Cuckquean Humiliation Novels & Stories

“It feels so good inside my pussy so let it go deep… I can’t get enough of this fucking… I’m always hungry for cocks and massive things to be inside my pussy… I’m such a dirty whore… go deeper I love it.. go deeper and don’t stop!” The stranger pounded my cunt with the big cucumber using long and forceful strokes, while still twisting it on every thrust. And my juices also squirted around the vegetable as I took it deep and deeper. My moans were very loud and shameless all together, it was echoing through the room.

“Every drop of what he left behind. And pray I don’t get pregnant tonight, cuck. Because if I do… it won’t be yours.” Mark buried his face deeper, tongue plunging inside her stretched hole, desperate and ashamed and hopelessly aroused, lapping up the evidence of his own cuckolding while his wife sighed in satisfaction above him.

“Oh, honey, this isn’t just my moment. This is who you are. Drowning. Weak. Always the fool.” “Enough!” I shouted. All eyes turned to me.. “You think humiliating me makes you powerful? You’re pathetic. And Caleb—” I turned, fire flashing in my chest as my gaze locked on him. “You’re no better. Just standing there like a fool. Not lifting a single finger to stop your wife. Spineless, Caleb. Absolutely fucking spineless!” The crowd went dead quiet. Caleb’s jaw tightened, his hand curling into a fist, but he said nothing. Such a sicko.

“You’re a slut for it. You’ve never had a cock in you, but you’re fucking gagging for it, aren’t you?” My stomach clenched, and my face went from hot to burning. I squeezed my eyes shut. Christ, this wasn’t Colin. Somehow, it couldn’t be. He wouldn’t say that to me. He wouldn’t even think something like that. “Please,” I whispered into the dirt. My cock felt heavy between my legs, not hard but throbbing, and I didn’t understand how or why. Please stop. Please don’t humiliate me. Please… And he laughed, a low, harsh chuckle that reverberated through the cold, still air.

I taunted; sarcasm laced on my tongue. Cassandra brows furrowed for a second, agitated by my arrogant behaviour. Her glossy pink lips stretched into a devilish grin as she drags her perfectly manicured claws along the table, closing the distance between us. “He sees a disgusting human who begs for his attention and that is quite pathetic.” She approached with a purpose – humiliation. I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction anymore, rising to my feet as she stops in front of me. “Humans are breakable, mind and body. They die so easily, and no one will miss them.”

Another yelled, pumping their fists in the air. "Coward!" "Cock sucking bastard!" "You're nothing but a fraud!" "I bet you couldn't even manage a kill without cheating!" "Cheating no doubt runs through your blood." "There's no way you could have won!" "You don't deserve to be called a hunter!" "I'm sure a three year old would be a better hunter than you are!" "Being in the same place as you makes me feel disgusted." It felt like I was being stabbed in the guts, only it was with words.

Gold-Digger or Scandal Queen? The Wife Who Slept Her Way Up. The words clawed at her, each one a dagger. Lucy’s chest rose and fell in sharp gasps as her throat burned with humiliation. She pressed her hands over her ears as if she could block out the noise of the world mocking her, but nothing silenced it. Nothing could. A sob broke loose.

Pitying. So this is my life now…once the golden apple, now reduced to groveling before a haggard old witch, kissing the reek of feet that smell like they’ve gone untouched by water for centuries. And to crown the humiliation, I call her master. Oh, Lila… how far you’ve fallen. The shining angel turned into the perfect portrait of disgrace. The howls grew louder, closer…each one a serrated claw raking at my nerves until panic surged through me in a suffocating wave. Then she sighed, long and heavy, the sound slicing through the air like a blade drawn slow from its sheath.”

It would have saved her so much hurt and pain. This time life really played a rude joke on her, because her period came just the next morning. If only it came a day earlier, she wouldn't have had to experience the unnecessary drama. Now not only she had lost face in front of the doctor and his wife, but she had also been terribly hurt by the following fight. The humiliation alone was enough to distress her, but the one thing that stung her the most was his insult. The cruel remark cut her right to the quick. It struck the deepest, most fragile part of her. She thought she had managed to develop a sense of dignity in spite of her shameful background, but deep down inside, she had a long stand

So why does it still upset me? Just behind the disgust comes the shame - my constant companion. No matter how long I'm here, I still make it all about me. About the things I want. I'm the girl having panic attacks about losing a mansion when so many people out there have it far worse than I do. Addison Thomas or Louisa Cunningham, it doesn't matter - they're both frauds. I'm going to vomit. I'm actually going to be sick right here in the middle of Carolson's fancy press banquet. I stand up, shoot a desperate excuse in Mr. Haymore's direction, and run outside.