Maid for a Night (COMPLETE)

[jastes22]

No no no no no!

Pictures? Caroline couldn’t be serious!

As if to remind me of the precariousness of it all, a wave of pleasure ran through my crotch, the vibrator an unrelenting force. There was no way I could survive even one more lap with that…thing inside me.

These were girls! Witnessing the school’s star athlete being paraded around in nothing but a black collar and sex toys was gossip enough—there was no way that would stay quiet—but pictures? No one would be able to resist sharing an experience.

As I stood there, I realized I didn’t have a choice. There was technically nothing stopping Caroline and Teresa from allowing pictures anyways. My only hope was to get through their game and hope they kept their word. The thought of being even more under their control was terrifying, but I was quickly coming to terms with the fact that being bound, muzzled, and naked, I had no power to resist.
Caroline tugged on my leash. My first instinct was to resist, if only a little, to prove to myself that I wasn’t completely beholden to her, that some part of my willpower was still mine, but I knew any sort of hesitation would be pounced on and used as the basis for more punishment, so I allowed her to guide me without resistance.

The girls pounced on me as I moved through them, the prize of getting me to orgasm too enticing to show me any mercy. Despite my acknowledgement of how imperative it was to behave with every one of Caroline’s tugs, I had to stop several moments to get my composure, each step agony. Caroline seemed content to draw out my punishment, giving the girls even more time to explore my body.
I saw it out of the corner of my eye. My instincts comprehended it before my brain did as I braced myself for the hard slap of a girl’s palm crashing down on my bare rear. I groaned, nearly collapsing, as the pain swelled like a bee sting. I couldn’t see it, but I knew there was a bright red splotch on my left cheek.

I stepped forward, pushing through as more girls took the opportunity to smack my bare rear until it became an endless onslaught. Some girls got creative and would pinch a nipple, tweaking my tits until I squirmed. I couldn’t think, I just had to keep moving.

Then, the worst thing happened.

The vibrator slipped out.

I was so wet, so focused on moving, that I hadn’t paid attention to the loosening pressure in my pussy until the toy fell out, vibrating angrily on the
floor, slick with sweat and wetness.

For a brief moment, there was silence as the girls wondered what it meant, all holding their breath. I hadn’t orgasmed, but Caroline hadn’t given permission to let the vibrator go, either.

Instead of my leash, Caroline grabbed my hair and pulled me towards the center of the room. I yelped, scrambling to regain my balance and follow Caroline’s lead before she pulled my hair out.

She threw me on the locker bench, feet towards the crowd, my head nearly falling off the other side of the bench.

“Spread your legs,” she commanded.

I obeyed, opening my thighs without the slightest amount of resistance. She grabbed my wrists and undid the handcuffs. She started talking to the girls, but I drowned them out, unable to think or focus.

Someone grabbed my right hand and tied it underneath the bench to one of the bolted legs. My legs were pulled further apart and each tied separately to the two front legs of the bench, leaving only my left hand free.

“We’re going to set a timer,” someone said. Teresa. “For two minutes, you have to keep one finger inside of you. If you make it two minutes, we’ll set you free. If you don’t…”

Right. Pictures.

I swallowed, bringing my left hand to my crotch. I wasn’t sure when to start. Were they going to call it out?

I opted to just start, and slipped a finger inside me. I just had to let it sit there for two minutes. I could do anything for two minutes. I had an audience, too, and that would give me strength to resist orgasming. I had already orgasmed to an audience, true, but this felt more intimate, somehow, doing such a private act in front of a bunch of girls. It felt wrong.

Instinct took over, and my finger started to swirl inside of me.

Immediately, I knew it was too much. The vibrator was intense, but it didn’t have the same roughness that a finger did. Maybe that was on purpose, to draw out a vibrator-induced orgasm, but a finger was enough to hit that spot.

I took a shaky breath. Two minutes, two minutes.

For some reason, my attention was drawn to the collar around my neck, the one with my name on it. No, I couldn’t do it. The heat of everything that had happened in the last hour was too much. I needed release.

It didn’t matter the cost.

I pushed deeper, and the dam broke. A deep, guttural groan erupted from my mouth, muffled by the gag, and I let my head fall back onto the bench, completely defeated. Sweat covered every inch of me, and I could feel cum rising up and bursting through my pussy.

It was the best orgasm I had ever had.

The pictures started quickly afterwards, several girls coming closer to get detailed pictures of every inch of my privates and my skin, my face—and my identity—evident in most of them.

I couldn’t do it. Even when my identity was at stake, I was too much of a slut to even muster up the strength to hold back.
I deserved to be a slut. A pet.

Caroline was looking down on me, her feet on either side of the bench, looking down on me. I resisted the urge to use my one free hand to cover my breasts.

“I’m not going to stop you from getting on the team. I’m not even going to stop you from becoming a captain. But if you want these pictures to stay on these girls’ phones, you’re going to do two things.”

I nodded furiously. Anything. Anything to keep this nightmare of a night contained. I was almost through this night.

Caroline grinned at my eagerness. “First, I’m going to talk to each of the captains of all the girls teams—baseball, tennis, golf, even bowling. For the next two weeks, you’re going to go to each of their practices and let them do whatever they want to you. They’ll take pictures, but I’ll make sure they stay on their phones, as long as you keep to the second condition.”

My heart dropped as I tried to understand what it was that Caroline was saying. No, this nightmare wasn’t over. It was just starting.

“The second condition is that, for the next four years, every time you win a race, or a meet, or anything when we swim, we do this all over again. If you want to win, you’ll have to pay for it. You’ll become our permanent little plaything.”

The girls held their breaths. The possibility of even more playing with me was enough to stun them into silence.

Caroline examined me, slowly inspecting every inch of my body.

“So…what will it be?”

THE END

[Hooked6]

So, is this the end? It is a bit confusing as your title page says "Complete" but your last post ended with an intentional cliffhanger without saying, "The End" after Chapter 29 making me wonder if there might be more.

This of course would be a natural place to conclude this story if this is really "The End" but I wonder (hoping actually) that you might consider a sequel of her experiences at the creative hands of the other girls team captains (in your spare time of course ) Is there a possibility that you might consider a sequel do you think?

This was an incredible story which should definitely be in every serious collector's library. Thank you so much for sharing your erotic creativity with us.

Hooked6

[scott_forgot]

Hi Thanks for your hard work and creativity on this story and now a sequel. I did notice that part 9 Taylor has C cup tits. Now in part 27 she is a 34 DD. Likely a typo as it would both be news if she grew that quickly. Also I doubt boobs that size would let her be a top college swimmer.

Hope that helps and good luck writing!

[jastes22]

Hi Thanks for your hard work and creativity on this story and now a sequel. I did notice that part 9 Taylor has C cup tits. Now in part 27 she is a 34 DD. Likely a typo as it would both be news if she grew that quickly. Also I doubt boobs that size would let her be a top college swimmer.

Hope that helps and good luck writing!

Whoops! Thanks for pointing that out. I wrote this over such a long period of time I kind of forget things. And the swimming thing wasn't planned, it just sort of evolved organically, though I like the idea of Taylor being a dominant athlete and yet be so submissive.