Going to the market

Lucy was studying in the hall when Thomas approached her that afternoon. She spread her legs and looked up. "Go to the market, babygirl. This evening you are going to cook something and we'll eat together." He left some money on the table, patted her on her pussy to urge her to get up.

She nodded in understanding. “Ok”. The weather was not uncomfortable; and she definitely wouldn't be the only naked girl outside on the street, but she wasn’t too fond of going out to the market - for obvious reasons. There were always strange men who would grope her or slap her bum – whatever they thought they could get away with. Have Jeffrey and Thomas fuck her all day long was one thing, and she got used to being tied up day in day out. However, parading outside with her boobs for the world to see was a bit of a challenge and something she thought she’d never get used to. It was a little unfair, in any crowd, men immediately took notice of Lucy because of her large, firm boobs and her slim waist. She envied the less appetizing looking girls for being able to walk outside naked without anybody stopping them and touching them. It had to be her fate, she thought, and in a different world she would have made use of it. In this world she had to endure it.

She took the money, tied a little wallet around her leg, stepped in her sandals and confidently walked out of the door. The first 10 minutes she walked to the market and it was relatively quiet on the streets; she saw a few other young girls diligently doing their tasks, most of them naked. Some girls would wear panties, that was generally accepted but it all depended on their owners. Bras / bikinis were really a no-go, it was just too much of a risk, so topless was the standard for young women. Lucy walked on and saw a few men who stopped and had something to say about her shapes. It was always the same, she thought she’d never get used to it. At the vegetable store, a stranger approached her.

“Hi beauty, you should come home with me". She politely turned down his offer but he decided that he wouldn't leave. Before she knew it, he had his hands on her boobs and started fondling them. "Good girl", he said, as if he had some kind of authority over her. Walking away quickly could get her in more trouble so she said: "I cannot. Jeffrey owns me Sir".

The man didn't bother to look her in the eye: "Of course somebody owns you, but I don't care. I really don't. Tell me, are these tits wet ?" She felt him rubbing his groin right behind her and started pulling and twitching her nipples. They might actually start to get wet, she thought. "They're not Sir. Jeffrey owns me" The best approach was usually to let them a bit and still show ****.

"I don't care baby. I'll make them wet for you." He slapped her boobs twice, with both hands from the sides. "Now look at that!" He slapped them once more from underneath. "That's better. Good girl." He closely watched her boobs with his head above her shoulder, and slapped a few times. Lucy desperately looked around. All she saw was young naked girls with less inviting figures walking past. They just seemed glad that they weren't picked, and quickly moved on. And then there were quite a number of men taking a great interest in Lucy inadvertently displaying herself. "Sorry Sir, Jeffrey owns me."

"I don't care. Come to my house and fuck. Girls with tits like yours they fuck, you know? They fuck a lot, they make money, nobody cares if they have an owner". Lucy felt pretty helpless in these situations, and they happened almost every week. She could only hope that mentioning Jeffrey's name would scare them off. At the same time, she knew that Jeffrey loved seeing her helpless like this. The bystander already had one hand inside her pussy, the other hand was moving sideways over her boobs. All she could think of was saying things that were considered very inappropriate for a ****. After a good 30 seconds, somebody approached the man and whispered something in his ear, to which the man replied :

"But this is madness! He should put her in a house then. I mean look at those. What do you expect ?" He pressed her boobs in between his arms, she felt his groin on her back and then a little wet spot on her lower back. That's when he walked away. Some men were very easy to satisfy, she thought. Lucy walked in the other direction as if nobody had bothered her. He was right, she thought, what can you expect ? Did Jeffrey know that men approached her to come on her, did he care? She was in no position to ever mention it to him, and could only hope that his promise to protect her had any validity on the market.

A few hundred meters further, near another market stall, another complete stranger approached her, he said that he liked what he saw and then he also started fondling her tits.

“Thank you, but Jeffrey owns me Sir”, but the man pretended he didn’t hear her. He was busy trying to squeeze her tits and see if he could have one nipple touch the other, he seemed very happy with what he was doing. He told her he had a **** at home “.. but you are better”. He tried to give her some money. “I cannot accept that Sir, Jeffrey owns me” He kneeded her with both hands. And then with a deep breath he said: "I understand. Thanks cutie. I'm heading home to fuck my **** but I will think about you and nobody else. Now isn't that charming? I'm sure you can learn to enjoy”. He slapped her bum and with that he walked away, pleased with his actions. She could only hope she had made him a little more happy. Lucy bought the tomatoes and the meat, and on the way back home she felt another loose hand hitting on her boobs and a few more slaps on her bum from strangers and that was it. Just 45 minutes and this had been quite a normal day out. Groping and all that had become the standard behavior for men. It really seemed like the wild west for young women, she thought, but at least the men didn't bother young teens. She was learning to cope with it, but to enjoy it was a step too far . What could she do ? Thomas and Jeffrey kept on sending her to the market several times a week for almost no reason. Lucy hated it but she was not in a position to complain.