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We made our way through the grand halls of the building, goosebumps rising off my skin because of the air-conditioned atmosphere. The cool air kept my body on edge, begging for release like a sex-crazed whore. My knees began to ache after the first two minutes of crawling, and once people began walking past us, staring and commenting on the strange omega crawling in the hall of their home, I finally understood the punishment. It wasn't pain like rape. It is humiliation in its sweetest form.

Degrading, humiliation, he had mentioned those as a form of punishments, a way to break a sub, he mentioned how it was the one thing he could not stand, him been humiliated or degraded, what would make him feel humiliated? I walked out the room, back to mine and grabbed the bag, walking back in I opened it, I removed the makeup, hoping he would realise what I was doing before he had all the makeup on. I grabbed the brush, blusher, and walked over to him, rubbing the brush into the blusher, before applying it I wacked his ass again with the paddle. My hand stroked the brush against his cheek, he didn't react, I hit the paddle across his ass again, tears falling from my eyes, I hated this, I r

“You mean, you have such a short memory that you forgot what happened the last time you tried to misbehave?” By now, I was quivering like a leaf. “ it was all a misunderstanding. All I did was go dancing, nothing happened with anyone. I swear it.” “Will you keep quiet there!” he shouted, hitting me across the face with the back of his hand, his large insignia piercing my skin. “You are nothing but a hoe. I saw all the videos of you shaking your body like a prostitute, and I heard you allowed that small boy to have sex with you in his car of all places. You are a disgrace!” And with that, he spat on me, a huge ball of saliva hitting me on my cheek, adding to my humiliation. “You should count

Chapter 49 SEQUEL TO THE HUMILIATED OMEGA She has been made to look like an idiot by people all over the world. She has been insulted by individuals who are not regarded to have the right to do so. She has emerged from the ashes as a NEW BEING. She will not give anyone the time of day, regardless of how good or horrible they are. They were heartless in their treatment of her and caused her pain. Will she have such a callous disposition that she will do to her what they have done to her? It's possible that yes, but it's also possible that no. *Cheers up* *chuckles*

“Because you don’t get it! Every time I try to talk to you, every time I need you to stand with me, you disappear into Hannah’s ghost. One word—one mention of her name—and I lose you. Do you know what it feels like to be erased right in front of me?” His face hardened, but he didn’t move. Didn’t deny it. That silence cracked something inside her. “You talk about me walking into Kyle’s room like it’s betrayal,” she went on, voice rising, “but you stand in Juliet’s parlor and let her slap me, call me ‘help,’ humiliate me in front of her servants and the second she said Hannah’s name, you folded. You dropped me like I was nothing!” Her words echoed, raw and ragged, filling the cavern of their s

It was me. All the blackmail videos from the gangbangs, the double penetrations to the office humiliations began playing one after another. My worst nightmares were now being broadcast live to the entire company. I froze in horror on Damien’s cock. Damien’s eyes widened in fury. He quickly ended the presentation, but the damage was done. The screen went black for a moment… then a final message appeared in large text: “Lila Bennett is the company whore. Enjoy the show.” Damien immediately shut down the entire system, but it was too late.

His approval shouldn't have mattered so much, yet it did. The vibrator slammed right back against my swollen, burning clit on the highest frequency, buzzing with an unforgiving, vicious speed, while the leather whip kept hitting my clit over and over in a ruthless, unyielding rhythm. God, a deep wave of shame and raw embarrassment crashed over me… to be bound like this, utterly exposed, weeping from the sting while being driven entirely insane by a machine.

“Isn’t this a shame? I mean, what is the next generation turning into? This girl, I hear, is barely twenty years old, and she's sleeping with her professor?” “Back in my day,” her colleague starts with a scoff, his tone dripping with self-righteousness, “we studied hard for grades instead of sleeping through them. It’s clear she’s merely a fling, look at her…” They display a censored photograph of my bare body on the screen. My heart stops. I feel a surge of nausea so strong I think I might be sick. I've been exposed on national television for millions of people to see. The humiliation is a physical ache, a burning in my gut.

I’ll give you that just so you can suck me off. A young man in a striped shirt approached, placing himself between us. “Respect the girl. Respect women.” Marcelo pushed him violently. “Get out of here, you fucking faggot! Respect? Respect is bullshit! You must have never had pussy in your life! Maria Vitória... Maria Vitória... The humiliations came in waves. And I... I just wanted to disappear. But I didn’t disappear. And the videos started to circulate. The shame spread like poison. Recordings of the scenes, of the speeches. Someone filmed it. And spread it.