We had eaten breakfast, Collette and Melinda even more giddy than they had appeared last night.  They were looking forward to their shopping trip, anxious to get ashore and marvel at the fashions that the myriad stores offered.  We had eaten with the women chatting giddily, enjoying the breakfast of French toast and sausage.  I had to wonder if Jacques was as delighted to be visiting his home country and prepared breakfast as a sort of tribute.

    Standing on the deck, the sea air blowing our hair we held onto the rail, watching as the shoreline grew closer.  An announcement sounded over the intercom instructing the deck crew to report to the bow to prepare the ship for docking in the calm port.  The shore grew closer and we watched as we passed the seawall into the port.  

    Ten minutes later, the ship a flurry of activity, another announcement rang through the ship, "Collette's Dream is docked."

    We watched as the deck crew scurried about, preparing the ship for receipt of the gangway that would allow us to step foot onto French soil.  We watched with fascination as a crane lowered the steel walkway into place.  The captain approached, his face a smile.

    "Mistress, we are docked in CCollettes.  Customs is located just to the left when you exit the gang plank.  They have been informed of the shopping expedition, and that you will not be removing anything from the ship.  That should speed things along considerably.  I have also arranged for some money to be delivered to you in French francs.  If you need more, just let me know and I will see that it happens."

    He answered her unspoken question by handing her a cell-phone.  "It is also a two-way radio, just speak into it and someone here will answer."

    Collette thanked him, taking the phone from his hands.  "How long until we can leave the ship?" Collette inquired.

    As if in answer to her question another announcement rang out, "the ship is free to depart."

    "Thank you,"  Collette said to the captain.  She turned towards the dockside of the ship, "you coming?" She asked over her shoulder.

    We followed Collette as she left the ship, gliding down the gangplank with regal grace.  We entered customs, and as promised, we were whisked through without any problems.  We left the large customs building and walked out onto the bustling CCollettes street.

    The beach curved off to our left; beautiful people sunning on the white sand.  Children screamed happily as they played in the warm water of the Mediterranean sea.  Topless women sunned their breasts, their lovers adding oil to their skin.  Vendors hawked their wares, shouting in French, offering drinks and ice cream.  It seemed touristy to me, and I laughed.

   We skirted the beach, heading into the city.  Beautifully architectured buildings stood proudly, the history of the city written on their weathered facades.  Shopkeepers stood outside their stores, calling into the busy street, trying to entice people into their stores to purchase their wares.

    Walking deeper into the city the stores changed from slick shops of commercialized property to the more affluent and less mainstream items.  Collette led us further away from the coast and as she and Melinda chatted Travis and I walked behind the two women, silently following. 

    We turned into the first of many stores.  Evening gowns and dresses of all shapes, sizes and colors lined the walls and stood proudly on mCollettequins.  The mCollettequins looked beautiful dressed in the clothes, and it dawned on me how absolutely stunning the clothes had to be to make the artificial forms look as well as they did.  

    Travis and I served silently as assistants.  We carried the clothes that the women wanted to try on with them to the dressing room, and with a flash of paper money the proprietor of the store allowed Travis and I to accompany the women into the changing rooms.  I helped Collette undress and when she dawned the first dress, an exquisite silver gown that danced just inches above the floor, I zipped up the back.

    "Wow," I smiled, impressed with how well the dress fit and how beautiful she looked in it.  The mCollettequins had nothing on Collette.

    "Thank you," she returned my smile, "it is lovely."

   Collette pirouetted, spinning around to view the dress in the mirror.  She paused, gripped the dress at her waist and spun slightly, like a lady on an old fashioned Southern estate.  Collette, smiling a huge grin, began to pull the dress off of her shapely body.  "I will take it," she commented, reaching for the next dress.  The second dress was a backless, black garment.  She draped it over her shoulders and twisted sinuously, dropping the dress.  It fell down her body to hang magnificently.     

    Once again she admired the dress in the mirror, and once again she decided to keep her choice.  We spent about an hour in the first store, and Collette bought seven dresses, only two not looking marvelous on her.  We met Melinda outside the changing room, Travis sporting four dresses that Melinda had wanted.  We paid for the purchases and left the street, arranging for the purchases to be delivered to the ship. 

    Travis and I walked behind Collette and Melinda as we walked along the busy streets.  They would look in the windows, window shopping, talking in French.   I heard Travis gasp, and I wondered what the two women were discussing.  My French was lacking, I realized, listening to the rapid discussion the two women were engaged in.  Travis said nothing, just quietly walking along behind the two beautiful women. 

    "Look at that," Collette said, looking at a leather skirt resting on a plastic mCollettequin, and before we could react, Collette had darted into the store.  

    Melinda, Travis and I followed Collette into the shop.  I was surprised to find that the store was a sex shop, selling lingerie, leather, videos, and toys.  Racks of videos lined the walls, pictures of beautiful women and well-endowed men plastered on the colorful boxes.   Shelves of shoes stood directly in front of the door, and off to our right a wall was covered with plastic cocks, butt plugs, artificial cunts and bottles of lubricant.  

    Racks of clothes were resting on hangers, lingerie and leather, contrasting beautifully.  Collette spotted the leather skirt and pulled it from the steel rack happily.  She carried to the counter to talk to the man behind the counter that sat rigidly just to the left of the door.  She spoke rapidly, the language flowing off her tongue.  "Fine," she said in a huff.  She returned to my side and with her eye on the man behind the counter she unfastened her shorts and pulled them off.  She stood in the store wearing her soft white panties and top.  Still looking at the worker she donned the skirt.  It fit perfectly. 

    Just as defiantly she removed the leather skirt and donned her shorts again.  "I'll take them," she announced.  She had obviously been told that there was not a changing room, and had decided to try them on anyway.   Her confidence spurred her activity, and Melinda was laughing at the audacity of her display.  "We need some toys why we are here."  Turning to me she chuckled, "I wonder if they will have a place for you to try on a butt plug?"  

    I swallowed, catching her meaning.

    Collette laughed at my fallen face.  Smiling broadly she crossed the room, "follow me."

    I walked behind her as she led me to the wall containing the sex toys.  She reached for a medium sized butt plug when a dildo caught her eye.   She dropped her hand, took three steps and picked up a large dildo.  It was about ten inches long and almost three inches around.  She was cooing merrily, happy with her discovery.  She looked to her left and saw a thick leather harness with an opening for the dildo.  "Looky," she giggled as she strapped the artificial cock to her hips 

    Collette picked up a package of lube and while staring at the man who stood, mouth agape, as he watched the scene unfolding before his eyes, she opened the safety seal.  "Are you sure you don't have a changing room," Collette asked in her perfect French. 

    He replied that he did not.

    Collette turned to me, "drop your shorts, slut," she breathed.

    I obeyed, dropping my shorts and skivvies to my ankles.  My cock hung limply, and my face turned crimson.  Melinda and Travis stepped forward to watch Collette take my ass in the middle of the store with the cock jutting proudly from her hips.  With Collette directing me I spun around and bent over.  I obeyed her commands and reached behind me to hold my ass open to her probing cock.

    She took her time, inching forward as I shook slightly, my hands holding myself open to her.  I looked up at the incredulous look of shock on the shop keepers face.  He was talking rapidly, "non, non, non," he was trying to stop Collette from her chosen course, but her mind was made up and she wouldn't be denied.  And I would not deny her.

    She stopped, the head of the dildo inches from my ass.  She opened the lube and coated the artificial penis with the slippery substance.  She looked into the mans face as he stood behind the counter as she stepped forward, sliding the dildo into my ass with one quick motion.  She sank the cock fully into my ass, her thighs rubbing against the back of mine.  When the dildo was fully seated she began to piston her hips, fucking me rapidly.

    I moaned in muted pleasure and embarrassment.  I had grown to enjoy the pleasure of a cock slipping from my ass and slamming back in.  I had never had a cock take me in an open forum, and my face was burning at the fact.  I was being fucked in a store, Collette's hips thrusting merrily in the center of the store.   Melinda began to run off loudly, talking in rapid French.  Collette turned to face her.  "Oui," she acknowledged the spoken question.

    Melinda smiled, turned to Travis and spoke confidently. 

    I glanced at Travis from my bend positions.  My face withered in surprise as I saw him begin to strip.

   Melinda crossed the room and grabbed another dildo.  She reached for a leather harness and stopped, smiling.   Turning to Travis she spoke, her accent thick, "why don't you prepare me for your ass.  Grab a harness and attach it to my hips.  Then when you are done, you can mount my cock."  Her words were throaty and Travis hurried to obey.

    Travis crossed the room and pulled a harness from the wall.  He stepped behind Melinda and buckled the harness to her hips.  He stepped in front of her and pulled the dildo from her hands.  With deliberate motions he pushed the dildo through the ring of the harness, trapping the rubber invader in its protective sheathe.   He then reached between Melinda's legs to buckle the center strap in place behind her, the strap taut in the cheeks of her shorts covered ass.

    Travis crossed in front of Melinda and picked up the open bottle of lube that Collette had used on her dildo, the dildo that Collette was holding within the confines of my ass.  He looked into Melinda's eyes as he lubricated the large phallus jutting from her hips.  He finished lubricating the artificial cock and then set the lube on the floor. He turned around, bent forward, and presented his ass to Melinda.   "Fuck me, mistress," he whimpered, and I didn't know if it was a nervous twitch in his voice, or anticipation.

    Melinda complied, she began to piston her hips, pulling the artificial cock from his ass and then slipping it back rapidly.  Collette matched her pace, fucking me with the same tempo that Melinda was fucking Travis.  It was an erotic scene, two men being taken anally by two women in the middle of a sex shop.  The shop keeper looked on in incredulous wonder, amazed at the audacity of the women and the supplication in the men.

    The door opened, and a young couple came in.  The man was wearing a leather jacket with jeans and a black turtle neck sweater.  It didn't seem to match, looking out of place compared to the lovely floral dress the woman was wearing.   They watched in and I looked up to see their jaws drop in surprise.  The man, speaking French, said, "look Marleen, that is what I call power."  I didn't understand the words, but I did understand the blush that filled her cheeks.

    The couple stepped through the store, the woman, Marleen, keep stealing glances at the display we were putting on.  Collette and Melinda continued to fuck our asses, pounding into us.  Collette spoke to Melinda and with a nod of assent the dildo was pulled from my ass.  Melinda slipped her cock from Travis' ass and crossed the room. I felt her dildo press against my ass as she and Collette traded places; Collette fucked Travis, and Melinda fucked me.

    The young French woman gasped at the size of the dildo when the women passed each other.  She was obviously interested in the show, her eyes never far from the display.  The man with her spoke again and once again she blushed.  She crossed over to speak with Collette.  They chatted, Collette never missing a stroke as she continued her assault within Travis' bowels.   "Oui," Collette said excitedly. 

    I was unsure as to what was said but the blush on Marleen's face deepened as I watched from my bent position as she reached under her dress and slipped her panties down her legs.  She stepped out of the bright green thong and with Collette's playful urging she tossed them to the cashier.  His shock was growing as the new couple joined in on Collette's play.  He brought the panties to his nose and with a smile he crossed the room to lock the door.  He didn't want the show to be interrupted, anxious to see where it would end.

    Collette pulled her cock from Travis' ass and crossed the room to speak with the oddly dressed man, her cock leading the way.  They chatted briefly, a laugh erupting from his throat as they continued to speak.  Collette, a smile lighting her face crossed to Melinda.  They spoke as well and I heard a soft moan escape Marleen's lips.  Melinda seemed to agree and I couldn't help but be as apprehensive as Marleen seemed to be.  Collette crossed the room one last time and I watched her pay the shop keeper a large sum of money.

    He accepted the cash and gave free reign to Collette for whatever the group had plColletted.  Melinda pulled her cock from my ass and I was surprised how empty I felt.  Collette and Melinda unstrapped the dildo's from their hips and we watched as the cashier pulled two metal chairs from behind the counter. Collette and Melinda affixed the harnesses to the chairs, each chair sporting a cock sticking proudly up from their centers.  Following Collette's direction, Travis sat on the first one, the dildo fully planted in his ass. 

    The dildo from the second chair was removed and a much larger artificial cock was attached.  The second cock was almost fourteen inches long and about twice as thick as the one that had just been pulled from my ass.  It looked impossibly long and just as thick.  I was swallowing nervously as I pondered sitting on the monster cock.

    Melinda grabbed some leather straps and bound Travis to the chair.   She tied his thighs to the bottom of the chair, and strapped his chest to the back of the chair.  He was securely bound, shaking futily in his bonds.   "Dennis," Collette commanded me, "why don't you get him hard," she directed me.

    I knew it was not a request and I walked the short distance to his side.  I reached my hand out tentatively and Collette interrupted me, "use your mouth."  I swallowed heavily but obeyed, dropping to my knees to wrap my lips around Travis' limp cock.  My darting tongue and the deep probe of the dildo had its effect and Travis' cock became hard easily. 

    "Very good," Collette said, repeating the words in both English and French.  "Now," she said to me in English, "you have a place to sit." 

    I complied with her demands, slipping Travis' erection into my ass.   His cock was hotter than the dildo and a bit smaller.  It was an awkward position, sitting on his lap.  Travis was bound effectively to the chair and could not shift position to have me sit in his lap more comfortably.  I could feel his heart beat as his cock throbbed in my ass.  He was excited, my pseudo-blow job starting his excited climb.  My feet barely reached the floor, my naked toes pushing against the cold tile.  Collette spoke again, commanding Marleen to take my cock in her mouth.

    "Now," Collette explained in both French and English, "whoever comes first, Travis or Dennis, will sit on the free chair.  Marleen will try to make Dennis come with her mouth, Dennis you will try to make Travis come with your ass.  I will start a clock, if neither Dennis or Travis comes in five minutes, then Marleen will sit on the cock.  Any questions?"

    There were none.

    Looking at a clock above the register, Collette said, "go."

   Marleen began to pull my cock into her mouth, and sliding her tongue along the hard flesh.  Her mouth was exquisite, the pleasure wonderful.  I moaned in delight, my head tilting back to smack  Travis on his face.  Not wanting to mount the huge dildo, I began to climb off of Travis' cock, rising up on my toes.  As I shifted position, Marleen's mouth slipped off my cock.  I continued to ride Travis' cock, feeling his penis filling my ass. 

    Collette, Melinda and the two men were looking on with heated excitement as Marleen inched forward and once again pulled my cock into her mouth.  She sucked my prick, licking the soft underside with her talented tongue.  I dropped back onto Travis' penis and pulled upward, fucking myself with the hard flesh of Travis' penis.   I heard Travis moan and gasp in despair as he ejaculated, spilling he seed into the confines of my ass. 

    "Very good, slut," Collette said to me.  She pulled Marleen away and told me to stand.

    I climbed to my feet, feeling the warm sperm sliding slowly from my ass.  Melinda began to unfasten the straps from Travis and the chair.  Melinda spoke in French to Travis, pointing to the chair.  With slow movements, Travis walked over to the huge cock and pressed his ass against the freshly lubricated invader.  He grunted in pain, the dildo pushing against his ass, but not slipping in.

    "I can't," he whimpered in French.  "It is too big."

    "Nonsense," Collette said, "Dennis, show him that it isn't too big."

    I looked at the dildo with trepidation, the size daunting.  "Yes, mistress," I said.  I stood over the monstrosity, squatting until the huge head pressed against my leaking ass.   I grunted and sucked in a breath of wet air through clenched teeth as I sank down onto the gargantuan invader.  The sperm in my ass acted as an additional lubricant and very slowly I felt the huge cock spreading my ass, penetrating me deeply.

    I sank lower, breathing heavily, throaty sounds of discomfort hitching from my mouth.  Ever so slowly I sank down, the cock filling me more and more, each inch a mile to my stretched and throbbing ass.  Finally my ass pressed against the seat of the chair, the cock fully impaling within my ass.   "It...its...in," I stammered.

    "See, Travis," Collette said, smiling broadly, "it is possible.  Dennis you can stand and let Travis take his seat."

     I inched higher, the dildo sliding slowly from my ass.  A moan escaped my lips when the dildo pulled free.  I stepped away from the chair, giving Travis access to the menacing cock.  Travis looked at me as he passed as if saying, "thanks," crossing to stand before the chair.  He turned around and lowered his ass to the monster cock, the head of the dildo pressing against the puckered ring of his anus. 

    "All the way down, Travis," Melinda said, watching with excitement.

    Grunting in pain, the dildo filled his ass.  He was straining to lower his ass onto the huge invader.   "Yes," Melinda breathed, "very good.  All the way down, sweetie.  Can you feel the cock filling you?"

    "Yes, God yes," he was breathing heavily, hissing as the large cock slowly filled his ass.

    With the cock fully seated, Melinda found some rope and quickly bound Travis to the chair, running the rope around his chest and the back of the chair.  Another loop of rope bound his feet to the sturdy legs of his perch and a third spun its way around the chair seat and his thighs.  Melinda was satisfied with the way the white rope bit into his skin and how helpless he was bound tightly to the chair, his cock stretched by the invading cock.

    "I love this," Collette said, looking on at the completely plugged Travis.  She turned to me, "we can't have your ass empty, now can we?"

    "No, mistress."

    "Good.  Hand me the harness with the dildo.  I want to fuck you."

    I hastened to obey.  I grabbed the leather harness and began to affix the leather harness to her hips.  I tightened the belt and pulled the crotch strap through her legs and attached it to the belt.  The cock stood proudly, pointing into the room.  "I changed my mind.  I want you to fuck you.  Mount my cock and fuck yourself."

   I obeyed, bending at the waist, my ass inches from the dildo jutting from Collette's hips.  I inched backwards, sinking on the cock, until my legs brushed against Collette's thighs.  I rocked forward, my hands pushing off of the floor to provide the leverage needed to fuck myself on Collette's cock.  Slowly the dildo pulled from my ass and then I rocked backwards, sinking the cock back into my ass.

    Collette looked at Travis as he wiggled on the cock fully buried in his ass, suffering with soft whimpers as the monster cock stretched his ass, the rope biting into his skin.  She lowered her eyes to watch as the cock attached to her hips sank once again into my ass.  Her eyes glanced from Travis to my ass and back to Travis.  Melinda was standing next to Travis moaning at his whimpers.  The turtle-neck man turned to Marleen and whispered to her.  With a blush on her face she walked across the room to speak with Marleen.

    "Will you fuck my ass?" she asked, her face crimson.

    "Yes," Melinda perked up, smiling broadly.   "Grab the harness and put it on me."

    Marleen hung her head and hastened to obey.   

    Melinda stared down as Marleen's shaking hands affixed a thick leather harness to her hips.  She was breathing heavily, excited as to how the morning was shaping up.  The shopping trip to find clothing for Collette had escalated rapidly into an erotic encounter that promised to get better as the day progressed.  The cute woman that was attaching the harness to her hips had excited her with the nervous timbre of her voice.  The supplication she displayed when asking for her ass to be filled, when she so clearly did not wish it done, was electric.  

    With the dildo firmly attached to her hips Melinda beckoned Marleen to bend over, to take the position I was in.  She obeyed silently. Melinda coated the artificial cock and eased it into Marleen's ass.  Melinda watched as I fucked myself on Collette's cock, and she matched my slow rhythm.  With each thrust I made onto the dildo attached to Collette's hips, Melinda lunged into Marleen.  Each time I pulled the cock from my ass, my fingers sliding across the floor, Marleen pulled the cock from Marleen.  It was an erotic double penetration, the fluorescent lights of the shop shining down clearly illuminating the scene.

    The turtle-necked man crossed over to talk to Melinda.  She smiled, giggled happily, and without missing a stroke said, "that's a good idea."  She looked at Travis, "since Dennis sat on the cock as well, it isn't really a punishment, now is it?"  She didn't wait for an answer, "so after talking with Samuel here, we decided that it would be hot to watch you suck his dick. Won't it be fun to have a cock in both our your openings?"  She paused, "first, let's make sure you don't get away."

        Samuel, his turtleneck shirt, leather jacket and unkempt hair seemed elated that Melinda had agreed with his request.  He crossed over to stand before the silent Travis until Melinda finished binding him.  I could only watch from my prone position, my ass still rocking on Collette's cock, as Samuel unfastened his jeans.  He pulled his erect cock from the blue denim and slowly fed his cock into Travis' mouth.

    Travis knew better than to disobey and with all eyes on him he swallowed Samuel's cock.  His lips caressed the turgid flesh of Samuel's penis and as he sat uncomfortably on the impossibly huge dildo he sucked on the thick shaft of Samuel's cock.  He played his tongue along the sensitive shaft and I heard Samuel moan in delight.

    "Do swallow it all, Travis," Melinda commanded, her cock still driving into Marleen's soft ass.  

    We watched as Travis continued to suck the cock that filled his mouth, bulging his red cheeks.  He was sitting on the monster cock, the huge dildo filling his ass while Samuel fed him his cock.  He had a cock in his mouth and ass, he was doubly filled, and the blush on his cheeks seemed to relay that fact.  His head bobbed, pulling Samuels cock from his mouth, before slowly sliding it back in.  Over and over he repeated his sucking strokes until Samuel gripped his hair, grunted in delight and began to ejaculate into Travis' mouth.

    Travis obeyed Melinda and swallowed the hot seed that flooded his mouth.  Samuel kept his hands locked on Travis' head until he was spent.  With his cock flaccid, he pulled his organ from Travis' warm mouth, smiling broadly. "Trés bien," he said.  Travis was swallowing, sliding his tongue from his mouth, running it along his teeth, trying to rid his mouth of the taste of Samuel's sperm.

    Melinda had stopped fucking Marleen to watch the culmination of the scene between Travis and Samuel, but I had kept rocking on Collette's cock, easing her ability to watch as the blowjob unfolded.  "Very good," Collette had to agree, her cock still filling my ass in slow, even strokes.

    "Did you like that Travis?" Melinda asked, giggling at the flush on his cheeks.

    "Yes, mistress," he admitted, his erect cock proving his words.

    Taunting him with her words, "you like being my little cock sucker, don't you?"

    "Yes," he whispered, his eyes cast down.

    Still teasing him with her tone and choice of words, "well then, I guess we should find another cock for you to suck, shouldn't we?"

    He looked into her glinting eyes, was she serious? Dropping his head again he whispered the words she wanted to hear, "yes, mistress."

    Smiling at his answer, and slightly surprised by it, Melinda called the shop keeper over to her.  She whispered into his ear and he smiled, nodding energetically.  "It seems," she said in French, "that Michel here would like to feel your lips around his cock.  Seems it is your lucky day."

    "Yes, mistress," Travis muttered and watched as Michel crossed the room to stand before him.

    Once again Travis wrapped his lips around an erect cock, sucking Michel's penis, sliding his tongue along the turgid flesh.  Michel was groaning in pleasure, his hands gripping Travis' hair, holding his cock within the warmth of Travis' mouth.  Michel came quickly, filling Travis' mouth with his seed.  Travis swallowed the load dutifully.

    "Very good," Melinda said in French, "you are quite the expert, aren't you?  Have you been practicing when I wasn't around?"

    "Non," he shook his head, watching as Michel returned to stand behind the counter to take in the activities that filled the store.  

    "Don't move," Collette told me.  I felt her unfasten the harness from her hips, freeing her body from my ass.  She reversed the straps and buckled the leather harness at my waist, trapping the cock inside my ass.  With a grin on her face she grabbed a lock from a nearby shelf and after opening it, locked the harness to my hips.  She took the two keys to Michel, "can you have these delivered to the ship for me?  I won't be needing them until tonight."

    "Oui," he acknowledged with a nod.  Michel made a telephone call and within moments a soft knocking sounded from the door.  Michel opened the store and handed the keys to the harness to a young man, barely twenty.  They spoke a few words and I noticed the keys to the harness being given to the young man.  He sped away, and I knew what it signified; the dildo was staying in my ass until we returned to the ship later that night.

    Michel locked the door again and regained his vigil behind the counter.  He looked on with bemusement, a grin on his face.  "The keys will be delivered to your ship, Madam," he informed Collette in his native French.

    "Merci, Michel," she smiled.  She turned to look on as Melinda continued to thrust her artificial cock within Marleen.  "Having fun?" she asked.

    "Oui," Melinda replied, never missing a stroke.  She continued to thrust her fake cock into Marleen's accepting ass, her thighs slapping noisily against Marleen's.

    Collette just smiled.  She began to walk through the store, looking at the items that lined the shelves.  Her hand trailed over plastic cocks, fake pussies, butt plugs, and double-ended dildos.  There were bottles of lubricant and massage oils of various colors and flavors; peach, kiwi-strawberry, cherry and orange.  She was eyeing the wares in anticipation, thoughts of their use running through her head.      

    Collette approached a rack of leather clothing and eyed it with appreciation.  "Dennis," she beckoned me over, "come here."

    Walking tenderly, the captive dildo slipping slightly in my ass, I crossed to stand by her side.  She was pulling some leather clothing off of the rack, telling me to hold them.  A leather vest, three pairs of leather pants, and a large leather skirt were soon resting in my arms.  

    The next rack held leather lingerie, and soon a leather garter belt and a soft leather teddy were in my arms as well.  Pointing to the back of the room Collette announced, "I think we need a fashion show."  She turned to me, "please model the selections for me."  As I turned towards the rear of the store she handed me a pair of black nylons, "you will need these too."

    I took the proffered items and gingerly completed my journey to the rear of the store.  All eyes were on me, Collette smiling broadly, Melinda slowly fucking Marleen, Michel and the shopkeeper, even Travis, sitting uncomfortably on his perch were eyeing me with interest.  I draped the items Collette had selected on a rack of women's lingerie and grabbed the first pair of pants.

    "Stockings and garters," Collette called out with a grin.

    I set the pants on the rack and picked up the garter belt.  I looked at it briefly and hooked the retaining clasp in front of me. I slid the belt around, the leather straps hanging down my thighs.  I then opened the package of nylons.  I balled the first one in my hands and began to pull the flimsy material up my legs.  My leg hair stuck out between the stitches, looking out of place. 

    Doing the same to the other nylon, I pulled it into place. I worked the four clasps from the garter belt down and began to affix them to the stockings until all four were pulling erotically against the nylon of the stockings.  I heard Collette's approval ring out as I grabbed the original pair of leather pants.  The pants fit snugly over the leather harness holding the dildo in my ass, but they didn't look that bad.

    Keeping with the theme of a fashion "show," I proceed to mince towards the center of the store where Collette was leaning against a rack of footwear; high-heeled shoes and boots.  I spun, the cock shifting in my ass causing me to wince with a sharp intake of air, and proceeded to return to the rack that held my outfits.

    With all eyes on me, I removed the first pair of leather pants and grabbed another.  The second pair fit looser over the harness and I wondered briefly if Collette chose the with the idea of me wearing the harness in the future; knowing I would need something to wear over it.  I fastened the second pair and once again I made the tentative walk through the store, modeling the pants.

    I walked back to my starting point, and removed the leather pants.  I grabbed the last pair of pants and found I could not fasten them.  They would not fit around the thick leather of the harness and looking into Collette's knowing face I proceeded to remove them.  I set the pants aside and grabbed the leather skirt.  I pulled the feminine garb up my legs and fastened them behind me.  The skirt came to my knees, and my stockings were plainly visible as I proceeded to walk through the store again.

    When I stood before Collette, and proceeded to spin to return to the rack holding my outfits, she stopped me.  She grabbed a pair of high-heeled shoes, judging them to be my size, and sent me back to try them on.  "Add the vest," she prompted as I walked with my newest wardrobe item.  I donned the vest, two buttons holding it together at my chest.  I sat Indian-style, flashing my crotch under my skirt, and proceeded to don the shoes.  I buckled them in place, the heel a full four inches, and wobbly rose to my feet.

   I stood on unsteady feet, shaking in the unfamiliar high-heeled shoes.  Wobbling on the high heels, the cock shifting even more within my ass, I walked to the front of the store again.  The dildo felt huge as I walked on unsteady legs, my shifting body escalating the sway of the cock in my ass.  I moaned as the dildo fucked me, inching across the floor.

    I looked like a caricature of a woman, wearing a garter belt and stockings with a leather vest and skirt on unfamiliar high heels.  I swayed as I walked, my ankles feeling weak as I walked forward.  I stopped in front of Collette, spun around, and began the slow trek back to the rack of clothes.

    I pulled off the skirt and vest, and Collette's voice rang out, "keep them on," as I dropped my hands to remove the shoes.  With a huge smile on her face she called me to her side.  Once again I wobbled through the store, no longer wearing the vest or skirt.  I moaned as the single strap running between my ass pushed against my balls, pinning them against my thigh.  My hand dropped down to ease some pressure as I stood next to Collette.  

    "Michel," Collette called out, "would you be so kind and untie Travis for me, please?" she asked in French.

    Curious as to what she was thinking he answered, "of course."

    Collette walked through the store and grabbed some nylon straps from the wall containing the bondage gear.  She returned to my side and told me to lie, face up on the cold linoleum floor of the store.  I dropped gently to my knees, the cock shifting in my ass as I did.  I propped myself up with my hands and rolling over, I took the desired position, lying prone.

    Michel began to unfasten the white rope that held Travis firmly seated on the huge cock.  Michel took Travis hand and pulled him off of the perch.  The cock was coated in a thick almost clear fluid, the remains of the lubricant that had allowed the monster to be fully inserted.  Leading Travis by the hand they crossed the room to stand before Collette and I.  I couldn't help but notice how awkwardly Travis was walking.

    "Lie down on Dennis," Collette commanded.  "Wrap your lips around his cock."  She turned to me, "and you take Travis into your mouth," she commanded.

    Travis lowered his body onto mine and I moaned at the warm pleasure that enveloped my cock as Travis wrapped his lips around my penis.  I opened my mouth and sucked Travis' limp penis inside. Collette bent down and began to tie us together.  She used the nylon straps, wrapping the thick belts around our heads. She bound our limbs, my hands to Travis' feet and his feet to my hands.  Our mouths were locked onto each other's cocks, the nylon preventing all but the slimmest movements.

    "Beautiful," Melinda said between thrusts.

    With a wicked grin Collette picked up a riding crop.  Travis was on top, his ass an inviting target.  "I am going to whip you until you come, Travis," Collette told him.

    He moaned against my cock and I felt my penis stir.

    Collette brought the crop down, the slap echoing in the store.  Travis bucked against me, his cock rubbing against my tongue.  Each time the crop struck his ass, he wiggled, his hips shifting only slightly within the confines of my mouth, the straps holding firm.  It was enough, however.  Each landing blow caused his cock to shift, until it was standing proud, pressing against the back of my throat.

    Another blow, a third, still the blows came.  He was fucking my throat with only the smallest of movements, the raining crop spurring his thrusting hips.  His ass grew red under the stinging crop, hot to the touch.  Another blow and Travis came, shooting his hot semen deep into my throat.  Being so thoroughly bound on his cock I could barely swallow.  The thick fluid stayed on my tongue, heavy and thick.  

    "Wonderful," Collette said.  She motioned to Michel and together the two of them rolled us over until I was lying on top of Travis, my ass displayed to the room.  The dildo was still buried deep, the leather harness splitting my ass with its invading presence.  "Now," Collette said, "I will beat you until you come."  

    Collette brought the crop down onto my ass.  I shifted, shying away from the crop, my hips strapped to Travis, my cock twitching in his mouth.  The crop fell again and again my hips inched upward, Travis' mouth following along, his tongue sliding against my excited member.  

    With each blow of the crop my ass shifted; shifting to try to free my captive body from the striking sting and shifting at the pleasure of the warm mouth enveloping my erect shaft.  The strokes of the crop were painful but not full force, Collette knowing how long it would take to obtain release.  Still, my ass grew hot and I bucked in pain as the crop continued striking painfully against my ass.

    The crop fell again and I moaned against Travis' cock as I came, shooting my seed into his throat as he had mine.  Travis coughed as I filled his mouth with my semen, struggling to breathe as he swallowed my spent semen.  

    "Very good," Collette moan excitedly, "very, very good."

    Melinda pulled the cock from Marleen's ass.  She was eyeing Travis and I, staring at our bound bodies.  "That was great," she told Collette.  Her cock led the way as she crossed the room.  She stood above us, staring down at my red and plugged ass.  She asked Michel to help roll us over again and he did until I was once again on the bottom, my ass pressing painfully against the floor.  

    "I am going to fuck you," she told Travis as she straddled our bound bodies.

    Travismoaned against my cock as Melinda pressed her cock against his ass.  She pushed, the dildo slipping in easily, the time spent on the huge perch had opened him to her.  She began to fuck him, pulling the cock from his ass and then slipping it in with practiced ease.  

    Each thrust pushed his hips forward against my head; each release pulling my head slightly off the floor.  She continued fucking him, his cock twitching inside the warm cavern of my mouth.  In and out Melinda thrust, and my head rocked painfully against the hard floor.  I groaned in pain against the cock that gagged me, the sound a faint gurgle, barely perceptible.

    Melinda screamed in delight, the cock rubbing against her heated sex finally driving her to completion.  She threw her head back and shouted into the room, "Goooooood!!!!" she screamed loudly, her hips pressing against Travis' ass, the cock buried fully within him.  Her orgasm crested and waned. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, her legs weak as she pulled free of Travis and crossed the room to sit down.  "Wow," she breathed, "that was wonderful."  

   She was breathing heavily, the cock affixed to her hips bobbing with each breath.  She panted as she looked at the bound form of Travis and I, shifting together, gagged by each others now soft cocks.  From my position, back pressing to the floor, Travis pressing down on me, I watched as Collette crossed over to stand above us.

    "Just about time to go," she said reaching down to untie us. She removed the belts that held out bodies captive to each other, freeing our trapped limbs.  "Melinda," Collette shouted in French, "don't you think that Travis needs a harness like Dennis has?"

    Smiling behind her gasps for air, "yes," she breathed, "that is a great idea.  Travis, come here."

    Travis stretched his limbs and crossed over to stand next to the sitting Melinda.  He kissed her forehead tenderly, and smiled, "yes, mistress."

    Melinda unfastened the harness from her hips, pulling the artificial cock away from her sex.  She handed the dildo and leather straps to Travis and told him to insert it in his ass and buckle it in place.  Collette grabbed another lock from the display where she had liberated the one holding the cock in my ass and handed it to Melinda.  She held onto the lock until Travis was ready for it.  The dildo slid easily into his body, and then he too locked the cock inside his body.  

    Melinda handed the keys to the storekeeper and he assured her that the keys would be sent to the ship as mine had been earlier.  Collette crossed over to Michel, "can I have your turtle neck?" she asked, smiling happily when he accepted.

    Collette handed the turtle neck to me and told me to put it on.  She was dressing me for the rest of the day, it seemed.  I donned the black turtle neck sweater, pulling it over my head.  The neck felt tight, snug around my neck like a collar.  Collette told me to dress in the leather pants and vest, and then I could put my shoes back on.  I hastened to obey, finishing dressing when I donned the shoes, the cock still probing my ass.

    Melinda told Travis to get dressed, having him don the same clothes he wore into the store.  Collette and Melinda got dressed, as did Michel and Marleen.  Michel did not wear a shirt, just the vest he was wearing over it.  When we were all dressed, I looked out of place, dressed in the fetish leather, not the normal clothing the rest were comfortable in.

    The shopkeeper tallied the bill for all of the items we had used, as he couldn't sell them. With the total he informed Collette the the money she had fronted him had been more than enough, and that he would have the straps, ropes, and crops sent to the ship.  Collette thanked him, telling him to keep the change as a form of thanks.  He nodded and then he handed Collette a video tape, "for shoplifters," he explained, and Collette beamed, having a copy of the day to relive at her convenience.

    I felt out of place wearing the leather outfit Collette had chosen for me.  Standing next to Collette, Melinda and Travis I looked like a fetish mCollettequin,  dressed in the dark leather.  My three companions were dressed comfortably, while I stood out, drawing stares from the casual observers walking through the crowded city streets.

    "I'm famished," Collette announced.

    Melinda nodded her assent, "me too."

    We walked through the city, looking for a place to eat.  My cheeks were crimson, the comments reaching my ears sounding derisive, even if the words were mostly incomprehensible.  We continued searching for a place to eat, finally stopping outside a quaint diner, eight wrought iron tables with floral table clothes adorning them sat on the sidewalk.   Collette escorted us inside, where a young waiter greeted us, staring at my outfit.  

    "Quatre," Collette informed the waiter, and he escorted us to one of the small tables that sat outside.  Collette leaned over to me, "just wanted to make sure you were kept on display," and she giggled as my face fell in humiliation.

   We sat outside, under the decorative awnings of the restaurant, the cool air caressing our skin.  I kept my face bowed, not daring to look the passing pedestrians in the eye.  I held the menu in my lap, looking for something light to eat, my hunger hidden by my nervous display.  Handing the menu back to Collette I whispered, "could you order for me, please."

    With a slight chuckle she said she would.  The waiter came, delivering each of us a glass of water.  He took our order, his eyes locked on my decidedly different outfit.  I shifted uncomfortably on the cock still penetrating my ass, its presence magnified by the stares I was receiving, the thoughts of one leading to thoughts of the other.

    Melinda and Collette discussed plans for continued shopping, ignoring Travis and I.  I looked at him, raising my head slightly.  He was sitting mutely, his hands under his thighs as if to hold himself above the cock that was probing his ass incessantly.  He sipped his water, and perused the wine list, not wanting to give his mind time to concentrate on the penetrating feel of the dildo.  

    The waiter brought a light salad, coated with a thin vinegar dressing and a coating of peppercorns.  The waiter informed us that our meals would be along shortly and asked if we needed anything else. Assuring him that we didn't he sped away to wait on his other customers.

    The salad was delicious, the peppercorns adding just the right amount of spiciness to the tart vinegar dressing.  Collette purred in delight, devouring the salad in silence.  I sipped my water, finishing it just with the last bite of my salad.  The waiter appeared immediately with another round of water for the table and Collette nodded appreciatively.  

     He departed and returned with a large, round tray holding out entrees.  He placed the salmon with a white wine sauce in front of Collette.  The fish was surrounded by garlic potato wedges, coated with parsley and a splash of white wine.  Melinda had a Cornish hen seasoned in with lemon basil.  Travis had a hamburger and I had to wonder how often he indulged in his silent hunger for the traditional American burger.  The waiter placed my tray in front of me, a large helping of coq-au-vin resting on a bed of yellow rice.  The food smelled delightful and we dove in with a polite "merci," whispered to the departing waiter.

    Collette and Melinda chatted throughout the meal, pausing to savor individual bites of the delicious food.  The waiter returned and poured a glass of red wine for each of us, the wine the perfect compliment to our meals, with the exception of Travis' perhaps, I thought.  Travis and I ate in relative silence.  I offered Collette a bite of my chicken, which she accepted willingly.  She made a sound of pleasure as the flavor exploded on her tongue.  "Very good," she nodded.

    We finished the meal and Collette paid the bill, tipping the waiter very well for his prompt service.  He thanked us as we left, once again eyeing my bizarre outfit and the delicate way Travis and I walked.  "Where to?" Collette asked.

    "This ship?" I replied with a hint of hope.

    She looked at me, standing with my legs parted slightly to ease the pressure of the cock in my ass, and laughed, "nice try."  We turned left and walked deeper into the city, the sun cresting in the sky.  Soft clouds drifted by, a parade of white against the clear blue background of the noon day sky.  Collette uttered, "let's shop," and Melinda agreed.  Together the two led the way.

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