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Subdued and not knowing how to put up much fight, he could only shut his eyes when he felt the light sting of the needle before he was left alone. Soon he felt like he had ants biting his veins and before he would start trying to scratch his body, he began to feel hot. He had watched, his eyes going in and out of focus as Becky tore his clothes off his body and let herself sit on top of him. He had tried to talk but his tongue felt stuck to the roof of his mouth. He had tears leaking out of his eyes when she came down from her high, leaning completely on him and shaking in ecstasy. When he heard a few cheers and claps from the door, he knew his humiliation was complete and doubted there was

“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.

Willow asked, her voice quaking as her pleasure built. Cash shrugged. “A lot of submissives enjoy being humiliated. Degraded. They relish the loss of control over their bodies, just like you’re doing right now. Giving me money while I tell them how pathetic they are through their phone or computer screen, reminding them that they’ll never so much as touch me... it’s just another form of humiliation. Another way of giving up control.” “Oh, God...” Willow muttered, her orgasm nearing. “I didn’t say you could come yet, dear,” Cash said.

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?

He groped my boob so tightly like he will tear up my flesh any time. He groped my whole body shamelessly and humiliated me. He spanked my butt few times and said many dirty words about my body where I was just standing like a robot. Tolerating his humiliation I am feeling like to kill myself. Then he said like a shameless man," Lay down on the couch and spread your legs. I want to fuck you now." " Sir, I beg you. Not here. It's really uncomfortable. We are in the office," I pleaded with my teary eyes.

It felt like the humiliation was repeating. She had done it again. In front of everyone... Embarrassed me... I stumbled, barely keeping my balance. I could feel my cheek swelling; I was in disbelief. How could she... an omega... humiliate me like this? Everyone was frozen, staring in disbelief, and I couldn’t breathe through the humiliation. Sibel didn’t even look at me after the second slap. She just stood there, unmoving, as if she had made her point and didn’t need to acknowledge me anymore.

Her voice trembled, breaking under the weight of humiliation. “Lila, wait!” Jennifer reached for her. But Lila slapped her hand away. Loud. Final. “You used me,” she choked out, her voice rising into a shout that pierced the room. “You humiliated me. And for what? So you could laugh at me?” The room erupted—gasps, whispers, phones snapping photos, recording videos. Jennifer’s empire was no longer untouchable; it was entertainment. Lila stormed out, tears streaking down her face. The door slammed behind her like a gavel.

Another wave of pleasure crashes through me-sharp, violent. My breath hitches. My vision blurs. My thighs tremble. I can't breathe. I can't think. I can't- My legs give out. I collapse to the floor, gasping, panting, my body wracked with uncontrollable tremors. The room erupts. Laughter. Whispers. Stares that burn into my skin like open flames. Humiliation. I squeeze my eyes shut, mortified, barely processing the fact that my dress has ridden up, exposing too much.

The corset girl just threw her Martini on my face. I sucked in a breath as I felt the cold drink splash against my face, dripping down my neck and chest, and I stood frozen as everyone around gasped in the entire Bazz. I was humiliated once when Heath kicked me out, but no one saw it except me and him. This time, everyone here was watching, and thousands were probably watching this livestream, and there would be more in a matter of hours. This was the most humiliating, embarrassing moment of my life and was not even my fault.

“Oh fuck, you’re loving this?!” “NO! YOU MOTHER FUCKER!” His cries came not only with tears and snot but with blood. The pain must have been overwhelming. I reveled in it. And that kept me going. “I don’t believe you, are you about to-Oh my god! You’re a slut!” I howled in glee as his most shameful moment literally came. It was delicious; his humiliation fueled me. This was everything. I went on and on until the next video played on screen. I copied their positions.