ASS Phase 3 - Executionus
Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2022 1:19 am
The Loser's Mile of Shame
Part 1:
I can't believe I lost that bet! It's impossible! I'm Kimberly freaking Claudia! There's just no way in hell that a scum-sucking bottom-feeding unflushable turd like Victoria managed to ACTUALLY swim to the raft in the middle of the lake and back faster than I did. She couldn't beat me at swimming on her best day even if I was sick with 3 Covid variants and the flu at the same time. But somehow, according to Raquel's stopwatch, Victoria had beaten me by one second even.
You may have inferred from my subtle context clues that I despise that callous, stuck-up, rich bitch. She's been handed everything in life yet acts like she earned it all. She's the type of egomaniac who starts life on 3rd base and then hoots when she reaches home plate. Meanwhile the rest of us have to run the whole diamond. This runt with a capital C also got lucky in the genetics department and is a truly gifted athlete, usually the big star of whatever sport she's focused on that week. And she never misses a chance to put the rest of us down.
I especially earn her ire, mostly because I'm the one person who keeps trying to beat her. It all started at the 40 meter dash in middle school. I was the fastest girl in school before Victoria moved here, so with her massive ego running around I challenged her to a race. And I lost. Later I battled her in soccer, basketball, sit-ups, push ups, pull ups, mile run, that stupid shuttle run thing, you name it...and I always lost. Always. This bitch literally has "victory" in her name and it infuriates me. She doesn't train half as hard as I do, yet she always wins and I always lose. Years of rivalry between us, we're both now 17. And I've never beaten her at a damn thing.
But swimming...this is my BEST sport by far. I am a mermaid in the water. Victoria never had the she-balls to face me in a swim meet. She always turned me down at anything aquatic, knowing she didn't have a chance. But here we are at the same summer camp together, feuding as always, and she actually agreed to race me at swimming in the lake. I was so excited...the ego on this fool, she had finally agreed to her doom! Payback would be mine at long last after years of humiliation.
And we made a bet...a HUGE bet. Oh man I threw everything in my vengeful mind into this one, and then she added onto it herself. Our bet was absurd, very little mercy shown. By the end of our banter most of the whole camp was highly invested in the results of this race.
And I lost. HOW??? There is just no possible way that someone who barely ever swims could somehow beat my time. I feel enraged and humiliated, but then I realize that my humiliation hasn't even begun yet. With horror in my heart I realize that I'm going to have to endure the twisted punishment that we came up with. I'm going to have to run...the Loser's Mile of Shame.
This camp has an oval track for track and field events. It is 1/8 of a mile long, meaning 8 laps makes an even mile. Our wager started with me daring her to walk around the track wearing only a towel while the entire camp watched, the boys and the girls. I knew she was prudish and shy so it would be torture for her. I almost considered upping this to naked instead, but some fleeting goodness and mercy left in my heart just wouldn't let me push things THAT far (and boy am I glad for that now!) She upped the dare to an entire mile instead of one lap. I then jacked up the risk by insisting that the loser have her hands tied behind her back, helpless to cover herself if the towel fell. She then added her own truly sadistic touch to the dare: Instead of walking on the track itself, the loser would have to straddle the waist-high rope barrier that runs along the inner perimeter.
So there it is, the Loser's Mile of Shame: I now have to walk an entire 8 lap mile while straddling a rope between my legs, while wearing only a towel, with my hands tied behind my back, and while the entire 244 member camp of boys and girls watches me do it. We're doing the dare after the councilors are asleep after dark to avoid any of them interfering. The audience standing around the track itself will hold their phone flashlights on me in order to make sure that everybody can see me perfectly well. They're all also likely going to take pictures of this. This is going to be an unbearable nightmare!
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2:00 am.
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We all wake up to the alarms we set on our phones. I change into my towel, which is a plain pink basic towel like what all of the girls have assigned to them here. I square knot the hell out of the top of the towel resting on my firm 32C boobies, knowing fully well that this knot is the difference between any of my dignity remaining after this or not. Just for safety sake I also square not the bottom, making sure that it can't open up that way in the event of strong wind or some other disaster. I examine myself in the mirror, looking like I'm wearing a pink high-rise version of Marge Simpson's dress. I'm checking my tanned skin for any blemishes or issues in case they need covered up by makeup. In my vanity I even make sure that my sandy brown wavy hair looks perfect. There's about to be thousands of pictures taken of me, so the last thing I want is to look bad in them. Well...I guess the LAST thing I want is to look NAKED in them, but you get the idea.
I walk out wearing only the towel and my sandals as a few of my friends escort me to the gallows. 244 other teenagers stood around the track, looking like they were ready to watch a concert. But no, they're all here to watch today's biggest loser humiliate herself for their amusement. Most of the boys are also hoping to see some skin, and maybe even see my towel fall. If my towel falls then that's it, game over. I'd lose it and break down probably. I can't imagine anything more humiliating or degrading than standing there naked in front of several hundred horny peers, many of which go to my school back home. I'd have to drop out, I'd never be able to face anyone every again. I'd be the laughing stock of the town.
Victoria in her smugness tries to tie my hands up before I'm even in position, but I stop her and explain that I need my hands free to climb over the rope. Standing at the starting line I stare at this horrible fate in front of me. This rope is even with my waist in height. My waist, as you might imagine, is higher than my between-the-legs is. If I'm straddling that rope, it is going to be forced up into me something fierce, and it's going to be that way for the entire mile. Just the logistics of me lifting my leg and climbing onto this rope without flashing the crowd is going to be difficult as hell.
I ask my friend Bee to hold down the rope to make getting on significantly easier. With the rope down a foot or so I'm able to throw my leg over it, standing there with it between my legs. As Bee gently lets it go, the rope pushes up right into my poor bare labia. It only now occurs to me that the rope pushes up the bottom of the towel too, making me more exposed! Thankfully the towel bunches up in front of me, making a good blocker. I'm pretty sure that my pussy is still hidden, but not by much at this point. From the perfect angle underneath me it might be possible to see something private.
Once I feel Victoria tie my hands behind my back with the tightest knot from the loosest thot, there is no turning back now. This crowd of cheering, horny, rowdy teenagers will not let me out of this mess until I have made eight full laps around this track.
***Lap 1***
The cheers and laughter began. It's so loud it's deafening! So many of the guys are chanting things like "Lose the towel! Lose the towel!" and other lewd comments as I'm trying to move. The camera phones are everywhere, snapping pics from every angle 360 degrees. This is so humiliating and degrading and it's only just begun. I can't even talk to anyone, I just try to tune them out and accomplish the task ahead of me. Even my friends in the crowd can only watch on, unable to help or offer much for support.
I take my first steps forward, feeling the rope sliding across my outer lips. My biggest worry about doing this was rope burn, but thankfully it doesn't feel as rough as what I thought it would. Step by step I get the hang of it pretty easily and it's not so bad. It does feel weirdly stimulating, but I'm not seriously expecting this to actually feel "good" or anything. Not for real at least. It's a rope for crying out loud! Plus I'm degrading myself in public. This isn't exactly some turn on of mine.
To add to my shame, Victoria's dick-gobbling face is right next to me, holding her phone to film us together as a little keepsake video. She keeps demanding that I smile for her camera and the "millions" of people that will watch this video when she posts it online. I offer her only scowls. If she ever got close enough I'd probably bite her. Then again, I'm not sure I want THAT creature in my mouth anytime soon...I have a rough idea of where it's been.
I pause slightly at the first post. The plastic posts hold the rope up and therefore have little bumps that I'm going to have to climb over. Because of the height of them and the shortness of ly legs, it's not like I can simply lift myself over them either. I'm going to have to drag my sensitive bare genitals right over them every time they come up, and there are a ton of posts on this rope. The cheers get louder as all of the boys and girls here get excited to see how I handle the first one of these.
I thrust my hips forward before I take the step, trying to lower the chance of this catching in a bad way and hurting. I then step forward, dragging my pussy over the smooth plastic bump. I gasp slightly. It didn't hurt. Honestly...it felt a little good, as in sexual. It was oddly similar to the feeling of a tongue dragged over the lips. I honestly felt very relieved that it didn't hurt, even if it was pretty embarrassing that part of my body was enjoying this walk on a "contact = pleasure" animal brain level. One post down, many many more to go.
I increased my walking speed once I got the basic handle on this. I'm wanting to be done with this as fast as possible. Normally I can run a mile in 7 minutes, but obviously I'm not making that kinda time wobbling awkwardly every step with a rope rubbing between my legs. Still, I'm making decent time here, not even slowing down much on the posts anymore.
Eventually I notice something massively embarrassing, but weirdly helpful...all of this rubbing down there is getting me a little wet. It's feeling very sexual, like I'm masturbating myself by doing this. I am red in the face just thinking about almost 250 of my peers watching me getting horny and rubbing my pussy with a rope like this. Over half of them are BOYS for crying out loud! Some of them are extremely cute boys even. God am I glad that none of them can actually see my growing wetness. But this does bring with it a useful side, being that me being more lubricated is making walking easier.
As ridiculously degrading as this task is, it's starting to feel doable. I have nearly completed the first lap, which makes me 1/8th done with this whole disaster. Unfortunately, as I'm nearing the starting line, Victoria makes this grand announcement.
"Ladies, Gentlemen, and also the star of tonight's Loser Show," Bitchzilla loudly proclaims, "I have a wonderful announcement to make. As Kimberly has almost completed her first lap, now is the time for me to tell her and everyone else that each lap from now on is going to have a special little bit of extra fun attached to it. After all, we wouldn't want this to get too repetitive and boring am I right?"
I'm instantly mad "HEY! No funny business. We agreed to this stupid mile in a towel, that's it!"
Victoria put her face directly in front of mine, as if we were about to kiss, and smiled devilishly as she replied "Oh honey...WINNERS make rules. Losers follow them. Surely you've learned your place by now."
I tried to bite her, but she dodged and started laughing at me. I need my arms free to let this bleach-addict "blonde" feel the fury of a thousand hands. But I can't beat her up right now, because I'm tied up and stuck on this stupid rope performing this humiliating task. My inability to fight back makes me even more embarrassed than I already was.
Victoria then declares "Lap #2's special bonus is: Every one of you watching her go around can get a nice firm spank on her little butt as she passes you. We'll try to be civil and only have one spank per audience member though. I'll go first!"
Before I can protest, Victoria smacks my ass as hard as she possibly can. I watch her shake off her sore hand after the impact, that's how hard she hit me! I jumped forward and cried out in shock and pain. I can't believe this. Even for Victoria this is low. Spanking me? SPANKING ME?? There are 244 campers standing on this track right now forming a circle around my rope of shame. If all of them take their turn, I'm going to be a complete mess.
***Lap 2***
I beg my fellow campers for mercy "Please, please don't! This isn't part of the bet. Please don't start spanking me."
Several of them look convinced to show mercy, especially my friends and a lot of the girls in general. Some of the boys, however, are making a big show of their enthusiasm. Two of the guys are waving their hands in the air spanking the air just to taunt me. Gulp!
I have no choice but to continue, since it's not like I can even safely get off of this rope on my own without help as it is. I timidly advance past several boys and girls, completely on edge wondering which ones will be cruel enough to spank me. The first few spare me, which I appreciate, but one of the first "bro" type guys I pass wallops my butt quite hard. I squeal from the hit, earning lots of laughs from the giant crowd.
After that, several more of them feel bold enough to spank me as I move along down the track, although thankfully most of them don't hit me hard enough to actually hurt. Actually...some of the hotter guys are turning this very sexual for me by making horny faces or saying horny comments before spanking me right in the pleasure range. Some of them...especially James and Ryan...clearly have experience doing this to a girl. I'm blushing a little because I'm enjoying it FAR more than I would ever admit in a million years. Dozens of boys are touching my butt and spanking it one after the other. A secret part of me buried deep underneath everything kinda...likes that.
And speaking of enjoying things...to my horror and shame, I feel the rope slide past my outer labia and actually start rubbing the inside of me instead. I never wanted it to slip past my outer defenses to reach my ultra-sensitive insides, but I can't help how pleasurable the rubbing down there has been feeling. My lips parted open for the rope, completely against my orders, and now it's there. I have no way of getting it out since gravity is pulling me down on it (and it up into me). But damn is it ever mortifying to have my pussy flossed by a goddamn rope while I'm in public. My only solace comes from the fact that nobody else actually knows this but me, and I intend to keep it that way.
Just to keep me from enjoying any of this too much, Vict-whore-ia starts running her mouth again "Look at her faaaace! She's getting off to this! You are, aren't you Kimberly? What a slut!"
I snap "Eat my ass, dike. Ron already told everyone you like doing that sort of thing."
Victoria turned red for a second, then smiled her smug smile as she replied "Well, Ron earned his fun by doing far more than that when I commanded it of him. I'm not ashamed that I used to get some when I dated him. He has how many home runs now? You see...I'm attracted to champions and winners. That's a major reason why I have to decline your little offer, dear heart. Loser ass just isn't as tasty. I crave the sweet taste of victory, something your body has never once produced."
This woman's smug superiority complex over me is infuriating, and it's made worse by the fact that I am in the process of walking this Loser's Mile of Shame as a consequence to me losing to her at my very best sport. It's impossible to maintain any real dignity in a verbal brawl when in this position, so I just go quiet and concentrate on completing this task.
Every new spank on my defenseless butt makes me jump, every single time without fail. One of the boys whose name I don't even know purposely timed his spank for the exact instant that I was passing over one of the posts, causing me to scoot forward from the force of him basically pushing me forward until I slid on my pussy. I shriek from that, and silently I am astounded at how good that just felt down there. That was a very intense spark of pleasure that I wasn't at all ready for. I have to pause my walking for a second to catch my breath and recover.
All of this sexual contact is having a very powerful effect on me. I'm already starting to get uncomfortably aroused and I'm only about a quarter done with this despicable punishment. As I near the end of lap two, I give myself a deep sigh of relief that no more spanks would be heading my way. My butt was getting quite sore, and I was having way too much difficulty hiding how much that gauntlet of butt smacks was getting me horny. Whatever stupid thing that stupider thing thought up for lap 3 would probably be easier to deal with.
***Lap 3***
Not-Picky Vikki got that smug look on her face as she announced "That was fun, wasn't it? Kimmy sure seemed to enjoy herself. I mean just look at that face! She can deny it all she wants, but she is clearly getting off to this. So now for lap 3, let's see just how horny we can make her. You know, as a gift from me to her, out of the kindness of my heart. So ladies, and especially all of you gentlemen, this lap everyone gets the chance to grope her all over as long as she's in front of you! Now you have to behave and keep your hands off of her towel, only touching the parts that have bare skin. And you can't block her from moving forward. But aside from those two little rules...there are no rules!"
Shit! That stupid Satanic bitch! I'm going to kill her and there are thousands of good places out here in the wild to hide a body. She'll never be found. And even if she is? I'll do the damn prison time.
Before I'm even ready, the guy nearest to me starts rubbing my outer thigh with his hand. I jump and squeal a little, but then I feel his hand move between my legs to my INNER thigh! Oh hell no, I can't allow that. That is WAY too intimate of contact. I sprint forward to get out of his reach, only to wind up with two other guys hands on me next. One guy rubs my leg while the other is rubbing my collarbone region. This is feeling really good because I absolutely adore having my collar and upper chest touched, but it's also hugely personal and embarrassing and I can't take this from just random guys.
I struggle forward at max speed until I hit a patch of girls, hoping to get a breather. Surely girls won't be crazy about groping me, right? Surely they'd spare me. Right?
NOPE! All three of the girls in range go to touch me, with the girl still mostly in front of me leaning in dangerously close to rub my shoulders.
I don't even know this girl, but she grins naughtily and tells me "You know...you're really cute, so I can't resist those lips"
She then grabs the back of my head and pulls me into a huge, deep, sensual kiss with both of our lips touching and holding there for at least 10 seconds. The crowd goes APESHIT! I'm a little bi (not a lot, but a little bit) and this girl is a master kisser. I accidentally moan just barely, but I know that she was able to hear it. She moans back. It's super hot. When she breaks the kiss finally, a part of my brain is actually sad that she stopped. She gives me this adorable doe-eyed smile afterwards as she steps back. I'm in shock. I don't even know that girl's name, yet she just blew my entire mind with a surprise kiss. I'm going to need to find her again after this ordeal is over, at least to finally get a name to go with the butterflies.
And then I realize my future...kiss girl just demonstrated to everybody I haven't reached yet that kissing me is on the table! Oh crap, this is going to get bad. I'm hoping that people will have mercy, but I'm starting to learn that few of these campers do.
I walk forward, step after step, and the very first boy I reach moves in close to me. He's younger than me by a lot, probably a freshman, and he's kinda cute in that "probably never even held hands with a girl" innocence and awkwardness. He leans in basically trembling and I realize that I'm about to give this virgin boy his first girl kiss of his life. He wraps his arms around my shoulders softly and then gently places his lips onto mine. It's actually pretty sweet, aside from the whole "me having no choice" aspect and all. When he's done he moves back, blushing solid red but having this glossed-over look in his eyes. The young virgin was so overwhelmed that he actually forgot to grope me, although part of me wonders if he held back on purpose. He honestly seemed too sweet to grope me.
And these two kisses I've just gotten have been doing weird things to my body and mind. I was already getting very worked up, but those are sending me even higher. I'm starting to feel pretty intense pleasure in my pussy as it drags across this rope. This is getting way past the point of being too much arousal for such a public place. I'm honestly worried about leaving behind a trail of slime on the rope with my pussy like it was a slug. As much as I hate the ho-bag, Victoria is right about me getting off to this. In fact...I'm starting to worry that if I'm not careful, I might ACTUALLY get off doing this challenge before it's all over! That is just...unacceptable. Above all else, THAT must not happen.
As I walk more and more, step by step, most of the girls and guys seem more interested in touching me than kissing me. My inner legs are especially popular, with a lot of the guys reaching waaaaay too high up there for comfort! Several of the girls seem to enjoy playing with my hair and rubbing my neck, which feels oddly intimate from them. Everybody enjoys my chest though, and my back gets some love too. Funnily enough, not many people bother to touch my arms. All of this constant groping has me moving faster than I ever moved the previous two laps. I'm making good time! My pussy is throbbing in pleasure from the high-speed rubbing, however, and there is zero chance that I can withstand this pace for too long without accidentally creaming myself.
I reach my friend Bee, who is my best friend here at the camp. I stop to catch my breath and recover, thinking that I'm safe with her. Oh how foolish I was. Bee looks at me and whispers "Sorry girl, but I gotta" right before she bites my neck! I loudly moan as soon as she does it, followed by a sea of cheers and laughter from the hundreds watching me right now.
Victoria keeps filming every degrading second of this mess, seemingly all on the same long video file. I hope her worthless phone freezes and crashes before she can save it. That would be justice served.
Later on, one of the cuter guys chooses to start kissing my chest, which sends my heart racing. I freeze for several seconds, giving him ample time to keep kissing me all over my exposed skin. I try to move but I'm stuck. It's like I'm paralyzed. He sees me standing there breathing out of my mouth from the constant flow of hormones during this punishment and takes that as an invitation to kiss my lips. He doesn't just stop at the lips, though, as I feel his tongue slip past my lips and start licking the roof of my mouth. This is hot. This is VERY hot! I felt myself moan into his mouth. And I can't afford to be doing this right now while I'm in public. If I get too horny, I'll lose control and completely debase myself in front of everybody by having the world's most degrading public orgasm. I reluctantly turn away to break the kiss and force myself to sprint out of that sexy guy's range.
Several more guys grab kisses out of me, while the majority of guys and even girls make sure to touch my skin at least a little bit. My hormones are racing, even as I try to fight back. All of this sexual contact is exciting me despite my every intention of not liking this. My body is betraying me, loving every second of this sea of violation.
I see the starting line approaching, meaning that soon I'll be free of this groping rule. Thank God! Before I make it there, though, one of the guys starts rubbing the insides of both of my thighs, squeezing them tightly and inching his hands up way way too high. I feel him brush up against the rope itself, aka the rope threaded in my pussy, and I jump back in shock.
I yell at him "No reaching under the towel! That's against the rules."
He laughed "That's fine, I just had to check something. HEY EVERYONE! Kimberly is totally wet right now! I got some of it on my hand just now."
My face turns crimson as I glare at him, and then I try to hide my face from Victoria's annoying camera constantly aimed at me. I can't believe this asshole just reached so high up under me and then had the gall to yell such a personal detail about my body out loud for everyone to hear. The roar of the crowd reaches new levels of loudness.
Victoria asks me "So, is it true? Are you all wet right now? I don't know if the camp staff will be happy about you getting your cum all over their equipment like this."
I'm so mad and horny and humiliated all at the same time that can't think well enough to give a clever response, so I just pitifully bark out "Shutup!" as I sprint forward as fast as possible. I'm so done with this lap that I don't even care about how much it stimulates my pussy to run at full speeds like that. Every step feels like I'm rubbing myself with my fingers, and the tingles are running through my entire legs. I have to endure it, at least for now. I'll slow down next lap. Hands grab at me, touching me all over where there's skin as I run for my life.
Finally, finally I cross the starting line.
***Lap 4***
Victoria stopped herself from laughing at my expense long enough to say "Ok ok, I think we've had enough laps trying to get this loser off. After all, this is a punishment, not supposed to be something she's enjoying so much. So from now on we're going to play a few fun little games called 'Make Kimberly Lose the Towel!'"
I gasp "NO! Victoria, don't! That's too much. This is already so humiliating."
She coldly replies "Winners make the rules, honey. We've been over this. Besides, I'll bet you secretly want the entire camp to see your girly bits. That's why you suggested a towel dare in the first place."
I scream "NOOO! No Victoria, please! I never would've done anything to your towel if you had lost. That's going way too far. We're girls! Our bodies are...private. It's not right. There's over 100 boys here watching and everyone has cameras for fuck's sake! They're going to share these pictures all over the school, or worse. Those pictures...this could ruin my life, for real. It's not a joke, I'm serious!"
Victoria rolled her eyes at me "Well then, I guess you'd better hope that you don't lose for once. So our first challenge is the one I tipped you all off about earlier. How many of you brought a water bottle with to see the show?"
Tons of boys and girls hold up water bottles. I noticed those earlier, but thought nothing of them. What horrible plot is she planning?
Victoria announced "For Lap number 4, anyone with a water bottle is allowed to dump its contents on Kimberly or her towel. It the towel gets too heavy from absorbing water, then we all get a look at her private parts! Although I guess they won't be private anymore. We should just rename them 'public parts' once her towel falls."
I panic and start blubbering "Vic...Victoria! Please st...stop this! Pleeeeease! How could you? You're a girl! Don't you understand how humiliating it would be if my towel fell in front of everyone here? For God's sake my arms are tied behind my back, I wouldn't even be able to cover up! I'd be completely naked and exposed in front of EVERYONE! Please, Victoria, don't do this."
Victoria then walked over and dumped her water bottle over my head, soaking my hair and causing much of it to run down my body to reach my towel. She then teased me "Oops! Oh well, let the watering begin! I'm hoping that complete and absolute public humiliation will finally teach you to stop messing with me. You'd better pray your little knots hold out, top and bottom. Game on, loser."
The crowd started chanting "Lose the towel, Lose the towel" again. So many of them are holding water bottles. So few of them look to show me even the slightest mercy. This is awful. I can only pray that I get out of this without being forced to flash all 244 of my teenage peers standing in a circle watching me, phones in hand ready to snap pictures the moment this towel falls. I made sure to double-knot the towel extremely tightly on both the top and bottom connections. Maybe it can hold? It has to. It HAS to!
The first boy squeezes his bottle and makes it spray all over my front side. The towel is already getting wet and this is only beginning. The wetter the towel gets, the heavier it'll get, and the more likely it'll be that the towel falls off of my thin little body.
I shamefully walk forward, step by step, as the rope rubs my extremely-sensitive pussy all along my inner labia and clit region. I'm getting embarrassingly close to actually having an orgasm from this and I'm not even halfway done yet. My closeness is forcing me to walk slowly for this lap in order to let that area calm down a lot more, but by walking slowly it's allowing more and more guys and girls to dump their bottles on me. A surprising number of the people holding bottles actually choose to spare me, apparently taking pity on me with how humiliating this whole thing is. But while that is nice, far too many of them are instead soaking me head to toe and making sure that the towel is completely full of water.
I don't have a single dry part of my body by the time I'm halfway done with lap 4, yet these people won't stop. One of the guys lowers his bottle and squeezes it pointed upwards in order to squirt me between my legs. After seeing him do that, 4 more wind up copying that move. It feels oddly pleasurable being squirted down there right now, so after the 5th total guy does that I find myself pushed farther than I wanted to let myself go. When I drag my pussy over the next post hump, I wind up accidentally letting out a loud moan. I freeze immediately in shocked indignation, while the crowd who heard it starts laughing and pointing at me.
Victoria puts her face in my face again, literally in kissing range, to taunt "Woooooow, you really ARE getting worked up over here, aren't you baby? Are you going to make it the entire mile without cumming? Maybe? Oh honey...I don't think you will. You're not even halfway there and you're already moaning like a dog in heat. How precious. I guess your pussy isn't very picky about who...or WHAT...gets it off."
I'm so beaten at this point that I can't even comment anything back, I just silently take it. She's right, which makes me even madder. It hasn't even been that long since my last nude boy bedroom adventure, only about 5 months or so. Somehow my pussy is that desperate for attention tonight, even as my brain tries to tell it to stop getting horny because this is NOT enjoyable. My pussy isn't listening to a word I tell it, and that's just humiliating me more than I already am from doing all of this. I'm having to control my breathing to avoid moaning or making other noises, because this goddamn rope and the tongue-like posts are pleasuring me better than a couple of my past boyfriends did. I seriously can't take much more of this.
Still...my one saving grace is that my towel, soaked as it is, is still holding onto my body. When I tied those square knots, I tied them as tight as I physically could just in case. I'm definitely glad that I did that now. Water weight alone is not going to be nearly enough to strip me. If Victoria plays fair the next several laps...which is a depressingly big "if"...then I just might get out of here with the towel still covering me.
As I reach the halfway point of my mile of shame, Victoria's smug grin never leaves her face. She isn't beaten yet, and we both know one horrible, terrible reality: I've never beaten her at anything before. What are the odds that I finally start now?
Part 1:
I can't believe I lost that bet! It's impossible! I'm Kimberly freaking Claudia! There's just no way in hell that a scum-sucking bottom-feeding unflushable turd like Victoria managed to ACTUALLY swim to the raft in the middle of the lake and back faster than I did. She couldn't beat me at swimming on her best day even if I was sick with 3 Covid variants and the flu at the same time. But somehow, according to Raquel's stopwatch, Victoria had beaten me by one second even.
You may have inferred from my subtle context clues that I despise that callous, stuck-up, rich bitch. She's been handed everything in life yet acts like she earned it all. She's the type of egomaniac who starts life on 3rd base and then hoots when she reaches home plate. Meanwhile the rest of us have to run the whole diamond. This runt with a capital C also got lucky in the genetics department and is a truly gifted athlete, usually the big star of whatever sport she's focused on that week. And she never misses a chance to put the rest of us down.
I especially earn her ire, mostly because I'm the one person who keeps trying to beat her. It all started at the 40 meter dash in middle school. I was the fastest girl in school before Victoria moved here, so with her massive ego running around I challenged her to a race. And I lost. Later I battled her in soccer, basketball, sit-ups, push ups, pull ups, mile run, that stupid shuttle run thing, you name it...and I always lost. Always. This bitch literally has "victory" in her name and it infuriates me. She doesn't train half as hard as I do, yet she always wins and I always lose. Years of rivalry between us, we're both now 17. And I've never beaten her at a damn thing.
But swimming...this is my BEST sport by far. I am a mermaid in the water. Victoria never had the she-balls to face me in a swim meet. She always turned me down at anything aquatic, knowing she didn't have a chance. But here we are at the same summer camp together, feuding as always, and she actually agreed to race me at swimming in the lake. I was so excited...the ego on this fool, she had finally agreed to her doom! Payback would be mine at long last after years of humiliation.
And we made a bet...a HUGE bet. Oh man I threw everything in my vengeful mind into this one, and then she added onto it herself. Our bet was absurd, very little mercy shown. By the end of our banter most of the whole camp was highly invested in the results of this race.
And I lost. HOW??? There is just no possible way that someone who barely ever swims could somehow beat my time. I feel enraged and humiliated, but then I realize that my humiliation hasn't even begun yet. With horror in my heart I realize that I'm going to have to endure the twisted punishment that we came up with. I'm going to have to run...the Loser's Mile of Shame.
This camp has an oval track for track and field events. It is 1/8 of a mile long, meaning 8 laps makes an even mile. Our wager started with me daring her to walk around the track wearing only a towel while the entire camp watched, the boys and the girls. I knew she was prudish and shy so it would be torture for her. I almost considered upping this to naked instead, but some fleeting goodness and mercy left in my heart just wouldn't let me push things THAT far (and boy am I glad for that now!) She upped the dare to an entire mile instead of one lap. I then jacked up the risk by insisting that the loser have her hands tied behind her back, helpless to cover herself if the towel fell. She then added her own truly sadistic touch to the dare: Instead of walking on the track itself, the loser would have to straddle the waist-high rope barrier that runs along the inner perimeter.
So there it is, the Loser's Mile of Shame: I now have to walk an entire 8 lap mile while straddling a rope between my legs, while wearing only a towel, with my hands tied behind my back, and while the entire 244 member camp of boys and girls watches me do it. We're doing the dare after the councilors are asleep after dark to avoid any of them interfering. The audience standing around the track itself will hold their phone flashlights on me in order to make sure that everybody can see me perfectly well. They're all also likely going to take pictures of this. This is going to be an unbearable nightmare!
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2:00 am.
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We all wake up to the alarms we set on our phones. I change into my towel, which is a plain pink basic towel like what all of the girls have assigned to them here. I square knot the hell out of the top of the towel resting on my firm 32C boobies, knowing fully well that this knot is the difference between any of my dignity remaining after this or not. Just for safety sake I also square not the bottom, making sure that it can't open up that way in the event of strong wind or some other disaster. I examine myself in the mirror, looking like I'm wearing a pink high-rise version of Marge Simpson's dress. I'm checking my tanned skin for any blemishes or issues in case they need covered up by makeup. In my vanity I even make sure that my sandy brown wavy hair looks perfect. There's about to be thousands of pictures taken of me, so the last thing I want is to look bad in them. Well...I guess the LAST thing I want is to look NAKED in them, but you get the idea.
I walk out wearing only the towel and my sandals as a few of my friends escort me to the gallows. 244 other teenagers stood around the track, looking like they were ready to watch a concert. But no, they're all here to watch today's biggest loser humiliate herself for their amusement. Most of the boys are also hoping to see some skin, and maybe even see my towel fall. If my towel falls then that's it, game over. I'd lose it and break down probably. I can't imagine anything more humiliating or degrading than standing there naked in front of several hundred horny peers, many of which go to my school back home. I'd have to drop out, I'd never be able to face anyone every again. I'd be the laughing stock of the town.
Victoria in her smugness tries to tie my hands up before I'm even in position, but I stop her and explain that I need my hands free to climb over the rope. Standing at the starting line I stare at this horrible fate in front of me. This rope is even with my waist in height. My waist, as you might imagine, is higher than my between-the-legs is. If I'm straddling that rope, it is going to be forced up into me something fierce, and it's going to be that way for the entire mile. Just the logistics of me lifting my leg and climbing onto this rope without flashing the crowd is going to be difficult as hell.
I ask my friend Bee to hold down the rope to make getting on significantly easier. With the rope down a foot or so I'm able to throw my leg over it, standing there with it between my legs. As Bee gently lets it go, the rope pushes up right into my poor bare labia. It only now occurs to me that the rope pushes up the bottom of the towel too, making me more exposed! Thankfully the towel bunches up in front of me, making a good blocker. I'm pretty sure that my pussy is still hidden, but not by much at this point. From the perfect angle underneath me it might be possible to see something private.
Once I feel Victoria tie my hands behind my back with the tightest knot from the loosest thot, there is no turning back now. This crowd of cheering, horny, rowdy teenagers will not let me out of this mess until I have made eight full laps around this track.
***Lap 1***
The cheers and laughter began. It's so loud it's deafening! So many of the guys are chanting things like "Lose the towel! Lose the towel!" and other lewd comments as I'm trying to move. The camera phones are everywhere, snapping pics from every angle 360 degrees. This is so humiliating and degrading and it's only just begun. I can't even talk to anyone, I just try to tune them out and accomplish the task ahead of me. Even my friends in the crowd can only watch on, unable to help or offer much for support.
I take my first steps forward, feeling the rope sliding across my outer lips. My biggest worry about doing this was rope burn, but thankfully it doesn't feel as rough as what I thought it would. Step by step I get the hang of it pretty easily and it's not so bad. It does feel weirdly stimulating, but I'm not seriously expecting this to actually feel "good" or anything. Not for real at least. It's a rope for crying out loud! Plus I'm degrading myself in public. This isn't exactly some turn on of mine.
To add to my shame, Victoria's dick-gobbling face is right next to me, holding her phone to film us together as a little keepsake video. She keeps demanding that I smile for her camera and the "millions" of people that will watch this video when she posts it online. I offer her only scowls. If she ever got close enough I'd probably bite her. Then again, I'm not sure I want THAT creature in my mouth anytime soon...I have a rough idea of where it's been.
I pause slightly at the first post. The plastic posts hold the rope up and therefore have little bumps that I'm going to have to climb over. Because of the height of them and the shortness of ly legs, it's not like I can simply lift myself over them either. I'm going to have to drag my sensitive bare genitals right over them every time they come up, and there are a ton of posts on this rope. The cheers get louder as all of the boys and girls here get excited to see how I handle the first one of these.
I thrust my hips forward before I take the step, trying to lower the chance of this catching in a bad way and hurting. I then step forward, dragging my pussy over the smooth plastic bump. I gasp slightly. It didn't hurt. Honestly...it felt a little good, as in sexual. It was oddly similar to the feeling of a tongue dragged over the lips. I honestly felt very relieved that it didn't hurt, even if it was pretty embarrassing that part of my body was enjoying this walk on a "contact = pleasure" animal brain level. One post down, many many more to go.
I increased my walking speed once I got the basic handle on this. I'm wanting to be done with this as fast as possible. Normally I can run a mile in 7 minutes, but obviously I'm not making that kinda time wobbling awkwardly every step with a rope rubbing between my legs. Still, I'm making decent time here, not even slowing down much on the posts anymore.
Eventually I notice something massively embarrassing, but weirdly helpful...all of this rubbing down there is getting me a little wet. It's feeling very sexual, like I'm masturbating myself by doing this. I am red in the face just thinking about almost 250 of my peers watching me getting horny and rubbing my pussy with a rope like this. Over half of them are BOYS for crying out loud! Some of them are extremely cute boys even. God am I glad that none of them can actually see my growing wetness. But this does bring with it a useful side, being that me being more lubricated is making walking easier.
As ridiculously degrading as this task is, it's starting to feel doable. I have nearly completed the first lap, which makes me 1/8th done with this whole disaster. Unfortunately, as I'm nearing the starting line, Victoria makes this grand announcement.
"Ladies, Gentlemen, and also the star of tonight's Loser Show," Bitchzilla loudly proclaims, "I have a wonderful announcement to make. As Kimberly has almost completed her first lap, now is the time for me to tell her and everyone else that each lap from now on is going to have a special little bit of extra fun attached to it. After all, we wouldn't want this to get too repetitive and boring am I right?"
I'm instantly mad "HEY! No funny business. We agreed to this stupid mile in a towel, that's it!"
Victoria put her face directly in front of mine, as if we were about to kiss, and smiled devilishly as she replied "Oh honey...WINNERS make rules. Losers follow them. Surely you've learned your place by now."
I tried to bite her, but she dodged and started laughing at me. I need my arms free to let this bleach-addict "blonde" feel the fury of a thousand hands. But I can't beat her up right now, because I'm tied up and stuck on this stupid rope performing this humiliating task. My inability to fight back makes me even more embarrassed than I already was.
Victoria then declares "Lap #2's special bonus is: Every one of you watching her go around can get a nice firm spank on her little butt as she passes you. We'll try to be civil and only have one spank per audience member though. I'll go first!"
Before I can protest, Victoria smacks my ass as hard as she possibly can. I watch her shake off her sore hand after the impact, that's how hard she hit me! I jumped forward and cried out in shock and pain. I can't believe this. Even for Victoria this is low. Spanking me? SPANKING ME?? There are 244 campers standing on this track right now forming a circle around my rope of shame. If all of them take their turn, I'm going to be a complete mess.
***Lap 2***
I beg my fellow campers for mercy "Please, please don't! This isn't part of the bet. Please don't start spanking me."
Several of them look convinced to show mercy, especially my friends and a lot of the girls in general. Some of the boys, however, are making a big show of their enthusiasm. Two of the guys are waving their hands in the air spanking the air just to taunt me. Gulp!
I have no choice but to continue, since it's not like I can even safely get off of this rope on my own without help as it is. I timidly advance past several boys and girls, completely on edge wondering which ones will be cruel enough to spank me. The first few spare me, which I appreciate, but one of the first "bro" type guys I pass wallops my butt quite hard. I squeal from the hit, earning lots of laughs from the giant crowd.
After that, several more of them feel bold enough to spank me as I move along down the track, although thankfully most of them don't hit me hard enough to actually hurt. Actually...some of the hotter guys are turning this very sexual for me by making horny faces or saying horny comments before spanking me right in the pleasure range. Some of them...especially James and Ryan...clearly have experience doing this to a girl. I'm blushing a little because I'm enjoying it FAR more than I would ever admit in a million years. Dozens of boys are touching my butt and spanking it one after the other. A secret part of me buried deep underneath everything kinda...likes that.
And speaking of enjoying things...to my horror and shame, I feel the rope slide past my outer labia and actually start rubbing the inside of me instead. I never wanted it to slip past my outer defenses to reach my ultra-sensitive insides, but I can't help how pleasurable the rubbing down there has been feeling. My lips parted open for the rope, completely against my orders, and now it's there. I have no way of getting it out since gravity is pulling me down on it (and it up into me). But damn is it ever mortifying to have my pussy flossed by a goddamn rope while I'm in public. My only solace comes from the fact that nobody else actually knows this but me, and I intend to keep it that way.
Just to keep me from enjoying any of this too much, Vict-whore-ia starts running her mouth again "Look at her faaaace! She's getting off to this! You are, aren't you Kimberly? What a slut!"
I snap "Eat my ass, dike. Ron already told everyone you like doing that sort of thing."
Victoria turned red for a second, then smiled her smug smile as she replied "Well, Ron earned his fun by doing far more than that when I commanded it of him. I'm not ashamed that I used to get some when I dated him. He has how many home runs now? You see...I'm attracted to champions and winners. That's a major reason why I have to decline your little offer, dear heart. Loser ass just isn't as tasty. I crave the sweet taste of victory, something your body has never once produced."
This woman's smug superiority complex over me is infuriating, and it's made worse by the fact that I am in the process of walking this Loser's Mile of Shame as a consequence to me losing to her at my very best sport. It's impossible to maintain any real dignity in a verbal brawl when in this position, so I just go quiet and concentrate on completing this task.
Every new spank on my defenseless butt makes me jump, every single time without fail. One of the boys whose name I don't even know purposely timed his spank for the exact instant that I was passing over one of the posts, causing me to scoot forward from the force of him basically pushing me forward until I slid on my pussy. I shriek from that, and silently I am astounded at how good that just felt down there. That was a very intense spark of pleasure that I wasn't at all ready for. I have to pause my walking for a second to catch my breath and recover.
All of this sexual contact is having a very powerful effect on me. I'm already starting to get uncomfortably aroused and I'm only about a quarter done with this despicable punishment. As I near the end of lap two, I give myself a deep sigh of relief that no more spanks would be heading my way. My butt was getting quite sore, and I was having way too much difficulty hiding how much that gauntlet of butt smacks was getting me horny. Whatever stupid thing that stupider thing thought up for lap 3 would probably be easier to deal with.
***Lap 3***
Not-Picky Vikki got that smug look on her face as she announced "That was fun, wasn't it? Kimmy sure seemed to enjoy herself. I mean just look at that face! She can deny it all she wants, but she is clearly getting off to this. So now for lap 3, let's see just how horny we can make her. You know, as a gift from me to her, out of the kindness of my heart. So ladies, and especially all of you gentlemen, this lap everyone gets the chance to grope her all over as long as she's in front of you! Now you have to behave and keep your hands off of her towel, only touching the parts that have bare skin. And you can't block her from moving forward. But aside from those two little rules...there are no rules!"
Shit! That stupid Satanic bitch! I'm going to kill her and there are thousands of good places out here in the wild to hide a body. She'll never be found. And even if she is? I'll do the damn prison time.
Before I'm even ready, the guy nearest to me starts rubbing my outer thigh with his hand. I jump and squeal a little, but then I feel his hand move between my legs to my INNER thigh! Oh hell no, I can't allow that. That is WAY too intimate of contact. I sprint forward to get out of his reach, only to wind up with two other guys hands on me next. One guy rubs my leg while the other is rubbing my collarbone region. This is feeling really good because I absolutely adore having my collar and upper chest touched, but it's also hugely personal and embarrassing and I can't take this from just random guys.
I struggle forward at max speed until I hit a patch of girls, hoping to get a breather. Surely girls won't be crazy about groping me, right? Surely they'd spare me. Right?
NOPE! All three of the girls in range go to touch me, with the girl still mostly in front of me leaning in dangerously close to rub my shoulders.
I don't even know this girl, but she grins naughtily and tells me "You know...you're really cute, so I can't resist those lips"
She then grabs the back of my head and pulls me into a huge, deep, sensual kiss with both of our lips touching and holding there for at least 10 seconds. The crowd goes APESHIT! I'm a little bi (not a lot, but a little bit) and this girl is a master kisser. I accidentally moan just barely, but I know that she was able to hear it. She moans back. It's super hot. When she breaks the kiss finally, a part of my brain is actually sad that she stopped. She gives me this adorable doe-eyed smile afterwards as she steps back. I'm in shock. I don't even know that girl's name, yet she just blew my entire mind with a surprise kiss. I'm going to need to find her again after this ordeal is over, at least to finally get a name to go with the butterflies.
And then I realize my future...kiss girl just demonstrated to everybody I haven't reached yet that kissing me is on the table! Oh crap, this is going to get bad. I'm hoping that people will have mercy, but I'm starting to learn that few of these campers do.
I walk forward, step after step, and the very first boy I reach moves in close to me. He's younger than me by a lot, probably a freshman, and he's kinda cute in that "probably never even held hands with a girl" innocence and awkwardness. He leans in basically trembling and I realize that I'm about to give this virgin boy his first girl kiss of his life. He wraps his arms around my shoulders softly and then gently places his lips onto mine. It's actually pretty sweet, aside from the whole "me having no choice" aspect and all. When he's done he moves back, blushing solid red but having this glossed-over look in his eyes. The young virgin was so overwhelmed that he actually forgot to grope me, although part of me wonders if he held back on purpose. He honestly seemed too sweet to grope me.
And these two kisses I've just gotten have been doing weird things to my body and mind. I was already getting very worked up, but those are sending me even higher. I'm starting to feel pretty intense pleasure in my pussy as it drags across this rope. This is getting way past the point of being too much arousal for such a public place. I'm honestly worried about leaving behind a trail of slime on the rope with my pussy like it was a slug. As much as I hate the ho-bag, Victoria is right about me getting off to this. In fact...I'm starting to worry that if I'm not careful, I might ACTUALLY get off doing this challenge before it's all over! That is just...unacceptable. Above all else, THAT must not happen.
As I walk more and more, step by step, most of the girls and guys seem more interested in touching me than kissing me. My inner legs are especially popular, with a lot of the guys reaching waaaaay too high up there for comfort! Several of the girls seem to enjoy playing with my hair and rubbing my neck, which feels oddly intimate from them. Everybody enjoys my chest though, and my back gets some love too. Funnily enough, not many people bother to touch my arms. All of this constant groping has me moving faster than I ever moved the previous two laps. I'm making good time! My pussy is throbbing in pleasure from the high-speed rubbing, however, and there is zero chance that I can withstand this pace for too long without accidentally creaming myself.
I reach my friend Bee, who is my best friend here at the camp. I stop to catch my breath and recover, thinking that I'm safe with her. Oh how foolish I was. Bee looks at me and whispers "Sorry girl, but I gotta" right before she bites my neck! I loudly moan as soon as she does it, followed by a sea of cheers and laughter from the hundreds watching me right now.
Victoria keeps filming every degrading second of this mess, seemingly all on the same long video file. I hope her worthless phone freezes and crashes before she can save it. That would be justice served.
Later on, one of the cuter guys chooses to start kissing my chest, which sends my heart racing. I freeze for several seconds, giving him ample time to keep kissing me all over my exposed skin. I try to move but I'm stuck. It's like I'm paralyzed. He sees me standing there breathing out of my mouth from the constant flow of hormones during this punishment and takes that as an invitation to kiss my lips. He doesn't just stop at the lips, though, as I feel his tongue slip past my lips and start licking the roof of my mouth. This is hot. This is VERY hot! I felt myself moan into his mouth. And I can't afford to be doing this right now while I'm in public. If I get too horny, I'll lose control and completely debase myself in front of everybody by having the world's most degrading public orgasm. I reluctantly turn away to break the kiss and force myself to sprint out of that sexy guy's range.
Several more guys grab kisses out of me, while the majority of guys and even girls make sure to touch my skin at least a little bit. My hormones are racing, even as I try to fight back. All of this sexual contact is exciting me despite my every intention of not liking this. My body is betraying me, loving every second of this sea of violation.
I see the starting line approaching, meaning that soon I'll be free of this groping rule. Thank God! Before I make it there, though, one of the guys starts rubbing the insides of both of my thighs, squeezing them tightly and inching his hands up way way too high. I feel him brush up against the rope itself, aka the rope threaded in my pussy, and I jump back in shock.
I yell at him "No reaching under the towel! That's against the rules."
He laughed "That's fine, I just had to check something. HEY EVERYONE! Kimberly is totally wet right now! I got some of it on my hand just now."
My face turns crimson as I glare at him, and then I try to hide my face from Victoria's annoying camera constantly aimed at me. I can't believe this asshole just reached so high up under me and then had the gall to yell such a personal detail about my body out loud for everyone to hear. The roar of the crowd reaches new levels of loudness.
Victoria asks me "So, is it true? Are you all wet right now? I don't know if the camp staff will be happy about you getting your cum all over their equipment like this."
I'm so mad and horny and humiliated all at the same time that can't think well enough to give a clever response, so I just pitifully bark out "Shutup!" as I sprint forward as fast as possible. I'm so done with this lap that I don't even care about how much it stimulates my pussy to run at full speeds like that. Every step feels like I'm rubbing myself with my fingers, and the tingles are running through my entire legs. I have to endure it, at least for now. I'll slow down next lap. Hands grab at me, touching me all over where there's skin as I run for my life.
Finally, finally I cross the starting line.
***Lap 4***
Victoria stopped herself from laughing at my expense long enough to say "Ok ok, I think we've had enough laps trying to get this loser off. After all, this is a punishment, not supposed to be something she's enjoying so much. So from now on we're going to play a few fun little games called 'Make Kimberly Lose the Towel!'"
I gasp "NO! Victoria, don't! That's too much. This is already so humiliating."
She coldly replies "Winners make the rules, honey. We've been over this. Besides, I'll bet you secretly want the entire camp to see your girly bits. That's why you suggested a towel dare in the first place."
I scream "NOOO! No Victoria, please! I never would've done anything to your towel if you had lost. That's going way too far. We're girls! Our bodies are...private. It's not right. There's over 100 boys here watching and everyone has cameras for fuck's sake! They're going to share these pictures all over the school, or worse. Those pictures...this could ruin my life, for real. It's not a joke, I'm serious!"
Victoria rolled her eyes at me "Well then, I guess you'd better hope that you don't lose for once. So our first challenge is the one I tipped you all off about earlier. How many of you brought a water bottle with to see the show?"
Tons of boys and girls hold up water bottles. I noticed those earlier, but thought nothing of them. What horrible plot is she planning?
Victoria announced "For Lap number 4, anyone with a water bottle is allowed to dump its contents on Kimberly or her towel. It the towel gets too heavy from absorbing water, then we all get a look at her private parts! Although I guess they won't be private anymore. We should just rename them 'public parts' once her towel falls."
I panic and start blubbering "Vic...Victoria! Please st...stop this! Pleeeeease! How could you? You're a girl! Don't you understand how humiliating it would be if my towel fell in front of everyone here? For God's sake my arms are tied behind my back, I wouldn't even be able to cover up! I'd be completely naked and exposed in front of EVERYONE! Please, Victoria, don't do this."
Victoria then walked over and dumped her water bottle over my head, soaking my hair and causing much of it to run down my body to reach my towel. She then teased me "Oops! Oh well, let the watering begin! I'm hoping that complete and absolute public humiliation will finally teach you to stop messing with me. You'd better pray your little knots hold out, top and bottom. Game on, loser."
The crowd started chanting "Lose the towel, Lose the towel" again. So many of them are holding water bottles. So few of them look to show me even the slightest mercy. This is awful. I can only pray that I get out of this without being forced to flash all 244 of my teenage peers standing in a circle watching me, phones in hand ready to snap pictures the moment this towel falls. I made sure to double-knot the towel extremely tightly on both the top and bottom connections. Maybe it can hold? It has to. It HAS to!
The first boy squeezes his bottle and makes it spray all over my front side. The towel is already getting wet and this is only beginning. The wetter the towel gets, the heavier it'll get, and the more likely it'll be that the towel falls off of my thin little body.
I shamefully walk forward, step by step, as the rope rubs my extremely-sensitive pussy all along my inner labia and clit region. I'm getting embarrassingly close to actually having an orgasm from this and I'm not even halfway done yet. My closeness is forcing me to walk slowly for this lap in order to let that area calm down a lot more, but by walking slowly it's allowing more and more guys and girls to dump their bottles on me. A surprising number of the people holding bottles actually choose to spare me, apparently taking pity on me with how humiliating this whole thing is. But while that is nice, far too many of them are instead soaking me head to toe and making sure that the towel is completely full of water.
I don't have a single dry part of my body by the time I'm halfway done with lap 4, yet these people won't stop. One of the guys lowers his bottle and squeezes it pointed upwards in order to squirt me between my legs. After seeing him do that, 4 more wind up copying that move. It feels oddly pleasurable being squirted down there right now, so after the 5th total guy does that I find myself pushed farther than I wanted to let myself go. When I drag my pussy over the next post hump, I wind up accidentally letting out a loud moan. I freeze immediately in shocked indignation, while the crowd who heard it starts laughing and pointing at me.
Victoria puts her face in my face again, literally in kissing range, to taunt "Woooooow, you really ARE getting worked up over here, aren't you baby? Are you going to make it the entire mile without cumming? Maybe? Oh honey...I don't think you will. You're not even halfway there and you're already moaning like a dog in heat. How precious. I guess your pussy isn't very picky about who...or WHAT...gets it off."
I'm so beaten at this point that I can't even comment anything back, I just silently take it. She's right, which makes me even madder. It hasn't even been that long since my last nude boy bedroom adventure, only about 5 months or so. Somehow my pussy is that desperate for attention tonight, even as my brain tries to tell it to stop getting horny because this is NOT enjoyable. My pussy isn't listening to a word I tell it, and that's just humiliating me more than I already am from doing all of this. I'm having to control my breathing to avoid moaning or making other noises, because this goddamn rope and the tongue-like posts are pleasuring me better than a couple of my past boyfriends did. I seriously can't take much more of this.
Still...my one saving grace is that my towel, soaked as it is, is still holding onto my body. When I tied those square knots, I tied them as tight as I physically could just in case. I'm definitely glad that I did that now. Water weight alone is not going to be nearly enough to strip me. If Victoria plays fair the next several laps...which is a depressingly big "if"...then I just might get out of here with the towel still covering me.
As I reach the halfway point of my mile of shame, Victoria's smug grin never leaves her face. She isn't beaten yet, and we both know one horrible, terrible reality: I've never beaten her at anything before. What are the odds that I finally start now?