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sex crimes (nikki's nancy and shameless desires)

Once her lover's bladder was emptied, Cynthia spread open her Lady's pussy lips with her fingers, exposing the glistening pinkness inside......still on her knees, she dove in headstrong, her tongue stiff and penetrating....
What the two of them didn't know was the fact that there was indeed someone watching.....the male store attendant who had been helping them both out had been routinely checking the live video feed from the various cameras concealed throughout the store. What he was seeing in changing room #5 was something he only had fantasies about.....there sitting on the bench was the same voluptuous woman and the petite blonde, but as he stared he started reaching into his trousers and grasping his cock....the blonde was going to town on the dark haired woman, both of them moaning and trembling.
He took some quick glances around to make sure no one was watching either him or the video....
These two ladies were having sex right here!!!!....the blonde was totally nude, her tits swaying back and forth while the dark haired woman had her legs open so wide he could almost see her pussy....
He started masterbating and by the time the blonde made the other woman cum, so did he......shooting a wad under the table, he gave out a moan......
 
Nancy and her slave were oblivious to the videorecording of their dressing room hijinks. Had Nancy known they were being watched, she might have been upset. Not because they being watched by a man, or watched at all. She would have only been irritated that no one asked to watch and dressing rooms were supposed to be private.
Her orgasm left her breathless, her juices leaking down her thighs and into Cynthias sweet mouth. She pulled her up to her in a tight hug, basking in the afterglow.
"That was sooo dirty and exciting, pet. Ive never even thought of doing that before. Are you okay?"
Her amber eyes flashed with.real concern for her younger lover.
 
Cynthia smiled, swallowing the last of her lover's nectar, feeling it travel down her throat....
"oh yes Mistress, I feel just fine!"....she helped dress her lover than put her own clothes back on, both of them stil unaware they were being watched by unseen eyes....
"I don't know what came over me.....you looked so beautiful with your pussy exposed....I just.....well, I just had a desire...a need I guess....I wanted you so badly..."
She adjusted her skirt and pulled up her thigh highs and continued without looking at her lover...."whatever you've done to me and with me such a long time ago has worked, Mistress.....I do truly love you and want to be with you always, to please you any way I can...."
Cynthia blushed a little....."I want you inside me, to use me as much as I want to be inside of you....."

Meanwhile, the gentleman with the voyeouristic kink shut off the moniter and dabbed his crotch with a washcloth. Up until now he'd only heard stories about lesbian sex but this was the real deal!....and holy SHIT, what a pair of lovers!.....tits swaying, pussies eaten.....talk about a man's ultimate fantasy....
As the girls emerged from the dressing rooms the gentleman was waiting....."is everything......uh,.....allright ladies?"....he obviously looked a little flushed and even fumbling a bit....Cynthia looked at him with a puzzled look...was he uncomfortable with them or something?
 
Kissing her lover again, the raven haired, copper skinned, busty beauty dipped fingers into her own pussy and pulled them out shining with her juices. She smeared them on Cynthia's lips before they dressed and took their selected gowns out with them. Both fit wonderfully. Nancy's was just a tad shorter than she would like due to her long shapely legs.
They handed over the gowns to the gentleman and Nancy instuctions for the seamstress to adjust Cynthias gown into two pieces. They would be ready before the weekend was up, he assured Nancy.
Nancy saw her slave looking at him oddly.
 
The only thing that tasted sweeter than her owner's lips was her cum nectar....she licked her own lips, savoring the delectable residue....
The gowns they finally decided upon fir perfectly, cradling both the girl's tits, even though Cynthia;s breasts would be totally exposed..the seamstress gave Nancy a puzzled look when time came for the alteration request. No, both girls reassured her, they weren't planning on desecrating the dress. Finally the seamstress agreed to do it without going into details as to why, and neither slave nor owner was about to tell her.
Nancy noticed the way Cynthia and the man looked at each other......Cynthia took her owner by the hand...."Mistress," she whispered....."it really bothers me the way he looks at us.....you think maybe he was watching somehow....?"
 
Nancy looked at her pet. Holding her hand and walking out, she spoke to her.
"I think he must of seen or heard something. Maybe he watched us somehow. I dont know. It doesnt thrill me, but thats the risk you take fucking in public, my slut. After we pick up the dresses, we will never see him again. Worry not, love."
 
Holding her owner's hand tightly, she took delight in savoring these moments in time....the brisk New York weather, the bustling crowds, the neon lights and here she was with the most beautiful woman in the world.....more than mere slave and owner, they were lovers and soon about to be married.....
MARRIED!....the thought still thrilled Cynthia. Has it really been that long ago since she first came under the spell of the Goddess walking beside her? she didn't have amnesia....Cynthia remembered the first tortures and punishments, but like a Stockholm victim, she fell in love with her captor and whatever had happened to her in the past she now chocked it up to necessary learning steps. After all, she HAD to be trained, hadn't she?
New York's populace was so diverse that few if any took notice of the slim ankle bracelet size of a leash dangling between them....the Cinderella collar Cynthia wore was no mere decoration...it had a clasp from which dangled the delicate, almost flimsy looking chain which was threaded down inside her clothes and exited at her waistline, the other end attached to Nancy's wrist. Despite the fact that they were to be married, she was still and always would be a slave, and slaves must always be under control....
 
Nancy was walking in the clouds. Despite the strange behavior of the salesmen, today was turning out to be a fabulous day. She led Cynthia, her slave, her slut, her bride, down the colorful street. They looked in the many unique shops as they went.
"Lets go have a few drinks before we head to the hotel, slave. Shall we?" she asked rhetorically.
 
Cynthia looked over at her owner.....such a content look on her face..
she dropped back just for a moment so the whisper thin leash would create a tug.....she loved being collared and leashed, to show the world she belonged to this fabulously beautiful woman, body and soul....who gived a shit if they looked and caught sight of the chain? this was New York of all places, where individuality reigned above all else.....
"yes my love, my Mistress," she replied as they steered themselves to a lively looking bar....
 
Nancy knew what she was doing. And she approved. Lately she had almost forgotten the girl belonged to her. This was was her way of asking to be shown reinforcementbof their roles. Nancy gave a tug on the body chain, a NY crowd walking by on the gorgeous day.
"Come, slut. We have places to go. Do i need to punish you here?"
Therr was no heat in her words. She said them for Cynthia's benefit, suppressing her smile.
 
Cynthia gave her Lady a nervous smile...."Mistress can punish me wherever and however she wishes...."
love making with her owner had been fulfilling, but secretely Cynthia craved the same dominance she had at first feared when her relationship with Nancy started.
Almost daring herself to do something wrong for an excuse to receive punishment, she looked forward to being ballgagged, tied up and allowed to struggle for her owner's enjoyment....wonder if New York had a lesbian bondage bar.....?
 
Nodding, Nancy pushed the girl to the wall of a building, twirling Cynthia to face it
"Drop your panties, slut." She had a mischevious gleam in her eye as she watched people walk past the two, mistress and slave, without a second glance. She was liking New York,
She waited for her slut to comply, her nipples hardening in excitement under her bra.
 
As Cynthia was pinned against the wall of a building, she momentarily stared around her....people milled past them as if they haven't seen anything.....she was sure the whisper thin leash would have attracted some degree of attention, but this was after all New York city, and things like this was hardly out of the norm.
"yes Mistress," she whispered and quickly grabbed the elastic hem of her panties beneath her short skirt, pulling them off and wadding them in a ball in her hand. she felt so vulnerable and accessible now....Christy looked up and saw her owner's nipples starting to show from under her outfit....
 
Nancy felt her pussy drool at the audacity of her command and the compliance of her slave. When Cynthia had them in her hand, Nancy got close behind her. Then she ran her fingers along the girl's netherlips from front to back and kissed her neck.
"Good girl. In public you will not wear panties unless given permission from now on. Understood, slut?"
 
Cynthia could hardly believe what was happening....her Mistress kissed her then, after shoving the girl's panties in her mouth for a gag, lifted up her skirt and began fingerfucking her!.....broad daylight, thrusted up against a cold brick wall in a side alley with the New York city crowd miling past.
Even this act had somehow become common enough that no one either took notice or raised a hand to prevent what was happening.
As if either of them wanted to stop.....Cynthia was already panting like a puppy, her breasts heaving, her nipples on fire, her cunt aching to be entered.....she anted t be claimed and couldn't care less when where and how......
Cynthia nodded her head in agreement....no more panty wearing in public. Good, that would make quick use of her much more convienient.....
 
The next few days were a blur....the timing had to be perfect for the wedding since people were coming from the other side of the country. Although Nancy's parents were slated to attend, the majority of her guests were either other Dommes or slaves she had trained over the years. As for Cynthia's family, only her brother would be attending, her parents rather uncouthly sending her a message saying they couldn't be part of such a humiliating situation.

Al the days leading to the grand even had gone rushing by, and the time finally came for the big event. Neither Nancy or Cynthia had any sleep the night before and some coffee was the only thing either of them could handle that morning. After one more last minute check to make sure the papers were signed, they called a taxi to take them to a small church. Both girls stared out of the window, knowing the next time they saw the city it would be as a married couple....
Finding a minister wasn't easy----the ceremony was considered unusual and a handful of the clergy had turned them down fr one reason or another but Nancy found one she had met previously at a BDSM munch, one of those ordained through the internet, as if it really mattered to either of them.
The church was hastily put in order with red ribbons running the length on both sides of the pews, a long wide red carpet going from the enterance up to the altar with plenty of white and red roses adorning the entire length. A trellis stood just before the altar where the girls would stand and do their vows.... the wedding was set for noon and by 1100 everyone was there.
Cynthia called her brother back to the dressing room where she was fitting her gown, her bride in an adjoining room doing the same. It was an unusual request but then again, so was this relationship....
Peter, Cynthia's brother couldn't hide the surprised lok on his face when he came into the room and saw the gown end at her waist, her perky upright tits firm.....
"uh, sis," he stammered...."couldn't this wait till you were totally dressed?"
"I am," she replied, fidgeting with her Cinderella collar. After all this time, why did it feel tight?
"look," she continued....."this probably won't be the kind of wedding you're used to attending....I told you a little about us and you need to know just a little bit more. My wife to be is also my Mistress and owner, 'Mistress Nancy' if you want to be formal and I'm her slave...."
Her brother stared....."you mean, like.....uh,...." Cynthia nodded....."yeah, like that, but we love each other unconditionally. Now, I don't want you to freak out, but when it's my turn to go down the aisle, well,......let's just say I'm doing it because not only do I Love her but I am afterall still her slave...."

Nancy stood almost regal looking at the altar as the music started, her handpicked 'best woman' at her side, a breathtaking Asian girl whom Nancy had once trained as a slave. A thin, almost invisible length of golden chain glittered when the light from the windows caught it, running from Nancy's wrist all the way down the aisle and past the doors. The doors re opened at the appointed time and Cynthia entered slowly, the other end of the chain attached to the black crushed velvet Cinderella collar she wore around her neck, her topless gown displaying her beautiful tits, adorned with glittery sparkle, the tiny chrome barbells that pierced her nipples very much in view. Although the guests had all been "advised' ahead of time what to expect, 'oooohs' and 'aaaaahs' rose from the people as she walked nervously down the aisle, one hand picking up the slack from the leash as she proceeded.
The music stopped, the couple, their bridesmaids and best woman all stood as the vows were recited.
"do you, Nancy, take this woman, Cynthia to be your lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health for as long as you both shall live?"
Nancy looked over at the trembling nymph beside her as if for the first time than smiled.....
"I do..."
The minister repeated the same words to Cynthia.....
"I.....I do...."
"then, through the powers that be, by the city and state of New York and the Church of the Holy Orb, I now pronounce you wives to and for each other....."
The minister turned to Nancy....."you may now kiss your bride...."
Her Mistress's kisses were always breathtaking, but THIS one.....! Cynthia almost felt dizzy by the passion that Nancy put into it.....pulling back, Cynthia gazed upon her, Nancy's beauty now being seen by new eyes, the eyes of her new wife......
The organ music resumed, the guests all rose and clapped and the entourage walked back down the aisle, Cynthia perhaps for the first (and most likely only) time walking beside her bride...as her slave, she always kept herself at a respectful 2 steps behind, but this was a special occasion......

The reception took 2 days, the first being what one would call a 'normal' one and the 2nd more geared for the BDSM crowd, with both owners and their slaves in attendance. This was the one Cynthia felt more comfortable in, the slave girls all wearing their prettiest bras and panties, which was the only clothing they were permitted to wear. Cynthia was naked of course.....
When they cut the cake (a 2nd identical one was made), Nancy dabbed frosting on Cynthia's nipples and sucked it off......
Wearing only her high heels, Cynthia felt like a princess and her new bride her queen. Nancy seemed never more alluring aned beautiful than she did now, dancing with her new wife, whispering things in her ear and giggling....
 
A male Dom sat for a long time, his female slave sitting obediently on the floor beside his chair wearing only a bra and panties, her leash attached to her collar and onto his right wrist. He was invited by Nancy through mutual friends but never seen Nancy's slave bride until today. Cynthia was still nude, wearing only her high heels and had danced with a half dozen people so far....
"go tell Mistress Nancy's new wife that I'd like to see her," he ordered, releasing his end of the leash...."there's a small private lounge next to the men's restroom...have her go there..."
Being the man's owner, the slave of course didn't question him. As Cynthia was walking back to her table, the slave came up...."pardon me Miss Cynthia," she said, "you don't know my Master or myself, but he has asked to see you in private.....I believe he has a wedding gift for you...."
Puzzled but on a natural high from both the wedding and the festivities, Cynthia went over to the room. A tall distinguished man in his late 40's was waiting. "Ah, so you're the captivating Cynthia," he said, almost purring as he went behind her to close the door. He also locked it.......
"please, sit down and tell me more about yourself," he said, bringing over 2 glasses of champagne.
For the first time in a long time, Cynthia felt nervous about being naked around strangers, and especially around a man.
"please," she said nervously, refusing the glass and rising up form the couch...."I really must go....it's not polite to have me pull a disappearing act like this...."
The man got up and made it to the door before she had a chance to fumble with the knob.
"I've been watching you for a long time today my dear," he said, an evil grin on his face...."you're beautiful, far too beautiful for any one person to own....why don't you be a good girl and sit here beside me....?" Cynthia panicked and again bolted for the door, but he caught her by the arm and quickly took out a pair of panties and nylons from his pocket, jamming the underwear in her mouth and wrapping the nylons around, sealing her shut.....
"I'm so glad I made my slave bring an extra pair of these," he said, dragging the struggling girl back to the couch and proceeded to take another pair of pantyhose and tied her hands behind her back.
grabbing, gettg Cynthia by the waist, he threw her onto her back....Cynthia tried to scream for help, but her mouth was silenced, only muffled moans issuing from her lips.....she stared up, frantically yanking at her bounds as the man began unzipping his slacks and taking off his shirt.....
"you have a body that's perfect for sex," the man growled as he finished taking off his clothes, his cock springing to life.....climbing onto the couch her forced her legs apart, getting on his knees between them, his cock in hand....Cynthia shook her head, frantically trying to fed her assailant off but it was no use....she kicked him, fighting like a caged animal, doing anything she could to escape but finally his strength and bodyweight subdued her. Closer and closer her crept, his raping tool only inches away.....Cynthia screamed at the top of her lungs.....SOMEONE! ANYONE! HELLLLLP MEEEEEEE!!!!
 
Nancy was on a whirlwind high. The few days leading up to the wedding were a blur but she didn't care. Everytime she looked at Cynthia, her wife to be, her slave, her lover, she smiled to herself with absolute contentment. She saw only the perfect woman for her. It was true that their engagement was short, indeed that they hadn't even known each other long. For a while Nancy put the girl's devotion down to Stockholm syndrome, but she realized that the girl really did love and adore her.
When They finally spoke their vows in fromnt of everyone, Nancy truly felt like a queen. Her best woman looked so happy for them when they kissed that it made Nancy cry with joy, the normally stoic amazon letting tears flow with out a care who saw. This was their day, no other's. She went back for another kiss, ten times more passionate than the first soulful kiss they just had. She broke away and led her slave-bride down the aisle and they began mingling for the reception of the new lesbian couple.
Many people greeted them and offered blessings and so forth, so Nancy hardly noticed Cynthia leave her side. Minutes later though she looked around and didn't see the girl in her proper spot by her side. Concerned but not overly worried, Nancy followed the chain that would lead her to her pet. Thinking she must have just gone to the restroom without disturbing any conversation, Nancy headed that way and picked a bottle of champagne up. She saw the chain lead in a different direction however and when she saw it lead to a closed door, her dark amber eyes darkened to coal.
That's when she heard the scream for help. She burst through the door, changing her grip on the bottle to its neck and saw the foul Dom and what he was about to do.
With a shout of rage, she lunged forth and hit him on the back of the head with the bottle, breaking it into wet shards as he went down in a heap.
She stood there, breast heaving as she looked to Cynthia lying there.
 
Cynthia struggled and fought with very ounce of strength she could muster.....rape was not sex, it was a show of power over someone weaker and the Dom was determined to show the fighting little hellcat just who was now in charge. Cynthia wrestled with the rope holding her wrists together but the slipknot held tight.....
"HHEEEEELLLLP!!!!!" she screamed one final time then winced as he towered over her...the thought of being raped by another, especially a man, repulsed and scared her.....
Literally just in time the door opened and Nancy thundered in like an avenging demon....Cynthia groaned loudly through her gag as her owner came to the rescue....Cynthia stared helplessly as her heroine made short work out of the assailant.....
It still took a while before her breathing and heart rate slowed. Once the gag was taken out of her mouth, Cynthia started crying uncontrollably.....
"I'm sorry Mistress," she bawled...."I'm sorry for being a bad girl...."
she wanted more than ever to show her gratefulness for her rescue and there was no other way she knew.....Cynthia opened her legs, arms now untied and pleading for her wife to make love to her....
 
Nancy shushed her wife with a gentle smile. Leaning over the prone girl, she offered up her large breast to her mouth as she began to rub the naked slut's bare pussy with the palm of her hand.
"Its ok now, my love. Youre safe. I have you."
She pulled out her cell phone and called her best woman, informing her where she was and what had happened. The petite Asian was quietly entering the room in moments, tying up the man as Nancy continued to confort her new bride and ease her traumatised mind.
 
"I----he tried----oh, god!!!!!" Cynthia cried, still trembling at the thought of what was about to happen to her if Mistress hadn't burst in when she did. She had never been penetrated by a man----Nancy was the one that deflowered her---and the vision of the power mad ogre of a man raping her with that cock was something she never again wanted to experience.
Like a mother bird offering food to her starving babies, Nancy lowered her breasts to the shaken girl....Cynthia reacted on instinct, opening up her mouth eagerly to accept the gift and began to nurse, sucking gently on the nipple, opening her legs to give her owner more access to her pussy, slightly rising her pelvis to encourage penetration.....
"please take me home," Cynthia whispered...."I want to make love to you so badly....my heroine...my rescuer....my lover.....my wife...."
 
When they finally returned to the hotel, Cynthia's heart was racing. To thank her lover for her rescue was not even remotely enough, and she knew just what to do to more properly show her love and devotion.
"Mistress, I'm going to ask you to do something for me," she said as they returned to their room.....
Please give me a few minutes and wait in the bathroom?"
Cynthia hurriedly went through her luggage and came out with a white lace wedding night style nightgown, closed in the front by a pink ribbon with matching string lace bikini panties, a white lace garter belt and stockings.....taking a pair of padded handcuffs she laid on the bed, locked her wrists behind her to the headboard and called out to her lover.....

"I'm ready, my beautiful wife......"
 
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