Bbw Humiliation Novels & Stories

He took advantage of my position and began playing with my still clamped tits. I looked over and saw Miss H typing on my phone. She held it up and snapped a picture of me being analized. Tom's face was away from the camera, so only my face was visible. Miss H was giving Sir a play-by-play of my degradation. The thought of Sir being witness (OK, only through words, not video) of my humiliation caused an orgasm to break through me. "Oh God! Yessssss! Fuck my ass. Treat me like the depraved slut I am!" I cried out.

You're embarrassing me by being here. Tears spilled down Stella's cheeks. At that moment, Micah didn't seem like her father at all. I was also stunned and stood rooted to the spot. "Moonrise Bay is my private beach, Micah. How could you—" "That's enough!" Micah exclaimed, shooting an annoyed look at Stella and me.

Every single one flaunted how cherished she was by Benedict, how they were a match made in heaven. For so many years, Benedict had no idea of the humiliation I had endured. He would lightly say that Anna was just his bed partner. A sudden surge of fury struck Benedict. He could not contain his anger and stormed toward the kitchen.

I collapsed onto the cold tile floor in just my black bra and underwear. I was a treasure to my family. Protected my whole life. No one had ever laid a finger on me, let alone seen me like this. Humiliation. Rage. Fear. It all crashed down on me at once. "Now that's more like it," Brenda said, looking down at me like a trophy. "Now you know your place, don't you?" She pulled out her phone and aimed it at me. "Don't take pictures," I said weakly. "Why not?" Her laugh was pure evil. "A moment like this? It's begging to be captured."

one of the girls commented with a smile, while others around took out their phones to film my humiliation as I remained motionless on the floor, terrified. "Come on, Eleanor, strike a pose for the crowd! Why don't you hold your breasts like that and put your finger in your mouth to look sexier? Show us the slut inside you!" The blonde girl mocked, making obscene gestures with her hands, while her friend recorded my face, intensifying the humiliation. Laughter echoed in the room, mixing with the voices of the people around me. The feeling of helplessness grew with each passing second, as the derogatory words struck me like sharp daggers piercing my chest..

“Your young cunt is creaming all over grandpa’s cock. You’re going to leave a puddle on this bus floor like a cheap street whore.” Humiliation burned through every inch of me. I was being used in public, in the middle of New York City, by a man three times my age. My mind screamed in shame, but my body kept pushing back, meeting his thrusts. Another unwanted orgasm was building fast, coiling tight in my belly. The old man seemed to sense it. He reached down and rubbed my swollen clit with two rough fingers while his cock continued its merciless pounding. “You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?” he mocked. “Cum on this old cock while the whole bus rides with you. Let everyone hear what a patheti

"Where do you think you're going? You want money, don't you? I mean, you'd do anything for cash. Why are you acting like you're a saint now?" My cheeks were burning, and my blood was screaming. It did not want to suffer this humiliation. "Let me go! Why are you even bringing up the past? It's already bad enough you don't want to save your parents!" Every single word was a hiss. Every single word was filled with my fury and helplessness. "You're hopeless! How dare you curse my parents!" She drove her heel in harder, and it left a mark on my face. My face was getting crushed, and breathing itself took effort. Zack was excited, though. He swung a foot right into my belly. I gasped in pain and c

I pause, letting the meaning of my words hit them full force. "Now, you will bow. Not before the Hammond fortune. Not before the title. But before the girl you called 'the Whale.' You will acknowledge, before all, your infamy. And you will swear, on what remains of your honor, to never allow this to happen again. To anyone." The silence is so deep you could hear a pin drop. No one moves. Capitulation is one thing; public self-flagellation is another. Fear meets a last bastion of vain pride.

My mother, Diane Sutton, was helping me into the bridal suite when she suddenly stumbled forward. Someone had smeared strong adhesive across the red carpet. Her shoe came off, and four of her toes poked through her torn stocking. My father, Martin Sutton, rushed over to help her, but as soon as he turned, everyone saw the sticky note on his back. "Clearance! 99 cents!" The room fell silent. Chiara Lombardi, Enzo Valli's assistant, couldn't hold back anymore. She burst out laughing, then said, "Look how embarrassing they look! I hereby declare the 100th test officially underway!" I froze. "Wasn't it already over?" Three years ago, Enzo told me he wanted to marry me. His father, Don Marco Vall

He whistled and smiled while staring at my body with lust. “Who knew you had this kind of body?” He bit his lips in anticipation. I cried even more. I never felt more humiliated and disgusted in my life. My black bra was exposed making me tremble as the cool air brushed on my skin. The two other people there also peeked at my nakedness. I cursed them over and over in my head as I wished to disappear in front of them