Re: Story Contest #1
Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2019 7:20 pm
Excellent story! I remember the other one you referenced too. Keep up the good work
This story probably fits best with the first prompt, but there are touches of the fifth near the end
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Virtual Halloween Humiliation
There was no doubt in the AV club’s mind that their virtual haunted house would be a main attraction of the autumn fair, after all, it was created by the brightest students of loftwood high, and while that sounds like a big deal on paper, the initial reaction only amounted to a bunch of nerds with too much time on their hands making something that could have been done with a few mood lights and somewhat convincing costumes.
But despite the mockery, the team of three fine young men pressed on, they were going to make an unforgettable show that shut everyone up and proved that the advance of technology was superior.
The first day did not bode well for the boys, despite the glowing reviews from everyone who tried the experience, the flow of customers was fairly low, to begin with.
That all changed on the second day, it seemed that the word of mouth from yesterday’s customers spread pretty quickly, and before the boys knew it, there was a long line of eager fright fans outside their haunted house, they felt pretty vindicated in their efforts.
That isn’t to say that everything was sunshine and roses, aside from the hard work of guiding people through the maze and providing all the extra stimulus that the goggles and headphones themselves couldn’t provide.
Then there was a different problem, and that problem’s name was Megan, Megan was the captain of the cheerleading team, and she behaved as if the cheerleaders in your average movie were her role models, she was mean, bitchy, and for some reason, she still had that stereotypical disdain for nerds.
And to top it off, she wanted into the virtual house, AND she wanted special royalty treatment as she went through it, throwing a couple of insults at the people near the entrance.
Liz, the president of the AV club, decided that since she wanted hands-on experience in their house, but didn’t have the courtesy to at the very least be polite about it, that punishment was due for Megan’s rude behavior.
See, the one thing Megan didn’t account for was that being rude to the people who literally controlled your senses (for the immediate future, at least) was a very big mistake, as once the club got her fitted for headgear and the matching noise canceling headphones, she could only see and hear what they wanted her to see and hear.
Megan was told to grab onto Michael, one of the boys’ hands to lead her around the maze of horror they had prepared, something that she showed unsurprising contempt towards, but it didn’t matter, because, at the end of the day, she couldn’t see or hear anything outside of the virtual environment, and she didn’t want to trip and fall through this place.
The haunted tour began in a routine fashion, a few jumpscares amidst the eerie mood and spooky visuals set the tone for Megan, she was walking on eggshells in no time and clinging to Michael’s arm even before the halfway point of the journey, but this was only the beginning.
As the two walked through the maze, Liz snuck up behind the two and slowly unzipped Megan’s skirt, Michael stopped dead in his tracks and spoke to Megan through his microphone that fed directly to her headphones:
“Shhh! Did you hear that?” He didn’t hear anything, of course, he was simply justifying their sudden stop and planting the seed of fear in Megan’s head.
Once the zipper was fully unfastened, the team triggered a jump scare that caused Megan to jump in fear, causing the skirt to fall down and land on the ground without her noticing its absence, now she was walking around with her panties clad ass exposed to everyone in the club, who made sure to take a few pictures of the sight.
After a few more minutes of walking (and Megan oblivious to the loss of her skirt), Liz struck once again, this time hooking Megan’s blouse to a nail sticking out of a wall.
“Hey stop!” Megan cried out as she felt the resistance of the nail against her blouse “I’m stuck!”
Megan tried to free herself, but aside from Liz doing such a good job hooking the blouse, Megan couldn’t actually see the nail, so after struggling for a few moments, she asked Micael for help.
Michael, who could see the nail clearly, faked a few attempts to free Megan, and pretended to give up as well.
“What should we do?” Megan asked, afraid to move at this point.
“It feels a bit too high to just rip it off, you’d just ruin the entire shirt.” Michael mused into the microphone, and made a suggestion “can’t you just take it off?”
“What!? Absolutely not!” Megan protested angrily, but a tinge of nervousness betrayed her panic at the suggestion.
“It’s not like I would see anything, it’s pretty dark in here.” Michael lied, he could see her very clearly, but Megan didn’t know this, thanks to the headset, she didn’t question the fact since the virtual environment was also dark “We can always just send someone with a flashlight to grab it for you and give it back before you get out, nobody will know.”
But that wasn’t the only thing worrying Megan, as there was also the inconvenient fact that she opted to go braless on this day, she felt embarrassed, but after a moment of hesitation, Megan proceeded to unbutton her blouse all the way off, the club couldn’t believe their eyes, they had convinced the prettiest bitch in school to strip down to her panties, and what panties they were; they were pink and sheer for the most part except at the crotch, you could clearly see the crack of her ass as it squeezed together into a shapely apple-like form.
Megan stood there shivering in the autumn cold (the place wasn’t well insulated), her nipples that topped her perfect c-cup breasts were hard as diamonds, and many more pictures were taken, now even videos entered the mix.
And now, as the two neared the exit, Liz swooped in for the last time, Michael let go of her hand and Liz grabbed and cuffed Megan’s hands behind her back..
Not understanding the situation around her, Megan began shouting, but as Liz removed the headgear and headphones, Megan fell quiet as she realized that she was standing nearly naked in front of the entire AV Club, who were staring at her through their phone screens and even one high resolution DSLR camera.
“W-what…” was all that Megan could manage, she was still accustomed to the frightening atmosphere that immersed her a few moments ago, and now it was a different sort of fear that washed over her, one born of humiliation.
“Let this be a lesson to you, bitch.” Liz held up her phone, one of many that had captured Megan’s slow stripping this evening “Don’t insult my friends ever again.”
Megan was pushed out of the door she saw in front of her, in other words, the exit, she began to struggle, but she couldn’t break free of the now fully in control Liz forcing her out into the open air.
The cold air hit her immediately, she was shivering before, but now she could barely stand as her wobbly knees strained to keep her upright.
“Listen, I’m sorry, okay, can you just let me go now, I promise I won’t-” Megan began pleading, but nobody was really buying it, they’d seen the bitch get out of many other binds with her crocodile tears and knew better than to forgive her that easily.
“You’re not going anywhere yet, sweetie.” Liz barked, although revenge was sweet, everyone definitely felt ecstatic with the power they held over the now powerless alpha bitch “not until you learn your lesson in front of everyone.”
“No, please don’t!” But Megan’s pleas were ignored as she was paraded around the fairgrounds in nothing but a mostly transparent pair of underwear, her mind was racing, she was being seen by more and more people who gathered around and watched this march of humiliation.
“Liz, wait, you have to stop!” Michael called out, bringing Liz’s parade to a halt, for a moment, Megan rejoiced, was Michael coming to her rescue? She began regretting the snide remarks and sneers she threw his way, all up until he crouched down in front of her and took hold of her panties “You can’t really let her keep going with these.”
Megan heard the chortles coming from around her, there was probably no one willing to save her, she was stripped naked in front of god knows how many people, and the fate that awaited her now was crueller than she could have imagined as Liz led her to a dunk tank.
“Here’s the deal, princess, you’re gonna get on that tank’s seat and I’m gonna have a race with you, if you win, you get your clothes back!” Liz smacked Megan’s ass, propelling her a few steps forward “we’re gonna see who completes their goal first, mine is to hit the target and dunk you in the tank.”
“... What’s mine?” Megan dreaded the answer, she knew it wasn’t going to be something that safeguarded her dignity, not after the walk of shame she was forced to endure, but she didn’t expect this level of degradation:
“Oh that’s easy, in fact, I’m sure you’re better at it than I am with throwing these balls,” Liz was tossing a baseball in the air and catching it before she stopped and gave the naked cheerleader her humiliating task “you have to play with yourself until you cum.”
Whoops and cheers came from the growing audience, they didn’t know what the girl did to deserve this, but nobody was willing to break it up and lose out on the show, as evidenced by the many cameras and phones that were now pointed at the scene before them.
“I’m not doing that!” Megan objected, she was exposed in front of all those nerds, paraded naked in front of the entire town, but sitting in plain sight and bringing herself to orgasm? That crossed the line.
“Sure, have fun spending the rest of the night and getting back home naked, I’m sure your parents would love to hear about what happened.” Liz grinned; Megan’s boldness seemed to fade, she made sure to deliver the final blow “Or I could ask the good folks here to keep this quiet, I mean, most of them probably don’t know who you are.”
A chorus of agreement came as a response, there was no way to guarantee that this incident remained secret, but a chance was better than nothing, Megan slowly ascended the step-stairs leading up to the tank’s seat where she sat down.
“Ready? Go!” Liz tossed the first ball, which was a good margin off of the target, hitting the plastic sheet behind the target, either she was an extremely poor shot, or she was missing on purpose to extend Megan’s show.
And so Megan wasted no time tackling her own task, she spread her legs open and let her hand dart down to her already begrudgingly moist pussy, her fingers tickling her swollen and sensitive clit as another hand reached up and began toying with one of her nipples, she closed her eyes and tried her best to block out the jeers and laughs from the crowd watching and filming her reenact one of the most private acts she could perform in her life.
Megan’s fingers advanced their assault on her tender parts, the hand teasing her nipples were now squeezing and mauling her entire breast, her fingers strumming her clit slipped downwards and delved inside her folds, now finger fucking her gushing pussy.
A honeyed voice could not help but escape from Megan’s lips, she was moaning louder and louder as she approached climax, she was not dunked yet and that means in a few moments, she was going to get her clothes back, she announced her impending climax to the crowd:
“OHHH YEAH! I’M CUMMING! I’M CU-” Megan’s words were cut short as she found herself crashing into the water, one of Liz’s balls finally made the mark, or so it seemed, Liz was fully capable of hitting the target from the start, she just wanted to humiliate the bitchy cheerleader as much as possible.
As Megan was fished out of the tank, she was dragged and tossed in front of Liz, still coughing and gasping for air, her make-up was running down her face.
“Well, it seemed like you couldn’t make it in time, I guess you won’t get your clothes back.” Liz was towering over the naked and humiliated Megan “Now get up and go home, I don’t wanna see you around me or any of my members ever again.”
“No! I came! I already came before you knocked me in the tank!” Megan was wheezing, barely able to talk, but she was desperate.
“How about it folks, did it look like that to you?” Liz asked the crowd, who in turn responded with a predictable and resounding “NO!”
“You heard ‘em, now get lost!” Liz was about to leave when Megan clung onto her legs.
“No! Please, I’ll do anything, give me my clothes back!” There it was, the school’s bitch was finally begging for mercy, and Liz fully intended to use that.
“Okay then, I’ll give you your clothes back, on one condition.”
“Anything!”
“Get on your back, legs open and in the air, spread your pussy and apologize to my friends.” Liz pointed at her club members, who were enthralled by this theatrical dismantling of their tormentor “Like you mean it.”
There was no talk back from Megan this time, no resistance, no sign of who she was before entering their haunted house, she did as she was told, she lay on her back, legs spread open and knees up in the air, her two hands reaching down and spreading her pussy in the most degrading way possible, and she began her apology:
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be mean, I won’t do it again, I promise I’ll be good, so please give me my clothes back.” Megan was sobbing as the crowd applauded the finale of the show they were given, Liz tossed Megan’s clothes on top of her soaked body as the crew went back to pack up their haunted house.
THE END
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P.S. I have another draft of this story that goes in a completely different direction (one which I personally prefer), but couldn't use because it didn't fit any of the prompts, I'll try to finish it and post it as a regular story, so look forward to that.