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"I’ll make you hate me so much you’ll never think of crossing me again, little mouse. I treated you like a queen, but you wanted more. Now, you’ll wish you never defied me." He tightened his grip, my vision starting to blur as black spots danced before my eyes. Just as I thought I was slipping away, his hand released, and I coughed, gasping as I sucked in air, the burn in my lungs almost as fierce as the raw humiliation tearing through me. He was watching me, a twisted smile on his face, clearly enjoying my desperation. But the most shameful part was the betrayal of my own body—a strange, undeniable heat pooling in my core. The humiliation only deepened, twisting into something else, somethi

I shook my head, unable to speak, completely overwhelmed by the conflicting signals rioting through me. “Stand up and face me,” he ordered. I pushed myself up, my muscles screaming. I turned to him, my face burning with a humiliation so deep I wanted to die. There was no hiding it. My arousal was a blatant, dark, wet patch between my thighs. His eyes dropped to my crotch, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his lips. “Well, now. Isn’t that interesting.” “I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice cracking.

“Look at her face! She’s fucking loving it!” She was. The three points of penetration—mouth, pussy, ass—were creating a feedback loop of sensation that short-circuited her brain. The humiliation of being watched, of being commented on, became a strange fuel. She was a slut for them. She was being ruined. And the physical proof of it, the relentless filling of her body, was pushing her towards a climax she’d never imagined possible. Jax pulled his cock from her mouth, letting it rest on her lips, dripping. “Tell them,” he commanded. “Tell the people watching what you want.”

Kane only fucked me harder when he heard it. He grabbed my hips and angled deeper. His cock hit the same spot the brothers loved but now it felt dirty. Wrong. I did not want to cum. I fought it with everything I had. But my body was tired and sore and betrayed me anyway. A small, unwanted orgasm rolled through me. It was weak and shameful. I cried harder because of it. Kane felt me clench around him. He groaned loud. "That’s it. Cum on my cock like the slut you are."

Elias leaned over me and put his cock on my tongue again, quieter than the others, watching my face while Vincent opened my ass. “Breathe,” Elias said. “If you fight it, it will hurt more, and we’re still going to put it in.” Vincent scissored his fingers. I felt myself give in dirty increments. Shame sat in my throat. My clit throbbed anyway. Roman pinched it and held it pinched while they talked over my body. “She comes when she’s humiliated,” Roman said. “Look at her. Ass getting fingered on a desk and her cunt’s dripping onto the blotter.”

"Look at the man you're crying over. He's smiling and with his tramp. He hasn't thought about you once tonight." Killian stepped next to us, his eyes burning. He delivered a brutal stinging slap to my other buttock. CRACK! I screamed, my breasts bouncing against the cold glass. Sinbad moved so his brother could take his place behind me. "Tell me, Red," Killian rasped, squeezing my throat from behind. "Does it turn you on, knowing he's right there while two real men are about to ruin every last one of your holes?" I looked down at Jimmy. He looked so small, so insignificant. I felt a surge of pure unadulterated hatred mixed with the most intense horniness I had ever felt. My pussy literally s

I had never seen a grown man naked before, and I was dying to see what that looked like. “Are you blackmailing me?” “No,” I giggled, “how could a cute girl like me blackmail you?” I traced my fingers along his spine. “I merely want to admire god’s creation.” “Fiine.” He gave in, reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling it up, revealing that delicious, well-defined body. I moved off him and gave him the signal to take off his bottoms too. He hesitated for a second as if battling with his conscience. We had already gone past that. I gave him those puppy eyes he couldn’t resist. He hooked his finger into the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down together with his boxers in a very ag

But that was all part of my humiliation. “Mmmm, mmmmfffff” I mumbled through the gag, still trying to answer him. He laughed a cruel laugh, and started to slap me across the face and the back of the head. New waves of shame engulfed me, and I felt my stomach starting to contract. I couldn’t believe I was getting so excited from being degraded like this. The slaps weren’t hard, just swift and frequent – smearing my make-up across my face. It was at that moment, under the brutal fucking and the humiliating torment, that I realised I was about to cum.

“Tell me how lunch felt. With her sitting right there.” Shame twisted in my chest, sharp and sweet. “Humiliating,” I whispered. “I could barely speak. Every time you touched me I thought she’d notice.” “But you stayed wet the whole time.” It wasn’t a question. His fingers dipped lower, parting my folds and finding the evidence. He circled my clit slowly, teasing. “You came so close at the table, didn’t you? Clenching around nothing while Victoria talked about her perfect day.” I nodded, breath hitching as he slid one thick finger inside me.

A visible damp spot had already formed on the fabric. Ms. Valeria ran one finger slowly over her covered pussy, biting her lower lip. “So what do you say, baby? Are you going to get on your knees and worship your teacher’s pussy like a good boy? Or are you going to keep pretending you don’t want to taste how wet I get for you every single day during these sessions?” She waited, watching him with dark, hungry eyes. Her chest rose and fell faster now, clearly aroused by her own bold offer. The choice hung heavy in the air between them.