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Their hands were still raised, but their arrogance was quickly turning into fear. I lay on the floor as blood ran down my forehead and into my eyes. My whole body hurt as if it had been taken apart, and I could feel a dull, dragging pain from my abdomen. Vanessa was the first to react. She immediately released my hair and replaced her vicious expression with a pitiful, innocent look. Then, she hurried toward my brother, lowering her head like a perfect little victim. "Mr. Whitmore, you're misunderstanding this. We didn't mean to hurt Avery.

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.

Finally let him take my virginity. “Yeah right, a virgin,” he mocked and the crowd that had gathered laughed. This hurt too much. “...You may have fooled me for months. But that ends today. You let those bastards touch, no one wants a used and damaged product!” My chest split open and my heart bled. The crowd cheered, laughing loudly. It was humiliating. Tears flowed freely, my whole body trembled as it took everything in me to not crumble to the ground. Leanne grabbed my arm. “Babes, let's leave here.”

It was everywhere. Silverwestern subreddit, I*******m, TikTok, T*****r. Every platform had it—my face, my name, my shame. My hands shook as I clicked the video. There I was. Face flushed, eyes half-closed, mouth open. The sounds—my sounds—echoed from my phone speaker. Moans. Gasps. The humiliation was unbearable, but what broke my heart apart was that Josh’s face was blurred. The betrayal cut deeper. I was the only one visible, fully exposed. I watched myself be violated all over again, as tears stung my eyes, my lips trembling.

This was more than academic suffering turned spectacle—it was humiliation weaponized, and I couldn't shake the feeling that we had crossed from the realm of justice into something far darker. Lizzie joined me soon after, her face showing me she was surprised but not shocked. “I saw the video, this was horrible, I felt wrong.” I nodded at her, leaning closer and whispering to her ears only. “I thought this was too much, I am not sure I signed up for this level of embarrassment and humiliation to anyone in public.” With a nod, Lizzie agreed with me. “I felt bad watching it too. And let's not even get into the memes.”

Murmurs and taunts immediately fill the air as they parade through the crowd to their destination. Katrina thought she would feel sorry for them, but seeing them now and remembering what happened, she doesn't feel an ounce of that. They didn't feel sorry for her in the past, and she doesn't feel it now. Public humiliation is a punishment severe enough for such arrogant and shallow people like them. Lizzie doesn't stop crying, but she starts insulting everyone along the way. The walk to the pedestal is too slow and torturous for her; it would be best if they just killed her already and ended this. Neither Mauricio nor Lorena say anything.

He growls loudly, pulling at the restraints before relaxing. Degradation; humiliation. He had mentioned those as forms of punishment, a way to break a sub. He mentioned how it was the one thing he could not stand, him being humiliated or degraded. What would make him feel humiliated? I walk out of the room, back to mine, and grab the bag. Walking back in, I open it, and I begin removing the makeup, hoping that he will realise what I am doing before he has all the makeup on. I grab the brush and blusher and walk over to him. I rub the brush into the blusher before applying it to his cheeks. I swing the paddle over his ass again.