V.
When the girls were gone I went to the bathroom to clean myself up. I looked
at my self and saw that I'd got bruises all over my body, and both my cheeks
were reddened from the slapping I received, but they were nothing when compared
to my ass. I felt a bit better after a very hot shower, but then the phone
rang. It was Stacy.
"Hi, slut," she said, "how's your butt?" she sounded so cheerful as
if what happened was nothing. "Stacy!" I almost cried, "why are you doing
this to me? Haven't you hurt me enough?" "Well, no," Stacy said simply,
"and mind you manners when you speak to me you cunt!" She had resumed that
stern and cruel tone. "Since you tried to disobey me today, I've decided
to give you a small punishment," "But you have punished me already!" I protested.
"No, I haven't," Stacy said, "that was just the girls punishing you for
screwing their boyfriends without asking them first." "But they forced me!"
"Did they?" Stacy said teasingly, "I thought you begged them to do that."
I didn't know what to say to this twisted argument, but before I could say
anything, Stacy went on. "You go and check your Email, and call me back
when you're done," she said, and then she hung up.
I switched on my computer, logged on and saw that I had received about
three dozens of new mails from an anonymous account. All except one were
large files. I clicked on one of them, and as I sort of expected, it was
a photo of my ordeal last Saturday. The shorter mail was a text message.
It just said that as my punishment, I had to post all these photos myself
to the alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.amateur newsgroup, and if I refused,
somebody else would post them for me "with the additional photos". I clicked
through all the messages and saw that they were all photos with me blindfolded,
so the additional photos would be the ones that show my face. That was
so cruel, I thought. Stacy was forcing me to choose between humiliating
myself and being exposed. Knowing that I couldn't afford to anger her even
more, I calmed myself down before calling her.
"So do you like the photos?" Stacy asked cheerfully. "So all you want
is just for me to post all the pictures, and that's it?" I asked cautiously.
"No, actually not," Stacy said, "I've being thinking, since you've got such
an attitude problem I'm going to make this a little bit more interesting
for you. I want you to post them, together with a message saying that you're
a slut and you've just had your first gangbang, and you enjoyed it so much
that you want to share it with everyone, and then you'll ask everyone to
Email you and let you know what they think. You have to sound real nice
in your message, and if you don't get more than one hundred responses by
tomorrow night, I'll post the rest of the set." "Wh--what?" I was shocked
by this incredible demand. "How can I do that?" "Well cunt, you'd better
shut up and do it before I changed my mind!" Stacy snapped. "Now I'm going
to make it easier for you, you don't have to use your real Email address.
You can set up a new address, but it has to contain the name Callie and
it had to sound slutty. Now I'm going to check the newsgroup midnight tonight,
and the photos have better be there!" She said menacingly and hung up before
I could said anything.
Defeated, I returned to in front of my computer. This is not too bad,
I tried to tell myself. People won't know it's me, nobody would be able
to tell. Knowing that it would take some time before the photos come up
in the newsgroup, I began immediately. I couldn't think of any really slutty
name, nor did I want to anyway, so I just opened a web mail account with
the name "Callie the slut". And then the message. I tried to remember what
Stacy and others had said to me, but in the end all I could bring myself
to write was "Hi I'm Callie the little slut. I just had my first gangbang.
I enjoyed it so much that I want to share it with everyone of you! Please
Email me and let me know what you think!" I knew this was pretty lame, basically
it's just what Stacy had said, I just hoped it would work. I posted all
the photos and the message, and then switched of the computer, didn't want
to look at it again. Later, Stacy called me in the middle of the night and
said she had seen the photos, but she thought the message was pathetic.
"Well I wrote what you told me to and I th---thought this w--would do..."
I mumbled in my defense. "Well, it'd better work otherwise you'll be sorry!"
Stacy snapped, not happy that I wasn't to keen on carrying out the task
she gave me, then she hung up.
"Hey Slut!" the following day, I almost died when Stacy called me that
right in the school parking lot. I looked nervously around and thankfully
no one seemed to be paying us any attention. Stacy was with Mark and Tom,
Sandy's boyfriend. "Hi..." I answered cautiously. "Oh c'mon, don't give
me that look!" Stacy said laughing, "you should be happy to see the three
of us! You had such a good time with Mark and Tom last weekend! Or you're
unhappy because there're only two of them?" "Oh, no!" I said nervously,
"I'm, I'm happy to see them, I mean, you guys!" I could feel myself blushing
as I recalled what happened last weekend.
"Well," Stacy said, "I've told Mark and Tom about the little task I
set you yesterday, and they're quite keen to see the responses! Should we
bring them along too?" "Y...yeah sure," I knew that wasn't really a question,
and this was the only answer allowed. So again I was taken into Stacy car,
and we drove off with me and Jake sitting at the back. As soon as we're
out of the parking lot Jake began fondling me. "Hey relax!" he said chuckling
as my whole body tensed up when I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Yeah, I
bet the slut can't wait until we get there!" Stacy encouraged Jake, who
began to get more and more outrageous. He reached down and began fondling
my breasts through my T-shirt. I knew I couldn't refuse, so I just sat there,
gritted my teeth and let him touch me. But then he reached down and lifted
my T-shirt above my breasts. "No, please!" I whispered, fearing that Stacy
would here me, but Jake ignored me. Instead, he pushed my breasts out of
my bra and began squeezing them and tweaking my nipples. I was mortified.
The street wasn't too busy, but a car would pass us by once in a while,
and I just kept my head lowered and couldn't bear to look whether the driver
of that car had seen me. Several times I looked at the rearview mirror and
saw that my face was all red, and then I saw Stacy looking at me in the
mirror. Our eyes met and she smiled wickedly.
The drive to my home seemed very long that day. I let out a sigh of
relief when we finally got there, and as soon as Jake stopped touching me
I pulled my T-shirt back down and almost ran out of the car. I fumbled nervously
with my keys and opened the door to let them in. "Where are your manners,
huh? Aren't you at least going to invite us in?" "Oh, pl, please come in,
" I said timidly. But Stacy wasn't finished. "We all know you're a slut,
" she said, "but even a slut has got to have manners, especially with these
guys! They gave you such a good time last Saturday, remember?" I felt very
embarrassed, but I knew Stacy was trying to make it difficult for me, so
I didn't talk back. "Would---would you like something to drink?" I asked.
Just when I was about to get them their drinks, Stacy stopped me. "C'mon
slut, we know that whenever you're home you like to get comfortable! You
don't have to pretend, just do what you usually do!" She said laughing.
At first I didn't get it, then I began blushing as soon as I realized what
she meant. "No I'm, I'm fine now, thanks," I said, almost pleadingly. I
knew the guys had seen every part of my body already, but it would still
be embarrassing, but Stacy was having none of that. "C'mon, slut! I said
never mind us! Or do you need more audience?" "Oh, no, no," I said as I
immediately began to undress. Soon I was totally naked. The guys were grinning
when they saw my naked body. Then I went to the kitchen to get them their
drinks, and Stacy and the guys sat down in the living room and they began
chatting, but she made me stand next to the couch facing the wall.
I was so embarrassed, with me being totally naked and them fully dressed,
I felt so degraded. Their conversation was mainly about school, with Mark
and Jake taking about their games, but sometimes they would make comments
about my body or talk about last Saturday, and I had to close my eyes in
shame. "Yeah, she's got a tight little cunt," Mark said at one point, "but
I still like her ass most," he said as he placed my hand on my ass. I jumped
a bit at the touch, and they laughed. Mark began fondling my ass. I wanted
to denied it, but it made me feel hot, I don't know, to be touched but without
being able to see how, and as Mark went on I began to breathe harder and
harder. "Ouch!" I yelped as Mark stopped fondling my ass and gave me a spank
instead, and they laughed. "Well," Stacy said, "let's go and find out how
popular Callie the slut is!"
We went up to my room to check my Email. My account was flooded with
new messages! Minus the spam, I---or rather "Callie the slut"---received a
hundred and thirty messages in reply to the photos I posted. I was relieved
that I was spared further punishments from Stacy, but was shocked that so
many people had actually replied. It meant that even more people had seen
the photos, even though they didn't know it was me. Stacy looked a bit disappointed
that I had managed to pass this test that she set me, but she was more curious
about what people were saying to me. Together we browsed through the replies.
Most of them were just people saying nice photos, some asked for more, and
some were people saying dirty things to me, like I was a real slut, I should
be spanked real hard, etc. Some people were writing to say what they wanted
to see me do. "Hey," Stacy excalimed, "why don't we see who has sent in
the best request! I'm sure our little slut here will be eager to do it!"
Oh God, I thought, but that's not the end. Stacy wanted me to do the request,
and they'd photo it and I'd have to post the photos to the newsgroup. Mark
and Jake got really excited and started talking nonsense, they said maybe
we could built a website and charge people when they made request, and then
they'd become internet millionaires. I thought that was a crazy idea but
I knew I'd better keep my mouth shut. I just hoped the request that people
had sent me weren't too horrible. I was a bit relieved that at least they
decided to hide my face in the photos so that people wouldn't discover and
ruin the whole thing.
I just sat there and watched as they went through the messages. After
a while they started to get tired, and decided to just pick a request from
the ones that they'd seen. I was horrified when Jake said he liked the one
that asked to see me fucked by twenty guys, but fortunately Stacy said it
would be too similar to what I'd done last week. Still, I was a bit worried
that she left it open whether we're going to do that request one day. She
said she liked the one that wanted to see me fuck myself with a huge dildo.
I knew she liked it because I would have to do it to myself and it would
be more degrading for me. The guys seemed to be getting it now that Stacy
was the boss, and they agreed.
"What? You don't seem very happy, slut," Stacy said menacing, "should
we stick to Jake's choice?" "No, no, it's okay," I answered immediately,
"I, I like the one that you've picked." "Great!" Stacy said cheerfully.
But she went mad again when I told her sheepishly that I didn't have a dildo.
"What? Are you kidding me?" she yelled as she grabbed my hair, "a slut like
you don't have a dildo?" "Hey, maybe we can use a beer bottle or something!"
Mark said. "Oh God!" I whined. I have to fuck myself with a beer bottle!
But they ignored me totally and quickly agreed. Jake went nextdoor to Stacy's
place to get a bottle of beer and as we waited, Mark began touching me all
over. He said he wanted to warm me up, but I could see the anger and jealousy
in Stacy's eyes. Jake came back with a bottle of beer and they made me drink
all of it. I had never drunk that much before and was already feeling dizzy
when I finished it. Then Stacy took out her camera and ordered me to sit
on the bed and start. She told me exactly what I had to do, and I had to
fondle my breasts first, and then tweak my nipples, which despite my predicament,
became hardened immediately. Then Stacy ordered me to spread my legs and
rub my pussy. I could felt myself blushing, but I complied quickly, spreading
my legs and began rubbing myself. My pussy was already wet after Mark's
fondling, and now it was getting really wet. Then Stacy told me to "do it".
I picked up the beer bottle and hesitated. "Do it cunt! Or I'll fuck you
with the other end!" Stacy hissed, and reluctantly, I pointed the tip of
the bottle at my pussy, and closing my eyes in shame, I slowly began to
push it in. It was much colder than I thought, and my whole body shuddered
as it entered me inch by inch. The bottleneck wasn't really long, and soon
it was at the end. When Stacy saw that I had stopped, she started scolding
me again. "C'mon, what are you waiting you slut? Or do you want to get the
whole thing in?"
"Oh, no, no," I whimpered, and reluctantly I began to thrust the bottle
back and forth. The bottleneck was shorter than the cocks that I've had,
but it was incredibly hard, and I was soon getting even wetter. When Stacy
told me to play with my clitty, I quickly obeyed, and was soon fucking myself
with the bottle with one hand while rubbing my clit with the other. I had
my eyes closed all the time, because I didn't want to see their expressions.
But Stacy didn't spare me that. She said my eyes were closed because I was
enjoying it so much. It's not true, I protested in my mind, I hated every
second of it, but still I could feel myself coming. I began rubbing my clit
faster and faster as I felt my orgasm building up. Faster and faster until
"Uuuuuurgh!" I grunted as I came. My whole body tightened, even my toes
were curling. I pressed hard against my clit and thrust the bottle in real
hard several times. My body spasmed every time I felt the wider part of
the bottle slam against pussy. Then I fell on my back, and held the bottle
and my other hand tightly against my pussy, until the spasms subsided.
I opened my eyes, saw them and felt so ashamed of myself. The two guys
both had a wide grin on their face. Then I realized that the bottle was
still inside me and immediately pulled it out. When Stacy saw that, she
ordered me to clean it with my mouth, saying that it's the kind of manners
that a slut like me should know. I couldn't believe she could humiliate
me even further, but after what had just happened, all I could do was to
obey, so I took the bottle and licked and sucked my juices off it. Then
Stacy wanted to start touching up the photos so that they could post them
immediately, but the guys had different thoughts. "Can we..." Mark asked
grinning. "Yeah, sure," Stacy didn't sound too happy, but immediately the
two guys jumped onto the bed...
