Ruth-Anne's Miscalculation

Further Down the Path (Part 2)

When Ruth-Anne woke later the next day, her maid had come and gone, when she did get up the bedclothes were in dire need of changing. She gathered up the sheets and cases and took them to the washer and put them in, the sheets were still damp from her dreams of the night before. While she sat waiting for the laundry, she considered why this session was different than other sessions she has put herself through. It was far more intense than any other except, possibly, her first hogtie.

In the original hogtie, Ruth-Anne was more or less dressed for the whole thing. So, she could eliminate nudity as the key, though it seemed obvious to her that it was something she was growing to enjoy in her scenes. She tried to parse out what the two bondage session shared. They were very diverse, not only in their efficiency, but in their complexity. Yet, they evoked the same intense sensations. It took a while, but it finally occurred to her that the one of the two links in the two sessions: was the unknown. There was a lot of the unknown in her first go at it and in the last one she had no way to know if or what would work and both times there were surprises. Risk was the other key. In The first and the last there were things that could go wrong and she could have been discovered or worse. Something was going to have to change because to this point, she did all of her adventuring well protected and unseen in her home. The next logical step was to set up some risks in her adventures.

Ruth-Anne had been interested in the stories of public adventures. However, most, if not all the stories had to do with men that cross-dressed. These self-bondage afficionados put themselves at risk of discovery in a public setting such as a mall or a women's public restroom. This kind of adventure excited her, but, the problem she saw was that, while men cross-dressing was something that could cause humiliation and embarrassment, women dressing in men's clothing was somewhat normal. It was then that she began toying with an interesting thought. The purpose was to place the victim in circumstances that would either embarrass her or hold the potential of embarrassing her and forcing her to stay in that situation until she could secure her release. The idea had her in the range from disapproving looks and comments, to being hit on by strange men. She hesitated. this would be the first time that she would display any aberrant behavior in public. But, that was precisely the kind of risk that she wanted, so she was determined to do it.

Ruth-Anne went clothes shopping and stopped at a shoe store to pick up the last piece of her outfit. The premise was fairly simple, she was going to dress in a schoolgirl outfit, her diminutive size and body would allow her to be mistaken at a distance, but close up, her age would be apparent. In some ways, this was an important part of her fantasy. A schoolgirl was an exploitable person with very little in the way to defend themselves. Hentai and Manga was filled with these images and it was one that stuck in Ruth-Anne's mind.

When she would be discovered, this situation would make her the brunt of rude comments and disdain from women. It also would mean come ons from men assuming she was looking for something else.

She got home early and decided that there was no time like the present. Ruth-Anne took a shower, worked her make up far younger than her real age and dressed in the outfit she bought. A white blouse with a tie that matched her plaid skirt that reached the top of her knees white over the calf cotton socks and saddle shoes. She went to her garage, got into her car and drove 60 miles to a mall well away from her home. She went into the building and walked slowly through the mall. The reaction was pretty close to her prediction . There were three guys following along and several women gave her looks that expressed their disgust, when she ventured close enough for her real age to be determined. She left the mall and returned home and sat disappointed,

Ruth-Anne felt little excitement and she had to admit that this time it had been a rare failure. As she dissected the session, she realized that she had felt no risk, no threat. That was the key, there needed to be a real compulsion to remain in public for a length of time that would subject her to the humiliation against her will. The last session was easy to beat, she just left.

The solution was to trap herself in public without recourse for a minimum length of time. The solution seemed obvious, but the method was in question, just as she left the mall before, it was too easy to just go to her car and bail out. After a gin and tonic, she curled up on her sofa and worked it through. Somehow, she needed to force herself into situations that kept her in the eyes of the public for an amount of time that was out of her control. In addition, she wanted the reaction to be more intense. Eventually, the scenario came to her, it would require some time to get it right, but she was sure it would meet her needs.

The next morning, Ruth-Anne took the skirt and blouse to Goodwill and dropped them off. Next, she drove her car to each of the ten malls in the area. She casually walked through each of them, studying each one, noting how they were laid out. By the time she got home that night, she was tired and her feet were sore, but she was confident that what she wanted to do, could be done.

The next day was spent on the web learning the ins and outs of the transit system in the area. By the time she made her dinner that night, she was very conversant with what stops she would need for each step of her plan. The next day she was driving again, this time she was going to bus terminals, airports and downtown locker gardens (Places for people that spend time downtown can change and keep the change of clothes.) Inside the range of the transit system: there were 2 airports, 3 bus terminals, 3 train stations and 6 locker gardens. After looking them over she determined that the major airport, 2 of the bus terminals, all of the train stations and all the locker gardens used the identical style and color of rental lockers. That meant that there would be twelve locker stops and 6 of them would be changing stops.

The plan evolved as Ruth-Anne went through the scenario and now she was sorry at the haste of getting rid of the skirt to goodwill. Still, that was water under the bridge, she purchased the clothes and shoes she needed and sat them in her living room. She had bought the type of hardware she needed and installed it. Now, she had to learn schedules and routines in all her venues. While she was throwing caution to the wind, she at least wanted to know which direction it was blowing. It had taken her seven weeks to feel confident in her assessment of the situation. She had done the testing she needed to do.

Ruth-Anne prepared twelve manilla envelopes. She laid out six pairs of panties and six cut up another 6 pairs of panties. She filled each envelope with a key and panties or rags, then sealed them. She placed the envelopes in a large box and began to alternately shake and toss the envelopes around mixing them up thoroughly. Ruth-Anne took one envelope and placed it in one of six identical gym bags and zipped them up and locked them with two small baggage padlocks. Sewn into the clothing she would wear as she left her house were the keys to open any one of the gym bags, the key in the panties would open one of them and in one of the three other keys would open the second, the other two would not open these any padlocks, so she had to tear her clothes apart to find the keys, time constraints meant that she would not have time to try one key at a time. She would have to strip and tear the keys out and try them quickly. This insured that she had to change into the clothes in the gym bag.

There was the another bit of humiliation, the six outfits were roughly the same kind of catholic schoolgirl outfit that she wore before, except the six skirts were different lengths: One of them was a modest knee length, two had hems that hit at mid-thigh, two more were a couple of inches shorter and one that was perhaps ten inches in length, it covered virtually nothing.

Also in the gym bags were keys, one of which would allow her to get back into the house, though not directly and end the bondage session. She allowed herself the luxury of taking as many precautions as possible, but the randomness of what she was about to do, meant that she would be forced to spend the time in outfits that will draw unwanted attention to herself. Ruth-Anne felt light headed and her cunt began to moisten, this was already a rush and she hadn't started yet.

Ruth-Anne went to the "locker gardens" first and paid her fee, she was handed a card and two tokens, the card allowed her to enter and shower and keep her clothes there for forty-eight hours, the token would allow her to store her change of clothes in a locker. She had brought one of the gym bags in and walked to locker 212 put her clothes in and closed it used one of the tokens and took the key and dropped into her handbag. She repeated the action 5 more times taking locker 212 each time. Her research proved right, not only was 212 a rarely used locker both in the mini spas and locker gardens, but in the train stations, bus stations and airport as well.

After the trips to the locker gardens, she made trips to the airport, the train stations and to 2 of the bus terminals, at these places she simply left a manilla envelope containing two keys. At each stop she rented locker 212. Each of the keys looked identical to each other, a gray plastic head with a reddish-purple 212 on it. As she headed to the furthest mall from her house, she tossed them over and over again in her handbag. This particular mall had twelve floors, so she taped one of the locker keys under a bench next to a very popular fountain and second she secreted under the lip of a potted plant on the top floor such that she would have to bend over to retrieve it, depending on the length of her skirt, it could be very revealing to the patrons on the escalator. Ruth-Anne repeated this at the nine other malls taping the keys in hidden, but public places. There were 12 keys spread throughout the area malls. But to add more confusion to this, she had no idea which locker key was at which mall, not only would she have to recover it, but guess at which locker it fit, too.

The final detail meant to make this session more difficult was that her only method of transportation would be public mass transit. Her car would be locked in her garage. This would not only make her travel more complicated, but it put Ruth-Anne in close proximity to other people, adding to her humiliation. She returned home and locked her car up. She went in and had something light to eat and was soon in bed, her alarm set for 4:00 am.

Ruth-Anne rose and had a serious breakfast, then showered and dressed, her panties were girls briefs with a cartoon pattern, very juvenile, a white cotton bra, the over the calf socks that matched the plaid skirt, saddle shoes, a pleated plaid skirt, whose hem reached the middle of her thigh and finished with a white button up blouse. At a distance she looked like a girl on her way to parochial school. Close up, her deception was obvious.

Around the exterior of the house, locked in different places were six key-boxes, all filled with paper clips, except 1 which also had the key to her front door. As with the other parts of the self-bondage, she randomly picked a key-box to hold the key and mixed it in with the rest of them, before locking the key-boxes in the different places around the house. So, Ruth-Anne knew one of the key-boxes had the house key, but she didn't know which one. Once, she stepped out the door and locked it, she was forced to visit each of the lockers to recover the keys to all the key-boxes to find the key to the front door, and for insurance, there was a padlock on the front door, whose key was also one that was in a locker, but, not necessarily the same locker.

Ruth-Anne stood at the back door and paused. The front door was already locked by a padlock and she had a padlock for the backdoor as well, the key for which sat on the living room coffee table. If... no, when she walked out the door, closed, locked and padlocked it, she was trapped. True, it was by her own devising, but she would be forced to go through the steps to gain her release. It made no difference at that point whether any women reviled or ridiculed her. It wouldn't matter if any guys made passes at her or not. Ruth-Anne was not going to get back in her house until she complied with the terms of her bondage.

As she stepped out the door. She shivered, it was November and it was cold. Almost instantly, she was a picture of gooseflesh. It was as if the weather was testing her resolve. Ruth-Anne quickly locked the door and snapped the padlock in place. Once more, she had passed the point of no return and goaded by the chill, hurried to the train station stop and boarded the train to the Tall Oaks Mall stop. As she stepped onto the train, she caught the attention of several people, two men and a nun, in a moment of whimsy she sat next to the older looking of the men. She was wearing a red tartan skirt that reached her knees. Her blouse was such that her bra peeked out, that elicited a frown from the nun and a smile from the man she sat with. The man evidently enjoyed the sight, but made no other move. Her seat mate left at the stop just prior to the Mall. It was early enough that no one took his place. She exited the train and wrapped her arms about her, not that it helped much and went into The Tall Oaks Mall.

The Mall was a single level and she had placed the key under a bench near the center of the mall. There were a gaggle women joggers who translated their disgust with shakes of the head and then looking straight ahead as though Ruth-Anne could be simply ignored. There were next to no men in the Mall at this hour and they were more interested in their power walks than her. She easily secured the key. Then it struck her, there were a couple of strategies as how to proceed from here. She could go to each mall and gather all the keys and then work through them all. The scenario of collecting all the keys first was certain, but would take a lot of time. If she chose to trust to her luck, the key she just picked up might fit the closest locker, or at least a closer one and cut down the time she was exposed. If she wasn't lucky, the amount of time it added was not terrible.

Ruth-Anne chose the latter and started walking to the closest locker, which coincidently was located in the mall itself, it was in The Pines End Locker Garden & Spa. Her card allowed her access and she walked to Locker 212 and put the key in the lock and started to turn it and it stopped, the key was for a locker someplace else. So, she needed to try other lockers and she decided to go to the northern most locker It meant a chilly walk to the tram and an 18 minute ride to North Terminal Train Station. The public conveyances were beginning to become busy and the looks she was getting from the women were discomforting, but some of the looks of the men were downright humiliating. This time, she preferred the disapproval of the women to the leers of the men and sat next to a female rider. She pulled the top of her blouse closed and sat very chaste for the entire trip.

She walked into the North Terminal Train Station and to Locker 212, she put the key in the slot and started to turn and it clicked open, she opened the locker took the envelope and took the two keys and put them safely in her handbag, "Well..." she thought to herself, "One down, eleven to go and at least this time luck was on my side.." She went to find the next tram and set her sights on The Hastings Mall, The train terminal was not very close to any of the malls and the ride to Hastings would take nine minutes. Once again, she was subject to scornful looks and ogling, worse yet, there were no seats and she had to stand next to an olive skinned man, who managed to brush up against her throughout the entire trip.

She gratefully exited the train and walked to the mall quickly. It was not because it was overly cold, it had warmed up. She was feeling creepy about her situation. She had not been the center of the male's attention as potential prey before. The crowd she had run around with, were at least discreet and not prone to try very much without permission.

The fact that the man standing next to her, managed to brush his hand against her body numerous times working towards the hem of her skirt, made Ruth-Anne feel helpless and it was only the fact that she made her exit to the mall that kept him from trying more. Ruth-Anne was really anxious to get out of this and she had a ways to go before she could get home. The key was secreted under a sofa located in the fourth level, it forced her to ride the escalator with the potential of some one trying to catch a peek Her skirt covered plenty and this trip was uneventful. She was surprised that no one paid a great deal of attention to her. A couple of teenage boys followed her around, but kept their distance.

There was a Locker Garden located in this mall as well, The Princess Locker Garden & Spa. She let herself in and out of sight from the adolescents. She walked to Locker 212 and tried it. No success. Much as it distressed her, the logical idea was to go South and work back and hope for a lucky draw again. It meant a forty-five minute train ride to The South Terminal Train Station.

Ruth-Anne climbed onto the train and it was crowded again, actually, it was packed.. She found herself standing again and pushed against a large woman in front of her, two men on either side of her and someone behind her, that was confirmed as the train started moving, she felt a hand on her ass and they squeezed it, something just short of a pinch. This time, as wedged as she was, there was no way to ward off the unwelcome attention. Next, the unseen hand began to tease the back of her neck, this produced a gulp, as the light touch sent shivers down her spine. She tried to quash it, but it was like an electric current. It forced her to take a shallow breath. The touch vanished , then appeared again as she felt the hem of her skirt lift and her upper thigh felt the cooler air. Then, the unseen assailant, placed their hand on the back of her thigh and ran up to her panties. By now Ruth-Anne wanted to scream, but she couldn't, whoever was behind her was in total control and her only salvation was that her stop came up and she moved away from the train and the crowd, over to a wall. Her breath was shallow and the moistness between her legs betrayed her desire. It was incredible, she felt... all but raped, but her body egged her on. She took a few moments to gather herself.

She walked to the Lockers in The South Terminal and walked to 212. Ruth-Anne slid the key in and twisted, nothing, she was not at the right place. She paced, this meant another trip on the train and she felt very exploitable on the train. As much as she didn't want to take the train, it was the only way to get anyplace fast enough. She couldn't drive and she had no money for a cab. She reasoned though that the trips up the line would not last much more than four minutes. She felt that this would be doable. There would not be time for anyone to work her into a position of a hand under her skirt. She walked to the station and decided that working up the line was the best plan.

This train was not as full and she was back to glowering women and leering men. Each time she tried her key and it failed to open a locker. It happened six more times. Eventually, Ruth-Anne reached The Uptown Locker Garden & Spa. As she approached Locker 212, she worried at the amount of time this had taken. Almost absent-minded she put the key in the slot and turned, the locker opened. She was alone in the dressing room. Quickly, she unzipped and stepped out of the skirt and rent it into pieces pulling out a small key, next she tore her blouse off and into pieces, the same with her bra and the children's panties she wore. She located the key in each item. She stood nude except for her white cotton over the knee socks and saddle shoes and soon they were off as well and everything was in the trash can. Ruth-Anne pulled out the gym bag and tried the first small key and it didn't work, but the next two did and from the bag she pulled out a blouse very similar to the one she just destroyed, a black lace bra, a green plaid skirt with matching over the calf socks and saddle shoes with bells woven into the laces. There were two envelopes in the gym bag, one contained two keys just like the one recovered at the train station and the second contained a pair of white cotton panties. Sewn in the material was a key for another gym bag.

Ruth-Anne quickly donned the clothes and noticed that unlike the skirt she had just worn previously, this skirt was considerably shorter, six inches shorter to be precise. She showed quite a bit of leg and if she turned too quickly, her panties were readily displayed.. Two down ten to go.

Feeling the band of time tightening she left and went directly to The Grande Mall. The key was under a plant box and she gave a real show getting that key. Ruth-Anne was in a quandary, Odds were in favor that the locker was further south, but it was coming up on noon and she had only collected four of the twenty-four keys. If she took the gamble that it was south and rode the train all the way there, she was exposed to rush hour crowds and possible manhandling. If she checked each locker place on the line and it turns out that she was wrong it would take more time again.

Our self inflicted victim decided that she would bite the bullet and make the long trip to South Terminal Train Station for the second time and hoped that she would be close to the locker that the key would open. It was busy on the train again and this time she would have stood anyway, it being easier to have her skirt cover her underwear. It was a thirty-five minute ride and to Ruth-Anne's relief it was crowded, but she did not have anyone pawing her this time, but the strain of trying to guess who might have designs on her, was taking a toll. She debarked the train and walked quickly to Locker 212, slipped the key in and heard the pleasant click telling her that she had the right locker. She furtively looked around and removed the envelope and pulled the two keys out, eighteen more to go.

Her next stop was Taylor's Lake Mall. Ruth-Anne had hidden the key on the ninth floor. The quickest way there was in the glass cage elevator and time was her enemy, so, short skirt or not, she got onto the car and rode up to the ninth floor. She was grateful that at least her underwear was covering her up. She hurried to the bench that she had taped the key under and reached under to get it. It wasn't there! Some panic began to grip her, she had been careful to hide the keys so that they were not evident to casual observers. She was clearly agitated.

Then she heard a voice behind her say, "I wondered when someone would come looking." The voice was male, but not deep. It was nasal and had a feminine edge to it. She stood and faced the man. He stood about 5' 10" and had a name badge that said "Terry" on it. Ruth-Anne's face was crimson red and she said, "What do you want?"

"From you, honey, nothing, I hoped that I would catch a guy doing this and then I would have my way with him, but Sweetie, you are really not my type. You just don't have the plumbing I need." The man grinned, that made Ruth-Anne only more self-conscious. He reached into his pocket and handed her the locker key and turned away without saying anything else.

Ruth-Anne stared at the key in her hand. The man had simply gave her the key and walked away disinterested. She was initially confused, but slowly she pieced the answer together. This place had been the scene of another or perhaps many other similar events, but all the others were male cross-dressers and "Terry" evidently would blackmail them into servicing him, but that meant... That meant that he needed the transvestites to bugger him. Ruth-Anne wasn't able to help him out there, so she got a free pass.

She shivered at the possibilities, but then focused on her predicament, she mentally ran through the nine lockers left, Ruth-Anne decided that her best odds were to just hop from locker to locker going north up the line. That was what she did, first she rode to the St Charles Landing Mall and the lockers there. No luck. Next to Avalon Dale, again the key did not turn. Then to Tall Oaks Mall again and a second try in Pines End Garden Locker and Spa. She walked briskly to Locker 212 and it opened. She pulled the gym bag from the locker and proceeded to tear the clothes apart to get to the keys. As she tore the panties off, she noted a fair amount of fragrant moisture, the incident with "Terry" had left her with some unrealized results, that she had just now discovered. Again, she stood nude in the dressing area opening the gym bag, this time she dressed and discovered instead of knee socks there was thigh-high stockings and four inch high heels. The skirt was a plaid green again but a bit longer, the blouse was missing the top two buttons, the bra was a red and showed very clearly. She took the envelope with the panties and tore it open. She saw the shredded material and paused. The key that was supposed to be sewn into the panties was loose with the other two keys. She was going to walk with a bare crotch.

Ruth-Anne dressed quickly, put the key for the padlock and the door from the locker in with the rest and carefully slipped the gym bag key into her handbag. She looked at the time and decided to continue north to the next mall, The Midtown Mall. There were two keys at that mall, one on the first floor and one on the fourth. She chose the first floor, she didn't want to give a show if she could avoid it. She went to the plant that she had put the key and reached tentatively for the key. It was right were she had left it. Ruth-Anne breathed out in relief, she took stock.

The closest locker was at Transit Central Bus Haven, within walking distance, the looks she had been suffering were intensified by the addition of stockings and heels. She had to endure and ignore some fairly obscene propositions, one pervert in the mall grinned and said, "Hey girlie, want to suck on my lollipop?" Ruth-Anne didn't say anything and hurried away. As she walked quickly towards the Bus Haven, she noticed a group of four tough looking teenage boys following, but, they backed off fast as they ran into a mounted cop. The police officer looked at her outfit and said, "Just move on out of my area will you?" Ruth-Anne complied and walked into the bus terminal and straight to locker 212. She put the key in the slot and tried to turn, it didn't. It was going to be one of the other seven lockers. The problem was that three of them were north and three were south and there was another fifty minutes east, much as she hated the thought of a long ride out to the east it would only be longer if it were if she were to go north or south from here. Ruth-Anne resigned herself to the long journey to the East City Bus Haven.

Ruth-Anne boarded the bus and found a seat in the back and slid into the corner covering herself the best she could. As the bus traveled it filled up quickly and a woman in a business suit sat next to her. Ruth-Anne relaxed, then a large woman forced herself into the seat and pressed everyone together. In a few moments, Ruth-Anne felt a definite squeeze of her breast, she was stuck looking out the window and could not tell where the attack was originating, She only knew that the kneading was driving her crazy and it was taking all her will power to keep from moaning. Whoever it was, they knew how to light a fire in a woman. Ruth-Anne waited for a hand to start working at the hem of her dress. It didn't though, Ruth-Anne felt the heat rise in her body. Her vision started to be hazy as she drifted into a sort of a sensually induced trance. She almost missed the announcement that the bus was arriving at the East City Bus Haven. Abruptly, the massage stopped and when the bus came to a stop and people started to file out and the press was relieved, Ruth-Anne stood and turned, only to be greeted by a wink from the woman that sat next her on the ride out. Ruth-Anne was bowled over by the realization that she was felt up by a fellow female.

The line moved quickly and she did not have time to dwell on what just happened. She was into the terminal and straight to Locker 212. She placed the key in the slot and turned to the pleasant click of the locker opening. She retrieved the envelope and took the keys and looked for the next bus to the center of the city. The closest locker key was at the Midtown Mall, but it was located on the fourth floor, she looked at her wrist, but, there was no watch there, so she had to find a clock. When she did it told her that she was tight on the amount of time remaining before the first mall closed. She found the first bus bound back there and braced herself for the fifty minute ride. She needn't have worried, it was a sparsely ridden bus and the ride was uneventful.

Ruth-Anne walked to the mall once more, her heels clicked against the pavement, so she drew more attention to herself and felt the stares. She did her best to ignore them and went directly in and to an escalator and rode it to the fourth floor, the key was hidden under the grating of a tree planted in ground cavity. She was forced to bend over and knew she was exposed to the public, although, just for seconds. She rushed away and to the escalator, As she rode it down, she ran through the locations of the remaining seven locked lockers. The closest was Transit Central, again. She walked there again, drawing attention, but, at least there were no hooligans and the mounted cop was elsewhere. For the second time today, she walked to the locker and tried the key. The locker remained stubbornly locked. The next decision was north or south, if she chose the wrong direction there was a good chance that she may be homeless for a night. She decided north so she took the bus north then realized that she had to transfer to a train to ride to the airport. The walk from the bus stop to the train station was disconcerting, some women made derogatory comments, plainly loud enough for her to hear and there were numerous come-ons from men, she just kept moving not answering anyone.

She boarded the train to the airport and was relieved to see very few passengers. She found a solitary seat and rode the six minutes to Stanyard Airport . She got off and started walking. The lockers were located at the other end of the airport from the train station. She remembered that she had thought that it was one of the better pickles she dreamed up for herself. It was and it was almost painful, the click of her high heels on the tiled floor seemed to draw attention to her with every step. It tool almost ten minutes to arrive at the lockers. She found Locker 212 and put her key into the slot and turned. It opened. Ruth-Anne quickly extracted the envelope and tore it open while she walked. She fished the keys from inside it and dropped the empty envelope in a trash receptacle and made the ten minute trek to the train station.

The next close mall was the train trip back and a change to the bus to Prestons Ford Mall. The six minute trip back was uncomfortable , but nothing bad happened. The key was in the central lobby of the mall taped under a bench. The key was easy to retrieve and she was on her way. She now had half the keys, but dared not take the chance that she had the right ones to gain entry into her house. There were two north of her and four south.

She had to hope it was close so she caught the bus to Union Station. It was just before 4:00 pm and the bus was more crowded, but people seemed not to notice or at least act like they were not paying attention to her. The eight minute trip went quickly and she walked quickly to the lockers. No luck, the locker was not this one. The bus to Hastings Mall took only four minutes and she stood as a man and his wife or girl friend eyed her over. However, the unexpected thing was, the woman was smiling and the man was glowering. She didn't have time right now to digest what that meant, the Mall stop was here and she needed to get to the locker as quickly as possible. She entered the dressing area and walked to the locker and tried the key. It was not this locker either. She sighed, that meant the locker was south and there was going to be a longer ride and the train would be the fastest way to get there, and the train had been where she had found the most trouble. Still, time was more of an enemy than ever and she walked to the bus that would drop her off at the train station. She caught the train, it was mobbed and Ruth-Anne braced herself for the twenty minute train ride to Avalons Dale Mall. The Locker Garden was not in the Mall and was in fact next to the train station. She felt bodies press against her and she could not be sure whether someone was trying to take advantage of the situation or not, there were brushes that may have been a hint of aggression, but, she was unsure if it were people actually trying to cop a feel or just her new paranoia. The twenty minutes crawled by. Finally, she was at her stop and she raced to The Placid Garden Spa and into the dressing area. The key went into the lock and did not turn. Ruth-Anne groaned audibly, she had been at this for ten hours and she was only halfway done.

She took a breath and turned to go to the bus that would take her to St. Charles Landing Mall. The ride was crowded again but, she found herself in the middle of a bunch of teen-age girls and the ride was actually comfortable. She dashed off the bus and into the mall then into the Locker Garden called The Peaceful Shadows Spa and Locker Garden. She was somewhat breathless as she walked into the dressing area there were about a dozen other women in there and the looks she got were almost lethal. She said nothing and walked to Locker 212 and tried the key and it turned. The locker opened, as much as she wanted to rush, she couldn't. She had to wait until the last pair of left the dressing area. As soon as that happened, she was tearing her clothes off and into pieces. She got the keys and deposited the clothes, high heels and all into the trash. The first two keys unlocked the gym bag and she pulled out her outfit. It was a green plaid skirt, the same length as she had on now. She smiled, she was back to saddle shoes and matching calf socks.. She tore open the envelope and took out a red satin bra and panties set and the two keys. Ruth-Anne had not dressed so quickly since she was in high school gym class..

She walked out into the mall and realized that this mall still had a key. It would save her time. The locker key was located on the ninth floor. This time she boldly rode the elevator up, there was no time for timidity. The key was where she left it in a stall in the ladies room, taped to a pipe overhead. Again, she was fortunate to not draw too much attention to herself, though there were a few other women in the room.

Now there were only five possible places and only one was south of her, she had to take the chance and the trip was only about four minutes away so she headed to Taylors Lake again and the Southern Locker Garden. Ruth-Anne was well into rush hour and she was forced to stand. Once again there was bumping and the pressing of flesh, she felt helpless to do anything about her situation, she just had to endure it. As the train drew up to the station, she felt a sharp slap on her ass, someone had decided to let her know they were paying attention. She looked around quickly, but there was no way to tell, unless they wanted to reveal themselves and evidently they did not want to claim credit. This only added to the helplessness she felt.

She walked to the Locker Garden and entered. She stopped in front of Locker 212 and fit the key in. She twisted the key and it did not budge. Ruth-Anne was frantic and almost at tears. It seemed that the all the luck was against her now. She returned to the crowded train for the almost ten minute ride to Placid Gardens Spa. Other than the normal pressing there was no indication anyone was fondling her, but at this point she was just wanting to get through this and home tonight. She rushed off the train and walked to the Mall and to the Spa. She walked to Locker 212 for the second time today and for the second time the locker remained locked. There was no time to waste, she walked to the train station again and left for Transit Central. This time she batted a hand away from her tit. She tried to turn to see the culprit, but she could not see anything.

She got off and caught the bus to the Bus Haven. She walked to the locker again quickly and turned the key in the lock. Locker 212 opened. Ruth-Anne tore open the envelope and secured the keys. She tossed the envelope at a trash can, but missed. She did not stop, she was on her way as fast as she could go.

Again her choices were evenly divided, two north and two south. She determined to go north as the earliest closing locker was north. She was going to go directly to The Hastings Mall as it was the furthest Mall north. The rush hour meant being crushed into a mass of people and she felt she might as well have a target painted on her. She took the bus to the train station. She boarded the train for the twenty-four minute ride to The Hastings Mall. Once again, she was pressed to the point she could not move. To protect herself, she had placed her hands behind her back to fend off any hands wishing to wander under her dress, but in doing so. she trapped them back there. Some observant soul took note and just six minutes into the trip, someone was working on her breasts. She tried to muscle her arms free, but they were very pinned where they were. Ruth-Anne was going crazy, it took every ounce of self-control to keep from moaning right out loud. Instead, she just swallowed and moaned quietly, hopefully, quiet enough not to be noticed. After another twelve minutes of this sensuous hell, it abruptly stopped. She almost cried out loud "No, not now, don't stop now!" However, all that those around her heard was a mewling moan. It took the last six minutes of the trip to pull herself together. As she exited, the train someone commented, "How can they do it right there on the train? Jeez, she must have no inhibitions." To which the second voice spoke "Or no control, maybe she is being forced to do it." The first voice responded, "She looked like she was enjoying it way too much, no, there was nobody with a gun to that head, she wanted it." Suddenly, Ruth-Anne realized that the two women were talking about her. She shivered, realizing how successfully she was presented as a slut or worse. She did not stop to ponder it, time made her not focused on what others thought about her, but on retrieving the last keys and getting back home.

Ruth-Anne took the elevator to the sixth floor, any modesty she had took a back seat to the urgency of her task. The key was taped on the underside of a empty mall cart, she was flashing her red satin panties, bu that did not concern her any longer, it was the end of the scene she wanted more than anything else. With the key in hand, she took the escalator, because the elevator was suddenly stopping at every floor, kids probably. Ruth-Anne had no time to wait, she needed to find the locker that went to this key.

She went to the Princess Spa and Locker Garden. She let herself in and hoped against hope, but the key did not fit this Locker 212. There was no other option than just going south along the line. Union Station was next south and the key did not work there either. She went to the train station and just accepted that if she was manhandled, that was just the way it would have to be. Twenty-four minutes was the ride to the next locker. Ruth-Anne walked onto the train and found pleasantly that while crowded, it was not the crush of humanity she had experienced earlier. She at least had her arms free to defend herself. The ride on the train was not overly eventful and there was not anyone paying close attention to her, so, when she arrived at her station, she quickly ran to the next bus and rode to Avalons Dale Mall and to the Placid Garden Spa. She walked into the Spa and to Locker 212 and pushed the key in and turned. The locker swung open, fortunately, she was alone and she pulled out the gym bag. She tore her clothes apart and got the keys. She was a sight standing there in nothing but calf socks and saddle shoes. She realized that she had to change footwear too and quickly disposed of them as well. The skirt was a red plaid and shorter, the usual blouse and a white bra, it was matching calf socks and saddle shoes again. She tore open the envelope and groaned when the shredded material came out. To keep from exposing her bare cunt she would have to be careful. She took the keys and the extra bag key and dressed.

Ruth-Anne had not gotten the key from The Avalons Dale Mall, yet. She walked directly to where the key was and got it from under a drinking fountain. She may have given a show but that was the least of her concerns right now there were three lockers and the best he could hope for was to go to Hastings again and catch the Princess Spa before they closed. It meant a trip north again but there was an express that if she hurried would get her there in ten minutes, instead of thirty.

She caught the next shuttle to the train station and ran to catch the express. She boarded as the doors began to close. She reasoned that she had a one in three chance of being right and they were good odds. There were empty seats but Ruth-Anne elected to stand, not the least of the reasons was she was not sure she could keep herself covered if she did sit. The train moved quickly and Ruth-Anne tuned out the looks she was getting. As the train pulled into the station she needed, she found a shuttle to The Hastings Mall waiting and caught it. She headed directly to the Princess Spa and Locker Gardens. Once inside, she walked through the empty dressing room and to Locker 212. She hesitated and then pushed the key home and turned, the locker swung open. Immediately, she was tearing at her clothing, she got the keys and disposed of the ripped clothes and opened the gym bag, there was a long red plaid skirt another white bra and a blouse with the two top buttons missing, saddle shoes and matching plaid knee socks. She tore into the envelope and pulled out white cotton panties. Ruth-Anne began to dress when the manager came in, "Oh good you are almost dressed I need to lock up as soon as you are done. Just let me know when you are finished." Ruth-Anne nodded, and continued to dress. When she had heard the door start to open she had pushed all the tore up clothing into the gym bag. She finished dressing and took the gym bag this time and walked out to the Mall. She stopped and knocked on the door marked "MANAGER". The woman answered and thanked her.

Ruth-Anne relaxed somewhat. She would get to next mall soon and that meant that she could make her schedule. The next mall south was Cavanaugh and the last was Muller Mall and Muller stayed open to 10:00 pm. The two lockers were in Union Station which ran 24/7 and The Southern Locker Garden that stayed open until 10:00 pm. She disposed of the gym bag in a dumpster and calmly walked to catch the next bus to Cavanaugh Mall. She sat close to the front and it seemed work. She had no trouble in the short trip. Ruth-Anne entered the mall and walked to where the key was. She stopped, the key was hidden on the small stage, but right now there was a woman playing Christmas music for the early Christmas shoppers. She stood there for twenty minutes, wondering what to do next. Her outfit was the least attention getting she had worn since she left her house, so she remained, in about forty minutes, the woman took her tip jar and put up a sign saying, "Break back in 10 minutes" Ruth-Anne waited until she was out of sight and quickly went behind the stage and recovered the key.

She walked back out into the chilled air, the sun was down and the coolness of the season made her want to move faster. Close to the mall was Union Station and the bus to the train station only came every thirty minutes. She stood shivering for twenty-one minutes. She showed her pass and sat quickly, enjoying the warmth. When the bus arrived, she fairly ran into the station and to the locker. There was a fifty-fifty chance that it was the right locker, but, it wasn't. At least now she knew the rest of the agenda, she had to travel to Mullers Fort Mall to The Southern Locker Garden and Spa, to change for the last time and collect the key there and travel back to Union Station to collect the final key. The Train would get her there quickest, so, she boarded the local.

The car was all but empty and the two couples were too interested in each other to notice Ruth-Anne. She rode without incident to the stop and was in luck that the shuttle to the Mall. The Southern Locker Garden was in the basement and she rode the escalator down. She strode into the Dressing area and there was no one there. She walked to Locker 212 and opened the locker. She pulled out the gym bag and methodically took apart the clothes until she had the keys of the bag. She ridded herself of the shoes and socks and opened the gym bag, the contents were: A very short green plaid skirt, a sheer see through blouse, a skimpy lavender bra, six inch white high heels and lacy white thigh high stockings. She tore open the envelope and winced. The panties were shredded, the gym bag key was useless, as there were no more gym bags. Worse yet, she had no covering for her pussy and the skirt covered very little and the footwear guaranteed she looked very much like a slut. She dressed and realized that the top of the stockings showed beneath the skirt. The heels guaranteed that she would have to move carefully. At this point, if Ruth-Anne would have had any alternative she would have used it, but she didn't.

Ruth-Anne walked out of the Spa and into the mall. She was the instant point of focus and she went to the escalator mainly to get away from the attention of several men in the dining area there. The problem was that of course she was going to be showing a lot of skin going this route, Much as that made her squirm, it was the quickest way to get relief from the guys, they stood at the bottom of the escalator and watched. She cursed the fact that the key was on the top floor. Floor12. Whoever had the opportunity had a chance to see everything she had to offer from the waist down. Women would move their children out of her way and the looks that all the women gave her were humiliating. Words such as "whore" and "slut" were slung at her. By now, there was a substantial following of men. Most just wanted to take advantage of the show, others, no doubt hoped for more. Ruth-Anne just hurried. The key was hidden in the branch of an artificial tree on the top floor and she had to reach for it, much to the delight of her male audience. Once she had it she walked as fast as her tall heels allowed her to the elevator, She was followed in by several men. She moved to the back of the car, realizing too late, that she was now displayed to anyone below. In addition, there was a constant battle to keep hands around her away from her crotch. The trip down seemed to never end.

At the first floor she exited and headed directly to the train shuttle bus. There were quite a few passengers on the shuttle as well as a couple of men from the mall that followed her here. She sat on the front, so, they wouldn't try anything in the bus. She rode with her knees tightly pressed together. When the bus pulled into the train station, she quickly exited the bus and was relieved to note that the men stayed on board, they weren't going to trail her further. The brief outfit did little for her in the chill of outside, her bare cunt just magnified the cold. Ruth-Anne walked as fast as the high heels allowed her into Union Station. As in the mall, it was impossible to look inconspicuous, the heels clacked and she was barely covered. Once again, Ruth-Anne was a target for suggestions and proposals of the most lewd sort. Any ferocious looks by women were lost in the milling group of males gathering around her. She wanted to get to the locker, but there was no way to get there with the entourage she had gained. She found a handy restroom and ducked into it, She found a stall and locked it. She had a modicum of privacy and she relaxed, she wanted to discourage the group of men waiting, so she waited a full ninety minutes. She looked at the image in the mirror and realized how smutty she really looked.

Ruth-Anne peeked out of the ladies room and saw that the men did not wait her out. In fact, the station was not very busy at all. She didn't wait, she walked to the lockers and went to 212 and put the key in and opened the locker. She immediately took the envelope and tore it open and removed the last two keys. Her next task was going to be getting home and that meant she was going to ride a train to her starting point and walk home. She was not very happy about how she was dressed, but the only way to change out of them, was to get to her home. Furtively, she started to the platform for a train that would taker her home. She was tugging at the hem of the short skirt trying to cover herself, with little success. She earned the attention of several men on the platform. No one approached her, but their looks were plain enough.

The train approached and with a surprise for Ruth-Anne. The train was packed. There had been a basketball game in town and it had let out sometime before and the celebrants were on their way to their respective homes. By the smell, there had been a fair amount of celebration by imbibing. She waded into the mass of people and found a place to stand, she held the strap with one hand and pulled down her skirt with the other. Her feeling of powerlessness weighed down on her. Ruth-Anne could only depend on luck to get home without being accosted.

About four minutes into the seventy minute ride, it began. Somewhere behind her a hand snaked around to her left tit and began to play with it. Ruth-Anne was trapped, if she released the strap to swat the hand away, she very well could fall and pretty much show herself off to the whole train car. If she let go of the hem of her skirt she would show a lot as well. The fondling was beginning to tell on her. She almost spoke out loud when the hand pinched the breast. Slowly the hand worked down. Ruth-Anne worried that he... she assumed it was a man... was going for the glory. She was almost relieved when it sought to get inside her blouse. The hand brushed lightly against the skin of her side and rib cage traveling up to the breast. The fingers worked themselves under the elastic of the bra and onto the now sensitive surface of her breast. It was as though some sort of animal was undulating there and it was driving her to a real distraction. Her breath became ragged and she was again holding out against a betraying groan. The hand worked the bra up and over freeing the tit to the hand's attention. Whoever the owner of the hand was, they were determined to take full advantage.

The fingers kneaded the flesh and squeezed the breast working Ruth-Anne to a frenzy, but still she did not move for fear of revealing the naked vagina. She gave the person tacit permission to continue. And continue they did. The hand worked itself into position. Suddenly, ruth-Anne felt he nipple closed between two fingers and then painfully pinched knob between them. She actually jumped and almost let loose of the strap. She recovered enough composure to remain standing as she was.

Ruth-Anne's body was in the midst of something she had never imagined, she was sweating and her pussy was drenched. She found it hard to breath and her eyes were closed. This went had gone on for forty minutes, then suddenly the hand patted Ruth-Anne's breast like a pet or something and pulled out. She felt the slowing and several men from behind her exited. The violation of her breast was over. Still, the after effects were still holding Ruth-Anne's attention. Her eyes seemed distant to anyone who might of looked. It took the whole of the last thirty minutes, to come to her senses enough to recognize that she was at her stop.

Three couples and herself got off the train and Ruth-Anne began the frigid walk to her house. She was not done yet, she still had to sort out the keys that would open the key boxes that would allow her in. The exceptionally high heels would not allow her to hurry and the brief attire assured her that this could soon become painful. She arrived at her house and went around to the side and started to try the keys, there was no art to it she just tried them, her inventiveness had left her. She going through many keys because there were six more keys than key boxes. The temperature dropped, so she was shivering when the first key box opened and paper clips fell out. She went to the next station and repeated the scene with eleven keys and like the first, only paper clips fell out. On to the third station with the same results, as she suspected the longer she stood in the cold the worse it became. Her skin hurt and to top it off, she had to pee in the worst way and after the fourth key box released no key, she gave up, walked to a somewhat hidden spot and squatted. There was no need to lift her skirt, she was bared the instant she was down. The process was uncomfortable and she felt her skin stinging as the wind started to pick up. When she finished she shook herself as clean as she could and looked for key box number five. It took a moment of fumbling as her numbing fingers opened the key box, Still all that was produced was paper clips. Despondent and hurting from the cold she made her was to the sixth key box. It was even harder to get the key into the keyhole . She twisted it open and she spied the larger object fall. It was the house key. Ruth-Anne had to go through all the key-boxes to get it.

Now, the final bit of humiliation was left. Ruth-Anne made her way to the lighted front door , she still had to find the correct padlock key from the twelve she had. She was visibly shivering and her teeth were chattering. The cold wind felt as though it was driving needles into her skin. One, two, three keys, none turned. She continued on until the ninth key popped the padlock open. As quickly as she could, she put the house key up to unlock the door , but she dropped the key. She had to get on her hands and knees to look for it, now her bare ass and crotch were assaulted by the arctic-like wind. Finally, she found it and rose up not getting up from her knees and guided the key into the slot and gratefully felt the lock click open and Ruth-Anne just crawled into the house.

Ruth-Anne kicked the high heels off and stood. She went immediately to the thermostat and set the temperature to ninety degrees. She huddled next to a heater vent and sighed and began to cry when the warm air began to blow on her blue tinged body. She cried because the warmth bit as harshly as the cold had to begin with, and then from the whole experience.

Slowly, as she warmed, she began to move around. She went to the bathroom and drew a warm bath. As she disrobed, she observed a pungent smell, it was her own musk, from the misadventure on the way home. She bathed it away. Then, she went to the kitchen and pulled out anything she could eat without too much preparation. She had not eaten the entire time she was out, she had no money. Slowly, as she was fed and warm again. She considered the days events.

Most reasonable people would review the different situations and draw the conclusion that the whole scheme was a horrible idea and leave the whole scene behind. In Ruth-Anne's mind though, it was an unqualified success. She had let the close calls and the physical abuse she endured drop from her mind. The humiliation seemed not worthy of review. Ruth-Anne was ecstatic, but she wanted more danger and a real penalty, if something went wrong. Tomorrow, she would look for the answers to her new challenge. Ruth-Anne was going ever closer to the abyss.