near the courtyard. She noticed all the teen boys(and some even younger) gawking at Cynthia as they walked by the tables of the food court. She smiled to herself. Hand in hand they walked. Let them know that she belonged to her. And let them fantasize about what that might mean.
"Cynthia. I believe your heel strap is loose. Kneel down here and check it."
 
Cynthia and her owner entered what appeared to be a large sprawling food court, very busy and loaded with young people....she caught the stares but assumed they were gawking mostly at her ravishing owner, as they walked hand in hand....
Her lady told her she thought Cynthia's heel strap was loose...she didn't feel anything, but sometimes other people notice things before you do, so she bent over to check it out, revealing her totally exposed bottom as her skirt raised.....the air conditioning in the mall made her feel suddenly cold back there....
 
Nancy looked at the sexy ass partially on display with admiration. What a fine ass it was. She fantasized about burying her face in it right there but restrained herself.
"You're exposing yourself, my dear. Bend your knees." Then in a whisper for just the two of them, "And spread'em."
She looked around at the few who noticed and grinned. She saw the parlor just on the other side. Theyd be there in a few moments.
 
Cynthia did as she was instructed and with knees bent and spread, reached down to adjust her ankle strap....embarrassed at her own ignorance, she whispered as she was bent down...."mistress, there's nothing wrong with my shoe........oh, shit......."...looking and trying not to look, she saw a small group of teenagers from the corner of her eye and knew they weren't interested in the color of her shoes....she did a little wiggle......
 
"Look at them drool. Wven that girl over there with her mommy likes your pretty pussy," she whispered.
Then she motioned for her to follow into the tattoo studio.
 
Cynthia knelt down on the floor on her knees, fumbling at her shoe straps while looking at the reactions she was getting out of the corner of her eye....yes, her owner was right, a girl probably around her own age was staring at her and she evidently liked what she saw.....a male of maybe early 20's had dropped his pizza slice on the floor when she did her little pelvic wiggle....
Cynthia got up, straightened her skirt and started walking away with her owner, pretending nothing happened but enjoying the reactions....she never knew herself as an exhibitionist, but then again, since she had become Nancy's property, there was a lot about herself she hadn't known....let them stare and gawk....let them wish and be jealous of the ownership her Lady enjoyed.......she thought of the younger teenage girl that gazed and smiled.....'poor thing,' she thought to herself....'if you only knew what it means to truly belong to someone body and soul....'
 
Nancy was flushed with possessive jealousy and excitement of showing the slut off at the same time. She knew she was lucky to have such a devotee. The little display got her hot. Public sex was such a taboo. And she wanted to break it with Cynthia. Someday soon she might.
They entered the parlor and was greeted by an older bald tattooed man. He could have been handsome in his prime. He was friendly as Nancy told him what she wanted without any embarrassment. She want her sluts' clitoral hood peirced with a hoop and a chain connecting that to a ruby dangly belly button peircing. He was a little startled, Nancy could tell. But professionally suggested Nadja would be available for that in a few minutes. Nancy nodded and sat down in a comfy chair. She motioned Cynthia to sit on the floor between her legs.
 
Cynthia did as she was told and sat demurely on her knees between her owner's legs, her hands folded neatly in her lap....when she saw the man in the shop, she felt very apprehensive....she had been feeling a dislike and distaste for males for a while and seeing the older bald man seemed to solidify her convictions....she certainly didn't want to expose herself to HIM!......she breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the name of the other employee and prayed this Nadja would be female....
Cynthia tolerated the piercings of her nipples well enough, but it was because it was done in the privacy of her owner's home and by her alone. This time something was going to be done to her by a total stranger, and the thought of her vagina with a hole in it made her shudder....it wasn't that long since Nancy had deflowered her, and she had never let anyone else see her pussy....
she took her head and rubbed the side of her face against her Lady's left shin, obviously seeking reassurance.....
 
Nancy was stroking her slave's silky hair when a dark haired, pretty emo girl of about twenty and introduced herself as Nadja in athick accent. Nancy couldnt place it but thought probably russian.
When she motioned them to follow her, Nancy got up and took Cynthia by the hand, gently squeezing it in a reassuring gesture.
"Sit in chair, please," she said once they were int the private room and pulled out equipment she needed.
 
The fact that the strange sounding person who led them into the room was female didn't make Cynthia feel too much better.....as she sat in the chair, she whispered to her owner....."mistress, I'm scared...."
the implements the woman began to assemble looked like torture devices....since Nancy did her nipples with household implements, she was totally unfamiliar with what she now saw and began to tremble.....
if she had second thoughts before, she certainly had them now in magnification and her body shown it
 
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