Bbw Humiliation Novels & Stories

My tears blur everything. “You’re nothing but a hole,” one of them spits, slamming deeper. “That’s all you are.” “Fuck, he’s clenching,” the one behind me groans. “His body loves it.” I shake my head desperately, my words muffled around the cocks choking me. “No—I don’t—” A sharp slap lands on my ass, burning. “Liar. You’re dripping all over the sheets.” Humiliation crushes me. They’re right. My cock twitches, leaking helplessly beneath me, betraying me as they use me raw.

"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.

They make me crawl. They untie me just long enough to force me onto my hands and knees. I have to crawl around the cabin naked, cum leaking down my thighs, while they take turns using my mouth. I suck their cocks while I “clean” — licking the floor where they spilled drinks, licking their boots, thanking them for every load they’ve given me. In the shower they piss on my tits and face while I finger myself and beg for more. The humiliation is so intense I cum untouched, shaking on the wet tile.

I sat on my knees, tears blurring my vision,body an absolute mess and yet somehow everyone was laughing at my misery. They didn't feel sorry , they enjoyed it. At this point I had no strength left in me to struggle. I layed limp on the floor. After humiliating me the guys look at each other, saying that it would be a shame not to have their way with me. "Little omega, don't worry.... we will finally make you a woman, and help you to understand what your job as an omega is..... to pleasure us, serve us. When our two meaty cocks claim every inch and hole in you"

I was just the pathetic, rejected Beta who got publicly humiliated. Even dressed like this, even offering myself so blatantly, he could walk away like I was nothing. I grabbed an empty glass from the table and poured whiskey into it, gulping it down in one burning swallow. The liquid scorched my throat but did nothing to ease the humiliation. “Fucking bastard,” I muttered under my breath, pouring another glass. “Arrogant, cold-hearted prick. I hope your cock rots off. I hope you choke on your own pride.” Glass after glass went down. The alcohol burned through my veins, making everything feel sharper and fuzzier at the same time. My head swam. My pussy still throbbed angrily, frustrated and n

“Please don’t hurt me.” “You should’ve thought about that before becoming a filthy little faggot.” The word hit me harder than the slap did. Something inside my chest folded painfully into itself. Another hand suddenly grabbed my hair roughly, forcing my head back. I cried out immediately. “Look at you.” The guy holding me laughed softly near my ear. “You really let men fuck you huh?” More laughter. Humiliation burned so badly it made my skin crawl. I tried shoving his hand away, panic making my movements sloppy and weak.

There was no sting between them, but he was still supposed to wait for her. Angelina stood at the altar anguished, staring at the ground as a murmur filled the room. She felt her eyes sting with unshed tears of humiliation. The whispers were getting to her as she felt her chest thumping in anxiety and biting her trembling lips to stop a sound from escaping. She was shocked! Was this how all fake marriages are?

When she was done with that crazy b**h who took her man then she will watch as he crawls back to her arms. Just thinking about it made her so happy that she couldn’t wait. In her head she didn’t think that she was wrong. She was also a curious person and handsome men were her weakness, if it weren’t for her family pressuring her to get back together with him, she would have played a bit more. B.B who felt that he was filthy immediately went to his villa and scrubbed himself clean. He even instructed his butler to get rid of everything that he wore that day before making a call to his mother to reprimand her.

Ste was unsure what to say or do, so he nodded and made a non-committal sound. “Well?” Jamie probed. “Do you think I’m abnormal?” “No,” Ste answered, a little too quickly. “I mean, there’s a category on Pornhub for it so… it’s gotta be normal, right?” “Oh?” Jamie perked up. “There is?” “Well, yeah… it’s the S part in BDSM,” Ste explained to his clueless tormentor. “Oh,” Jamie laughed. “Maybe I’ll tie you up and whip you.” It was phrased like a joke but the look in Jamie’s eyes was calculating, as if he were gauging Ste’s reaction to the suggestion.

If I look at him right now, I’ll either laugh or start crying again and I’ve already hit my daily limit on humiliation. Fuck. He’s going to mock me too. Of course he is. I practically handed him the full disaster package with a bow— “I’m sorry.” Huh.