Author's Note: Thanks for your interest in this story! For the very first of Anna's adventures, check out "Craving Humiliation Ch. 1" although it is not strictly necessary to enjoy this story. I would like to thank my editor AsylumSeeker for translating my mad ramblings into coherent English. I heartily recommend him to any would-be writers.
Although for stylistic reasons the characters are not blurting out their ages, rest assured they are all over eighteen.
Chapter 2: Denial
Today was my first day back at College after the humiliating event of last week. I had been found tied up and dripping wet with some guy's sperm as well as female pee all over me lying on a weight machine workout bench by one of the gym instructors. After having my hair cut off I had been carried to the nurse and then the principal's office, where I refused to identify my attackers or contact authorities. Not wanting to prolong my humiliation the college authorities let it drop and gave me a week off. A week I spent in bed, healing my abused body and mourning my beautiful hair, now cut a little above shoulder level.
The pictures of my ordeal had not surfaced on the net, but from some of the looks I was occasionally getting gave me the impression they had been shown around. I was nervous; I couldn't help blushing every time someone looked at me, and my heart threatened to beat out of my chest.
I felt like I might be sick any moment but somehow, despite all that I had gone through, my pussy was drenched. I had been having the same dream night after night since that day. Instead of being found by a lone instructor, I was discovered by a whole class that touched and mocked me. To my shame I would always wake up with a raging need to masturbate. God, I was a slut.
I checked the clock over the hallway as I made my way through the throng of students; ten minutes before class. I quickened my pace but grimaced and slowed again; I was still a little sore and walking too fast hurt. At the next intersection I turned and headed for the less crowded gym area, where I could cut across to my class.
As expected the gym area wasn't as crowded. Everyone with classes here would be changing; the other students passing through wouldn't get in my way. I checked the hour again; eight minutes. I gritted my teeth and accelerated a little.
A blonde came in from a hallway further ahead and I froze. It was Mandy! She had her back to me and hadn't seen me as she sped off ahead. Should I turn back?
"Whoa look at that!" a guy heading toward me said to his buddy.
With horror I realized I had started massaging my clit through my jeans in the middle of the hallway, and in plain sight of everyone! I grabbed my books with both hands and quickly lowered my head to hide my blushing. I could hear the guys joking about what they'd do to the horny girl as they went past me. I started walking again before they could try anything.
I tried following Mandy while keeping my distance, which wasn't too hard since she was walking faster than me. She was wearing one of her skimpy skirts that exposed the bottom of her ass cheeks with every step and a tank top which I was guessing nearly made her breasts spill out of it as it always did. She abruptly swerved and entered a locker room.
I stopped in front of it, indecisive. I was late anyway, should I try talking to her? Maybe make peace? I noticed my hand was going for my clit again and I snatched it... I made my decision and went in.
The air was humid; I could hear a shower somewhere, out of sight. Mandy was standing near a bench with a gaggle of her bikini-clad friends; she was topless in her panties, her friends urging her to hurry.
"Come on Mandy!" one said. "You know how Miss..." She spotted me and stopped. Mandy turned around; first she was shocked, and then her face clouded in anger.
"What the hell are you doing here!?" she stalked toward me. "Don't you ever learn?"
She grabbed my shoulders painfully and pushed me to the ground, my books falling everywhere. While I was laying there on my back she reached for my shirt and tried getting it over my head. I started flailing my arms around; I hit her hard on the arm and with a gasp she let go of me. I got up quickly, holding my arms tightly over me for protection.
"Look, I just want to talk," I pleaded.
She didn't reply, but rather just stood staring at me looking pissed, her friends gathering around her.
Suddenly she launched herself at me again. We fell down and she landed on top, pushing my breath out of me. As I lay there trying to get the air back with her laying on me, holding me still, her friends grabbed hold of my legs and arms. She sat back on my thighs with her quickened breaths making her breasts jiggle.
"You bitch," she said while releasing the air in her lungs. "You hit me!"
She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it, exposing my breasts. I must have forgotten to wear a bra. Other hands grabbed for the shirt and it was lifted off my arms.
"Look," one of her friends announced to the group. "They look even smaller than in the pictures." They all laughed at my chest and my face reddened in humiliation. My breasts were not that small! Were they?
"I think she likes it when I play with her small tits," Mandy declared, reaching down and cupping my breasts. "That's too bad because it won't happen." She let go and stood up, her breasts bouncing. "Strip her and make her kneel over the bench."
My shoes and socks came off. My jeans were unzipped and with one motion were dragged down with my panties, over my legs and thrown somewhere. Here I was with my wet pussy exposed to Mandy and her friends.
There were a couple of chuckles for "the slut" and I was dragged and made to kneel over the wooden bench, my ass exposed and my breasts hanging down on the other side.
Mandy opened her mouth to speak but a voice cut through the room and everyone jumped.
"Ladies, class is starting," an older female voice announced. "Is anyone still in here?"
No one spoke and after a moment the click of a door closing echoed through the room. A hand went to my ass, slowly massaging it.
"You like that?" Mandy asked.
The next moment the hand was gone. I let out a yelp as it was replaced by a stinging pain; a loud smack echoed through the room.