Bbw Humiliation Novels & Stories

“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.

Her calloused hands, chipped nails, and faded scars touched the bag with something like reverence before lifting it. Then she saw them. Buried at the bottom. A pair of pointe shoes—stiff, yellowed with time. And a silver pendant shaped like wings. Her breath left her in one clean, brutal sweep. It was funny, in a cruel way: They let you keep the things that still had the power to break you. She closed the bag with trembling hands, heartbeat racing, sweat beading along her brow. None of the uniformed employees noticed. Or cared. “Try not to kill another person, miss ballerina,” the officer muttered.

She was completely limp as the men laughed at her. Nick finally slipped his fingers from her wetness, wiping them off on her burning ass before pushing her to the floor. She just collapsed, her cheeks tear-stained and her pussy dripping as her tits heaved with her heavy breathing. She felt like a puddle, her muscles all liquid as she laid there, the men watching her. That orgasm had been even harder than the one she gave herself in front of them, and she hated it, hated that Nick gave it to her with just his fingers. Tears filled her eyes for a whole other reason as the humiliation filled her.

Why did that man humiliate her in front of his parents when it was only her first day at the mansion? Vivian had often received humiliation when she was still working as a prostitute in Ladder to Paradise, but somehow she felt that the humiliation she received from Steen hurt her the most. Unfortunately, she couldn't even refute what the man had just said in front of his parents, and she could only grip the spoon tightly in her hand as she tried to channel her emotions.

"There’s a tradition for new Omegas at Blackwood. You see that bucket of water by the door? Use it to wash the mud off our boots. Right here. In front of everyone." My blood slowly began boiling. I wasn't dumb. The humiliation was the point. They wanted to see me break. They wanted to see the Beta’s daughter on her knees, scrubbing dirt like a peasant. I looked at the bucket, then at the hundreds of faces watching me. I saw some people smirking. I saw others looking away in pity. Then I looked back at Lucius. "No," I said. The silence in the room got even heavier. I could literally hear the ticking of the giant clock on the wall.

What evil alignment of stars had conspired to drop me — cheeks-first — onto the smug, grinning face of the one person I did not want seeing me like this? This was beyond humiliation. This was a nightmare. “Your ass really did get blasted,” Damon murmurs through a muffled laugh from beneath me, his voice barely audible beneath the weight of my utter humiliation. I want to vanish—just disintegrate on the spot. My soul silently cries out to the Moon Goddess, begging for divine mercy. If there was ever a moment to be smote, this is it. Right here. Right now. Naked. Wet. Straddling a man who just witnessed my dignity implode tile by tile.

"I'm a worthless bully. I deserve this." "Louder. Tell them you want to be punished.", I said calmly, nudging him towards the camera as I slipped the gag off slightly. "I'm worthless and I deserve to be punished by my queen", he repeated, voice cracking. I made him turn, spread his ass, and beg strangers online to watch him get used by me. "Xavier. Sit", I ordered, gesturing like I was talking to a dog. The humiliating phrase and gesture made his cock twitch. I kept the stream live, letting the comments roll in while I circled him, smacking his ass and tugging the gag strap.

Then, without warning, he urinated on me. I gasped as the warm stream soaked through my tattered clothing, the humiliation heating me more than any physical pain ever could,oire humiliation. Laughter echoed around the room. All I could do was lie there, defenseless as they degraded me like an animal, like I was some sought-after after useless, dirty piglet. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, but I refused to let them fall; I will never appear weak. Crying wouldn’t change a thing, either.