Girl For The Goths Pt 10

Hannah slowly approached the address she'd been given, a house just off campus. Her heart was pounding and she took a minute to pause at the front door and take a few deep breaths hoping to calm her nerves. Her hand trembled slightly as she raised it to knock, but before she could do that, the door swung open.

"Ah, there you are," Leslie purred, smiling and looking Hannah up and down slowly. She was dressed in a tight black dress that clung to her slender frame, showing off just a bit of skin and exuding a dark confidence.

"Come on in, Hannah," Leslie beckoned, stepping aside to give Hannah room. "Everyone's been waiting for you."

Hannah stepped through the door, feeling immediately overwhelmed by the loud music and murmur of voices. The first room she saw was full of people who could all be considered as part of the "goth" crowd. Hannah saw black everywhere she looked, with some partiers dancing to the music or wandering around and others broken off into small groups chatting. Leslie wasted no time in placing a cold drink into Hannah's reluctant hand.

"Get in there...mingle," Leslie commanded, her voice laced with an edge that left no room for argument.

Hannah nervously scanned the room, her grip on the plastic cup tightening. She recognized a few of the other people from around campus, but didn't really know many of them and felt extremely out of place. She took a small sip of the drink, some sort of punch heavy with alcohol.

"Go on," Leslie nudged with a predatory grin, Hannah felt her hand at the small of her back, gently but firmly pushing her into the room. "They're all dying to meet the star of the show."

"Wait...star of the show?" Hannah asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she glanced nervously at Leslie and then around the room.

"Of course," Leslie laughed. "You didn't think this was just any party, did you? I invited you for a reason. But don't worry about that just yet. You'll find out soon enough. Now go and have fun. After all, it's your night."

Hannah edged her way through the crowd, each step deliberate, unsure of what Leslie had meant by it being her night and scared of the implications. The room was steeped in shadows, with soft lighting barely illuminating the groups of students. Hannah thought she saw a few people she recognized but couldn't be completely sure.

"Ohh shit, check out the fresh meat," a voice slurred nearby, followed by a chorus of laughter.

Her eyes darted toward the sound, missing whoever said it but then catching sight of Sandra and Carla draped over a sofa like dark queens holding court. They were surrounded by a group of guys, all turned to look in her direction. Even from a distance, Hannah could feel the weight of their stares, their eyes roaming over her.

Hannah's cheeks flared with heat as she watched them look her up and down. She clutched her drink tighter and took another sip, willing herself to be invisible even as she moved around the party.

"Trying to hide, little slut?" Sharon's voice cut through the haze and sending a jolt up Hannah's spine.

She turned to see Sharon leaning casually against a wall, her red hair a bright contrast to her dark clothes. "Enjoying the party?" Sharon asked with a grin.

"Uh..sure," Hannah lied, forcing a tight smile onto her lips. "It's... ok so far."

"Oh this is just the beginning," Sharon promised, her laugh tinged with cruelty. "Let's hope you're ready for what comes next because it's going to get a lot more fun."

Hannah's attention was abruptly pulled away from Sharon at the reappearance of Leslie. The goth girl's presence was like a dark cloud descending, her smile sharp and predatory as she slinked over to where Hannah stood.

"Having fun?" Leslie cooed. "You look absolutely terrified. Confused about why you're here?"

Hannah swallowed hard, her mouth dry despite the drink in her hand. She nodded, unable to find her voice, as Leslie leaned in close. Her breath was cool against Hannah's skin, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine.

"Well let me enlighten you," Leslie whispered, her lips curling into a sinister grin. "This isn't just any party. It's a celebration of sorts. For your big debut."

"Debut?" Hannah's words were barely audible, her mind racing to catch up with Leslie's implications.

"Mhm, your professional debut...as a cam girl." Leslie's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure at the revelation.

A wave of nausea crashed over Hannah, her knees threatening to buckle beneath her. The room, already spinning, seemed to tilt on its axis.

"But I..." Hannah began, only to be cut off by Leslie's dismissive wave.

"Save your protests, slut," Leslie said, stepping back to admire the panic blooming across Hannah's face. "You know as well as I do that you don't have a choice in the matter."

Leslie paused, allowing the gravity of her words to sink in before continuing. "We've been very generous, you know. Taking care of all the pesky little details for you. I know that would've been a lot for you to manage. But we took care of everything. Sharon particularly was active in making sure you'd have everything in place. You're all set up and ready to go live tonight."

"Live?" Hannah repeated, her thoughts scattering like leaves in a storm.

"Of course, live." Leslie's smile widened. "How else would you entertain your adoring fans? They've already gotten some teasers, a few carefully selected pictures to show them what a dirty little slut you are. But I'm sure they're looking forward to seeing a live performance. Don't worry, everything is arranged. Your account, the setup, the audience...it's all waiting for you."

Hannah stared at Leslie, her heart pounding. A part of her wanted to scream, to flee, to deny the twisted reality being forced upon her. But another part, the part that craved the darkness, the degradation, trembled with a perverse anticipation.

"Good girl," Leslie murmured, mistaking Hannah's silence for acceptance. "Now, wait right here. We'll be back for you in a few minutes."

As Leslie and Sharon stepped away, Hannah clenched a fist, trying to summon the strength to face what was to come. She downed the rest of her drink, hoping it might help her face what was coming. Lost in her own thoughts, she didn't notice Leslie return until she took her by the hand.

"Ok follow me, slut," she grinned. "We're all ready for you."

Hannah felt like nothing more than a puppet, following in a daze as Leslie led her through the crowded room. She kept her head down, avoiding the curious glances and leering gazes of the partygoers. The music thumped in her ears, drowning out any coherent thoughts she had left.

Eventually, they came to a small back bedroom away from the noise of the party. Hannah's heart raced as she took in the setup before her, a laptop and camera on a small desk, a few lights strategically placed around the area, and in the center, a bed covered in a dark red sheet.

"Here's your stage," Leslie announced, gesturing to the bed. Hannah's stomach churned at the thought of what was to come. "So here's how this is going to work. You'll be on camera for everyone and Sharon will be running the chat. She'll respond to the viewers and let you know how you're doing with tips and what you should be doing. The guys need to tip to see anything. We have a few amounts set up already as goals. When the tips hit those goals, the viewers earn a reward. Just jump into it and go with the flow, you'll be great"

Hannah could only stare at the bed in shock at what was to come. But before she could process any further, Sharon stepped closer and thrust a bag into her hands. Inside were a tiny thong and bra set along with a white t-shirt that read "SLUT" in bold pink letters across the chest.

"Change into these," Sharon instructed. "You're not going live in what you're wearing. We want to make sure your audience knows exactly what they're getting."

Hannah hung her head in resignation and humiliation as she quickly complied with the demand. Seeing no point in modesty, she robotically slipped out of her clothes and put on the ridiculously small pieces of clothing she'd been handed.

"Ah perfect," Leslie said, appraising Hannah's appearance once she was changed. "Now you're ready for your grand debut."

Feeling like nothing more than an object on display, Hannah followed Leslie to sit on the edge of the bed in view of the camera. Her heart pounded in her chest as she saw that there were already dozens of viewers tuned in.

"Say hello to your fans," Leslie whispered into Hannah's ear before stepping out of frame.

Hannah swallowed hard and forced herself to look into the camera instead of at the numbers steadily increasing on screen.

"Hi," she managed to croak out, feeling vulnerable and exposed under their gaze.

The comments started flooding in, some praising her beauty, others wasting no time in making lewd suggestions.

A sudden burst of realization flooded through Hannah as she looked at the people around her and the growing list of user names on the laptop screen. They were all seeing her for who she was, and soon they would see even more. She understood that her anonymity was about to be stripped away. Everyone online would see her, see all of her, and there would be no hiding who she'd become.

For several minutes, things started slowly and Hannah found herself settling in somewhat. There were many sexual comments and obscene demands from the viewers, which Sharon was quick to read aloud for Hannah. There were a lot of less offensive remarks though as well. Hannah answered a few questions about herself, remaining on edge but feeling a little calmer. She knew it was only a matter of time before it got worse though.

"Looks like our little Hannah is already a hit, folks," Sharon's voice cooed through the room after a few more minutes, her fingers dancing over the keyboard with practiced ease. The chat exploded in response to her words, another cascade of lewd suggestions and affirmations flowing across the screen.

"And we're up over our first goal! Time for our fresh-faced beauty to show off those gorgeous tits," Sharon announced gleefully as the tip counter surged past the predetermined goal. Hannah's stomach knotted at the milestone, each ding from the computer a reminder of the irreversible step she was about to take.

"Come on slut, your fans have earned it. Don't keep them waiting," Sharon urged, her tone laced with faux encouragement. With trembling hands, Hannah reached for the hem of her t-shirt, the fabric emblazoned with 'SLUT' feeling like a leaden weight rather than simple cotton. As she lifted it over her head, the cool air of the room brushed against her bare skin. Hannah dropped the shirt to the floor, took another breath, and slowly reached back to unclasp her bra. She let it slide down her arms and off, closing her eyes briefly before sitting back up and staring towards the camera. Her bare boobs were now on display for the camera and everyone watching. Hannah wondered for a moment just how many people were now seeing her and from how many different places.

"Squeeze those tits, slut," Sharon started to read off more comments from the chat stream. "Pinch those nipples." Obediently, Hannah cupped her breasts, squeezing them together and offering them to the voracious gaze of the camera. Sliding her fingers down to her hardened nipples, she pinched and twisted them, wincing a little at the sudden sting. She couldn't look away from the screen, where her image was reflected back, a visual echo of her degradation.

As Hannah continued to move her hands over her boobs, squeezing and shaking them at the instruction of her audience, she continued to hear the tip chimer going off. Soon a grinning Sharon looked up from the screen. "Ok slut, time to get naked. Go ahead and lose the thong! Your fans want to see it all." Hannah sighed, put on a fake smile, and hooked her fingers into the waistband of the thong. Leaning back, she slipped the tiny bit of fabric down her bare legs to her feet and off, dropping it on the floor next to the rest of her outfit. She sat back up, legs together before the audience demanded to see everything. Slowly, Hannah slipped off the bed, standing and turning for the camera as she showed off her smooth pussy and then her ass, hearing the tip chimer continuing to go off as she posed.

For the next half hour, Hannah obliged every request to show off a part of her naked body. Laying back, she spread her legs wide to show off her pussy, using her fingers to part her lips. Another viewer had her up on all fours, ass to the camera and spreading her cheeks to show off her asshole. She held up her feet for the foot lovers, let the camera get a good look at her armpits, her tongue, her legs. As the tips kept coming, it felt like every inch of her exposed flesh was explored for the audience. The demands continued to come quickly, flooding the chat screen until Sharon had trouble keeping up with them all.

Hannah complied with everything, her actions robotic as she moved to showcase each requested part of her body. With the camera zooming in, her privacy was obliterated piece by piece. She felt stripped not only of her clothes but of her very essence, laid bare for an audience that saw her not as a person, but as an object to enjoy.

And throughout it all, beneath the crushing humiliation, an unwanted heat flared within her, the dark desires she'd long harbored responding despite herself to the attention, the commands, and the undeniable power of being so thoroughly seen.

"Good girl, Hannah," Sharon said, her voice syrupy with false praise. "They just can't get enough of you. And now we've reached another goal! You know what that means. Time to really get things going and show everybody watching what a horny little bitch you are. You're going to cum for everybody watching."

Hannah sat back, frozen in place momentarily as she stared at the camera. She knew what was expected next but couldn't get her body to move. Finally, after an insistent stare from Sharon, she spread her legs wide, giving her audience a clear view of her pussy which had already grown visibly wet. Hannah slid her hands slowly down her body, over her boobs and along her stomach. She brought them both down her legs and then up along her inner thighs before bringing her right hand to her pussy and sliding two fingers up over her lips.

Her fingers slowly traced the length of her slick slit, her body already trembling with arousal. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps as she surrendered to the mounting pleasure, her mind consumed by desire and fear. Moving her fingers faster, she slipped first one and then a second deep into her pussy, letting out a moan of pleasure as she closed her eyes and let herself go. Pumping her fingers in and out faster, her free hand roaming her body, twisting her nipples, Hannah found herself building quickly to an orgasm.

"Harder," Sharon urged nearby, her voice low and husky. "Go for it slut, everybody's watching."

Hannah complied eagerly, her fingers moving with purpose as she fucked herself harder, curling her fingers up inside herself as she pumped them. With each stroke, her body swayed and arched in response, lost in the overwhelming sensation of pleasure.

As Hannah continued, the chat room comments kept pouring in, many punctuated by the chime of another tip. Hannah was acutely aware of her own arousal, her body a live wire of sensation as she built closer and closer to orgasm.

"Ok stop," Sharon interrupted, her voice cutting through the haze of pleasure. Hannah's fingers froze, her body trembling with need as she groaned in frustration and opened her eyes to look over at Sharon.

"Use this...I think your fans deserve something a little dirtier, a little more intense. Let's see you be that dirty little slut I know you are," Sharon says, holding up a large rainbow dildo that glints menacingly under the harsh overhead lights. "Go ahead, stuff that pussy for everyone, fuck yourself for us."

Hannah took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared to continue her explicit performance. Taking the dildo in her hand, she couldn't help but feel a mix of humiliation and arousal, aware that she was about to fuck herself in front of an online She glanced at it, then back up at the camera pointed in her direction. With a shaky hand, Hannah traced the outline of her body with the tip of the toy. Her movements were slow at first, an attempt to stall, to delay the inevitable.

"Go on," Sharon commanded. "Show them what a greedy slut you are."

Hannah bit down on her lower lip, her body still aching with need from fingering herself. Slowly, she brought the dildo between her spread legs and started to push it inside, gasping at the delicious stretch.

"That's it," Sharon cooed. "Take it all like a good girl."

A mix of humiliation and arousal flooded over Hannah as she slid the dildo in fully, filling her pussy completely. She couldn't believe she was doing this, getting ready to fuck herself with a dildo and have it streamed online to absolutely anyone who wanted to see. She briefly wondered how many were watching, how many were touching themselves thinking about her, how many were taking screenshots or recording the video to watch later or post online. Would she forever be there online for people to enjoy? The humiliation hit her hard but she also couldn't believe how wet she was, how much her body seemed to want it.

"Look at her, guys. She's a natural. Bet she's been dreaming about fucking herself for all of you all along," Sharon laughed.

Hannah's cheeks flushed a deep red, but she didn't deny it. Instead, she began to move faster, her hips rocking in time with the thrusting of the dildo in and out of her pussy.

"Yes, just like that," Sharon encouraged. "Fuck that pussy for your fans."

Hannah's moans filled the room as she fucked herself with the dildo, getting into a steady pace as she worked the toy in and out of herself. She leaned back, closing her eyes and biting down on her lower lip, one hand squeezing a boob while the other continued to pump the dildo into her soaked pussy.

"That's right, bitch," Sharon growled. "You're nothing but a filthy, cum-hungry whore. Fucking yourself online because these strangers paid you to do it."

The degradation only fueled Hannah's fire, her movements growing more desperate, more urgent. She felt herself getting closer and closer, the orgasm ready to crash over her.

"Tell them how much you love it," Sharon hissed. "Tell them how much you love being used and degraded."

"I... I... I love it," Hannah gasped, her words drawn out with each thrust. "I love being... being used... degraded... I'm a... a filthy... a filthy whore."

"That's it, sweetheart," Sharon purred. "Let it all out. Show them how much you love it."

Hannah arched her back, groaning loudly, her muscles tensing as the orgasm built within her. Her hands moved quicker, trying to pound the dildo as hard and fast as she could.

"That's it, baby," Sharon urged. "Cum for us. Cum for your audience."

Hannah's body tensed, every muscle coiling with anticipation as she continued to fuck herself. The wave of pleasure finally hit, washing over her and crashing down like a tidal wave. She cried out, riding the dildo through the orgasm as her entire body shook.

"Such a good girl," Sharon said, watching as Hannah's orgasm slowly started to subside. "Now why don't you give everybody a nice show. Get that toy in your mouth and lick it clean."

Hannah slid the toy from her well-fucked pussy and with deliberate slowness, Hannah brought it up to her mouth and licked along the length, her eyes lifting to meet the camera's unblinking gaze.

"Fuck, she's into it," a voice murmured from the crowd of partygoers who'd been watching from the side of the room.