Jasmine\'s Story

“Get me another beer, slut!” shouted Michelle at Jasmine. Obediently, Jasmine walked over to the fridge and carried back a bottle of beer held over her head, still walking in the neutral position. Michelle had been a fellow high school classmate, and she had in fact been Jasmine’s best friend. The absence of Jasmine’s clothes had obviously changed a lot though. The entire high school class was there. She could not believe that she was in this situation. People who had seen her almost everyday when they were teens were now seeing her completely naked body. The fact that she looking like a total bimbo and slut made things worse. And they were all treating her like their slave. For Melanie and Melly, it was still a big humiliation because they did know Tony. He was shocked initially that they had been ‘chosen’, but got over it knowing that they were perfect candidates.

“So how do you girls feel about Jasmine’s betrayal?” Tony asked the twins. “We could kill her!” they replied in unison. Jasmine was sure that they would never know the truth, and she suspected something bad would be about to happen. “Alright then, we’re going to give you girls a fair chance to get back at her! We’ll have a… SLUTALYMPICS! First up, wrestling!” he screamed. Jasmine was stunned, not knowing what he meant. All her exclassmates started cheering though, anticipating something exciting. “So basically, the ring ends with the plants around this backyard. Melanie and Melly versus Jasmine! Here’s the catch. You will by making the other team cum. So Jasmine must make both cum, while Melanie and Melly only need to make one person cum!” Jasmine gasped. It was cruel, and unfair. “First of all, apply this gel generously inside your pussy. Then, give the other team a full lick from asshole to tip of pussy slit in to show goodwill!” It was ridiculous, Jasmine knew. But she could not do anything but take the tube and apply plenty of the gel straight into the inner pink of her pussy, still slightly sore from the workout that Owen had given her. At first, she felt no change at all. Then, when Melanie and Melly came over, glaring, to give her the full lick as they had been ordered, she realized what the gel had done. Her pussy was a hundred times more sensitive. Just that full lick was enough to make her thighs and toes tense up. She shuddered, and she knew that Melanie and Melly were feeling the same based on their reaction when she went over to taste their pussy juice via the lick.

“By the way, with the games that follow, I want all 3 of you to try your hardest. Now, GO!” Melanie and Melly were immediately all over her. Straight away, Melly jammed two fingers up her slippery pussy, and Melanie squeezed her boobs, toppling her over. Either of the twins alone, still adjusting to their recently bloated tits, would not have managed to overcome the curvy and sporty Jasmine. However, with them together, Jasmine knew she stood no chance from the start. Melly was already rubbing her pussy viciously, which under normal circumstances would have been a turn off at such an early stage, but with the gel, it seemed like the girls did not need any warming up at all. Jasmine could only aim a wild slap at Melanie’s boobs, and she fell off her but it was already too late. Melly’s fingers were working wonders, and Jasmine dissolved into a heap. But not before Melanie was back, and sat with her butt on Jasmine’s face while Melly drew the orgasm out of the wriggling Jasmine. Jasmine was utterly humiliated. She had cum in front of her exclassmates.

“Well, we have a winner!” said Tony to voracious cheers. Jasmine had been relatively well liked in class, but it was awfully obvious that her total loss of her clothing meant a total loss of popularity as well. On the other hand, Alice was drinking up the praises nearby. “Next up, bouncing titties! Basically the objective of this is to make your titties bounce. However, you can only do what we say. So I’ll call out a name, then that person gets to decide what you sluts do for ten seconds at a time! Now, go!” The girls did not even have the time to adjust from their neutral position, when the first shout came out.

“Jumping jacks!” Bounce bounce bounce. Jasmine was expertly throwing her double Ds up and down at the right timing, while the two twins were struggling to cope.

“Running on the spot!”

“Squats!”

“Sit down cross legged!” Jasmine forced her body to shake vehemently. She saw that the twins were barely moving.

“Masturbate!” It was hilarious as the three girls rubbed their hairless pussies while trying to shake their upper bodies.

“Ok now, its called a SLUTALYMPICS for a reason. The two teams must now persuade the audience to vote for you. Go!” The girls were stunned for a bit, then Jasmine realized what they had to do. They would have to use everything that they had to persuade her exclassmates to choose her instead of the twins. Naturally, the most obvious asset would be a good fuck.

Jasmine was utterly disgusted with herself. She had thrown herself about the house like a total slut. She had, in fact, fucked every single guy in the room in the past 3 hours. Every single exclassmate, from her friends to the nerds, had put their dicks in her pussy. Her pussy was well and truly a public commodity now. And she felt so filthy, thinking of the amount of cum that had been squirted inside or on her. It was finally voting time. She was pleased though, because of Tony’s order that they had to try their utmost to win. She had not seem the twins doing any fucking so she would be bound to win this round. Tony, who had fucked her last, ordered for a vote.

No one voted for her. Not one. And she realized what had happened, she had been tricked. Her exclassmates were never going to vote for her, they just wanted a quick fuck. And they wanted a quick fuck from her because she had been Miss Queen, smart wannabe lawyer, beautiful eye candy of the school. Now, she was nothing. Her innermost nether regions were totally free to be used. “So, the twins win again! Ah, Jasmine, I wonder if you are actually good at anything besides fucking.” said Tony with a sly grin.

“Next, a race! We’ll race across the road in front of the main door. Yes, sluts. In the complete open. Everyone should be asleep by now already though, its midnight and tomorrow’s Monday. Melanie and Melly, I know the idea of public nudity is still new to you. But get used to it. If you can’t, blame Jasmine and show her who’s boss by winning the race! The catch is that your clit will be pierced and a modified leash attached. You have to crawl on all fours to the finish line, but your leash can be picked up at any point in time by anyone and of course that means you will have to walk at whatever pace the person wishes to walk at! Alright, so first of all, your clits will all be pierced.” Instantly, a hole appeared on all 3 girls’ clits. “It will never close by the way.” said Alice. The leashes were attached and the small crowd shifted towards the front gate.

“On all fours now, go!” Jasmine wondered if her old feminist studies professor, a young woman who firmly believed in the power of women, could see her now. She knew she looked like a dog, her legs parted wide as she crawled. Her hairless pussy could be seen clearly when stared at casually from the back. Looking behind her, she saw that Melanie and Melly were in more or less the same crawling position. Then, with a yelp, she realized her clit was being pulled back. She herself had been a strong feminist, and now she was being treated like a wild animal, unable to control itself and hence needing to be on a leash. She was forced to slow to a trot as the person slowly slid two fingers into her pussy, then came around and fed it to her. Then, she was let on her way. Melanie and Melly had seen this from behind, seeing their former friend’s shapely butt wriggling awkwardly as she crawled, her pussy lips fully exposed and seemingly winking at anyone behind. The two exchanged giggles and hastily overtook Jasmine.

Needless to say, Jasmine lost by a mile. The twins crawled virtually unobstructed, while Jasmine spent a full minute fetching an empty beer bottle that Michelle had asked her to fetch. Returning with the neck of the bottle between her teeth, Jasmine felt like a dog, and knew that she looked just like a domestic pet.

Back in the house, Tony announced, “The last contest! Control your piss. The two teams will be forced to drink different forms of drinks throughout the night. Who pisses first, loses!” Jasmine was disgusted, now even her natural body functions would be played with, and she would have her urinating controlled and observed. As the night progressed, as promised, the girls were given various different drinks, ranging from mineral water to shots. Her exclassmates lounged around, making small talk with the naked twins, who seemed more comfortable already. Jasmine was told to clear up whatever she could of the bbq, and also whatever was in the house. She was rarely called except to be fingered, or to bring drinks over, or to drink. At 2, they were told to drink a full 1.5 litre bottle of coke. Jasmine was still forced to move around and do clearing up, while the twins could sit down, albeit without covering any crucial areas, and her walking style gradually became a waddle as the jiggling made her bladder feel even more full than it already was. Her exclassmates had started betting on how long it would be before the first person had to pee, and who it would be.

Ten minutes later, Jasmine could not take it any longer. “I have to pee.” she announced to loud laughter all round. The twins were given time to piss in the toilet, while Alice gave the command, “Don’t let yourself go yet. Thankfully I can control your muscles, and you’ll hold it in until I let you go. Not on my floor!” Jasmine glared at her, thinking that she herself would be cleaning the floor anyway.

The twins were given the honour of leading her out of the house on a leash. Humiliatingly, they were also fashioned with a crop. The naked twins took great joy in beating her butt hard whenever ‘her legs got too closed together so her pussy was covered’ or ‘she was going too fast’. The pulling on her clit made her sphincter all the more strained. When she was finally allowed to pee in the middle of the street, one leg had to be lifted up just like a dog, and Alice had filmed it all down using her high definition video camera. Jasmine knew she could never go back, even if one day the drug wore off. Her entire high school class had seen her behaving just like a misbehaving pet would, urinating in the middle of a suburban street. She could have sworn the blush she carried the whole night had now definitely spread all over her body.