Maid For a Party (Sequel to Maid For a Night) (Part 4 posted 12/14)

[Bucket]

Bumping this as it deserves to be on the first page.

[jastes22]

After my classmates returned to the crowd, Caroline stepped forward, placing her hands on my bare shoulders and whispering in my ear. “Since you’ve been a good girl, I’ll let you take off your skirt yourself,” she said.

“Yes, Miss Caroline,” I said.

Caroline’s threat about hesitating echoed in my mind, and I hurried to remove my skirt, not only to be obedient, but to stop myself from being paralyzed by the thought of being completely nude in front of what felt like hundreds of my fellow students.

The last article of my slutty maid costume fell to the ground in a pile by my feet, and the crowd took in a collective sharp breath. This wasn’t some video or some made-up story. This was real. I was actually, completely, totally naked in front of a whole crowd of people. The whole school would talk about the time when everyone saw Taylor Heath naked and broken for years.

Whispers echoed throughout the crowd. It seemed deafening, but I could only make out a few snippets of hushed conversation.

“She must be so turned on—”

“—I’d never—””

“—Slut. What a—”

“—Do her. Bet she’d thank me after—”

“—Look at the size of that thing. She—”

Somebody at the front of the crowd pointed at my pussy, and I paled as I realized that my pussy was engorged and red, dripping and moist.

The words of the crowd were like electric shocks, making me flinch at the wave of comments and judgments. The thing was, none of them were wrong. Everything they were saying about me as I stood there naked for their viewing pleasure was true. I bowed my head, looking down at my bare feet. I deserved whatever Caroline decided to do with me.

Caroline stepped forward, spreading my legs and rubbing her fingers down the insides of my thighs. I grunted quietly, trying not to react to her touch in front of everyone. Her hands moved up, stroking my hair. With the threat of my identity being discovered gone, I had let my hair grow out to its normal length from before that night of the bet, something Caroline was now taking advantage of, running her fingers through my blonde hair.

“On your knees, and hands on your head,” Caroline said. “Spread your thighs.”

I obeyed. No time to think about the consequences of looking like Caroline’s dutiful pet. I just had to do everything she asked.

She placed a hand on my neck, her fingers curling around my collar, and turned to the crowd. “Our little pet here will remain naked for the rest of the night. She has graciously agreed to allow everyone to take pictures of her.”

I had agreed to no such thing, but that didn’t matter. More whispers, more intense this time. Excited whispers. Oh, crap. Scenarios ran through my head, rapid fire. Was there any way out of this?

Nothing. I couldn’t decide if that was because there really wasn’t any way, or because I didn’t want there to be another way

Caroline was still speaking. “However, these pictures are for private viewing only. If any pictures get out, you’ll answer to me,”

For an absurd moment, I was actually grateful that I was kneeling naked beside her in only a collar, if only as a demonstration of her power and as proof that she could in fact do what she was threatening. If she could do this to swim captain, there was no telling what she could do to somebody else.

I was reminded once again that the opposite was true. If I did anything wrong, Caroline could turn around and destroy my life. I had to do absolutely everything in my power to be obedient or I was in trouble. Caroline had all the power, and I had nothing. I was nothing.

“Crawl down the stairs, pet,” Caroline said.

I fell forward onto my hands, crawling over to the edge of the porch. I paused at the stairs, unsure how to crawl down them. Dogs went down stairs all the time, right? And yet I couldn’t quite recall how they did it.

I blushed at the thought of me trying to mimic a dog. Just Caroline suggesting that I was a pet made me start thinking like one. I just—

Caroline’s hand smashed down on my rear, and I howled at the sudden and stinging pain. “Move it, slut,” she said. “Don’t keep us waiting.”

I sniffled and started to scramble down the stairs. It was still awkward and slow, and I was terrified of being smacked again, but Caroline seemed content with movement. It would’ve been a thousand times simpler to have me walk down the stairs and then get down on all fours, but obviously Caroline wasn’t concerned with what was simple. She only cared about humiliating me as much as possible.

Caroline walked in front of me, pulling me by my leash.

I followed dutifully, focusing on the awkward movement of moving all four limbs in a strange gait pattern. I focused on that rather than the fact that everyone was getting an unfettered view of my back and rear.

The crowd parted in front of us and then immediately corralled around me. Caroline tugged on my leash, bringing me to a stop. When I tried to sit up, she pushed on my gently, keeping me on all fours.

“We’ll have a few minutes for you all to examine our lovely little pet here, and then we’ll move on. I highly encourage all of you to take advantage of this…unique opportunity.”

The girls, most of whom had already explored my body numerous times over the last few weeks, were content to simply touch me in places that weren’t easily accessible when I was standing, like the sides of my ribcage, thighs, bare back, and neck. On the other side, the boys almost exclusively went for my tits and pussy, curling their hands underneath me to pinch, squeeze, and caress my privates. My secrets were being laid bare, and the boys were certainly taking advantage. Moans freely escaped my lips from the sheer amount of stimulation, multiplied by the very public setting as I was fondled. Even though the property was secluded, just being inside made me feel more exposed and even more turned on. People laughed at my open horniness with each moan and groan.

For a rare brief moment I had a second to catch my breath and glanced at the mob surrounding me. People pressed on me from every side, and those who couldn’t reach me had their phones out and were snapping pictures without abandon. I whimpered at the sound of cameras going off. I could only hope that they would keep to Caroline’s instructions.

“Move,” Caroline commanded.

I shuffled forward, slowly, as people explored my body.

I tried to keep track of how many hands were touching me at once and where, but it was nearly impossible with my head down and my eyes on the ground. I’m not sure why I bothered—it wasn’t like there was anything I could do about it. My focus on the violation of my body did, however, constantly remind me that I was naked and being fondled by people I knew. I couldn’t shut my brain down or numb myself to my humiliating reality. Up until this point, my willing humiliation was an open secret, but a secret nonetheless. Now it was completely open, public knowledge.

Someone out of my sight reached over and pinched my swollen pussy lips, hard. While my pussy had been constantly violated for the past few minutes, this one felt different. Intimate. Personal.

And it stung. “H-hey!” I yelped.

Caroline’s hand seemed to come out of nowhere, smacking me across the face.

I moaned and whimpered like a wounded animal. “I—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”

She smacked me again, on the other cheek. I fell quiet, my cheeks burning and flushed.

“Good girls stay quiet. Are you a good girl?”

“Y-yes.”

“‘Yes’ what?”

“Yes, I’m a good girl, Miss Caroline.”

“Are you a good slutty pet?”

“I’m a good slutty pet.

She placed a hand on my back. “Good. Now, for your bad behavior, I believe you deserved to be punished. What do you think, pet?”

“Yes. I deserve to be punished, Miss Caroline.”

“Good. And I think it’s only fair that the person who you raised your voice to gets to give the punishment.”

I whimpered, the idea of a boy having free rein of any punishment nerve-wracking. I wasn’t sure if I was allowed, but I snuck a glance at the boy who would be determining my punishment.

My heart dropped.

It was Jackson.

[Bucket]

Thanks for the new chapter, Jastes.

I will read very soon. I know you said you plan on the sequel being somewhat short, but considering just how epic MFAN was, I'm hoping you reconsider and make this relatively long too. Either way, I cannot wait to read this! I'll wait for another chapter or two before reading.

[IronSloth]

Awesome, thanks for the update!

[Bucket]

Finally got around to reading this, and thorough enjoyed it as I thought I would! Hope there are many chapters more to come!

[Hooked6]

This is one of my favorite stories and usually sequels never live up to the original but in this case I am thrilled to say you are outdoing yourself. You have managed to capture the tension, humiliation and excitement with such talent that I can hardly wait to see what happens next.

Hooked6

[jastes22]

Jackson.

One of the original witnesses of that fateful night that had started a chain reaction that led me to this moment, right now. Him standing over me with all the power.

My memory from that first night was admittedly fuzzy, blurred by the intensity of each moment and just the surrealness of everything that had happened. But I still remembered how at each intersection, Jackson had found a way to humiliate me further than I had already gone. Shaving my privates, making me pose naked on all fours.

“Actually, hold on a second,” Claire said. “If she’s our pet, we should make her look like one.”

Before I could say anything, something black and scented was being shoved in my face. I flinched, pulling back before Claire grabbed my collar. “Stay still, pet.”

I swallowed and allowed Claire to use the marker to cover my nose with the bluish-black ink and then six straight lines sprouting from my nose, three on each side.

My brain put it all together very slowly. Blacking my nose to look like a…dog?

And then the six lines…whiskers?

I finally put it together as Claire placed a rigid headband on me with something fuzzy on them.

Cat ears.

I was a cat.

Claire pushed my head down. She clapped her hands, giggling to herself.

Caroline turned to Jackson. “Why don’t you take our pet for a lap and then you can decide on her punishment?”

He grabbed my leash and tugged lightly, and I allowed him to guide me. It was just cosmetics, but just the simple cat ears created a whole new layer of humiliation. I did not like dressing up for parties or for costumed events. I wasn’t even that big of a fan of Halloween.

But here I was, dressed up as a slutty cat.

A slutty naked cat, I reminded myself.

Jackson’s hand crashed on my bare rear. “Move, pet,” he said.

I yelped and hurried forward on all fours. I heard people whispering as they watched Jackson walk me. We were both known to be friends with each other, so to see one “friend” literally walk another was jarring to say the least. This wasn’t some bully forcing someone to something humiliating. This was someone completely submitting themselves to another person. The power dynamic between the two of us couldn’t have been more blatantly obvious.

Instead of having me crawl at a slow pace around the circle of people, Jackson would tug me forcefully until I got to a certain spot, then make me stand in a particular spot while people explored my body, then force me to go down on all fours to repeat the process. Throughout it all, people had their cameras out, documenting everything.

We finally rounded the circle, and I let out a little sigh of relief. Finally, I—

“Time for your punishment,” Jack said. Everybody gather around. Our cute little pet here is going to give us a little demonstration.”

I didn’t like the sound of that, but what choice did I have? People moved around me, making a small circle with me and Jackson—still holding my leash—in the center. I was still on all fours, so I could only crane my neck awkwardly to look up at Jackson and those closest to me. Some people snickered at my gaudy “costume”

“Roll over,” Jackson. “Like the pet you are.”

He dropped my leash and I rolled over onto my back. The leash twirled around my neck and down my bare chest, and the sensation of the hard fabric on my bare skin sent another wave of embarrassment through my mind. I was completely naked in front of all my peers, girls and boys, who were all filming and documenting this experience.

“Spread your legs.”

I almost didn’t hear Jackson, but my brain registered his words slowly, like molasses. He didn’t—

His hand swung down between my legs, smacking directly on my pussy. I howled and nearly rolled over from the pain. Instead, Jackson grabbed my thighs and pulled them apart. “Open, pet,” he said.

I sniffled and allowed him to open up my legs, proffering an unfettered view of my pussy to anyone who cared to look…which was pretty much everyone.

“Wider, pet.” Jackson said.

I leaned back on my arms and opened up as wide as I could. I only then noticed how many cameras were pointed at me. I blushed, but resisted the urge to cover up. From my vantage point on the ground looking up, it felt like everyone towered over me. I could only lay there, waiting for Jackson to end my punishment. He waited a long time, making sure everyone had a chance to drink me in, before giving me his next command.

Jackson raised his phone, pointing the camera directly at me and my dripping-wet pussy. “I am live streaming this right now to a website protected by a password. In a moment, I’m going to send an email to everyone in school with the link and the password, and you’re going to get off on yourself in front of everyone.”

I swallowed hard, my brain racing marginally slower than my heart. At this point, practically everyone had seen me naked, or at least heard the rumors that Taylor Health was a slut. But there were still some who didn’t know, and opening up a link to see me naked and cumming in front of a camera would be shocking. They would have seen none of the buildup to this moment. And a livestream was on the internet. Even with a password, it could never be truly erased.

But I didn’t have a choice.

Cautiously, tenderly, I slipped a finger inside myself. Remembering Jackson’s instruction to moan, I let out a guttural sound from my throat, pointedly not looking at Jackson’s camera, but everyone had theirs out at the moment.

I fell into it, my eyes closing for a moment as ecstasy washed over me like a crashing wave. I moaned and groaned to no abandon, the pleasure only multiplied by the sheer number of people witnessing me debase myself.

Suddenly Jackson was behind me, grabbing my tits and rolling my elongated nipples with his fingers and swallowing my orbs with his palms.

“Uhhh…unnn…ohhh.”

He didn’t hold back, and I felt myself leaning back into him, shuddering at his touch while still digging into my own pussy. I brought up my hand to stroke my tits, but Jackson grabbed it and held it above my head. With arm above me and one inside me, there was nothing obscuring any one’s view from anything.

“Oh! Please…unnnh..”

As I gyrated to the rhythm of Jackson’s squeezes, I realized that the whole crowd had gotten completely silent. The only sounds were my moans that freely escaped my mouth, even without Jackson’s requirements.

I felt a flush of heat, and then my body froze like my entire self was taking a breath, and then the dam exploded.

I moaned as I convulsed on the ground and squirted cum over the grass, the plants soaking in the liquid. I wasn’t a squirter, except for that first night when Caroline had stripped me and paraded me in front of the swim team. My own body’s tendencies didn’t seem to matter now as the intensity of the moment washed over me and forced cum out of my pussy like a hose.

Jackson let go and I fell to the ground, my whole body splayed out on the grass. People whispered around me, but no one dared to say anything, so as to not to permeate the surrealness of what just happened. I didn’t care. I couldn’t think straight, and the fact that I had just absolutely humiliated myself in front of the entire school didn’t register in my brain.

My bliss was shattered by the sound of Caroline’s words.

“Get up. We’re not done with you, pet.”

[Bucket]

Thanks for the new chapter, Jastes!