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And the little hickey's on the assistant's neck and chest. Not only was he disgusted at his lack of professionalism but also her lowering her standards for such a pathetic man, who was known to be a man who played with women on a daily, a womaniser. "You sure I wasn't disturibing?" He asks again when the assistant was out. "Not at all," he says sitting up. "Look Mr Bianchi, I can't tell you how to run your company, but mixing business and pleasure is never good," he says. He does not reply but fixes up his tie and clears his throat. "So shall we get down to business."

He spanked me again, harder, the sound echoing through the studio. “You were warned, Lara,” he snarled, spanking me repeatedly. *CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.* Each brutal slap made my ass jiggle and burn. “I told you not to touch yourself. Now look at you — bent over like a cheap whore in front of my actors, your slutty little cunt dripping all over the floor.” The couple was completely frozen, watching wide-eyed as my stepfather spanked my bare ass mercilessly. The humiliation was overwhelming… and it made me cum harder than I ever had in my life.

He complimented my dancing then he picked one of the fries. “ so how was life after I left you for hell, I mean I was the bad guy who turn your upside down, I just want want to know all that I put you through” She paused. “After the humiliation, I found it hard to believe you did that to me, I cried and and night hoping you would come back and apologies to me but you didn’t, I couldn’t attend classes, I stayed indoor and Jessica stood by me and encourage me to go back to class, just when I decided to start going to classes then I became sick and the result of the prom night was pregnancy.

"You—Aria whatever-your-name-is—want to have sex with me because your pussy is wet?" Laughter erupted around us. My face burned. "I don't do Omegas, sweetheart," he continued, his voice dripping with mockery. "Especially inexperienced ones who probably don't even know what they're asking for. You're bold, I'll give you that. But bold and desperate aren't the same thing." "She really said that?" someone whispered behind me. "Can you believe her?" "So pathetic." The laughter grew louder. Phones came out, recording my humiliation. "Thanks for the entertainment though," Zane called after me as I turned to run. "That was the best laugh I've had all week!"

Shame burned hotter than the sweat dripping down her skin, every inch of her felt dirty—branded by their hands and jeers. Every eye in the casino had seen her body, the struggle and humiliation. From the VIP balcony, Antonio leaned casually against the rail, cigar smoke curling from his lips. He savored the proof that her body, her dignity, even her terror—none of it belonged to her anymore. Overwhelmed with embarrassment, Breanna curled her knees to her chest—shamed tears burning through her eyes. Antonio stepped onto the floor, boots echoing—slow and deliberate. The crowd parted like water for him. Cigar still burning between his fingers,

“I’ll let you ride my cock. Wash it real good first, though, if you’ve been passing it around to dirty bastards like that.” He sneers at Bram, and then he turns his back to me and his spine lengthens, skin sprouting fur. He’s going to leave me here. The blood roaring in my ears is deafening. The scene unfolding around me becomes a pantomime—Greer, Rhona, and their crew laugh soundlessly with their heads thrown back, fingers pointing, clutching their guts, every expression exaggerated. The lower-ranking females shrink back, huddle together, averting their eyes in case my humiliation ricochets and hits them. The males lope off on four legs for the highlands, my mate somewhere among them, proba

The impact left a stinging sensation on Lisa's skin, her cheek flushed with pain and humiliation. In that moment, Lisa's world shattered. The weight of betrayal and humiliation bore down upon her, crushing her spirit and leaving her standing in the spotlight of public disgrace. Her eyes, glistening with unshed tears, searched for solace, for a glimmer of compassion, but all she found was a cold indifference in Adrien's gaze.

Karen mumbled like a complete slut overwhelmed with pleasure and unbridled lust. "You understand these three white slut boxes are black owned now," Barbie said, something she had said to many women over the years and more times than not that became a reality. Once a white woman got fucked good by a black dick it was over. She would be blacked forever. Shit, there was even a website called blacked that catered to that exact reality. "Oh, God," the Christian woman moaned as the two dicks filling her two holes were creating such sexual sensations while the excessive humiliation somehow added to the growing euphoria. She tried to suck the other dick, but mostly was just randomly stroking it.

I whispered under my breath, stunned. Was he mocking me? He wiped his eyes, still chuckling. "I knew you were desperate," he rasped. "But never in a million years did I think I'd see Bianca Calloway—you—walk in here offering yourself like some bargain-bin whore." The word hit me hard across the face. I didn't flinch outwardly, but I felt the burn. Still, I didn't break. I couldn't. If humiliation was the price of taking back my life—of avenging my father—I'd pay it. I'd swallow the shame and wear it like armor.

I was being pulled in all different directions, my clothes ripped apart as they reached out to roughly squeeze my boobs and others, grabbing my ass. I felt hands tearing my legs apart. An agonizing whimper escaped my mouth as a hand was shoved into my tight channel. “Uhh, Guys, she’s a fucking slut! She is so wet." He mused, pushing his finger deeper and furiously fucking me With it. "What a horny little Slut.” "The bitch is fucking enjoying it," another voice said. "She's such a whore." He spat. I could hear their groans, their laughter, the curse words, and the cheering of everyone around me as they watched my humiliation, and that felt like I had a million knives stabbing into my chest an