Crossdresser Humiliated Novels & Stories

He then knelt down on the ground and tore her wedding dress. I was sobbing while I saw myself getting humiliated in front of everyone. He did not stop until he tore every single piece of clothing off of my body. "You like to fuck around. You like to be a slut. I will show you how to be a slut. Everyone, come here. Fuck her. I order you all to fuck her until she gets satisfied." He ordered and I grabbed Lucifer's hand. I looked at him with a horrific look on my face.

Just my boxers between me and the rest of it. I had never been this exposed in my life. Not just the physical part…but all of it. Every wall I had built carefully over years of being the kid who could not afford to let things show, stripped back completely in a dim corridor while a livestream ran and comments rolled in from strangers who did not know my name and did not care. The laughter around me did not stop for a single second. It just kept going, easy and consistent, like my humiliation was a playlist they had set on repeat. I tried one more time. One last real attempt before I kicked out hard at whoever was closest without looking at who it was, putting everything I had left in my body

,I close the door as soon as her body enters the space surrounded by white tiles, subdivisions for the toilets, a huge mirror that serves as a testimony to our presence. “ For the second time, you ruin my dress and for the second time I have to come up with a silly excuse to give to my Ceo. Having cut a thread to end your little party is the least compared to all the humiliation I've faced so far from your hands, Francisc”, her semblance of the poor thing sold to others falls to the ground and now, yes, she exposes her true face as a slut. “ What a pity that I am always one step ahead and didn't need your electricity to make my party great and French-style.”

The man with the burns wasn't going to let me go, "Lowly slave! Filthy swine! Do you know how expensive this dress of mine is? You couldn't sell yourself to pay for my loss!" He kicked me one after another. "Filthy slaves like you deserve to die!" "Wow! Well done! Kick her in the head!" "Kill her! Kill her!" "Beat her to death!" The children next to me clapped their hands in excitement, their faces wreathed in innocent malice and joy. I curled my body up like a baby to protect my insides and silently endured the pain and humiliation, looking at the cheering people out of the corner of my eye and carving their faces into my heart.

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.

Suddenly, the image of her mother's depressed and sad face, and her father's bleeding body flooded her mind. She gritted her teeth and her hands were trembling. It was so embarrassing to take off her clothes in front of him. She had been forced to take off her clothes twice. She thought that she would never have to experience such humiliation ever again, but she didn't expect that her worst nightmare would come true. It's the kind of thing that only a perverted man like Hansen would be interested in. For her, it was nothing but pain and embarrassment. It was the same as losing her dignity when she was being stripped naked!

They wouldn't be regarded as menwhore or whatever but whenever it was a woman showing skin, they are prostitutes and shit. “No.” I turned my back on him, almost falling from the rapid turn. “No, you are going into your closet and you are going to change that clothes!” He shouted, almost coming at me. “Don’t fucking tell me what to do, Alexander. I am not one of your minions!” I barked at him. I hated the dress I was wearing but I wouldn't pull it just cause he said so. “Really?” He asked, walking closer to me gently. I couldn't walk backward as the heels I was wearing were very uncomfortable.

"What kind of tantrum is this? You're even canceling the wedding dress now?" His grip tightened painfully around my wrist. I lowered my eyes to the veins standing out on the back of his hand and realized I did not even have the strength to argue. "I'm not making a fuss." I met his gaze and slowly pulled my hand free. "That shop kept altering the waist, but it still didn't fit. I don't want it anymore." Then I pushed past him, walked to the entryway, and changed my shoes. Just before the door closed, I heard him calling his assistant from the living room.

One thing that has confirm the man's identity is the crown hanging on the left column of the bed. "I know crossbreeds has no home they belong to. If you agree..." "Crossbreeds are strong. You people fear me--"Aria made argue hoping to lift up one steel of her prison cell. "Hmm-mm...Yes, yes, yes! But-" The man stands up and went to her again. He raised her chin using his index finger tip and whisper, "Can you defeat an outlaw King?"

Blair Anger bubbled up as I yanked the dress up, tying the halter around my neck before letting my long hair fall back down my back. My eyes stung with tears. I knew they wouldn’t fall because I just wasn’t the crying type. But I had never been so humiliated in my entire life. Fender had used me like I was nothing more than a piece of meat, leaving me naked and bare for everyone to see. It didn’t matter that I had wanted to fuck him or more specifically wanted him to fuck me. I was humiliated.