Mall Chop 2

part 2
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Annette's heart was pounding. She could feel the slightly chilly air around her naked body.
Her breasts swaying with every movement. Her pussy slightly pulled open by her spread legs.

She closed her eyes, trying to get her nerves under control.

'Just one hour. Just one hour.' on repeat in her head.

She felt something rub against her ass.

Her eyes pop open to see Jeff in front of her, giving her a reassuring smile and a small thumbs up.

She had her first customer. Annette was so focused on calming herself down that she didn't hear them talk. Didn't hear the customer buy time with her.

She struggled to see anything, the person's hands traveled over her ass, tracing there way up her back.
Annette could see nothing. No face, no hair, she couldn't even be certain it was a man.

She grew aroused, not just from their touch but the idea of near-total anonymous sex.

Her unknown lover began to fondle her breasts roughly, either inexperienced or just uncaring for her pleasure. She tried to give in to her growing excitement.

With Their hands on her hips, Annette felt something suddenly pierce down her cunt. Too large for fingers. She now knew her mystery partner was a man.

She cursed silently in her head as he started pounding away at her. She wasn't quite ready, so the rough fucking wasn't as enjoyable as it could have been. Although she was thankful that Suffco required all customers to wear a lubed condom. So it wasn't painful, just frustrating.

Annette's tits jiggles with every hard stroke, her neck sliding through the opening of the guillotine. Her shoulders and chin bouncing off the sides. He was fucking her with no regard for her comfort or pleasure.

She was just a sex toy. A cheap or convenient cunt to him. A way to drive foot traffic through the store and attention to the goods for sale to Snuffco.

He stiffened, cock buried to the fullest. She felt it twitch as he came, then leaving her body all together.

As suddenly as her anonymous lover arrived, he left.

"Sorry about that. The first time here can be a bit tough." Jeff spoke approaching her, pulling a moist towelette out of his bag and began cleaning her. He was gentle, but detached with his motions. He was cleaning a dirty sex toy, nothing more.

Annette felt used.

She didn't hate the feeling as much as she thought she would.

"Cutting it close, Jessie." Jeff observed. Annette craned her head toward where Jeff spoke.

A petite girl in a Snuffco employee uniform came into her view. Longish dyed blue hair pulled in a side ponytail. She appeared way too young to be working here. But Snuffco has a tough company policy, mandating all employees and customers that entered the store to be eighteen or older. She moved over toward the box in front of Annette as she replied, "Yeah, yeah. We had some trouble getting Tina charged."

Jessie was followed by a beautiful dark skinned woman. She was tall, even more so compared to Jesse, who looked no more then five-foot even. Annette wasn't gay or even bi but she couldn't help but stare at her large chest. Double D-cups at least. She was completely naked except for a thick metal band around her neck.

"I heard about Kathy." Jesse said looking down at Annette "This the new girl?"

Speaking for the first time since entering the guillotine, "My name is Annette. And I'm just here for.." glancing at the clock, " the next fifty-five more minutes."

With a nod a acknowledgement, Jessie turn back to her display and begin reading some papers in a binder. 'Her script for the show.' Annette presumed.

"Tina." the other naked woman offered her name. She was just standing there showing no discomfort at her nudity. Or apprehension about her fate. Modeling live-spitting wasn't like the guillotine. Once the spit goes through she's dead. Even if it takes a few hours happen.

"How can you be so calm when you're going to be impaled so soon?" Annette couldn't help but ask her.

She let out a small chuckle and said, "It's not my first time." tapping on the collar around her neck.

"A fourteen-hour 'Heavy Duty Life-Tack'." Jeff supplied.

Tina smiled "Today will be my ninth spitting. And tomorrow my sixth hanging." she added.

"As long as her brain and spine don't receive too much damage, the rest of her will heal given time. so long as there's enough left of the individual body part, that is." Jeff supplied slipping into sales mode." The Life-Tack doesn't care how healthy the brain cells are. Just that they are present."

"Haven't been able to eat anything for two weeks now." Tina told. Gesturing to her collar. "Just nutritional paste through the Tack."

"Sounds rough." Annette contemplated living like that. Her survival depending on the nearest available power outlet.

She hated the idea. 'Sounds like hell.' she privately thought.

Tina gave a wide grin. "I had already agreed to roast for my grandfather's birthday next week, so I figured I'd make bank until then."

"Hard-snuff models make four hundred dollars per hour." Jeff added.

"And I've been doing eight hour shifts everyday." Tina finished.

Over fifty-thousand for a little over two weeks work. And no real chance of snuffing it early.

Annette could see the reasoning. If you're going to snuff it anyway, why not?

Jessie and Tina took their places next the box across from Annette, Jessie now wearing one of those headset microphones. An alarm gently chimed, Two o'clock.

Showtime.

The curtains opened and Annette saw the crowd. Maybe fifty people, more or less, watching through the window.

Most were looking at the ebony beauty, but a few were looking at her. Her body flushed with embarrassment. Before today maybe eight people had seen her naked.

Jessie had begun the presentation talking about the 'Mobile Spit-Pit 25'. Talking about the ease of set up, she pressed a button on the box and it slowly hinged open to about four foot long and a little over a foot wide. Two, three foot high spit mounting brackets clicked into place.

Then she began to talk up Tina's meat, offering all the ways you could roast her. Different spices and different sauces, her hands moved over Tina's flesh more to excite the audience more than to inform.

It was working on Annette. She was enamored with the taller girl's body, unsatisfied with her earlier fucking and hornier from Jessie's show she felt a jolt of pleasure as someone drove their cock into her in one stroke.

Annette didn't even try to look at her second customer. She was too focused on Jessie explaining and demonstrating 'The proper tenderizing technique' on Tina's breasts. Her new partner had seemed the same, making long slow thrusts, he was taking his time and enjoying the show.

Or maybe he just liked fucking in font a crowd.

Annette didn't know. And she didn't care.

"And now I will demonstrate the cutting edge 'Artemis Targeting Software' that ensures no Messy accidents. Just perfect spitting every time." Jesse said picking up a four foot long tube that looked similar to a bazooka. The stylized image of a hanging woman that was Snuffco's logo on it's side.

Tina pulled a stabilizing handle out of the mounting strut closest too Annette, bending over it, their faces level. Six feet separated them but Annette could swear they were nose-to-nose. Jessie took her position behind Tina, automatic handheld spitter slung under her arms. Annette felt the ecstasy building in her. Rocking back against her temporary lover.

The machine let out a soft but harsh tone. "No viable path." had Jessie explained to the crowd.

Tina stared into Annette's eyes mirthful grin on her face. "Now for my favorite part." she whispered to Annette, careful not open her mouth to wide.

Then she opened up as wide as far as she could. With a happy sounding tone and a hiss of compressed air Annette's vision focused on the sharp tip of the spit now in front of her, sticking a good foot past Tina's lips.

A powerful thrill shook Annette's body at the suddenness of the spitting. One second she was a woman, the next just meat on a stick.

She was so close to coming, just a little more.

Jeff had gone over to help Jessie lift Tina up on to the supports over the cooking-pit. Tying her arms behind her back and her slightly bent legs to the spit.

Annette could feel her orgasm building. So close..

Suddenly the penis inside her stopped, the man enjoying his own orgasm.

"No!" Annette yelled. "Just a little more!" She desperately moved her hips trying to cum.

But he simply pulled out of her and that was the last she perceived of customer number two.

Jeff returned pulling a towelette out, getting ready to clean her body for her next customer.Tina had begun slowly spinning on the spit. Though no fire was lit under her. It wasn't time to roast her for real yet.

The crowd outside starting to disperse now that the show was over.

"Please…" Annette begged Jeff. "I'm so close to coming! Please help me cum!"

Jeff sadly shook his head as he began mechanically cleaning her, "The stores got policies against employees using company equipment while on the job."

Annette cursed. The reminder her temporary status as property struck a hollow feeling in her gut.

She let her head hang, knees bending a small ways, till sides of the guillotine pushed against her neck, forcing her back to standing straight.

A flash of light outside the window to the mall beyond caught her attention and her breath hitched in her throat.

Standing outside, her phone in hand, was her sister Sara.