Novel & Cerita Crossdresser Humiliated

AXEL’S POV: From the moment the door creaked open, humiliation poured in like a flood. They hadn’t just locked me away—they’d stripped me of every shred of dignity, leaving me stark naked and freezing in this damp concrete cell. Axel’s men treated me like a toy, their sickening laughter echoing as they took turns hurling crude comments and vile advances my way.

His awful hands forcefully and impatiently tearing a huge side of dress, but still even though the demon successfully made my cloth looked like that of an off-shoulder, still he didn't stop. "Pretty girls aren't suppose to cry, it makes you look ugly" More violent fingers awfully trying to tear off the remaining part of my cloth completely, I knew that if I didn't do anything to stop him now, not only would I end up getting raped severally, I would never have the gut to show my face to Axel, nor anyone ever again. Too much to handle, the humiliation would be something I don't think I would ever be able to endure. Dragging and pinning my body harder to the table as he impatiently try pulling

they told me the same thing, that I was ugly and fat not worth being on TV and so I shun myself from the world until one day a day that changed my life a day that broke my dreams but also gave me hope a day I met a werewolf. ____________________ I was all dressed well as dressed up as I can be. In my long sleeved long dress and made sure my face was well covered only my eyes were visible. I started wearing this when I was nine, I was bullied by some girls at school who called me fat and ugly and unattractive so I resulted to wearing such outfits to hide my ugliness. "Vik hurry up it's getting late.." my friend Ren urged me on. "Yes yes I'm coming I need to fix my dress.." I said to her pulli

"Though I was not willing before. But I zoomed in on the video and realized you are a hot piece." "Why don't you wear short dresses like that uniform?" "Your curves! My GOD! Your thighs!" Their eyes eyed her over her clothes. She was tired of crying. She did not know why she was getting the punishment for a crime she never committed. "L-Leave me," she said, trying to push them. They laughed at her. "So perfect acting! As if you are a virgin!" "I think she is the best in roleplay." Their disgusting remarks broke her, making her feel disgusted with herself. She could not hold back her tears as they streamed out of her eyes.

“Tell me what to do. I didn’t mean to see them!” “She ripped my dress!” I cried. “She wanted me stripped like I have no dignity! She wanted to shame me like I was fake, and… and I was dirty even when I didn’t do anything wrong! And she did it! You saw it. You witnessed it! She shamed me right in front of you!” His arms tightened around me. “Shhh... we’ll buy you another dress, okay?” “It’s not about the fucking dress!” And as soon as that, we both were just quiet, so quiet it was deafening.

Someone near the courthouse steps laughs out loud and says, loud enough for us to hear, “Jesus Christ, look at them. They look like they fell in a sewer.” The humiliation burns hotter than the rage. My mother tries to straighten her soaked blouse with shaking hands, face burning red. Susan keeps wiping at her dress even though it’s useless, muttering curses under her breath while refusing to meet anyone’s eyes. Piper is the worst—her ruined dress clings to her like a second skin, makeup streaked down her cheeks, and every time someone laughs she flinches like she’s been slapped. I want the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

Her eyes were red and swollen as she choked out, "Please don't be upset, Victoria. I've returned your wedding dress exactly as it was. It's all my fault. Please don't argue with Zach because of me." My gaze fell on the dirty hem of the wedding dress. The once pure white wedding dress now had a corner stained with obvious dirt, looking grimy. Some unknown liquid was smeared on the other side, giving off an unpleasant scent that seemed suspiciously like semen. Suppressing the urge to gag, I covered my nose and coldly asked, "What's this on the wedding dress, Mary? Are you deliberately doing this to disgust me?" Zachary's expression immediately darkened. He cut me off and said, "Why are you mak

“Since you can’t pay, then take off your clothes instead. One outfit for another. Fair trade, don’t you think?” His voice wasn’t quiet. Conversations faltered around them. Heads turned. Laughter rippled through the crowd. Heat drained from Isabella’s face. She only owned a few uniforms to her name, and underneath, she wore nothing but thin undergarments. He was deliberately humiliating her. “What’s wrong? Isn’t your shabby uniform worth trading for hers? Or are you too proud?” “Mr. Pei, she’s no fun at all. Won’t even take her clothes off…”

Benedict looked at me, his tone as matter-of-fact as ever. “Get a ride home. I need to send Anna back to her place.” I lowered my eyes and remained silent. Benedict had a severe obsession with cleanliness and never allowed any lingering scents in his car. Once, because of his stubborn temperament, he had offended a client. I nearly drank myself to death just to apologize on his behalf. Yet afterward, he frowned at me with open disgust and said, “You reek. Figure out your own way back.” That day, he abandoned me alone in the snow-covered outskirts of the city.

And even if she can fork out cash from the Cross Group, it would be impossible at the moment because of her on going project. When the media spotted the now almost homeless Rex Cross that looked pleasant to the eyes, they started to take photos of him. However, most people eagerly took photos because they noticed that he might have worn high quality fakes to attend the wedding banquet. There was no way the Rex Cross now can afford a suit that expensive. They were curious and they found the scene embarrassing for him, so they took lots of photos. When Daniel saw that Hilda's new boyfriend came dressing in high quality replicas, he found it understandable.