[Pet Panties Inc 03] • Controlled in the Market

A day in the market starts out as innocent, but soon becomes the scene for the perverse wants of a secret adversary. Jenna had planned to simply buy groceries, until a strange tent full of bright lights and music drew her in, and a compelled purchase of some innocuous panties turned out to be anything but innocent. This sensual, dirty 6k word tale is full of mind control, forced exhibition, humiliation, and a reluctant gangbang.

WARNING, THIS STORY IS FOR ADULTS ONLY AND CONTAINS GRAPHIC SCENES OF A SEXUAL NATURE

Excerpt-----

Gripping the railing, she descended down towards the sand below, planning to use the shadow of the docks to take a short cut back to her apartment. Jenna knew it would be quieter here, perhaps even empty, since no one walked under the pier; Most used the sunny beach or black top.

Thus, when she rounded the bend and looked up at her destination, she was baffled by the group of young men who were reclining in the shadows. They seemed her age, or close, a trio who looked bored and simply trying to escape the harsh sun. Leaning against what appeared to be a forgotten, unused bike rack, they glanced up at the sight of her, and she tried to calm her features, to control her breathing and look less of a mess.

One of them smiled, a sly curl of their mouth, and she felt a spark of fear and, irritatingly, arousal.

Shivering, she stood straight, bags in her hands and heels stepping unsecured in the shifting sand. The distance past them seemed to stretch forever, and she hoped, as she moved within a few feet of them, that her body's apparent insistence to swing her round ass and the shape of her firm nipples through her dress wouldn't draw their attention.

It was a futile wish.

“Hey there, cutie,” one of the men called out, his green eyes glinting in his sharp face. “Come here a sec.”

Jenna had a basic plan, a simple goal to just push on ahead and ignore them. Astoundingly, her being seemed to argue with her wants. At the man's request, she paused, turning to change course and head towards the group. Her face registered her shock, while at the same time, her lower belly throbbed with a new spark of desire.

The men seemed shocked, but they sat up around the bike rack, smiling wide, their grins hinting at a wild sort of hunger. The one who had spoke first looked her up and down, a slow motion of appreciation as she came to stand within a few feet. “Well, hello there, sweety. I'm Jim, what's your name?”

“Jenna,” she blurted, then bit her lower lip. 'Why am I answering him?' Her heart was pounding with a surge of anxiety, all the while, she was acutely aware of the pooling sticky mess in her panties.

The man who called himself Jim tilted his head, gesturing to the other two behind him. “That big guy is Phil, and this is Travis. What brings you out today, babe?”

Her eyes ran over the trio, plush lips parting unbidden, and she was beginning to truly become concerned with how she was placidly acting. “I needed to get groceries.” Lifting the bag of fruit, she frowned mildly when Jim took it, opening it with his buddies. The yellow bananas were pulled free, and the blonde one, Travis, snickered.

“Bananas? Nice.”

Jim chuckled, but his eyes were full of intrigue, not humor. He waved a hand, motioning her closer. “Come have a seat with us, babe.”

The brunette looked from the green eyed man, to the bike rack, and she stepped forward. Jenna had planned to, at most, lean on the metal device like they all were. However, it seemed her body had other ideas. To her horror, and the clear surprise of the gathering, she placed her palms on the long, cool pole. Easily, she lifted a knee, sliding her leg over until she was straddling the bike rack. The steel was pressed up, intimately, against the damp slit of her panties, her thighs cradling it tight like a witch on a broom.