She’s checked out during her checkout

The couple looked me up and down one last time as they checked out and left and I put my items down. I stretched my arms for a moment as I was able to relax but it bore my breasts to the male clerk. He seemed pleased enough but either because of the couple’s comments, their actions, or his desire to look just because he could his eyes drifted down to my pussy, I wish it was tight and dry but my lips were parted and glistening. As a **** these were things I had to think about instead of just being able to wear clothes like a real person. He stared for a while and tried to look disgusted as he was clearly trying to hurt my feelings but his mannerisms showed he was actually loving every second of it.

“Clean yourself. I don’t want the health department up my ass because you decided to leak all over my store.”

I frowned as I wish I could cover it even just with like a piece of tape, anything would be better than always having it out in the open for people to make comments. I just powered through as I took some tissues from the complementary box they kept up there for other slaves and wiped my slit as he watched. I bit my lip as I let myself dig a little deeper than I had to. If I was **** to be horny all the time why not get off a little when I could? I wiped again and I was pretty much clean. I could tell he was aroused but that was almost normal, I guess, for what my life had become. I dropped them in a waste basket as he finished scanning and punching in my items.

“**** ID?”

That’s all I was to him just a naked woman and a number.

“221673”

I wasn’t allowed to have money so I had to give my ID to charge my master’s account.

He typed it in and then I tried to ready myself for one of the worst parts of my new life. When the **** ID was punched in an image would appear. A kind master might put a face but they were allowed to put any image they wanted and my master chose, at his sister’s suggestion, the most humiliating thing possible.

“Verification.” He said and snickered.

I took a deep breath and tried to will myself to do what needed to be done. It always took a while.

“Verification, slut, I don’t have all day. Need I call your master and tell him you’ve been uncooperative?”

That was enough. I had my butt down to a light shade of pink for the first time in my almost year as a **** and I couldn’t take a spanking when everyone gets to see my butt all the time.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes trying to pretend I was somewhere else putting on a show for a woman who didn’t just see me as sexy but loved or at least liked me. I quickly bent over and reached back spreading my cheeks. Yes, my ID picture is my asshole. As I spread them wide exposing my pink butthole and spreading my pussy lips even more he laughed and I felt tears start to well.

“It doesn’t look like an exact match. I think I might need to call over my manager to make sure it’s okay to put on the account.”

I swallowed deeply as I held my position and offered the little and terrible excuse I could.

“It was used recently, sir. That’s why it’s not an exact match.”

I wanted to stand and run but instead I just told him what I had been on the receiving end of. My master had essentially kept his word but his sister was something else entirely.

“Oh, little miss slut takes it up the butt.”

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I held my other cheeks. Feeling air on my butthole so regularly used to be one of the more disturbing sensations of my life as a **** but there was nothing I could do. He’d been looking at my anus for what felt like hours and was definitely at least minutes. I felt more juices flowing and knew he would think that I was getting more aroused from him staring up into my ass.

“Yes, this slut takes it up the butt.” I said trying to earn his favor.

I couldn’t see but I just knew he was smiling. This was probably his favorite part of the job as I doubt even the other slaves had to be put through this.

I heard a loud buzzing as the store speaker turned on.

“Manager for **** verification, make that all managers for **** verification. All employees for **** verification.”

I began to sob but held my cheeks firmly. Knowing everyone see everything was awful but if he called my master it would be even worse. If he called my master for non-cooperative behavior my punishment would be severe. He’d come down and spank me in front of everyone and then make me apologize to everyone individually before I would, under his direction, offer my ass to each of them to be spanked again which they always accepted. My body didn’t belong to me anymore and he always let me know it. Many strangers had gotten to spank me this year.

A crowd began to form as all the employees eagerly answered the call. They all made comments but I couldn’t turn around to see them. The only thing I could do to try to release any energy was squeeze my cheeks even harder but it spread my anus more, and since I had no dignity I did it anyway.

“Bitch is in heat.”

“Probably chose slavery since she loves being naked so much.”

“That’s a nice butthole I’m so jealous of whoever gets to play with it.”

There must have been a dozen people, men and women, staring at my asshole while I was spreading my cheeks and of course that made my pussy even wetter, as I imagined all their eyes looking at me and I felt my juices begin to drip down my legs.

“What seems to be the problem?” Asked a man who sounded authoritative.

“This **** claims she’s the one in the picture but it doesn’t look like an exact match to me.” Said the clerk.

I knew he and probably all of them were looking back and forth at the picture of my butthole and my actual butthole.

“I see what you mean, I wouldn’t want to let her get away with charging the wrong account.” Said the manager.

“The slut claims it’s because her backdoor was used recently and so it doesn’t look as tight as it did in the picture.”

Now everyone knew I had gotten my ass fucked which was even more humiliating but they probably imagined it was my master and not his cruel sister.

“Whore, hold that same position and back up to the counter so I can get a closer look.”

I held my ass cheeks open and awkwardly scooted back until I hit the counter giving them all a closer look at my asshole. I could hear them but couldn’t see them and they could reach out and touch me if they wanted and I’d be the one who got in trouble if I let go of my butt.

“It does look used, maybe she’s right.” Said someone.

‘Mercy, please,’ was all I could think but I didn’t trust any of them.

“Well how do we know her asshole doesn’t always look like this? It’s certainly not an exact match for the picture.”

I bit my lip so I wouldn’t groan as they argued and I tried to remember a time where my asshole wasn’t a conversation piece.

“Hmm, how do we determine that’s what her asshole looks like used?”

A woman spoke. It’s always women who seem to have the worst ideas. I don’t understand it at all.

“Well let’s have her play with her asshole and see what it looks like after.”

They all spoke in agreement. It’s not like I hadn’t played with myself in public since this started but this was a large audience.

“But wait if it’s just butt play she might do it differently to throw us off. How do we make sure she’s doing it like she would if she’s really into it?” Asked the clerk that was my original tormentor of their whole ordeal.

The woman spoke again making sure this got even more horrible as tears streamed down my face.

“We should have play with her pussy at the same time and go until she cums. A bitch like this in so much heat she wouldn’t stray from her normal routine, she’s not smart enough and doesn’t have any self control.”

The manager spoke in agreement.

“You heard it, slut, stay bent over but prove that this is what your asshole looks like after being played with or we’re calling the **** farm.”

I knew better than to argue or explain how this didn’t make any sense. My master would punish me if I didn’t cooperate and then make me do it anyway probably with toys or worse. At least this was only my fingers. That that even feels like a win speaks to how far I’ve fallen.

I released my cheeks and put my left hand over my slit and one finger from my right hand over my asshole while they all watched.

“Your asshole looks like it’s taken more than a finger if your story is true. Use two fingers.” The manager sounded aggressive and I got more scared.

I dragged my right hand over my slit to build some lubrication and of course there was a lot of juices. I then took the two fingers and began to dig them into my asshole as I started to rub my pussy with my left hand. They all cheered and laughed while I cried and to my shame started moaning loudly. No one cared or thought of me as a person, they just thought I was there for their amusement and I pretty much was.

My pointer and middle fingers got into my asshole fairly easily and I pumped them in and out as I rubbed my slit up and down and dug in as I went over my clit and then down again and rubbing side to side and up and down. My nipples hung under me, erect and painful. I moaned loudly And began to shake.

“She’s almost there!”

“Well did you see how much she was dripping? She probably had to cum six times just to get through this shopping trip. **** sluts are always ruled by their cunts.”

I just kept pumping and rubbing trying to get to a climax as soon as possible. I tried to think of anything to make me hornier and of course Lisa’s face and body popped into my head. I wanted to hate her but I missed her so much. I imagined that the fingers were all hers as she always knew just how to touch me. She was a bombshell, red haired, tall and well endowed in both front and back.

I kept going at myself until I finally imagined her kissing me and holding me and I came. I felt juices evacuate out of me as I kept rubbing and pumping, feeling sweat cover me, as I moaned louder and louder. I fell forward onto my chest and my breasts mashed into the ground. I was pretty much stuck there from a lack of energy with my ass in the air and I didn’t even have the strength to pull my fingers out of my ass as my other hand, covered in my juices, fell between my legs.

“What a whore. I can’t believe she just did that. No real person could do that.”

“Well she’s keeping her fingers in her asshole. She’s probably trying to hide her ID because she isn’t who she claims to be.”

I tried to pull my fingers out but I was too weak. I looked to my side and customers were watching me and I was so exhausted I wished I would just fall asleep because in my dreams I’m free.

“Should we call the farm? Or her possible master?”

I shuddered and finally pulled my fingers out of my ass. They all laughed.

“Oh, what do you know? it is her.” Said someone and a bag full of groceries fell on the ground next to me.

I wasn’t sure how to feel but it seemed this ordeal was over. I laid there trying to catch my breath so I could leave.

“Get going whore. No one wants to see you engaging in self **** because you can’t control yourself at all.”

Everyone always pretended they didn’t like seeing this, like I was the problem and not them but I knew these guys would be masturbating to this memory for a long time. I didn’t know if that helped or hurt but I know that back when I owned my own life it was disturb the hell out of me.

I finally picked myself up and with bare feet over the sweaty and juice covered spot on the ground under me, I tried not to slip and got over it and kept walking. Everyone watched me naked and post climax as I tried to leave before anyone made me clean up the mess, which they usually made me do with my tongue. I got outside and took a deep breath trying to think of how I can keep going on like this.

I walked towards my bus stop and hoped no one would bother me.