Craving Humiliation Ch 03

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 3: Surrender

I lay on the toilet slumping as the last traces of the orgasm left me when reality came back with a shock. I had played with myself in class, walked through the halls half naked, and then fucked myself at the top of my lungs in one of the stalls of the Men's room.

Oh God! Had anyone heard? I bounded up jerking the stall door open. The first thing I saw was my reflection in the mirror; my hair was dripping wet and only the two middle buttons of my blouse were still attached, completely exposing my tummy and the top of my breasts. What wasn't exposed to the air was still visible to the eyes as the clinging fabric was now transparent, revealing my nipples and areolas.

My legs and feet were bare and my micro-skirt was bunched up and exposing my pussy. I couldn't see it but that dang permanent marker was still sticking out of my ass. I looked like a slut. I had been a fool; following Mandy, going to class like this, had all been a terrible mistake.

What I saw as I turned my head made my blood run cold; a small crowd had gathered in the hallway outside the open bathroom door. When they had my attention they started hollering and applauding. I wanted to die! My vision was blurring and I desperately needed a place to hide, but the only way out of the room was through them.

I broke out in tears; what choice did I have? I started running and burst into the crowd. They were not interested in moving, forcing me to push my way bodily through them. Hands reached out, fondling me as I went.

The last two buttons of my blouse snapped and it sprang open. As it did my small breasts were exposed and hands dug into them. Finally I escaped the crowd surrounding me in sobs and kept running, hands holding my blouse closed, skirt fluttering in the wind.

I had to get home. I kept running, followed by more voices as I passed through the halls. I could barely see where I was going thanks to my heaving sobs and bumped into people on the way, but finally I reached the front hall and with a sigh of relief made it out of the building.

I looked around holding my blouse up to me, ignoring the stragglers outside. Just my luck; I could see a bus heading for the campus' stop and I ran for it. I reached it just as the doors were swinging open for a couple. Still in tears I pushed past them, ran up the stairs, and beyond the shocked driver and seated people while heading for the back.

Upon reaching the end I sat down quickly and recoiled back up with a yelp of pain, making my now forgotten blouse flow open, flashing everyone as I fumbled for it. I had forgotten my ass and legs were still sensitive from the spanking they got, or that I had a marker up my ass. Throwing myself down on the seat as I had, I had sent my backside burning again and had managed to painfully jab the marker deeply up my ass. Reluctantly I gave up on the idea of trying to sit down again.

Holding the blouse close to my chest with one hand, I grabbed a hand support with the other, resisting the urge to rub my behind. Tears started flowing and I lowered my head in shame; again I was the center of attention, the only one standing up when I could have been sitting.

I heard the couple pay for their ticket, and the bus started moving.

Getting braver thanks to my hair draping down over my lowered head I sneaked a glance around the bus. There were a dozen people, all looking at me. I was the only one standing up and the people sitting closest to me could see clearly under my skirt. Everyone else got an eyeful when the bus ran into one of the numerous bumps. The windows exposed me; I was a sight for occupants of passing vehicles and pedestrians alike.

Slowly I calmed myself. It didn't matter what these people saw, the whole school probably thought of me as worse than a slut; the easiest girl on campus. If I was going to be a slut, I could at least keep some dignity. I let go of the bar for a second and wiped my eyes. Taking a steadying breath and holding my head high as if I didn't care, I let the blouse fall open, revealing my breasts, hardening nipples all. There, I had done it. A passing car honked and I cringed, but held the tears back.

The marker up my ass was very uncomfortable; I realized I had started squirming from leg to leg trying to ease the pain. I had jammed it up deep when I slammed my ass onto the seat. Holding the support with one hand I reached for the marker with the other. It was barely sticking out; I could barely grip it with the tip of my fingers. I moved my legs around a little for a better angle and pulled on it. Damn, only the cap came out and now it was completely inside me. Worse, it was still very uncomfortable!

I had no choice, but this would be humiliating. I let go of the bar, squatted down with my legs open, pulled my ass cheeks apart with one hand and inserted my index and middle finger with the other. They went in easily, my ass having grown accustomed to having something in there already.

Probing around I found the tip of the marker, squeezed it between my fingers and pulled. It wouldn't come out easily. I don't know how long it took. My legs strained from the effort of squatting in this uncomfortable position, but after pushing with my muscles and pulling with my fingers I slowly managed to get it out.

I let my ass fall down to the floor with relief, my legs burning from the effort. As I lay sprawled and panting I remembered the marker I was still holding. What should I do with it? I didn't want the girl I had borrowed it from thinking I had stolen it. I grabbed the cap off the nearby seat, gingerly capped it again and put it into the waistband of my skirt. I could get it to her next time we had classes.

This is when I noticed the shocked expressions aimed at me, the eyes drawn to my wet pussy. I shut my legs closed and jerked back up into a seat.

We went on like this for a while; the passengers staring at me while I tried acting casual despite my reddened face and shallow breathing. I was getting braver from all of this attention turning me on; I liked being the center of attention, having them following my every move, of being a slut.

But I was losing some people, they were drifting in thoughts now they'd gotten their show and I wasn't doing anything anymore. I pretended a yawn, stretched myself while arching my chest out and under the guise of making myself more comfortable let my legs spread wide.

It was working; I was the full center of attention again. But maybe it was working too well, I realized; I had to grip the edge of the seat tightly to stop my hands from drifting to my aching pussy. I was starting to miss being filled; maybe I shouldn't have removed the marker after all.

The rest of the ride was excruciating. All I wanted was to reach down and masturbate myself silly, my pussy was so wet it was dripping, making a slick spot on my seat. Only my last diminishing shred of inhibition barely held me back, not wanting to know how far I would let things go if I did dare touch myself. When we reached my stop I cheered; in a minute I'd be able to pleasure myself as much as I wanted.

I got up and pulled on the cord; a "ding" was heard. A thrill shot through me as I realized I probably wouldn't be seeing these people again; wanting to give them a show I thrust my breasts out and strutted for the door on the other end of the bus, next to the driver. With a little smile for him I stepped out.

When I turned around to watch the bus as it started moving, all heads were in the windows looking at me. I waved with a smile. As the bus disappeared from sight I turned and headed for my apartment building, anxious for release.

I stopped in horror in front of the glass door; I didn't have my keys! Mandy had my clothing, my money, my papers, everything! What could I do? Being seen like this in a bus was one thing, but I couldn't go to my mother looking like a whore. I couldn't go back to school either, not after what had happened there. Or could I? I needed my things...

It wasn't as if I had a choice. It was easier to face Mandy again than my mother, and it wasn't like Mandy could do anything more to me... Snatching away the hand that had been drifting down to my pussy I grabbed the front of my blouse and tied it up. It wasn't hiding much, actually it wasn't hiding anything; the bottom was tied up tight under my breasts, pushing them up, but the upper material was still loose.

While it gave the illusion of decency the combination of my small breasts being pushed up and the top hanging freely meant that every time I leaned down even a little the lower material would push higher and the upper material would fall away from my chest, threatening to make my breasts pop out and certainly exposing everything to anyone looking. At least like this I wouldn't get arrested; probably. Maybe; okay, I had better avoid cops.

Leaning down carefully I hid the marker in a bush for now. Satisfied I could avoid exposing myself if I was prudent, I started walking toward school with a smile.

My good mood didn't last long; I was still barefoot and the rough sidewalk wasn't easy on the soles of my feet. I tried not to think of the view I must be giving everyone of my ass and still-dripping pussy as I stepped around the rocks and debris. As I kept walking I started to fall into a depression; this was really slow-going. I let out a yelp as I stepped on a rock and I stopped to wipe my foot. At this rate I'd be bleeding all over the place by the time I made it.

Almost as if he had heard my thoughts, a taxi slowed at the curb and the passenger window lowered. I frowned at the driver and took a step away. He had unkempt graying air, a beer belly, and even in his prime probably hadn't been popular with the ladies. He grinned at me.

"Hey sexy, need a ride?" he asked. I was hoping he meant a car ride.

"No thanks. I don't have any money," I admitted as I started walking again. He grinned at that.

"No problem," he smiled hopefully. "We can work something out..." I didn't like where this was heading.

"I'm not going to have sex with you," I said disdainfully.

"Aw come on! Who said anything about sex? I'd settle for a blowjob." He was leering at me.

I couldn't believe it, how could he dare ask something like this? In public none the less! I would have slapped him if he had been any closer. I turned in a huff and started walking again, his taxi followed but I ignored him.

As the anger left me I started having doubts. I couldn't walk for a mile or maybe even more like this. I couldn't ask my family either, and all my friends were in class. I stopped and looked back at him, hesitating. He stopped his car and opened the passenger door with a smile, beckoning me in.

"Just a blowjob?" I asked.

"Sure," he confirmed. "Where to?"

"College."

Could I really go forward with this? I had never given a blowjob to a stranger before, and certainly never to someone who was so unappealing. A tear trickled down my cheek; I pretended to look away and wiped it discretely.

I had no choice; I climbed in, sat down holding the skirt over my crotch and closed the door. He started the car again and swerved back into the main lane.

As soon as we joined the traffic his right hand went to my thigh and started going up under my skirt. I sat there, shocked and a little scared as his hand crept up. His fingers found my bare wet slit and with an appreciative whistle the fat, stubby fingers went in roughly. I let out a yelp of pain and pushed his hand away.

He flushed in anger; his hand came down hard on my inner thigh, making me cry out in pain as I jerked in my seat. His hand went back between my inner thighs and he resumed his rough groping. I held still and let him, scared. He dug in my pussy as silent tears slipped down my cheeks, in shame and helplessness.

My body was shaking in fear and humiliation; how had I gotten myself into this? My legs were trembling, my face reddened in embarrassment as I found myself wishing his fingers would poke in me from a better angle, that instead of his brutal treatment of my sensitive area he would find and linger on my swollen clit. I hated myself as I my treacherous body yearned for satisfaction from this disgusting and violent man.

But luckily, or maybe sadly, this was not to be; after what seemed like an eternity he finally pulled his fingers out, bringing them under my nose, forcing me to smell my own juice.

"Don't act like a stuck-up bitch," he snarled. "You know you like it. Now get that skirt off!"

I was scared; I grabbed the waistband of my skirt and pushed it down, it lowered over my knees and pooled around my feet on the filthy car floor. He reached over with his right hand and grabbed my tied-up blouse. In one jerk he lifted it up over my breasts. His hand went for them; I let out gasps of pain as he groped and squeezed.

I couldn't stand watching anymore and turned my head to look out the window as he fondled me. I cringed as I saw people coming from the opposite direction of the busy walkway, staring at us as we went past. I closed my eyes as we drove, trying to pretend this wasn't happening.

He found one of my swollen nipples and I jerked my eyes open with a gasp as he started pulling and twisting it. I was about to beg him to stop, afraid of the emotions stirring in me, when his hand went away. I looked at him in surprise to find him fumbling with his pants. Before long his erect cock and thick pubic hairs were poking out.

"Get on your knees," he snapped. "Stick that ass at your window so everyone can see what you've got."

My blood went cold; I couldn't show my ass and pussy to everyone on the street! Sensing my mood he looked at me, his eyes hard with menace, and I quickly did as I was told. A rush of cool air coming in the open window hit my aching pussy as I exposed myself and let out a gasp of pleasure. I closed my eyes and let the refreshing sensation fill me.

A rough hand grabbed a handful of my hair and the next thing I knew I had a sour-tasting cock in my mouth. Smelly pubic hairs were all over my face and I gagged. When was the last time this guy had washed? The rough hand pulled on my hair and my head came up. I was staring at his saliva-coated cock.

There was no avoiding it; I decided to get this over with as fast as possible. I took the disgusting member in my mouth and started sucking him off. The hand reached around and squeezed one of my hanging breasts, making me cry out around his cock. He seemed to like that; he kept squeezing and squeezing as I blew him.

This wasn't working out as well as I had hoped, I thought as I kept blowing; I had been doing my best and he hadn't cum yet. He got tired of mauling my breasts and started attacking my nipples; I let out a yelp again as he pulled on one until it felt like he would rip it off. I had to end this quick, so I reached in his pants and started massaging his balls as I sucked him. I knew I couldn't take this abuse much longer.

I suddenly felt a finger sliding inside my pussy and I jerked my head up in pleasant surprise; we were stopped at a red light. I was still on my hands and knees with my ass up in the air and someone had started fingering me through the open window! I tried turning around for a better look but the hand grabbed my hair again and the cock was back in my mouth.

I let out a moan around the cock but this time in pleasure; a second finger had joined the first, pumping in and out my dripping pussy. I poked my ass up, meeting the fingers. I must have been hornier than I had realized. It didn't take long for an orgasm to start building. I wasn't so much blowing the cock anymore than I was moaning around it. I almost didn't care about the cruel hand attacking my breasts.

One moment the wonderful fingers were in me, and the next they were abruptly out; the light had turned green and we were moving again. No! I had been so close! As we were traveling I felt the cold wind on my now raised backside. I strained my ass up aiming at the flow, desperate for any stimulation.

Just as the wind started caressing my pussy and I thought I'd maybe get some satisfaction after all, my head was pulled painfully back and a wad of cum hit me in the eye. More cum kept spewing out hitting my face and I closed my eyes, both in shame and for protection.

After what seemed like hours the torrent finally stopped. I sat back in my seat with relief. Out of my good eye I looked at myself in the side mirror; God, I was a mess! It seemed I could see more cum than skin, strands of it were hanging down my nose and chin, one of my eyes was screwed shut and covered in it, and oh no, I even had some in my hair! I reached to wipe it off but my hand was grabbed painfully.

"Don't you dare wipe it off!" the driver growled.

I let out a little "okay" and he released his painful hold. I massaged my sore wrist, thinking on my predicament. I had sticky cum all over my face, my left eye burned horribly and my good one was teary, I was completely exposed and the people we were passing were staring. I turned my head away from the window, trying to hide myself.

When the car stopped and I looked up I realized were at the campus. I had just enough time to grab my skirt off the floor before my door was opened and I was pushed out. I shrieked as I hit the ground hard, knocking the wind out of me. Curious heads turned toward me as the taxi sped off.

I lay there sprawled on the paved ground, sucking in air painfully when I realized I was in the middle of a parking lot with my face covered in cum. Panicking I grabbed the first thing at hand and quickly wiped my face clean, realizing only too late I had used and thrown away my skirt. When I sat more comfortably I noticed my naked pussy.

With a shrill cry I quickly lunged and grabbed the crumbled piece of tissue, quickly assessing for damage. The sticky material was scrunched into a ball; I had to work at opening it, the strands of sticky sperm making a mess of things.

The skirt was ruined; there was no way around it. Sperm all over the black tissue made the front of it look like a perverted version of those psychedelic patterns sometimes seen on t-shirts, except there was no denying its origin.

Blushing at the looks I was getting from passers-by I hastily stood up and slipped the skirt on anyway, then adjusted the tied-up blouse down as best I could over my abused breasts. My left eye was still burning; I rubbed at it but that only made things worse. I needed water, and Mandy. Mandy first I decided, my face heating up. I could clean up once I had my clothing. I wiped away some rocks that had painfully embedded themselves in my naked skin and headed for the main building.

Upon stepping in I realized in horror how unthinking I had been; someone idling in the lobby had spotted me and was openly laughing at my sperm-covered front skirt, approaching for a better look. Reacting quickly I grabbed something off the nearby billboard and, opening it, held it over my skirt; a safe sex brochure, go figure.

As I quickened away from the guy I realized I had a bigger problem; I had no idea where I could find Mandy. Luckily classes were in session and the halls were empty, but I couldn't stand in one place too long anyway since someone was bound to run into me. I headed for the central office, using side corridors to minimize the risk of being seen.