The New World (Public Punishment and Humiliation, Femsub, Painplay)

"Wait, no, I didn't mean-"

The words die in your throat. No one around you seems to care; the man you offended least of all. He crosses his arms, eyes flickering over your body. You feel the heat of his hunger. It makes your skin prickle. A little surge dances through you, and you try to find the energy to say something else.

"I'm sorry."

"You know what this means."

"No, please, can't we work this out some other way?"

"You know the law, bitch. You came outside on your own and fucked up. Now you have to pay for it. You know what to do."

Your face is beet-red, blood rushes to it and you tremble in places. Hands scribble for your skirt, and you try not to notice how people in the street stop and stare.

"Hey, what's going on there?"

"Oh, that poor girl messed up. She looks like she' s about to be punished."

"That's hot. Wanna stay and watch?"

You bite your lower lip, but there's no relief or rescue. Your black skirt hits the ground, and your panties go with it. Your pussy is exposed now; the cold air plays against your sensitive skin and you can't help but shake. This whole thing feels like a dream to you. How could it be that only a few years ago, the world was different? it made sense then. Women were equals.

Now you're inferiors.

"Spread your legs and bend over."

"You don't have to do this, I can pay with money,. I-"

"I don't want money!" He snaps. "I want to see your body shaking! I wanna hear you squeal! Bend over against the wall or I swear to god I'll make you strip to nothing at all and ride my cock right here!"

Tears in your eyes, you brace against the wall. It feels like the most **** moment in your life as you spread your legs, pushing them wide so that your ass and pussy is exposed. Your lower lips tingle; a shameful wetness runs between them though you try to blot it out.

This isn't happening. This isn't happening, this isn't happening!

But it is, and you can't deny it anymore when the man's hand slaps down against your ass! The first impact makes you jerk, your cry echoes through the street. More people turn. They can see what's happening! Oh god, there are cameras! Chatter! Laughter!

The man's spanks are hard and unrelenting, raining down on your soft skin. You bite your lips, try not to whine, but he takes sadistic joy in teasing it out of you. You hands curl into fists, clenching against your palm. Each blow makes your legs quake, and you're crying now.

But that doesn't matter to him either. Suddenly, his hand comes up from below, between your spread legs. You squeal as his palm finds your pussy and he grinds the heel of his hand into it until you're a shaking, dripping mess.

"Look at the state of you," he growls softly. "And to think you were so eager to avoid it."

His fingers dip into you, spreading you, stretching you out on the street. You try to cry out in protest, but there's no point. You don't have rights anymore. You're not a person. Not until he's decided your punishment is finished. His fingers are a violation; he doesn't try to make you feel good or tease you with it. He just enjoys holding you open, showing you off. Making you shame with humiliation and terror.

"Look at everyone watching," he whispers to you. "Look at everyone seeing you be a dumb slut. Why don't you turn around for them? Show them your pussy?"

You swallow. Your throat is try, tears run down your cheeks.

"Please no, I-"

"That wasn't a request. Do it or you're going to take my cock in front of them next."

You spin, shaking and whimpering. Your pussy is a soaking mess; little drops mark your inner thighs, and your labia glisten with swollen wetness. Somehow, it would feel less humiliating if you were fully naked, but your shirt and bra still cling to your body. It's only your panties and skirt you lack.

His fingers trace, flicker across your slit. The crowd's murmurs and laughter fill your ears. More cameras. More photos. More people looking at you like you're a thing. The guys are turned on. Eager. The girls are mortified. Some of them want to look away, others seem fixed on the scene. You see empathy, sympathy and pity in their faces.

But none help you. None of them can.

The man's fingers twist upwards now and curl about the hood of your clit. He pinches hard and you squeal! Your legs shake and threaten to fold under you, and your hand lances out to secure itself against the wall. He twists viciously, pain and pleasure and humiliation pound through you all together!

You try to speak, but there are no words. You can only scream and whine and moan. A little, gasping, soaking thing. Your back arches, two fingers enter your pussy while his other hand tortures your clit. His fingers pump, fucking and grinding against your insides as you squeal and try to pull away.

But he has your clit. There is no escape. His thumb and finger pull and punch your most **** location. Your body burns; the feeling is hard and tight and concentrated right between your legs. You're gasping, begging, moaning. Pain and pleasure circle and dance, and your core clenches around his other hand.

Oh god.

Oh god no.

Not like this. Not here!

What's the matter?" The man grins. "Why are you suddenly clenching so tight? You gonna cum? You gonna cum all over my fingers? Right here in front of the crowd?"

You shake your head. Your body leaps as his fingers clench about your clit. Your legs are shaking now. Your whole body has turned into jelly. You try to fight back, but there's nothing left to draw on. Your surfing on the sensation; pain and desire and arousal and pleasure. You're going to cum. You're going to cum in front of all these people.

And you do. With a final, despairing cry, your orgasm crests and your body shakes. You drop to your knees, your face glows red. The waves of pleasure roll and crash through your body, and the sea of people watching lights up with the flashes of cameras.

And as you cum your brains out, you just know that this is one you're not gonna be able to forget for a very long time.