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My Willing Disgrace Pt 04

My Willing Disgrace Pt 04

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THE NEXT DAY

I was standing outside of school, trying to work up the courage to go in. I felt a pit in my stomach. It was only yesterday that I'd been forced to run through the halls in my birthday suit. Half the school had witnessed it. While it had steep competition, it was probably the most humiliating moment of my life. And now I was supposed to go back in there and act like normal?

Yesterday had changed everything. The streak had only been one part of it. Ava had also brought in my nemesis Hazel to assist in my subjugation. We've been fighting for years, but with Ava's hands on the scale, Hazel had finally come out ahead in our rivalry. Now she owned me, same as Ava. To demonstrate this power, she had spanked my ass raw, then fucked me with a strap-on.

As a final insult to injury, after Hazel had put me through the ringer, I was thrown out and made to walk home completely naked. It wasn't a short trek. After all I had been put through at that point, I had thought that I was beyond embarrassment. That I could just walk by any onlooker, numb to their stares. That turned out to be false. The second someone laid eyes on me, shame rose out of my exhaustion like a phoenix. It wasn't just embarrassment from being seen naked in that moment, but a reminder of why I was naked. Every indignity suffered at the hands of Ava and Hazel weighed on me, dragging behind me like a heavy stone. Every new person I passed was like the video of my streak that I had been forced to watch, and as they saw my walk of shame, the tape rewound and replayed over and over.

I guess the rain was a blessing in disguise. Most people stayed in that night, and only saw me if they happened to look out the window at the right time. Relatively few people braved the weather. A friendly lady ran up to me and insisted I take her umbrella. That was really nice of her. I was already soaked by then, but I mostly used the umbrella to cover myself.

A man drove up next to me. He mistook me for a hooker and tried to negotiate a price. I briefly considered trading him a blowjob for a ride home, but with my luck he'd probably dump me at the far edge of town. So I just told him to leave me alone. After hounding me for a block, he finally drove off. Just as I thought I'd gotten rid of him, he turned the car around and sped past me through a puddle, spraying me with muddy water.

I was completely exhausted by the time I got home. I fell into bed, still wet, and passed out immediately. I half expected to wake up with a cold from the walk home. That would have given me an excuse to call in sick. Instead, I woke up infuriatingly vital. Once again, my body had betrayed me.

So I went to school, my anxiety building the entire way. And now it was time. Classes were about to start, I couldn't delay any longer. I had to face the music.

I repeated to myself the old saying - "this too shall pass". I know high school. Memory is short, and people lose interest quickly. Today I might be the main character. But it wouldn't last. A few days, a week tops, and the students will glom onto some other event and forget about me and my naked run. Hazel will remember. Ava will remember. But the rest will forget. I just have to get through it.

I could feel people's eyes on me as I walked down the hallway. Conversations hushed when I got near. A few students that spotted me turned their heads and stifled laughter. I tried my best to ignore it, and act like nothing was wrong. But I couldn't help recognizing a few people from the streak. Their faces, amused and callous, were as burned into my memory as my naked body undoubtedly was in theirs. I felt my cheeks heat up as I walked past them.

A picture had been stuck to my locker. It depicted me, on my knees, nude, kissing Hazel's ass. The picture was shot in such a way that all of me was visible, my breasts dangling in full view, an expression of defeat and shame on my face. Meanwhile, only the side of Hazel's naked buttock was visible, no more than you'd see in a bathing suit. Sophie was truly an artist, framing the picture in such a way that it let Hazel keep her modesty while taking all of mine.

Everyone around me had obviously already seen it, and they were milling around, waiting to see what my reaction would be. My emotions were so easy to read that they might as well have been subtitled. Approaching my locker, seeing something taped there, I first got a look of anxious puzzlement, wondering what it could be, sensing that it wouldn't be good. My eyes bulged out as I saw the picture's motif, a feeling of horror and dismay spreading through me. My face turned scarlet from embarrassment as I contemplated the implications. How long had it been up there, and how many people had already walked past? Self-consciousness took hold as I felt everyone around studying me.

I ripped the picture of my locker and crumbled it. Not wanting it loose, I stuffed it in my locker. I held my head down, avoided eye contact and headed to class. The snickering behind me told me the people were satisfied with my reactions. But there was one emotion they weren't privy to. Knowing people had seen me naked in such an undignified state, I couldn't help it. I got aroused. I had to go to the bathroom, splash some cold water on my face, and try to regain my composure. Control yourself, I thought. That kind of reaction is what got you into this mess.

I'd been cutting it a bit close to class. By the time I got there, the rest of my classmates were already seated. Their eyes went to me as I entered. Even though not all of them had seen the streak, it was surely all people had been talking about yesterday. I scanned the room, looking for a place to sit. There were no places empty next to my friends. The only seat available was in the front row.

It was hard to focus in class. Sitting in the front, I could not see what the rest of the class was up to. There's always whispered conversations and hushed giggles in every class, and it would be vain to think all of it was about me. Still, there were a few times where I could pick out my name or a key word in the chatter, often from Hazel's corner. About halfway through, the teacher saw a note being passed around. He told the recipient, one of Hazel's friends, to bring it to him. He looked it over and sneered, and started chiding the class on their childish behavior. He crumpled the note and tossed it at the trashcan but missed, and it fell under my desk half opened. On the note, I could see a crude drawing of a naked girl getting spanked by a wooden ladle.

I caught up with my friends after class. They weren't as spiteful as the rest, but they had a lot of questions about exactly what happened yesterday that I didn't know how to answer. The actual truth of the streak was still a matter of debate at school. Some knew that Ava was behind it, although theories for how she got me naked varied, everything from blackmail to seduction. Of course, since the faculty blamed me for everything, the idea that I acted alone was also a common theory. My friends didn't know what to believe. I told them I didn't want to talk about it, but it was hard for them to just let it drop.

Hazel wasted no time getting her side of the story out. Aside from her usual friend group, she had attracted several gossip hungry girls, who listened to her with rapt attention. I had no way to stop her. Those people would soon hear all about my perversions, my deal with Ava and of course, my forced submission to Hazel. I wondered, would she end the story there? Or would she tell them about the party, about what I let her do to me?

Hazel didn't out me to my friends. The few times she came over to mock me, she danced around the subject, making allusions and jokes that flew over their heads. But her friends were in on the jokes, and they delighted in watching me squirm.

My friends tried to stand up for me, bless them. Unfortunately, I was powerless to stand up for myself. Hazel held all the cards. I was her slave. I tried to ignore her, to act as if her words didn't bother me. It was the only way I could think of to save face in front of my friends, while at the same time letting her openly mock me. I was walking a tightrope, and it wasn't a very graceful dance.

"Why did you let her walk all over you like that?" my friends asked afterwards.

"Fighting back will just make it worse. If I don't engage, she'll get bored." I answered. It was complete bullshit, but I hoped it would sound convincing enough. They weren't satisfied with it, and started getting annoyed with my obfuscation. With tensions high, I made an excuse to detach.

I laid low for the rest of the day, in secluded corners of the school, my face buried in a book. I had to reread every line several times. I just couldn't focus on the words. My mind kept drifting to Hazel, getting popular off of besmirching my name. As I sat there, I heard someone clearing their throat. I looked up to see Olivia sneering down at me. She'd been sent to find me. I still had my daily submission to Ava. With everything else, I had almost forgotten.

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We met up with Ava and Sophie, who were waiting for us outside of a girls' bathroom. The same one where my streak had ended yesterday. We went in. A couple of girls were checking their makeup, but they excused themselves and quickly fled the scene when they saw who entered. Olivia positioned herself near the door, to prevent any further interruptions.

For once, I wasn't up for this. I had had my fill of humiliation, and was still upset about yesterday. The girls could pick up on my agitation, and started teasing me. Olivia went in the hardest, she seemed to really enjoy watching me crack for once.

Then Ava did something that took me by surprise. She turned to her friends and asked them to wait outside. Sophie and Olivia gave each other a knowing grin, then left. I was now alone with Ava for the first time in forever. I was glad to be free of the peanut gallery, but worried about what would happen next.

Ava looked me up and down, scanning my body with quiet intensity. I felt myself getting hot and my cheeks blush. Ava might be the devil herself, but I couldn't help finding her incredibly attractive. She had an air of confidence that never wavered. Even as I crumbled before her, she'd stand above me with unassailable poise. She was like the eye of the storm, the calm center of chaos.

She walked up behind me, touching my shoulders with a softness that gave me goosebumps. She spoke to me in a low tone, purring like a cat. "Hey sourpuss, why are you acting so glum? You wanted this, remember?" Her hands moved over my body, one grabbing my breast, the other tracing my outline down towards my waist.

"I gave you a choice, remember? Freedom or submission. To be left alone, or to be my slave. And what did you choose?"

"To be your slave." I stammered out. She pinched my nipple hard, making me squeal. "To be your slave, m-mistress!" I corrected myself, and she let up.

She moved in closer, hugging me from behind. Never before had she touched me so sensually. She had always been a distant mistress, letting others use me while she kept her hands clean. That distance had made her my biggest fantasy - the only one I couldn't have, the only one I wanted. Now maybe, a glimmer of hope.

"I've seen the way you look at me when I order you around." she said. "You fucking love it. It turns you on."

Her hand moved between my legs and she pressed gently. My heart started to flutter, my breathing turned heavy. There was no subtlety here, no mistaking her intent. She was coming on to me. This was happening. For a beautiful moment, everything else was forgotten. The trials of yesterday, the public loss of my dignity, none of it mattered then. If I got to hook up with Ava, it might just be worth it.

"Say it."

"I love it, mistress. You turn me on, so bad..."

"Show me."

She let me go. I quickly pulled off my pants and stepped out of them. She turned me around and lifted me up on the countertop. She pushed my legs apart, to check how wet she made me. I spread my pussy lips, so she could see everything.

"You want me, don't you? You want to fuck me. Want me to fuck you."

"Yes, mistress, I want you!" I said. I started touching myself demonstratively before her. Showing her, in words and deeds, the immense sway she held over me, and how far I'd go to please her.

"That's why you've followed my commands. Why you've stripped for me..."

"Yes..."

"Masturbated for my friends..."

"Yes..."

"What else have you done?"

"I... I've walked around naked in public. I've let strangers touch me. I've fucked your friends while Sophie filmed me. Sucked cock and licked cunt. I even let Harper fuck me in the ass. Anything you asked, I have done."

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I was in a frenzy. My fingers between my legs, rational thought all lost, I laid it all out. Then I begged her, pleaded with her to please let me serve her, to be her sex toy, her whore. I would brave any humiliation, be her slave forever, if I could only taste her pussy.

Then I stopped dead in my tracks. A toilet flushed. My blood ran cold. Someone else was in here. Had been in here, all along.

I looked up at Ava, who stared back into my eyes with radiant, sinister glee. She had known. This had all been a set-up. She had played me like a fiddle.

"Well I'm flattered," she said mockingly, "but unlike you, I have standards."

Ava stepped back, her foot on my discarded pants. I sat frozen, my legs still spread as the bathroom stall opened. Chelsea the cheerleader stepped out. I despaired. It couldn't have been worse if it was my own mother. The most popular, most gossipy girl at school had listened in as listed off my most degrading moments, as I threw myself wholehearted at the feet of my own bully. She would tell everyone what she'd heard, everyone would listen and believe her, and it would spread like wildfire. The whole truth. Not a rumor or an incomplete picture, but the whole filthy truth. And I had thought things couldn't get any worse for me.

Chelsea hastened out of the bathroom without washing her hands. The look of disgust on her face lingered like a phantom. Ava savored my dumbstruck expression a moment before leaving me, blue-balled and shamefaced.

PUBLIC DISGRACE

I was doomed. Ava had decided that she didn't want things to go back to normal for me. She wanted me ruined, my reputation shattered, my life destroyed. And she couldn't have asked for a better accomplice than yours truly. Because I still obeyed her. Truth is, it never entered my mind not to. My submission had gone beyond kink, into some kind of twisted code of honor. I had given her my word, and in my mind, that contract was ironclad and unbreakable. I was like a samurai, committing social seppuku to please her master.

One day, when I was meeting up with the gang, there were three other guys standing around. It was Andy, the guy I'd blown after he caught me masturbating with a lollipop, and two of the buddies he swore he wouldn't tell. Ava made no moves to get them to leave.

"Today I don't want you wearing underwear. You bra and panties - hand them over to me, now."

I clipped off my bra under my shirt and slipped it off. Ava was merciful today, and didn't object that I had kept my clothes on. The guys were drooling, watching my nipples poking through the fabric. Then I slipped off my panties under my skirt.

Ava made me get down on all fours and kiss her feet. The boys moved behind me, trying to sneak a peek under my skirt. I then had to crawl over to Sophie, and give her sneakers a smooch. Then it was Dylan's turn. As I approached, he started backing away. I had to chase him down on all fours, to the delight of the crowd.

I started towards Olivia, but she stopped me. "Do them instead." she said, pointing to Andy and his friends. I cringed at the idea. Having them as spectators was bad enough. Was I to become everyone's servant? But I did as I was told. I crawled over to them, and put my lips on all their shoes in turn. With every kiss, I felt myself become lower and lower.

Ava threw my underwear to the three boys, then left me there with them. When I asked them for my clothes back, they said they'd trade them to me for blowjobs. No way. After haggling for a minute, I got them to settle for a flashing. I pulled up my shirt and my skirt, and they ogled my bits like a dog eyes a mutton chop.

Andy made a move to fondle my breasts. I pulled back. The deal was they could see, not touch. "Why are you acting so shy for? You've already had my dick in your mouth." he said, as his friends closed in around me. I caved under the pressure. All three began groping me, squeezing my tits and ass, feeling the wetness between my thighs. One of them even stuck his finger in my mouth, working it in and out.

Afterwards, they gave me my underwear, and I quickly put them on. "Don't worry, we won't tell anyone.", they said as they left. I didn't believe them. In any case, I knew they'd be back.

From that point on, my submissions became less and less private. Ava was clever enough to avoid attention from the teachers, but she wasn't fussy about other students. There were often people around when she bullied me. It didn't get sexual very often. She saved that for special occasions. But she made sure people knew how pathetic I was, and the power she held over me.

For example. One time she took me into the locker room - ladies, fortunately. Less fortunately for me, it was just before a lesson, and was crowded with girls getting ready for gym. I was marched through them, and into the showers, still dressed. The girls watched with morbid curiosity as Ava ordered me to turn on the water. The audience gasped as I and all my clothes were drenched under the cold water. I could see them all murmuring to each other as I stayed under the water jet.

My friends started distancing themselves. They thought it was embarrassing to be associated with a girl who sucked off bullies in the bathroom. They started excluding me. They'd plan hangouts where I wasn't invited, and at lunch they would pick tables without any room for me. I got the message. Most of them were just cold, but a few of them started acting really nasty towards me. It was like they thought my submission was a personal betrayal, and now they had a grudge. That really sucked. Once we seemed like sisters, and now they were throwing shade at me in the halls.

While my old friend group wasn't okay having me around anymore, there was someone who was. Hazel. She let me sit with her at lunch, and work with her on school projects. Not as a friend or equal, obviously. More like a pet or servant. But it was better than being alone.

Actually, it could have been a lot worse. My relationship with Hazel sorta improved the more we hung around each other. It wasn't as actively hostile. For the most part, she stopped sniping at me. There was no point to it, she had nothing to prove. And in return, I treated her with deference. I never talked back to her, and if she told me to do something I obeyed. On school projects, she basically made me do all the work, then took credit. And she was always helpfully reminding me when it was time to report to Ava.

But there were times when she wanted to make a statement. Like, that picture of me kissing her ass? She had copies, and she made me put one up inside my locker. That one I wasn't allowed to take down. It was to serve as a daily reminder of who was boss.

Hazel started becoming more popular since my streak, and acquired a retinue of new friends. Those sycophants were impressed by her control of me, and they would push her to use it. If they were with her, there was a big chance she'd try to impress them at my expense.

One event stands out clearly. I've had a pretty long day already. Earlier, Dylan had taken me into the bathroom and made me blow him. Nothing new. But the really bad part was that we hadn't been alone. A couple of boys were in the bathroom, they saw us enter a cubicle together. Dylan, loud enough for them to hear, commanded me to suck his dick. Beneath the gap in the cubicle they could see me kneeling, and hear the wet sounds of my work.

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