My Willing Disgrace Pt 02

THE AFTERMATH

I lay still for a few minutes in the afterglow of my orgasm, hearing their voices disappear in the distance. Then a cold wind blew in and I got to my feet. I was still naked. The gang had taken all my clothes, with no regard for how I'd get home after they had had their fun.

Luckily, I had anticipated - or to be honest, hoped - for something like this, and had made some preparations. I snuck out of the skatepark, wary of any people that might wander by, and made my way up to a nearby bush where I had stashed a bag of gym clothes. I put them on. I had no underwear and no shoes, but I was thankful that I wouldn't have to streak all the way home. Good thing too. Some road construction that day had diverted quite a lot of traffic to the street I was walking along, and it was rush hour. The street was jam packed with cars and I walked along it for almost half an hour. If I hadn't prepared, so many people would have witnessed my walk of shame.

I was on edge coming into school the next day. After the lake incident, the story had gotten around really quickly. And this latest happening was a lot juicier. How fast would word spread? Was there a new nickname already waiting for me?

I walked around like a paranoid schizophrenic. I imagined every passing glance as a knowing stare. Every conversation I couldn't make out made me wonder if it was about me, and every casual laugh felt like a joke at my expense. I kept my ears pricked in class for any sign of people talking behind my back. And when class was over, I dreaded going back into the halls, imagining that Ava and the gang had spent the entire hour spreading the news.

There were no stories going around. However, there was a note attached to my locker from the gang. It said to meet them during the lunch break.

I didn't eat much. I didn't have any appetite. I made an excuse to my friends, then went off to seek out Ava. I felt like a felon turning herself in. I found the gang sitting at a table in the corner of the school grounds. Olivia had her feet on the table and was wearing my shoes. "Looks better on me, don't you think?" she said. That was debatable, but I wasn't dumb enough to disagree.

Ava told me to sit down. I got a bench to myself while they all sat opposite. I was apprehensive. Before, they had all seen me as just a spineless target, someone they could push around without consequence. They hadn't cared enough to see deeper than that, and their indifference had been my safety net. No matter how cutting their remarks, or what humiliation they inflicted on me, there was a part of me they could never reach. But I had handed that part to them on a silver platter. Now these five sadists knew me better than anyone else in the world.

"Go ahead and touch yourself, since we both know you want to." Ava said. I reflexively looked around to see if anyone was watching us. "I'm sorry, did I stutter? Do as I say, slave."

I slipped my hand into my pants and started rubbing my clit, as discreetly as I could. I was sitting with my back towards the school grounds. I didn't know if anyone was paying attention. I kept my gaze locked on Ava, too scared to confirm our privacy, hoping no one could make out what I was doing.

As I was touching myself, Ava started to explain the new routine. She laid things out slowly, with plenty of pauses, digressions, and more than a few barbs, giving me time to work myself up. Things were gonna change, now that I was her bitch. Every day at school, I was to seek them out, to "pay my respects" to Ava, and await any further instructions.

"Mmhmm." I said, trying to keep from moaning.

She laid out a few extra rules. When I was paying my respects, I would be on my knees. When talking to Ava, I would address her as mistress. "Though I'd prefer to not hear you speak at all unless spoken to."

"Mhm, yes mistress." My words came out breathy. I was starting to get into it and they could tell.

When given a command, I was to do it, no questions asked. If I failed, I would be punished. If she wasn't around, I would answer to her friends instead. If any of them gave me a command, I was to do it no questions asked, unless it conflicted with something Ava said.

I was getting close. I tried to keep steady. I didn't want to cum there, it was too public.

One last thing she said. I would be spending a lot more time with them this year. But that didn't mean we were equals, or friends. "Always remember your place. You are not one of us. You will never be one of us. You are property, and I own you. Say it."

"I... am not your equal. I am your slave... you are... the master. My mistress..."

"That's it. You're dismissed." she said, then raised her voice and added "Get the fuck out of here, and STOP TOUCHING YOURSELF YOU SLUT!" I yanked my hands up from my crotch and jumped up. Scanning the yard, I saw a few heads that had turned at the yell. I hurried off, blushing and still teetering on the edge of orgasm.

HANGING OUT

A day later, before noon, they grabbed me and told me we'd be going out. I had lessons, but they didn't care. Looks like we were all cutting class. We walked off. I was in the center, their arms around my shoulders. From a distance it might have seemed like I was just one of the gang. In truth, I was more like a mouse caught by a cat, carried off so it could play with its food.

As I spent time with the gang, I got to know them and see their dynamic. They were a tight-knit group, with an "us against the world" mentality. While they did crack wise at each other, their jokes showed none of the viciousness they used on others. It might have been heartwarming how well they got along if they weren't such bastards. Ava was the de-facto leader, often the ones making plans or getting the last word in disagreements. On the other side was Sophie, the cheering section. She seldom took initiative, preferring to point and laugh. She was always laughing at me. Olivia came from money and it showed in the worst ways. She was a stuck up bitch, entitled and snooty.

Harper was the muscle, strong and quick to anger, but he had a soft spot for Ava. I sometimes suspected that his favorite part of humiliating me was making Ava laugh. And Dylan... was a real piece of work. It's surprising a misogynist like him had so many female friends. Or maybe it was just me he hated? More than any others, he treated me like dirt, never letting me forget how little he thought of me.

They took me to a mall. There was a small boutique that I had never been in before that sold risqué clothing - goth and fetish outfits, sexy lingerie. They wanted a fashion show. Luckily, there wasn't much activity in the store at that time, just us and a female clerk who looked at us with suspicion.

They picked through the stacks, trying to find the most ridiculous clothing for me to wear. Ava picked out a novelty french maid costume for me to try. This was one hell of a skimpy outfit. It consisted of a black string tied bra with white lace, a transparent black miniskirt and black g-string panties. It had a white apron that was practically a napkin it was so small, and lacy white garters and headband. The clerk kept an eye on us. I wondered what she was thinking, seeing me strut around in underwear while my companions laughed at me. Whatever she thought, it couldn't be worse than the truth.

The next outfit was this short latex dress. It didn't show the bits, but I still felt embarrassed as I stood among them, twirling at their command. It had a zipper in the front of the dress that they pulled down, revealing my cleavage and bra underneath.

"No bra for this next one." Ava said, and handed me a bundle of clothes so small that I wondered if it would even fit. I went to change and inspected the clothes. I gulped. It was a black fishnet top, completely transparent... and that was it. No wonder the bundle seemed light. I put it on with shaking hands. In the mirror I saw what I would be displaying, bare legs up to my thong, breasts visible through my see-through top. I looked ready to go to bed, not out into a store.

Nervous excitement, knowing I'd soon go out into the store wearing almost nothing. The place was almost empty, sure, but the clerk was there. I took a breath to steady myself, and stepped out into the store. I saw the clerk's eyes widen for a second. She hadn't expected me to be so bold. I stood in the middle of the group as they inspected me. I prayed I wasn't wet enough for it to show.

After a few agonizingly long moments they were satisfied. Ava told me to get dressed, but to skip the underwear. I got back into the clothes I came with. My shirt was a white button down blouse, and you could see my nipples poking through the fabric. The skirt was black and went down to just above my knees, but the cold air on my privates made me feel naked.

Ava wanted the french maid outfit, and told me to pay for it. "Uh, I don't have any money..." I said timidly. "Olivia, can you front the money?" she said.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Sure. But I'm not a charity. You're gonna pay me back, Skinnydipper." I made a note to do so as soon as I could. I did not want to owe these people money.

After the clothing store, the gang wanted to eat, so we went to the food court. Ava was carrying my underwear. I sat in the middle of them and was told to keep my legs spread. Ava put my underwear on the table in front of me, tauntingly close and in open view. People passed by. My heart was in my throat, waiting for someone to notice. Two women walked by, and one of them glanced over. She saw the panties and bra on the table... then caught my no doubt terrified eyes... and then she glanced down under the table. She averted her eyes and kept moving, blushing almost as much as I did. She whispered to her friend and pointed me out. The others were giggling around me as I sank down in my seat.

Then Ava started undoing the buttons on my blouse. I couldn't believe how brazen she was, we were in the middle of a mall in broad daylight! She opened the buttons all the way down and parted the blouse slightly, leaving a gap from my neck to my navel, enough so that anyone passing could see that I was wearing nothing underneath. I sat still, trying not to disturb the shirt, wondering just how far she would take this. Some time passed while the gang ate and drank, joking around with each other, boisterous and loud. I was keeping an eye out for passing people, to see if anyone spotted me. I would have been hard to miss, what with my spread legs, opened shirt and beet red, sweaty cheeks.

"Hey Skinnydipper." Ava said. "I think you've got some fans."

A group of four college aged boys sat a couple of tables across from us. They were huddled together, looking directly at me. My legs felt like two magnets being held apart, strongly pulling towards each other. I fought the urge to close them.

Ava grabbed one side of my blouse and pulled it back like a curtain, exposing one of my breasts. My eyes were locked on the four guys, and theirs were locked on me. My heart felt like it was about to explode, it was beating so fast. I sat there for an eternity, or it might have been ten seconds. This is gonna make a great story, I thought. A great story for them to tell everyone they know at every party they'll go to.

In the periphery of my vision, I could see Ava lift her hand and beckon the guys forth. They got up and started walking, slowly and assuredly towards us like storm clouds near the horizon. I wanted to hide, but I sat frozen, unmoving. I felt Ava's hands on me, grabbing my blouse, slipping it down off my shoulders...

And it was at that time that we were kicked out of the mall. An angry middle aged chef ran up and screamed at me to cover up and get out, threatening to call security. In a second I was once again covered, though the feeling of exposure lingered as we left.

The gang was done with me after that, slapping my ass as we parted. It was still early, I could have returned to school, but I was too wound up. I went home to alleviate some pressure.

PARTY FAVORS

It was the weekend. Ava's parents were out of town, and she was having a little party. I was to attend, but I was not a guest. I was to be the entertainment... and the help.

Ava threw me the french maid outfit we bought and told me to put it on. After watching me get dressed, Ava led me to the kitchen where she handed me a platter. My job was basically to be a waitress, serving beer, getting snacks, and cleaning up if something spills. She poured a glass of wine for herself, but explicitly forbade me any liquid courage. She wanted me sober, with nothing to numb the sensations.

Her friends arrived. To my chagrin, it wasn't just the usual group. The girl who saw my breasts in the bathroom, the one who said I had a "nice rack", was there. I learned her name was Mia. There were a few others that I didn't recognize, possibly from another school, and one guy who seemed a bit older. They were obviously curious about me, and I became a topic of conversation. Ava made sure to tell them exactly who I was and what my deal was, even telling them how I had stripped and masturbated for them.

All in all there were nine people, five girls and four boys. And they were all eye-fucking me while I served them their drinks. As they drank, they got rowdier, pinching my ass, grabbing my breasts, making lewd jokes and comments at my expense. A few times they deliberately threw empty cans and bottles on the floor to make me bend over and pick them up. As I bent over, they pulled down my panties exposing my rear.

After a couple of hours, Ava took me and led me into a bathroom. She had a pair of handcuffs on her, and told me to put my hands behind my head. I obediently complied. She cuffed me to a pipe in the walls.

She went back into the other room, leaving the door open so I could hear her. "Alright everyone, time to liven this party up with some games. We're gonna play seven minutes in heaven. But my version is a little bit different. I'm gonna spin this bottle, and whoever it lands on gets seven minutes alone with my slave. You can do whatever you want with her, no one will judge you." Cheers and hollering followed. All of a sudden I was very wet.

The first lucky one was Mia. She untied my bra at the neck and let it fall, hanging uselessly beneath my breasts. Then she pulled my panties down to my knees, exposing my glistening pussy. She traced a finger around the edge of my vagina, then slipped a finger inside making me gasp.

"Holy shit, you are soaking wet." she said.

She took the finger out and brought it to my face. Taking the hint, I put it in my mouth and licked my juices off it. A impish smile spread across her face.

"You really are a kinky freak, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am a kinky freak..." I moaned as she plunged her finger in me once more. She took out her finger and held it up. "Me too." she said. Then to my surprise, she put her finger in her mouth, tasting me.

She got close, pressing her body against mine, touching me sensually, before pulling me in for a kiss. She was a damn good kisser too. She fingered me as we made out, working me up to a frenzy. But every time I got close, she pulled back, leaving me frustratingly close to the edge. Seven minutes passed in bliss and agony.

The second one was one of the boys I didn't know, the older one. He was probably in his early twenties. I never caught his name. He initially just stood in the doorway with a bottle of beer, quietly taking in my exposed body. His stare burned into me, lingering on my tits and pussy, making me very self conscious. There was no hiding, no covering up. He saw everything. I didn't even know him.

After finishing his beer, he approached and put his hands on me. He squeezed my breasts, kneading them like dough. He told me to turn around. I managed to do it by crossing my hands. He put his hands on my ass and let them linger for a bit. Then he started spanking me. Hard. The others must have heard me crying out from the other room. He continued for the remainder of his time, leaving my ass red and sore.

Sophie came in next with an evil grin. I had no idea what to expect from her. I foolishly thought she might go easy on me. She came up and started tickling me! I was writhing, spasming uncontrollably, unable to escape the tickling onslaught. Through fits of panicked laughter I begged her to stop. That only egged her on further, she was merciless. She kept this up for the full seven minutes, nearly driving me insane. That was the worst one by far. I'd take a thousand spankings before enduring that again.

Next came Dylan. He wasted no time. He pushed me down to a squatting position, unbuckled his pants and pulled out his penis. He slapped it across my face, leaving traces of precum on my cheeks. His penis hardened, and I knew what he wanted before he said it.

"Suck my dick, slut. That's all you're good for."

A memory came to me. I remembered a time at school, one of my orchestrated meetings with the gang. I had some school books with me, and Dylan had snatched them away, teasing me, holding them above my head and making me jump. He said that I had cocksucker lips. "Doesn't she have cocksucker lips? I bet she sucks a lot of cocks. Don't you?" I tried to reach for my books, but he pulled them away.

"You want these back? Repeat after me: 'I have cocksucker lips'."

"I have cocksucker lips." I said, but he wasn't satisfied.

"I can't hear you." I repeated it. "Louder!"

"I HAVE COCKSUCKER LIPS!" I yelled. I heard shocked laughter behind me, not from the gang - we had been drawing attention. Dylan dropped the books at his feet.

"Get on your knees then." He looked at me with smug amusement. I could feel everyone watching me.

I squatted down to pick up the books. He was standing over them, and I was uncomfortably close to his crotch. I leaned over further, reaching for the books. As I did, he thrust his groin forward, humping my face like a dog.

I recoiled and fell on my back. and looked up to see him and his friends laughing at me. He kicked away the books before leaving, and I had to awkwardly gather them up, then walk past the unsympathetic onlookers who had witnessed the scene. They were trying to hold back laughter. As I passed them, I heard them cracking up. I had felt so embarrassed, so ashamed.

And now I was beneath him, once again eye level with his crotch. Only this time, there was no clothing separating his cock from my cocksucker lips. "You can do whatever you want with her, no one will judge you.", Ava had said. But who would judge me?

I remembered the shame he had made me feel. I felt it now, as I squatted, naked and in bondage in front of him. I let the feeling flood over me, overwhelming my sense of self. I felt hot. And so unbelievably turned on.

When I had lost the bogus wager that had bound me to Ava, I knew it would come to this. I had wanted it to come to this. Even without the cuffs, I know I would have been down on my knees right now. God help me, I wanted to suck his dick. Not because I liked him, no, but because he degraded me and I reveled in it. Because I am a shame slut. And I crave humiliation.

I bent forward and swallowed his cock, taking the entire shaft into my mouth. I worshiped his penis, sucking it like I had been born to do it, moaning like a pornstar. After a few minutes, he grabbed the back of my head and started face fucking me. He picked up speed and I did my best to keep from gagging on his cock. Finally he pulled out and jerked off on my face until he came. Thick ropes of cum shot out of his cock. It landed in my hair, covered my face and dripped down my mouth and chin. Satisfied, he wiped himself off on my breasts, and then left me there, used and dripping.

I heard the conversation from the other room.

"Already? There's like two minutes left."