These stories are a sequel to The Curse, in which Louise Marogold finds herself in a deal to deliberately allow Mark to embarrass her in exchange for protect from further embarrassment in uncontrolled settings.
These stories are listed here in order of publication, but there is no strict order to them. These stories will be shorter (in general) and will feature many different settings and situations. My hope is to get suggestions from the peanut gallery (That's you!) of what kind of situations Louise finds herself in.
The Towel - Louise "loses" her towel in the girls' changing room.
Last edited by jastes22 on Sat Feb 04, 2023 9:19 pm, edited 4 times in total.
Mark shrugged. “That was our deal. I choose two things every week. If you don’t cooperate, then we go back to what it used to be. And you can't really stop me.”
"So why even tell me? Why not just do it?"
"Tempting, but you're so much more embarrassed when you ask for it."
I blushed.
He grinned at my reaction. “There it is!”
“Shut up,” was the best I could come up with.
“So you going to do it?”
“Fine,” I said with as much malice as I could muster.
He was right, though—I couldn’t really stop him. And at least, this way, I could count this as one of my things for the week and be safe for a couple of days.
I hurried into the girls’ bathroom to shower and change. Mark followed me before disappearing into the boys’ bathroom. It had been a long combined practice, and everyone wanted to clean off the chlorine and get home soon.
I jumped into the shower before peeling off my swimsuit. I couldn’t bear to change in front of everyone else anymore. No point in showing off more than I had to.
I had to find a way out of this. Mark—or whatever he was—thrived on embarrassment, right? So, if I could just not be embarrassed, then he would get bored and move on. Simple enough.
I turned off the water and gingerly stepped outside with a bare foot as I wrapped a towel loosely around me.
Most of the girls had already showered and changed. I had hoped that the majority of them would be gone, but many of them had stuck around to chat. Some of them glanced at me, but said nothing.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I swallowed, and reached up to my towel.
“Whoops.”
As soon as the towel dropped, I immediately regretted it. There was no “not being embarrassed” for me. I squeaked and threw my hands up around my body. Blood rushed to my face as the girls looked up at the commotion.
“Louise!” Hailee yelled. Blessedly, Anna was gone, but Hailee, no doubt emboldened by Mark’s influence, was definitely enough to inspire some embarrassment. “My goodness, you have been acting naughty again!”
I blushed and reached down for my towel. Screw Mark, I wasn’t doing this.
Hailee snatched my towel away from me. “You keep putting yourself in these situations, I’m beginning to think you like this.”
“I don’t like it!”
“Uh-huh,” Hailee said as she rolled her eyes. “Honestly, it would be better for you if you would just admit it to yourself that you do.” She looked me up and down, her eyes finally settling on my hand-covered pussy. “Here, let me prove it to you.”
She pushed me down onto the changing bench. Girls grabbed my arms and pulled them away from my privates and behind the bench that I was now laying horizontal on. I winced at the sensation of—once again—being completely naked in front of my peers.
Hailee grabbed my legs and pulled. I groaned at the sensation of my pussy being spread wide.
“See?” Hailee said, dragging her fingers across my pussy. “You’re so wet!” She showed me her fingers, which were indeed glistening.
I moaned, both from the horror of being put on display like this and the sensations in my crotch. “It’s just…just from the shower.”
“Uh-huh. Sure. But I know the truth.” She reached over and pinched a nipple. I squealed and thrashed, but the awkward angle of being held down horizontally with my legs held down
“In fact…” Hailee said, as if thinking. “Why don’t we have all the girls give you an ‘examination?’ See for themselves just how much you like this. Girls?”
I dissolved into moans as each girl took turns playing with my pussy. Some simply wiped their fingers across, as Hailee did, but others pinched or even slid a finger into my pussy. I kept trying to close my legs, but Hailee wasn’t having it, instead spreading them further and further. There was no denying it—I was wet. That fact made me blush even more. This was humiliating. How was I getting off on this? The fact that all the girls had already seen me naked and in very compromising positions should have made things less embarrassing, but it had almost no effect. I blushed at every touch, every look from each girl. Eventually, I had to close my eyes, but it did little to stop me from growing more embarrassed, and it just seemed to make my moans louder in my ears..
I realized as I lay there, that Mark making me do this of my own volition—at least the towel drop—created a whole new layer of shame. Hailee was being pushed by Mark, I was sure, but that didn’t change the fact that I had started it.
Mark was right. I was never not going to be embarrassed, and that meant I was never going to escape our deal.
