Jeannie's Laptop Disaster-One Year Later

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Jeannie’s Laptop Disaster – One Year Later
By Little Robbie

NOTE: This is a sequel to Jeannie’s Laptop Disaster, which can be found here: viewtopic.php?t=3129&sid=de33cb572a2931 ... 9536f3e193. Jeannie is now 19 and in her second year at Southern Nevada State University. She and two housemates rent a small house just off campus. Jeannie is a cute 5’9” blonde with nice curves: C-cup breasts, shapely legs, and a sexy, slightly bubbly, butt. Last year, Jeannie‘s laptop was partially hijacked by a man who demanded that Jeannie perform a series of extremely humiliating dares before he would release her laptop and allow her to complete a research paper.

Part 1 - MORNING

I’m gently clutching my glass of iced coffee and just enjoying the morning sun through the large front window. Both of my housemates have left town several days ahead of Christmas break, so I have the house all to myself for a few days before heading home once my classes are done. It’s mid-morning, and I am lounging in a T-shirt and sweat shorts, procrastinating about writing an essay that is due in two days, when I have a phone call. Not a number I recognize, but my guard is down due to the beautiful morning. “Hello?”

“Good morning, dear Jeannie.”

OMG. This is a voice I never wanted to EVER hear again.

Pig-face!

It has been well over a year since I was remotely tortured by this sadistic individual, who extorted me for several hours using my commandeered laptop as hostage.

I gulp, and my throat dries up. “Wh…what…?”

“What do I want? I just wanted to see you again. All of you again, dear Jeannie.”

“You can’t…I won’t…”

“You’re hurting my feelings. Maybe if I give you a glimpse of some of my video recordings from our last encounter. Help me out, here, Jeannie, by switching to face-time mode on your phone and putting in your air pods.”

With a heavy sense of dread, I switch to face-time with the air pods, only to gasp loudly at seeing his repulsive face once again, wearing his rubber pig nose and large sunglasses. Hideous. He briefly grins at me and is then replaced by a video.

My heart sinks. It’s video of me from last year. There I am baring my boobs and forced to identify myself, plus performing a full striptease in front of the big front window. And there I am, naked and actually masturbating and spanking myself in the middle of my backyard, then allowing myself to be edged to distraction and screaming and begging to be allowed to cum. Just like a…a… whore. And finally, having to enlist a classmate, Eddie Bishop, to rescue me by fingering my pussy to search for a handcuffs key. Ugghhh.

Every second of this video is completely and devastatingly humiliating. As a jerk reaction, I shut down the call and start crying. This is not fair. I didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t deserve this.

My phone rings again, on face-time. I can’t answer it. I have to answer it.

“Jeannie, that was very rude. If you do that again, I will be forced to release one of these videos to your family. Is that what you want?”

OMG. “NO! No, please don’t share any of those videos to anyone.”

“Ah, I thought you’d feel that way. Let’s you and I agree that for the next 24 hours, you will DO AS YOU ARE TOLD, NO EXCEPTIONS, UNDERSTAND?!! That way, there will be no embarrassing videos distributed to your family, friends, or classmates. Got it?”

I have no choice. “Y…yes, I…I agree.”

“Let me hear you loud and clear. Say that you agree to obey me and do everything I ask of you, without hesitation, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating.”

“I agree to obey you and do everything you tell me to do, without hesitation, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating.”

“Jeannie, I couldn’t quite hear you. Could you repeat it in a louder voice, please?”

“I AGREE TO OBEY YOU AND DO EVERYTHING YOU TELL ME TO DO, WITHOUT HESITATION, NO MATTER HOW EMBARRASSING OR HUMILIATING.” My neighbors can probably hear this.

“That’s it, I think we are on the same wavelength now. But you did insult me earlier by hanging up on me, and I think that’s deserving of a penalty. Don’t you agree?”

“Um…yes, I agree. What do you want me to do?” I’m just miserable.

“Slap your face.”

“Um…my…my own face, you mean?”

“Yes, your own face. Five times on each cheek.”

I exhale and remove my glasses. I raise my right hand and slap it against my right cheek.

“No, no, I mean REALLY slap yourself. Hard. That one doesn’t count.”

I repeat the slap, harder. It stings.

“That’s better, but the rest of the slaps must be harder than that one.”

I exhale again, then repeat the slap four more times. They all sting viciously, and I’m sure my right cheek is bright red by now. Then I slap my left cheek five times, equally hard. Tears are rolling down both cheeks.

“You see what happens, Jeannie, when you disobey me or are rude to me? You are penalized, and the penalties will all be harder than those face slaps. Got it?”

I put my glasses back on. “Yes, got it.”

“Okay, let’s proceed. Put your airpods in, so you can hear me – and obey me.”

I do it. Now Pig-face is in my head as well as my eyes.

“Now strip.”

I was expecting that. I know better than to argue or negotiate. I stand and slip my hands under the waistband of my shorts, then slowly pull them down and off.

“Jeannie, you’re not going to get anywhere by moving so slowly. Either move quicker when I tell you to do something, or there will be more penalties.”

I speed things up – pulling my T-shirt up and off, then unclasping my bra and pulling it off. Finally, I wriggle my panties down to my feet and toss them to the side with everything else. Now I’m completely naked from the top of my head to my toes. My face is burning, not just from the slaps. My natural impulse is to cover my breasts and vulva with my arms and hands, even though I know it won’t be allowed.

“Uhn-uh! No covering!” Hands down. “There, that’s more like it. Now take a step back so I can see your whole body.” I comply. “Ah, look at that, your boobies have grown, haven’t they?”

I clear my throat. “Yes, they have.”

“They used to be B-cups, isn’t that right?” I nod. “And now they look like maybe C-cups, correct?” I nod again. “What size is your bra, Jeannie?”

“It is 34-C.” I shift from one leg to the other. So embarrassing.

“Now turn around.” I do. “Wow. Just can’t get enough of that ass! If I were actually there with you, I’d be licking that ass. Ummm.”

Dammit! Why am I feeling proud of my ass right now? I WILL NOT let him turn me on in any way. I will not!

“Okay, turn back around, facing the camera.” I do it. “Now, march yourself over to your bathroom and shave your cunt, you little cunt! I want your entire pussy to be bare and soft. Take your phone with you.”

I guess I could have predicted this. I now have to allow Pig-face to watch as I soap-up and shave my entire vulva, which I have not done since last year’s encounter with this sadist.

“Now let’s move on to your bedroom, where you will gather all of your sex toys and bring them back here.”

Well, shit! What’s he up to, anyway? I get to my bedroom and open the drawer in my bedside table, where I have a dildo and a vibrator.

“Is that it? Just one dildo and one vibrator?”

“Yes, of course that’s it! What were you expecting anyway?”

“Show me the drawer.” I do. “Okay, now show me the drawer on the other side of the bed.” I do. “Hmph! Well, bring those measly two toys back to the other room.” Okay, okay. I feel pretty stupid carrying my sex toys and my phone around the house bare-ass naked.

“Just put them down on the table. For now.”

Well, that’s a relief. I think.

“Now, open the front door and retrieve the cardboard box on the porch.”

Uh-huh, same as a year ago. Except this time, I’m…y’know…naked. And, of course, the box is all the way at the top step of the porch. My name is on the top, in red marker, just like last year. I look around and don’t see anyone on the sidewalk nearby, so I steal forward four steps and reach down to grab the box – just as a car passes on the street! I freeze momentarily, crouched down behind the box, which is way too small to really hide behind. Car’s gone, I can’t tell whether they saw me, but I practically sprint back through the front door and slam it shut.

“Okay, okay, I’ve got the box.”

“Open please.” I do. “And open the boxes inside labeled A and B.” I do. Like last year, I find a portable phone charger and a phone stand. I connect the charger to my phone and unfold the stand.

“Okay, Jeannie, first dare. To begin with, take that big armchair over there, and turn it so it is facing the window. Yes, that’s good. Now make sure the window is open all the way, then raise the shade and pull the curtains open, and place your phone stand in front of the window sill so it is getting a good full view of the armchair.”

Not feeling too good about this...

“Yes, that’s it, right there. Ever masturbated on one of those big, overstuffed arms?”

“No.” (But I’m sure one of my housemates has.)

“Well, then, this will be an exciting new experience for you, won’t it? So, let’s go, show me how it’s done. Facing the window, please.”

I’m shaking as I sit straddling the chair arm, completely exposed to the front yard, sidewalk, and street. With the window open, I feel the breeze on my bare breasts and vulva. Super embarrassing! Then I start tentatively sliding my crotch forward and back.

“Here are the rules for your first dare, Jeannie. You are to keep rubbing your pussy on that chair arm until you have an orgasm. I may attempt to distract you, so let’s see how well you can keep your concentration. Are you ready?”

Well, s**t! I resume dragging my bare pussy forward and back against the chair’s upholstery – and I’m not going to get distracted by Pig-face. I’m not. But I do look up to check whether there are any passersby in front of our house.

Good. None.

Rub up. Rub back. Repeat. Repeat. I’m working at it, and I’m starting to feel a little moist down there. And now Pig-face decides he wants some conversation.

“So, how often do you masturbate, Jeannie?”

Jesus. “I guess…um…about once or twice a week.”

“I’ll take that to mean three or four. And did you pull one off last night?”

“Um…yes.”

“And what were you fantasizing about?”

F**k! Is this really necessary? “I think I fantasized about being tied up and tickled.”

“Hm! Maybe we can make your dreams come true a little later.”

Yeah, right. Okay, now there’s a group of students outside, walking by. Nobody I know. Aaand…they walk by without looking. Rub up. Rub back. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. I’m wet.

“You’re going to stain the upholstery, and you’re not to clean it up till we’re done tomorrow morning.”

Just what I need, a permanent stain to remind me. Now, here come two girls down the sidewalk. One of them is pointing at me!

“Look, Julie! Is that a naked girl in there? And is she humping her furniture?!”

“OMG, yes.” She shouts, “Hey, what’s going on in there, blondie? Rubbing one out?”

“What a slut! People can see you, y’know!”

That should NOT be turning me on. But I think it does.

Rub up. Rub back. Repeat. My pussy is starting to really leak. The insides of my thighs are getting chafed badly, but I’m in the home stretch. Yes! YES!

Pig-face shouts, “STOP! Stop right now!”

What?! No, no, no, I was almost there!

“That was way too easy and way too fast, dear Jeannie. Now, you just cool down for a minute.”

So here I sit, perched on the upholstery of the overstuffed chair. Not moving. Still not moving.

“Okay, you can start again. Give it another go.”

I re-start, rubbing up, rubbing back, rubbing back. S**t, here come three guys walking by. I’m rubbing harder now, and I start panting…a little too loudly. They look through the window to see me humiliating myself.

“I can’t believe it, Lou, look at that cute blonde getting herself off in clear sight of the front sidewalk.”

“Wow, you’re right. Hey, slut! Your sexy titties are bouncing all over the place!”

“When you’re…uh…done there, invite us up for some nice cock-sucking.”

Eventually they cool off and decide they’ve seen enough, so they move along. I’m revving again, my pussy very wet now. Almost there. Almost there.

“Alright, slow down, Jeannie. Just slow it way down.”

Dammit! He’s deliberately torturing me. And humiliating me at the same time. As I slowly slide forward and back, almost motionless, several more passersby shout degrading comments. I’m absolutely red with embarrassment, head to toes.

“May I PLEASE go faster?”

“I suppose so, Jeannie. Knock yourself out, as they say.”

I resume my…um…oscillations and can feel my sex drive kick in once again. More crude comments by people on the sidewalk. Humping a sofa is actually more embarrassing than fingering yourself. Pig-face stops me again. And then again. He’s deliberately letting me get right to the edge, then pulling me back! I’m hot and humiliated, over and over. I’m sweating gallons, and the upholstery is soaked through with my pussy juice. I’ll do anything to cum. Anything! After begging and groveling for over an hour, he finally…FINALLY… allows me an orgasm. A very loud orgasm, heard by several people on the front sidewalk, who took to hooting and hollering, which of course attracts others. I’ve now got an audience shaming me. I couldn’t be more humiliated. I get up, pull the window shade down, and collapse crying on the sofa.

Pig-face gives me very little composure time. He’s been laughing loudly throughout my humiliation, and now he orders me to stand up and open the window shade again. I get up, open the shade, then announce to him that I desperately need to urinate. He stuns me by ordering me to grab a bucket and rinse it out.

“And what, may I ask, is that for?”

“Just do it, don’t ask stupid questions.”

There’s a red plastic bucket under the kitchen sink, which I retrieve and rinse out.

“What am I doing with this anyway?”

“Grab the phone and walk me out to the back porch. Bring the bucket.”

I do it.

“Put it down on the grass in the middle of the back yard. You’ve been here before, remember?”

“Uh, yeah.” Last year, he forced me to finger myself and spank myself here in the middle of the back yard.

“That’s it, right there. Now, dear Jeannie, from here forward, any time you need to pee, you’ll do it in the little red bucket.”

“What?! Pee outdoors? Hell, no! Are you kidding?”

“Not at all, but there is an alternative. Want to hear it?”

“Yes, what is it?”

“I send your entire Contacts list copies of the video where you are spanking yourself in the middle of the back yard.”

S**t! This is not fair! I didn’t do anything to deserve this! With one foot on either side, I squat over the bucket and let go my stream, which seems to last forever. My face is burning from embarrassment.

“Wow, you really had to go, didn’t you? That was championship peeing-in-a-bucket, don’t you agree?” I don’t say anything, just stare at him. “Ready to move on to the next dare?” I continue to stare. It’ll be worse, I’m pretty sure.

I bend down to grab the handle on the bucket, but he stops me. “No, no, dear, leave the bucket. It’ll be there for you later.” He gets a big laugh out of this. Ha, ha. I march back into the house.

To be continued.

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Jeannie’s Laptop Disaster – One Year Later
By Little Robbie

Part 2 - AFTERNOON

“Okay, Princess Jeannie, open box C now.”

This box contains what I take to be an outfit for me to wear. A pink sundress with spaghetti straps, a barely-there bra and matching thong, and a pair of flip-flops.

“You may get dressed now. I hope you like it.”

I say nothing and start to get dressed. The thong is a V-string triangular patch that covers some of the “front” but almost nothing in back. The bra is minimal and lacy and too small; my 34-C breasts are spilling out of it. This underwear is way bawdier than anything I have ever worn. The sundress is a babydoll-style and only comes down to six inches below my butt. Who, I wonder, is going to be seeing me in this?

“Ready to go for a ride? I’ve got the directions right here.”

“I’m going to be driving wearing this? Where am I going?”

“Several stops. But they’re a secret. Let’s go, they’ll be expecting us.”

This adventure is definitely going to get more embarrassing, but I have no choice if I don’t want the lewd videos he has of me, spread across my family and my campus. I grab the car keys and driver’s license, and I carry my phone out to the car along with the portable charger. Outside temperature today is low-60s, but it feels colder than that in my skimpy outfit.

Pig-face reads off the directions and we arrive at a house that I unfortunately recognize. It’s the home of my ex-boyfriend, Martin, whom I broke up with two months ago because he was getting too handsy and tried to get me in bed at the end of every date. Way too fast for me. We had a big argument one night that culminated in me throwing him out of my house. He stumbled out to my porch and screamed that I was a “tight-ass bitch.” I was relieved that that was the end of it.

Now, here I stand at his front door. I have my phone in one hand, with Pig-face listening and viewing.

Pig-face says, “Jeannie, this visit is all previously arranged. Anything our host directs you to do, you must obey, understand?”

I’m afraid I do. I ring the doorbell, and suddenly I feel practically naked.

Martin opens the door; he is smiling and gazing at me intently.

“Jeannie! It’s so good to see you. And I’m definitely loving your wardrobe – thanks for thinking of me.”

I don’t know why I’m here. “Hello, Martin.”

“Come in, come in.” He leads me into the living room, where I am surprised to find another woman. “Jeannie, this is Amanda. She’s my new lovey, and when I told her about you and your visit, she jumped at the chance to join us.”

She’s sprawled across a sofa, a short, buxom brunette with long, wavy hair and a skin-tight bustier. Best I can do is, “Hello.”

“Well, let’s get right to it, then,” says Martin, moving to the sofa alongside Amanda. “We are inviting you to play a little game, with you as the featured guest player. Will you agree to join us?”

As if I had a choice. I nod.

“Let’s rewind to a few months ago, shall we? With me repeatedly asking you for a touch down below, y’know, and to go to bed with me, y’know. And you, putting the stop signs up every time. This sound familiar, Jeannie?”

I nod again. I don’t like where this is going.

“So, here’s the game. You come over to the couch and kneel in front of me. You give me the sexiest hand-job you’ve ever given – maybe the first hand-job, I dunno. If you can get me off within the allotted time frame, you’re a winner! Sound good, Jeannie?”

I nod again. Somehow, I don’t think I will actually be a winner. “So, what’s the other consequence?”

“Should I be so lucky as to be the winner, then you will be required to start over – using your luscious little mouth instead of your hand.”

My heart dropped. I’ve never done oral before, and I definitely do not want to start with Martin. I’ve absolutely got to win.

“So…uh…what is the time frame?”

“Well, let’s see, Amanda is going to spin for it on this website that generates random numbers. You ready?”

I stare straight ahead.

“Round and round she goes…and…that’s it!” Amanda announces, “90 seconds!”

What?! 90 SECONDS?! There’s no way! But…I can’t refuse, and I have got to win.

“You ready, Jeannie? Get your cute little butt over here.”

I do, with as little enthusiasm as I think I can get away with. I kneel on the carpet in front of Martin, and I suddenly feel my sundress riding up, exposing most of my bare butt to the room. But Martin chooses to interrupt my humiliation by standing up.

“I want you to lower my pants, dear Jeannie. And my boxers. I want it to be as easy as possible for you to access my…heh heh… machinery.”

This is actually the way he talks. I want to laugh out loud but somehow manage to control myself. I see Martin’s crotch in front of my nose, so I reluctantly reach forward to undo his belt buckle, then unbutton the waist of his jeans, then pull the zipper down. I pull his jeans and briefs down past his hips and all the way down to his feet. I look up to see him smiling dreamily toward Amanda. He must feel like he’s finally getting his due from his stubborn and unreasonable ex-girlfriend. He sits back onto the sofa, smiles condescendingly at me, and gestures toward his cock. I don’t know how to compare it to others because I haven’t seen that many, but it looks to be about average in size, nothing to brag about, but nothing to be ashamed of. Right now, it’s at about half-staff, so I’ve got my work cut out for me.

I position my elbows on his knees and resign myself to the demeaning task ahead of me, when I hear, “Psst. Hey, sexy, don’t you want to use lube?” It’s Amanda, who was just waiting to critique my technique. She holds up a bottle of baby oil. I nod ashamedly and reach over to get it. She squirts some on my hands, shaking her head, unimpressed.

With lube-coated hands, I turn back to Martin. Amanda announces, “I’m starting the clock.” Geez, how far can I possibly get in 90 seconds? He doesn’t get full wood for, like, 20 seconds. I persevere. I continue to stroke – one hand, two hands, tickling the scrotum.

Amanda feels the need to comment on my technique. “Say, sexy, you…like…ever done this before?”

I try to ignore her, and I keep my strokes going, and I vary my speed for effect. He’s getting worked up, I can tell. I suspect that I’m running out of time, but he’s groaning now, and I can feel the cum start to rise…

“Time’s up! Stop!” Ohhh, I was so close! So close!

Amanda laughs at me. “Not quite sexy enough, you loser! I see now why he broke up with you.”

WHAT?! Broke up with me?! I don’t think so…

“Ready to start sucking, bitch?”

“Yes” was all I could muster at this point.

Martin speaks up. “Yes, BUT…let’s get you some more incentive. I think you need to lose some clothes, don’t you agree, Amanda?”

“I do, Marty! I was just thinking the same thing, as a matter of fact. Let’s start with the dress. Take it off, slut.”

I sigh, not having much choice. I stand up, pull the dress over my head, and drop it on the carpet, exposing most of my breasts and my nude butt cheeks.

Martin smiles. “You know, that’s more of you than I have ever seen before. Raise your hands over your head.” I do it. He stares for, like, 15 seconds. “Now turn around.” I do that also. He keeps staring…and drooling. “THAT is one luscious ass. Now get that ass over here and suck my very-deserving dick!”

I once again assume my kneeling position. “What’s the time frame for this?”

Amanda once again grabs her tablet device and ‘spins.’ She announces, “60 SECONDS.”

S**t! Even less time than with the hand job. Plus…I’ve never done a BJ before. No time to waste, I lean forward and kiss the tip of his penis. Then I lick up and down several times. Then…how do I do this?…I suck his penis with my lips. I feel him harden immediately. I keep at it, using my tongue on his underside, and going as deep as I can. He’s groaning again, louder. Now I feel his hot jism exploding into my throat, and I try to spit it out, but most of it goes down. Yuckkk!

I didn’t get stopped by Amanda, so I must have got him off in under 60 seconds. I don’t know why I’m feeling proud of myself.

“Okay, slut, you’ve shown us what you’re good at, and what you’re not good at, now get lost,” chuckles Amanda.

Martin joins her, laughing at me. “Y’know, a blowjob was all I ever wanted from you, Jeannie, so grab your phone and get out.”

I start to bend down to grab my sundress, but Amanda is standing on it. “We’re keeping this, whore, so GET LOST ALREADY!”

Dammit! I suppose I should be glad to get out of there with my underwear still intact, but I’m really not looking forward to spending the rest of the day without the dress. How much more humiliated could I feel? Not just to be forced to deliver a hand-job and a blowjob to my slimy ex, but to do it with his skanky new squeeze RIGHT THERE IN THE ROOM. What could be next?

Pig-face speaks up once I’m out the door and practically running to the car. “Well, I don’t know about you, Jeannie dear, but I’m really enjoying this.”

“Yeah? WHY? Why are you doing this? And why me? What’s…what’s…in it for you anyway?”

“Jeannie, this is way more entertaining than watching TV or playing video games. Annnnd! I get to see your boobies.”

I manage, “Uh-huh,” and start the car. “What’s my next Mission Impossible?”

“Just a few streets over, won’t take long at all to get there.” He proceeds to direct me to an apartment building that’s just outside of campus. Driving while I’m practically naked is a new, and frightening, experience. Luckily, I haven’t caught the eye of anyone along the way. Once we parked, I scurried to the entrance and found the ground-floor apartment. Pig-face says, “Same rules here, Jeannie. You are to obey whatever you are told to do, no arguments.”

So here I stand outside the door, once again feeling overwhelmingly naked, even though I still have on my bra and thong. I knock, and the door is answered by…

…Dr. Finch, my algebra professor!

Over 60 years old, fat, and an incorrigible letch. Always staring at my butt and occasionally copping a feel. He’s been reported to the administration several times but manages to escape.

“Ah, Jeannie, you look good enough to eat! Come in, come in. I love this outfit, you should wear it to my class sometimes.”

I place my phone in its stand on a table, pointed into the living room. I have to fight an overwhelming urge to use my hands to cover my breasts and my crotch, but I force myself to keep my hands to my side. Finch is practically drooling, standing in front of me in only his dress shirt and boxer shorts.

“I understand that you have been a bad girl recently, is that right?”

Okay, I’ll play along. “Yes, sir, very bad, I’m afraid.”

“Don’t you think you should be punished?”

Exhale. “Yes, Dr. Finch.”

“Well, then, let’s get started on that, Jeannie. I really think you need…to be spanked!”

“Yes, sir, I do.”

He sits in a straight chair, facing me. “Come here and lie across my lap.”

I was afraid of this. I haven’t been spanked since I was a child, and I dread it. I gingerly put myself over his knees and soon feel his hands all over me. Caressing my butt cheeks and thighs and fingering my labia. I’m ready to scream, but I tell myself just get through this, as the price I have to pay to keep those videos from being sent out.

“How many, I wonder, Jeannie? How many spanks are an appropriate punishment? Tell you what: I’ll write down a number on this piece of paper that’s between one and 50, and you will guess what it is. If your guess is correct, you will escape spank-free. If your guess is less than my number, then we will double my number, or if your guess is higher than my number, we will go with your number. Are you ready?”

Okay, so how do I work this one? Guess low or guess high? If I guess low and am too low, I could be in for as many as 100 spanks! I don’t think I could take that many, especially with Dr. Finch anxious to touch my rear end as many times as possible. I guess.

“40”

He turned over his piece of paper. It said 5. Oh, hell! He tricked me. I missed an opportunity for an easy “sentence” and must now withstand 40 spanks! I groan loudly.

“Oh, Jeannie, that’s too bad! You will now receive 40 spanks with my bare hand, and I promise to enjoy every one of them. Are you ready?”

“Okay, just give me a min…”

SMACK!

Wow! That stings. So much! Just as I’m catching my breath, the next one comes.

SMACK!

OMG! Another stinger!

SMACK!

Now he’s going left-right-left-right, and he’s really enjoying himself. I feel him drooling onto my lower back.

SMACK!

He makes me count as he continues. “Four!”

SMACK!

“Five!”

“Are you enjoying this as much as I am, Jeannie? Your fanny is so irresistible, I can’t help myself.” He’s now feeling me up after every spank.

Through gritted teeth, I say, “Yes, sir, I am so enjoying this.” God, how can I possibly withstand 40 spanks? When we get to 10, I start to cry, mostly at the overwhelming humiliation of being spanked by my algebra professor. My underwear is providing no protection at all. My butt cheeks are ripe and fully exposed to his hand as he spanks away.

At 20, I start to beg. “Please, Dr. Finch! Please stop! Just give me a few minutes rest!”

“Oh, no, dear, this is too much fun. And I really want your ass to glow as bright red as possible.”

More spanks. And more. And more. My tears are soaking his rug. I try to wriggle my ass, but he’s not having it.

“Be still, Jeannie, or I will move the remainder of this punishment session into the classroom tomorrow!”

Oh, god, no! “Alright! Alright!”

I somehow manage to endure the rest of the punishment, at which point Finch gets up, dumping me onto the floor. My hands fly down to rub my butt, but it doesn’t help much with the pain. I don’t think I’ll be able to sit down for the rest of the week.

“Ha, ha, that was a blast, I thought! Was it good for you, too?”

I was too busy writhing on the carpet to humor him. “Can I get out of here, now, Dr. Finch?”

“You’re not staying longer? I was hoping for a lap dance while you’re here, sweetie. Won’t you join me for that?”

I crawl to the apartment door, grab my phone, and exit into the hallway to cool off. I hear Pig-face, “I…uh…may have offered him the lap dance. You might have to return for that in the near future.”

“No, no, no, no, no. Get me outta here. Please!”

“Okay, but you don’t know what you’re missing. Onward to the final stop of the evening.”

I race back to the car to avoid being seen in my scanty underwear. Pig-face is laughing his head off on my phone.

“I think you just turned in your extra credit, Jeannie. The professor seemed very impressed, I must say. And you haven’t earned any more penalties yet, but maybe at this next stop.”

We start driving again, and Pig-face directs me to a small house a few streets over. I walk up to the front door and hesitate for a moment before pressing the doorbell. To my surprise, the door is answered by a boy of around 12 years old. His eyes get as huge as saucers when he sees me. I start to cover my mostly-exposed breasts, but then I stop myself before Pig-face can give me a penalty. The boy shouts into the living room, “Hey, Charlie, your friend is here!”

Charlie?! Who lives here? I hear a female voice. “Is that my good friend Jeannie? Get your little butt in here right now!” I follow the boy through the front door and turn toward the woman’s voice.

No. Unh-uh. Charlene?! What the…

“Surprised to see me, I’m guessing. And what the hell are you wearing? Or not wearing?”

Charlene Kennedy is a junior who is in my Econ class, and she also happens to be the most notorious prankster/bully on campus…and my mortal enemy. When I started my freshman year, I thought it’d be cool to pal around with her, so I became a “clinger”, and after several weeks of me following her around, she decided that my evident desperation warranted a prank. Actually, several pranks. It started with her pantsing me in the halls between classes, and it escalated to stripping me naked and tied up in one of the boys’ restrooms. Charlene (known as “Charlie”) and her two minions, Parker and Mia, enjoyed these “little pranks” to no end but never showed that they actually wanted me to be anything other than their punching bag, and eventually I gave up trying to be a member of their tribe. However, there was no quitting being the butt of their mean and humiliating pranks, and I did everything I could to try to steer clear of Charlie and her two hench-women.

But here is Charlie, comfortably sprawled on her living room sofa, and here is me, half-naked and blackmailed into doing whatever she orders me to do.

“Jeannie, Jeannie, Jeannie. Haven’t seen much of you lately. How are my friends and I going to have any fun without you around to harass me? I guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time, waddaya say?”

I swallow hard. “Uh…yeah, sure. What…whatever you say, Charlie.”

She was all smiles. “I thought you’d like that! Let’s get right to it. Let’s have you take off those sexy undies. I want to see completely naked tits and twat. Right now.”

I had no choice. I reached behind my back to unfasten my bra.

“Oh, wait! I almost forgot. I told Marshall that if he could put down his video games for a few hours, maybe he’d like to see what a naked girl looks like.

“What?! Your little brother, the one who answered the door? He couldn’t be over 12!”

“His 13th birthday is next month, and I told him he could have a super cool birthday present tonight. Good idea, huh?”

“No, no, no, I cannot be naked in front of a 12-year-old! I just can’t! Please, please, PLEASE, Charlie!”

Now I hear Pig-face in my ears, “Jeannie, you have disobeyed me again by arguing. That’s another penalty for you. Keep arguing and you will get another.”

“B…but…”

“And that’s another penalty. If you protest any further, just remember that my finger is poised over the send command – your family and friends will soon be enjoying your embarrassing antics from last year.”

I stopped pleading and looked at Charlie in resignation.

“Hey, Marshall! Get in here, your new girlfriend is ready for your date!”

So, in walks Marshall, grinning from ear to ear. “Marshall, you just sit here next to your big sis, and let’s see how embarrassing this date could be. Okay, Jeannie, where were we? Oh, yeah, you were about to take off your bra.”

Resignedly, I reach behind my back and un-clasp my bra. I let the straps slide down my arms while I grasp the two cups, which are barely covering my nipples anyway.

“Are you ready for this, Marshall? Ready for your first naked titties?”

Marshall is practically drooling. “Yeah, let’s do it!”

I lean forward slightly and let the bra fall into my hands, then stand back up again, fighting the urge to cover myself from the boy in front of me.

Charlie is cheering, “Ta-da! Look at that, Marshall! They’re nice big ones, too.”

Marshall’s eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets. “Yeah! Pretty big alright!” My face has never been this red.

Charlie offers, “Oh, Jeannie, just toss that over to Marshall. Y’know, for safekeeping.” I reluctantly tossed the bra to Marshall, who proceeded to examine it and sniff it enthusiastically. At that moment, the doorbell rang.

OMG. What now?

Charlie springs from the sofa and goes to the door. I hear the screams of two more students. Parker and Mia, Charlie’s BFFs. Great, I’m really sunk now.

Parker quips, “You know, Charlie, we just happened to be passing by when we looked in your front window and noticed darling Jeannie standing there, practically naked. We just had to see what’s up with you two.”

“Well, strangest thing, Jeannie was just saying she has really missed being embarrassed by us and came over here hoping we would give her some good humiliating pranks to do. So, as you can see, I decided that Marshall should come for a visit so I could introduce them to each other. Marshall was just admiring Jeannie’s boobies, weren’t you, Marshall?”

“I sure am. They’re amazing!”

“So come on in, you two, and join the party!”

Parker and Mia sweep into the living room, expanding the audience to four, and plop themselves down into chairs on either side of me. Now I’m truly miserable, not only for being the only one in the room (almost) naked, but for being forced to reveal my nude body to an apparently very horny 12-year-old boy.

“Jeannie, aren’t you going to say hello to your old pals Parker and Mia?”

Uh…sure. “Hello, Parker. Hello, Mia.”

Silence from the girls.

“Yeah…very sweet scene. So, let’s re-start this party. I think you were about to lose your underpants, right? Well, don’t let us stop you. Time to get naked! Right, Marshall?”

“Yeah!!! Right, Charlie!! I wanna see her snatch!”

Cute kid…

“Wait, wait! A striptease needs some sexy music for her to dance to. Got anything, girls?”

“Right here, Char,” says Mia, and Nicki Minaj comes on singing “Luv Dem Strippers.”

Charlie loves it. “Yes! Go to it, Jeannie darling.”

I’ve never been much of a dancer, so I just make up some hip bumps and chest thrusts. Obviously not as sexy as they wanted.

“Is that it?”

“Not luvvin’ it, girl.”

“She’s gonna start dancing soon, right?”

Okay, okay, I step it up. A little. I mean, there’s a 12-year-old sitting right in front of me.

“How ‘bout that thong, now?”

“Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!”

Yeah, yeah. I try to drag this out as much as I can (on the other hand, I desperately want to get out of here soon). I push down on the back of my thong until it’s below my butt, then I turn around and slowly peel my bikini front down until it’s no longer covering my pussy. Finally, I slide it down my legs and kick it off my feet.

Man, I thought I felt naked before… This is a whole new naked. I’m performing a striptease in front of my three worst enemies and a horny juvenile. Every square inch of my pale skin is exposed, including my tits, my butt, and my kitty. And I’m starting to sweat like a farmhand.

I know better than to try to cover up with my hands, so maybe I’m better off dancing my striptease. It takes only a minute or so to actually complete my strip, so now I have to keep dancing – nude – for the remaining several minutes of Nicki Minaj, and by now every inch of me is soaking with sweat.

My audience applauds and makes rude comments and catcalls. I stand there with my hands to my side, feeling a whole new level of humiliation.

“Yeah…well, what a mediocre striptease that was! So now, put your hands behind your head and keep them there. Stand still…and move your feet apart. That’s it.”

Marshall pipes up, “Wow, look at that! This is great!”

“Pretty good, huh, Marshall? Jeannie dear, turn around…very slowly.”

It’s impossible to do this without feeling like a cheap call girl. Especially with Charlie, Mia, and Parker hurling insults.

“Just look at that whore!”

“Close that mouth, you look like you’re ready to suck a dick.”

“Her pussy is almost bald, and that’s the tiniest coin slot ever.”

“That little fanny is just asking to be spanked.”

I couldn’t get any redder. Once I complete one full turn, they stop me and order me to stay right where I am, hands still locked behind my head.

“Hey, Marshall, you enjoying your first naked chickee?”

“Yeah, I sure am. Can I…um…feel her up?”

No! No! Say no, Charlie! Say no!

“There’s my good, hot-blooded, all-American brother! Absolutely you can. (Oooooh…) And I’m pretty sure she’s going to enjoy it too, because I’ve got some massage oil you can smear all over her.”

JESUS! Mia and Parker yell and clap, giving Marshall all the courage he needs to pop up from the sofa and advance toward me, eyes wide open and mouth agape. Marshall looks taller than my first impression when he opened the front door. He’s only a couple of inches shorter than me.

“Wait, Marshall, we’re being so rude. We didn’t ask Jeannie if she would like to be oiled up. You do, don’t you, Jeannie? Don’t you?”

I’m trapped. I definitely do not want to be felt-up by a horny 12-year-old, and I absolutely do NOT want another penalty.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what, Jeannie? You have to ask nicely.”

Ugh! “Marshall, would you please rub oil on my body?” I cannot BELIEVE I’m saying this.

“Oh, yes, Jeannie, sure would. Let’s see…”

Charlie offers up the bottle of oil, which Marshall readily pours into his hands.

His hands go straight for…you guessed it…my boobs. Practically mauling them. Both boobs, both hands. The girls start to give him directions, like “now, just do the nipples” and “give ’em a pinch now”. I’m surprised to feel my nipples react to his touch. I look down to see them harden, and I feel them get super sensitive. His pinching and pulling on my nipples, encouraged by the girls, is definitely having an effect on me, and a slight groan escapes my mouth.

Eventually, his eager hands move around to my back and down to my butt, which he slathers with oil until I feel it dripping down the back of my legs. More cheerleading from the sidelines: “clutch ‘em, Marshall” and “give ‘em a little slap,” and (oh, no) “pry that crack open and run your finger down there.”

He’s rubbing oil down my butt crack, and I’m suddenly trying to decide whether I want him to invade my butt hole or not. I dare not move my hands from behind my head, so the question is moot. His finger is poised at the entry when I hear him ask, “Um…can I…like…poke…”

I open my mouth to say something, when Charlie pipes up, “Absolutely, Marshall, but get that finger really oiled-up first.”

I feel more oil down there, and then his middle finger is at my pucker and pushing in. At least he’s going slow, so it’s not too uncomfortable. Now his whole finger is in there, and I cannot suppress a long and loud groan. The three girls are giddy with excitement.

Mia shouts, “She’s lovin’ it, Marshall, keep going!”

Damn! I am loving it. But now Marshall decides that he’s eager to explore my vulva, so his finger pulls out of my butt, and both hands slide around my hips in search of the holy treasure. At the same time, Marshall drops to his knees in front of me to be closer to the action.

He’s now got the fingers of both hands tracing my outer labia.

“That’s right, Marshall, tease her slit for a little while. That’ll warm her up.”

And it is. It is…

“Jeannie, stop moving, stay still! Now Marshall, slowly work your way inside. That’s it, that’s it. Now trace your finger up to her clit, and we’ll see whether you need to add more oil. Yes, that little red button there. Aha! I see that she’s good and juicy already. Now rub that little nub.”

Ohhh, god. I…I didn’t think I could get any hotter.

“Marshall, you know what’ll really get her excited? Move on to her vagina, a little farther back. Oh yes, that’s it, right there. You should be able to get a couple of your 12-year-old fingers in there.”

And he does. Oh s**t! Oh s**t!

Marshall is REALLY enjoying himself. “Oh, yeah, she’s hot in there!”

Parker contributes, “Now pump in and out – but not too fast, we don’t want to get her off too quickly.”

What the hell…? Ohhhh. His fingers are relentless, sliding in and out of me. My body doubles over, and I can feel my boobs now hanging down.

Charlie barks, “Stand up straight, Jeannie! The camera can’t see your face.”

Mia says, “Marshall, use your other hand to pinch and pull on her nipples.”

I force myself to straighten up, just as Marshall decides to accelerate his finger f**king. And assault my left nipple. OMG, I’m almost there. Almost there…

“Marshall, stop! Remove your fingers. I think she’s had enough.” Charlie is chuckling.

Marshall reluctantly pulls out. (And wipes his fingers on my butt cheeks!)

WHAT?! I was thisclose to an orgasm! Don’t do this to me! I groaned, “OHHHH NOOOO!”

The girls were rolling on the floor laughing.

“You…are…such a slut!”

“You were gonna let a 12-year-old get you off?!”

“Like the kid stuff, do you, Jeannie?”

“Shame on you!”

There is no end to my humiliation from these three girls. I’m desperately hoping that it’s over. But no…

“Jeannie, tell you what,” says Charlie. “We’ll do you a big favor for your final dare. We’ll let you finish that orgasm – with your own fingers!”

Argh! I’m…I’m doing things I would never have imagined when I woke up this morning,

“Come over here and sit down between Marshall and me.” Charlie and Marshall are sitting on the sofa, with a gap between them that is barely (ahem) wide enough for me. I’m thinking, let’s get this over with. I move over to the sofa, turn around, and lower my butt to the seat cushion.

“This is nice and cozy, isn’t it? Did you enjoy Marshall’s…um…ministrations?”

“Yes, I did.” I lied – sorta.

“How much?”

“Very much.”

“Don’t you think you should thank him for being so good to you?”

I turn toward him. His mouth is hanging open, and his eyes are fixed on my boobs.

“Marshall, thank you, I enjoyed it very much. You were very good to me.”

“Very sweet, Jeannie. Now it’s time for you to complete your little orgasm. Put your feet up on the front of the seat cushion. Yes, that’s it. Now spread your knees as far as they will go. Marshall and I will assist you.”

F**k it! I’m almost done with this. Too late to chicken out now. I spread my knees out, then I feel Charlie’s and Marshall’s hands on the insides of my knees, lightly pressing down, which spread my vulva fully open. Jesus, is this really happening?!

“Don’t forget, Jeannie, that you have a couple of penalties to answer to. Your masturbation…ahem…skills will determine how severe your first penalty will be. Once you start stroking, Mia will start the clock, and every 10 seconds of your stroking will count as a demerit. So if you’re ready, get to it, girl!”

OMG, gotta work fast. I start by stroking between my labia, then quickly move to my vagina, a two-finger assault. I sense this is going to take more time, since I have cooled off from my feel-up session with Marshall. I’m pumping as hard and fast as I can, and pretty soon, I hear all three girls ragging at me, telling me my tits are ugly, my thighs are fat, etc. I also feel Marshall’s hand lightly touching the inside of my thigh, where I am VERY TICKLISH! I’m laughing and sweating at the same time. Marshall’s mouth hangs open the whole time. He’s in absolute heaven.

Charlie announces my demerit numbers every 10 seconds. I’m up to 11 already. Concentrate, Jeannie, concentrate. I keep my right hand on my vagina and add my left hand on my clit. More rubbing, more pumping. I keep my eyes closed to concentrate with all of the non-stop chatter all around me. I’m starting to feel my sex urges returning; I’m headed for the finish line. Charlie’s hand is now on my right nipple, pinching and twisting. Use it. I…I…love having my nipple twisted. Then I explode. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” Biggest orgasm I have ever felt. I’m vibrating for another two minutes.

Mia pipes up, “Congratulations, Jeannie, you have earned 25 demerits.”

Huh? Only 25? That seemed to take forever.

I hear Pig-face in my ears. “Jeannie, time to complete your first penalty. You are to lie face-down over Marshall’s lap, and he will deliver 25 spanks to your cute little bottom. Go. Do it.”

Crap! Inevitable, I suppose. I look at Marshall, who doesn’t seem to be in on it, so I deliver the good news. “Marshall you are to spank me on the bare bum 25 times while I’m lying over your lap.”

His face lights up immediately. Big eyes, big grin. I slide down on the sofa and flip over, putting my ass directly over his lap. With my hip, I can already feel his penis starting to bulge.

Charlie directs, “Okay, Marshall, you may begin. And don’t coddle her, she likes her spanks hard and stinging, don’t you, Jeannie?”

Yeah, right. But I can’t argue. “Yes, please.”

Marshall can barely contain his excitement. “Okay, here we go!”

WHACK!

WAAAAAA! That really stings!

“Was that hard enough?” Marshall asks.

“Oh, yes!”

Charlie interrupts, “No, it wasn’t! Make this one harder.”

Bitch!

WHACK!

YEEOOOWWW! Harder, definitely harder. My ass is on fire.

Charlie cheers, “Very good, Marshall. Make the rest like that.

WHACK!

And so it goes for the remaining 22 spanks. My legs are shaking, my feet are kicking, my hands are being gripped so I can’t touch my ass, and I’m bawling like a f**king baby. Finally he’s finished.

“Marshall, great job with the spanks. I think Jeannie really enjoyed that, didn’t you Jeannie?”

Between sobs, “Oh…yes…th…thank you…Marshall.”

Marshall seems pleased with himself, and by the way, his dick is as hard as a rock. Unfortunately, I’m not the only one who has noticed. Parker can’t take her eyes off it.

“Jeannie, I see Marshall is pretty excited after that spanking session. He’s probably hoping for some release, don’t you think.”

Hmmm. “Yes, Parker, I think so, too.”

“And you still owe one final penalty, how’s that for synchronicity? So, Jeannie, let’s have you on your knees in front of Marshall, and let’s have you give him the best handjob he’s ever had!”

The other two girls give a big cheer for Parker for her “genius” idea. Parker continues, “Marshall, stand up please, so Jeannie can pull your pants down.”

I honestly do not know if I can do this. There must be a limit on how much humiliation one person can withstand in one day. But I have to. I have to. I get on my knees and reach up to unbuckle his belt, then unbutton his waist, then pull the zipper down. I try to remain detached as I pull down on either side, sliding his pants down to his ankles. I take a big breath.

“Oh, Jeannie, haven’t you kind of missed a step? Let’s pull down those undies also.”

Yeah. Great. I’ll do that. Sigh.

Grabbing his white briefs with both hands, I start to work them down, but I’m having trouble because of his stiffy. I actually have to pull the front of his briefs way forward so they clear this thing, which is pretty big, I have to admit. I work them all the way down to where his pants are pooled at his ankles.

Now I can get to work. Parker offers me some lube, which I gladly accept. I put both my hands to work on this very stiff stiffy.

Charlie is not done having fun. She announces, “I’m timing you, dear. You have two minutes to get him off before we switch to blowjob mode. Oh, and either way, I want his spunk all over your face.”

There is no end to this. I’m never living this down with these girls. I speed up my stroking, and his cock rises to the occasion. I begin tickling his scrotum with one hand while stroking his dick with the other. He responds instantly, and before I know it, he’s groaning louder and his dick is a sperm fountain! It seems to be bottomless. I duck my face forward to catch as many squirts as I can.

Charlie announces, “Well, you made it under the two-minute mark, you little whore, so no blowjob for you today. You have completed both penalties now, so you are free to go. But don’t touch your face, leave it just as it is.”

Yeah, right, covered in cum. I gotta get outa here.

“Charlie, may I please have the underwear I wore here?”

Pig-face interrupts, “No, Jeannie, you may not. You’re leaving here just as you are. Buck naked. No arguments.”

Dammit! I’m driving home completely naked. I’m gonna get arrested.

I grab my phone. Charlie tosses me the car key, which I had tucked into my bra. The girls laugh me out the door and all the way to my car, attracting the attention of a couple of neighbors. Great.

To be continued.

[litrob2000]

Jeannie’s Laptop Disaster – One Year Later
By Little Robbie

Part 3 - EVENING

I feel defeated, but I still have to get myself home. I’m not sure exactly where we are. I ask Pig-face, “Hey, could you please direct me back to my place?”

“No I don’t think so, dear Jeannie, you’re going to have to figure that out on your own. You can always stop and ask for directions. Haw, haw.”

Uh huh. Sure. I’m improvising now. Several left turns, then out onto the main street. Pig-face again, “Hey…there’s a McDonald’s up ahead, isn’t there?”

“Y…yes, I see it. But I…I’m not hungry.” I am NOT walking into a McDonald’s stark naked!

“Oh, yes, you’re hungry – it’s time for dinner, and you had no lunch. Do the drive-thru. Order whatever you like, and you’ll take it home.”

So my humiliation is not complete yet. Now I’m going to be letting complete strangers gawk at me through the drive-thru windows. Grit your teeth, girl. I order a cheeseburger, medium fries, and a small coke. I start forward, but I notice the car ahead of me is stopped at the pay window. Maybe their charge card was rejected? So here I am, stopped in the drive-thru, right alongside the McDonald’s parking lot, without a stitch of clothing on. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a couple of teenage boys pointing at my car and laughing. Please, please, let’s go, let’s go!

Finally, I’m able to pull forward. I get my charge card out of my wallet, which I thought to slide into the glove compartment. At the pay window, I hear a little scream from the young girl on the other side of the glass. Her eyes are wide open, taking in my full nakedness. She thinks to ask, “Are you okay, miss?” I nod and get my charge card back as quickly as I can. At the last window, there’s a nerdy-looking 20-something guy getting my order. He slides it out and starts to say, “Thank y… Uh…uh…WOW, look at you! Dave, James, come look, there a naked girl out here! And she’s pretty cute, too!” I grab the food, hit the gas, and practically fly out of there.

So, now I’m back on the main road, and I start seeing familiar landmarks – like the BP station and the Subway. I recognize my street and turn into it. Three more blocks…annnnd…I’m home. I’m totally naked and barefoot, but at least I’m back home. I quickly get out of the car, grab the food, and run into the house. Even though it’s still light outside, I don’t think I was seen.

The minute I’m through the door, I desperately turn to my phone. “Hey, I have to pee. I’ve had to pee for almost an hour, but now that I’m home, I absolutely HAVE to go to the bathroom.”

Pig-face smiles condescendingly. “Of course you can pee, Jeannie. But are you forgetting that your toilet is in the middle of the back yard?”

Oh s**t, I was forgetting about that! “Okay, okay, yes, I had forgotten. Whatever. I’ve got to pee RIGHT NOW or I’ll start leaking!” I walk to the back door and grab a couple of Kleenex, then it’s through the back door and…out to the…the…bucket. I’m so fully humiliated by now that I don’t even bother to cover up my naked tits and pussy. I don’t even check to make sure there are no neighbors looking my way. I squat, and I immediately feel a big relief as the piss flows into the bucket.

Suddenly I hear voices from the back porch next door. “Hey, Pete, are you seeing what I’m seeing?”

“Isn’t that the cutie from next door, butt naked, and peeing into a bucket?”

“Jesus, yes! And those are very sexy boobs! Whadya think that’s about? Hey! Hey, girl next door!”

I want to get up and race to the back door, but my piss just started. I have to wait until it’s finished! I try to cover up, but that’s not easy when you’re squatting. I close my eyes and pretend this is not happening.

“You know we can see you, don’t you? What is this, some sort of a dare, or what?”

Finally I’m done, and I immediately get up and cover up, then run headlong to the back door. Pig-face is laughing his ass off. “Alright, sexy Jeannie! That was exciting, wasn’t it? When do you suppose you will see your neighbors again? Tomorrow? Next week? Haw, haw!”

I just stared at him in disbelief.

“Okay, okay, Jeannie. Dinner time, I guess. Head to the living room and place your meal items on the front window sill. You are to eat your meal right there, facing the window – and the sidewalk and the street! Put the phone on the window sill also, so I can get a good view of you munching on your cheeseburger and fries while you show off your nakedness to the street. And no speeding through your dinner, eat at a leisurely pace.”

Will this never end? It’s still light outside, and I have to be pretty close to the window so I can reach the food. I just know I’ll be discovered, like I was this morning. I want to just gulp down the burger and fries, but he warned me to eat slowly. This is going to take forever…

“That guy at the drive-thru was pretty excited to see you, wasn’t he? After you’ve finished your meal, we’re gonna run back over there so you can ask him out.”

OMG “What?! NO WAY!”

“C’mon, Jeannie. Just trying to get you hooked up. So, if it’s not the McD guy, who would you prefer to hook up with tonight?”

“Um…no one. You’re kidding, right?”

“OF COURSE I’M NOT!! I’ve been pretty easy on you today, Jeannie, so I’m turning the humiliation dial up to FULL for the evening! While you’re finishing your burger, you are going to call guys you know – or know of – to invite them here for a fun, intimate, and humiliating game that will begin in 30 minutes. Once you find four guys who are available and willing, you can stop.”

I interjected, “Okay, first of all, I disagree entirely that you have been pretty easy on me today. I am now more goddamned humiliated than I have ever been in my life! So, I have to ask: what the hell is this game we’re going to be playing? And just how is it entertaining?”

“YOU may not enjoy it very much, but the guys will be super entertained – and turned on. I’ll explain the rules as we go. So, let’s start phoning your favorite guys. Oh…and you may want to let them know that there may be nudity involved. Mostly yours.”

Well, hell! This does not bode well for me AT ALL. I just want to crawl under a rock and stay there for a month. I start making the incredibly embarrassing calls; I can’t believe I’m calling guys to come over and humiliate me. First guy I try is Eddie Bishop, the guy who helped free me last year by fishing out a handcuff key from my vagina. He is surprised and very polite, and it doesn’t take much cajoling to get him to agree to come over.

It takes me seven different calls to get three more guys to agree. There’s Ben Thalken, who was in my French 101 class last year. There’s Phil Becker, a friend of Ben who I have talked to but don’t really know very well. And there’s Emilio Cruz, who sings with me in University Choir. All of these guys have always seemed kind and friendly to me. I think.

Pig-face is satisfied with the arrangements. “Okay, Jeannie, here’s how we’re going to play this game. You have given me the mobile phone number of each of your guests, so once they have arrived, I will be sending instructions to them. They will announce what they are to do and what you are to do. And you will obey every instruction, won’t you, Jeannie?”

Wolfing down the last of my fries. “Yes, I will.”

“You will what?”

Okay, okay. “I will obey every instruction.”

“Because disobeying any of my instructions will earn you WHAT?”

“A penalty.”

“That’s right. Now let’s get ready to greet your guests.” I’m instructed to clear off the coffee table that sits in front of the sofa, with two chairs at either end. Also, I must leave untouched the “toys” I brought out this morning – my vibrator and my dildo; these are lying on the end table in a very conspicuous spot. Next, he wants me to turn on every light fixture in the room, supposedly so it’s easier for him to see on my phone…however, it’s also going to make me more visible to anyone passing by on the street.

“Now, if you will look in the box, grab the envelope labeled ‘C’ and open it.”

“Yes, I have it here.” Inside the envelope is…OMG…a very small black bikini! Really just two strips of fabric only a couple of inches wide. Unbelievable.

“I picked it out just for you. Put it on now, before our guests arrive.”

Putting it on is not much of a chore, just a couple of snaps. But why do I actually feel MORE naked now? Maybe because I will be modeling it for four male classmates? But these four guys are well-mannered and respectful, right? Right?

The doorbell sounds, and I jump. S**t, this is real! I stand still for a moment, like, am I waiting for someone else to answer the door? Then I realize that I’m the only one here, and I snap out of it and walk over to open the door. Wearing my narrow little bikini. Help!

At the door is Eddie Bishop, my hero from last year. Cute guy, about my height, with medium-length brown hair and eyeglasses. Wearing a light blue polo shirt, khaki slacks, and brown slip-ons. I thank him for coming to help me out, and I explain that he will be receiving texts once we get started. I guess he’s hearing my instructions, his eyes are glued to my tits and ass the whole time.

At that point, the doorbell rings again. I invite Eddie to sit wherever he likes, then answer the door. There are Ben Thalken and Phil Becker. I don’t really know either of these guys very well, I’ve only had brief conversations with them recently. Ben is the taller of the two, has short blond hair, and is dressed in a beige lightweight cotton sweater, black jeans, and sneakers. Phil is shorter and a bit shabbier, with long, unkempt dark hair, wearing a distressed pink t-shirt, distressed blue jeans, and crocs. I explain the text message thing and invite them into the living room, where they shake hands with Eddie, whom they apparently don’t know.

Ten minutes later, I welcome in Emilio Cruz, the guy from my choir. He has well-groomed black hair and is dressed a bit fancier, with a colorful button-up shirt, nice black trousers, and new-looking lace-up shoes. Emilio has the darker complexion of a Latino, and he is very handsome. And it turns out he already knows all three of the other guys, hugging or shaking hands with them before being seated. I repeat for Emilio the rules about receiving texts for our instructions from here forward, and he nods while staring at my tits.

So far, none of these boys have commented on my outfit. I suppose it is not unexpected, since I already told them that this will be a humiliation party, with me as the admitted victim. I head into the kitchen and return with beers for the guys.

I feel the need to address the group, even if I wasn’t being entirely truthful. “Thank you all for coming. As I explained on the phone, tonight you will be participating in a game that I started earlier. I was a big loser, and so I’m paying off my debt by being humiliated by you and in front of you. So enjoy yourselves…but not too much please.”

They gave me a little applause and started right in with hooting and hollering.

“Okay, okay, so let’s get it on, Jeannie.”

“Your embarrassment is our pleasure.”

“So, do we get to see your boobs, or what?” These guys are already being smartass-cute.

Now the first text arrives on Ben’s phone, and he reads it to us. “Jeannie will now engage in a 15-minute TORRID makeout session with Phil. Lots of prolonged smooching and heavy petting – but no penetrations!. Jeannie will express fierce passion convincingly, or she shall receive penalties. Begin.”

I know better than to argue or refuse – as long as he has the embarrassing nude videos of me, ready to be sent to my friends and family. Phil is seated on the sofa with Ben, and Ben stands up and moves to behind one of the chairs, so now Phil and I have the whole sofa to ourselves. I walk up to him, and he pats his lap, signaling me to sit there. Okay, here goes.

Once I’m seated sideways on his lap, Phil takes that as his cue to proclaim, “Jeannie, just let me say, you are one sexy chick! I mean, your body is totally turning me on!” After that, I pretty much have to lean in and kiss him square on the lips. He smells of Listerine and holds our kiss for a long, long time, accompanied by his hands eagerly caressing my body. The bikini bottoms do almost nothing to conceal my butt, so he lingers there with one hand, while the narrow bikini top barely covers my C-cup breasts, so he easily snakes his other fingers in to massage my nipples.

Phil is so completely excited about our assigned embrace that I feel I have to respond accordingly to avoid getting a penalty, so I hold our kisses hard and long, I have one hand massaging his blond hair, and my other hand is feeling up his – rather taut! – stomach beneath his sweater.

I hear Ben announce, “One penalty, Jeannie! Not enthusiastic enough.”

S**t! I gotta step it up! Now one of Phil’s hands begins to explore my mound and vulva. I wasn’t expecting that, but I’ve got to respond. I start groaning, at first faking it, but now I surprise myself by heating up and groaning for real. I can’t believe it, but I seem to be getting off while being humiliated by a guy I’ve barely met! My whole body is getting seriously hot, and my kissing is no longer fake, it’s erotic. By now, we are both horizontal on the sofa, Phil is moaning like he could come at any moment, and I am totally surrendering myself to this makeout session (just as Pig-face planned, I’m sure).

My near-constant groaning was eventually interrupted by Ben announcing, “Time’s up! Break it up, you two!” Now I really groan, cueing the other boys to applaud boisterously. They seem to be getting totally turned on by watching me embarrass myself like this.

“Come on, Jeannie, time to get up.” Noooooo..,

Wait, what am I doing? I shake my head to return to reality. I roll off of the sofa and get to my feet. My god, what’s next?

But it’s Ben’s voice I hear next, “Wait, wait, first there is the matter of the penalty that Jeannie earned. Your penalty is that the boys will get to watch you pee.”

Shouts of testosterone-fed joy from the boys.

Ben continues, “Sooo…I guess it’s off to the bathroom, everyone.” They all start out, but I stop them in their tracks.

“Wait, wait. We’re heading in the wrong direction, I’m afraid. Follow me, please.” Now I’m a whole new shade of red. I sheepishly lead them out to the back yard, where it’s still just bright enough to see, and explain, “Today, I’m only allowed to pee in my bucket here,” pointing to my red toilet-for-the-day.

The boys all whoop it up. “Alright! Drop ‘em, girl! This I want to see!”

So, standing over the bucket and facing the house – and the boys – I pull my bikini bottoms down to the tops of my thighs and squat. Luckily, I actually do have to pee something fierce, so I let go a strong stream. The splashing sound results in even more laughter, cheering, and applause. I close my eyes, hoping that I can wish this all away. But when I open them again, I’m still squatting over a bucket in my back yard – and probably being observed by a few of my neighbors in addition to my four boy “friends.”

Finally I’m done, so I quickly pull my bikini back up into place. The guys head back in, helping themselves to another round of beers as they pass through my kitchen. The alcohol seems to be accelerating their horniness, and my well-mannered boys are starting to become unruly and more vocal.

Now we all hear from Emilio, who is reading his text message. “Jeannie will now stand on the coffee table with her hands extended high over her head. Then she will allow our guests to remove her bikini and spend 15 minutes feeling her up.”

Well, I suppose this was inevitable, so we might as well get it over with. I step up onto the coffee table – with Eddie giving me a hand – and briefly survey the room. The formerly sober and polite boys are starting to slobber as they take in my soon-to-be naked body. They waste no time getting on with this, reaching up to release the narrow bikini bra, baring my C-cup breasts and displaying my now-very-hard nipples.

This elicits a new round of, “Oh yeah! Beautiful boobs, baby! Shake them for us.” I’m not practiced at shaking my breasts, but I try my best. I then feel hands on my hips and fingers in the sides of the bikini bottoms, pushing them down past my knees before letting them drop to my feet. Now my pussy is fully exposed, which further encourages the guys to cheer and shout.

“Fabulous!”

“Beautiful coin slot!”

“We gotta explore this more fully, guys!”

I have never felt more embarrassed. My whole body is naked as the day I was born, and I am apparently willfully exhibiting my nakedness to four boys whom I invited to my house.

Emilio then reminds us of his text message, “Okay, guys, her naked (and sexy!) body is all yours to explore for 15 minutes! Jeannie, hands behind your head, please, and legs farther apart.”

I comply, and all four of them are now up and practically drooling. I suddenly feel eight hands begin to work all over me – breasts, nipples, face, mouth, stomach, butt, pussy, thighs, feet, literally every square inch of my bare-ass body. I try to stare straight ahead, to not give them any reason to think I’m enjoying this. Because I’m not. I’m…...not.

After 10 minutes have ticked off, I’m getting a moist feeling and realize they have broken out a bottle of lube. In no time at all, my body is fully oiled-up, and several fingers are gently exploring my pussy and anus. Oh man! I wobble on my coffee table perch.

“Watch out, princess, don’t fall. We’re all having too much fun.”

“Uh…right. Right!”

“Five more minutes, gents.”

The fingers stroking between my labia are seriously raising my temperature, and before I know it, I’m on the road to an orgasm. My knees are weaker and I’m groaning a little louder – as it’s almost impossible for me to endure this quietly. I’m in such a quandary; I absolutely hate Pig-face for blackmailing and humiliating me, but my head is swimming with anticipation of the biggest orgasm of my life.

“Ah…ah…I’m…I’m…”

“Time’s up, guys. Please be seated.”

F**k me! What the hell! I’m pulled up short…AGAIN!

Phil speaks up now, “Okay, okay, I have a message to announce. Earlier today, Jeannie brought out her favorite sex toys from her bedside table. These are now lying rather conspicuously on the end table over there. Jeannie is just dying to demonstrate these sex toys for you.”

OMG. I had forgotten about the sex toys. S**t, this is super-embarrassing, having to show your personal sex toys to these guys.

“Let’s start with the vibrator. Let’s have Eddie seated on a simple upright chair, and let’s have Jeannie sitting on Eddie’s lap, facing him and straddling his hips, as if she were ready to perform a lap dance.”

Eddie, smiling broadly, brings in a chair from the dining room, places it opposite the sofa, and sits expectantly. I follow the instructions to sit on Eddie’s lap, but once seated I hear Phil say, “Jeannie, I think you have forgotten one important item, haven’t you?”

Oh. Yes. He must mean my vibrator. I get back up and grab the vibrator, then return to Eddie’s lap. I look at Phil to continue.

“Jeannie is going to demonstrate how she uses her vibrator for sexual stimulation. She will be doing that for 20 minutes, and if she feels like she is approaching orgasm before time is up, she will announce it to us, isn’t that right, Jeannie?”

“Yes, I will announce it.” At this point, I just want to be done with this whole thing and crave being alone.

“The timer starts now. Begin.”

I switch on the vibe at low speed. Then I turn it downwards and gently begin pressing it to my mound just above my clitoris. This reminds me that I am still well-oiled, and I worry that my oily skin is ruining Eddie’s pants. I look up to see Eddie’s face and note that he is locked in fascination with my now-naked vulva. He doesn’t seem to be worried about his trousers at all, which I take as a compliment.

At this point, I can’t help but hear the other three boys slobbering their comments.

“Ooo, look at that, guys, that is one beautiful butt.”

“I’m getting hot just watching.”

“I hope I’m next – if not, I’m jerking off right here.”

Still staring straight into Eddie’s eyes, I begin sliding the vibe down and back up, so that my clit gets a strong taste of the low vibrations, but not enough to move myself up a notch. Eddie’s eyes quickly shift back up to my gaze, with a look of embarrassment. His expression is soft and a little sexy, like he doesn’t want the other boys to know that he is performing out of fascination more than brutal lust. As much as I’d like to look away, I can’t stop staring into his eyes.

This interchange is having a strong effect on me, and I raise the vibrations one level while leaving the vibe pressing directly on my clit. My eyes slowly close, and my imagination goes to work. Now it’s just Eddie and me, bare-ass naked in his lap, oblivious to the others in the room. I let a small groan escape, loud enough for Eddie to hear, I think. We are interrupted by Phil’s voice…

“Jeannie, time for you to turn around.”

What?!! Turn Around?!

“I want you to stay in Eddie’s lap but facing outward, and with your knees splayed as far apart as possible.”

I quickly glance at Eddie, who betrays a little disappointment at losing his private view. I turn around so that I am facing the other three boys, and I – Jesus! – slowly spread my knees far apart to satisfy Pig-face’s degrading order.

Phil continues, “Oh, that’s a beautiful sight, Jeannie!”

The others are in agreement. “Nice tight snatch, Jeannie.” and “Just as I like it!” I turn a new shade of red, and I cannot bring myself to look up to see the three others. I feel my knees trembling, wanting to close, but it’s everything I can do to keep them apart and viewable by the boys, who are practically drooling over my…my…snatch.

I finally force myself to look up, and I just about start crying when I take in the whole picture – me, appearing like I’m willingly exposing my most sacred parts to four college boys, who are gleefully tossing me every single degrading name in the book. I keep my vibrator pressed to my clit, determined to reach an orgasm before the 20-minute time limit is up. My engine is definitely running hot, I can tell you that. Suddenly, the boys’ comments are pushing me toward… toward… OMG… “I’m…I’m cumming! I’m…”

“Stop right now! Stop!"

Arghhh! You’ve got to be kidding! I don’t get to cum? Now I’m humiliated AND frustrated!

Phil grins as he announces Pig-face’s next game. “Alright, now on to the other sex toy, Jeannie’s dildo! Except with this one, she will not be in control.” He proceeds to instruct the other boys to lay me on the coffee table, face up, and with my legs on either side, which forces my knees very far apart. Then they use the rope to bind my ankles to the sturdy table legs and my wrists to the corners above my head. My body is now totally at their disposal, but they at least take a small pillow from the sofa and put it under my head. Maybe they are being kind, or maybe they want to make sure I can watch exactly what they are doing to my poor pussy. Phil brings a chair from the dining room, places it at the end of the table between my knees, and sits, staring right at my vulva.

“So, Jeannie, tell us about how you use the dildo.”

Whhhoooo! “How I… How I what?”

“Let’s start with, vagina only? Anal too?”

Apparently, I haven’t been sufficiently embarrassed up to now. “Um…no…no…a…anal.”

“And what do you fantasize about when you’re masturbating with this dildo?”

F**k! Can’t we just get on with it? “Well…nothing…um…specific I guess.”

“Okay, none of us believe that. Let’s check it out.” With that, Phil holds up my dildo and dribbles spit on the tip before lowering it to my vagina. I don’t think I actually need any additional lube after the 20 minutes of vibe. Phil parts my labia and slowly eases the tip into my vagina. My dildo is not huge – it’s about 8 inches long and a little over an inch in diameter – and it has very realistic veining. Damn, this feels good! I quietly groan, wondering how this game will play out.

“Here’s the deal, sweetie. Each of us will get 60 seconds using the dildo on you. We are free to play with you however we wish. If you want more stimulation or less stimulation, or more depth, or more speed, etc., just ask for it. You might or might not orgasm, depending on our whim or maybe your request – if you beg for it properly. You ready?”

“Yes, pleeease, let’s get this over with!”

Phil continues, very slowly stroking my vagina with the dildo, but not yet very deep. I feel my juices starting to flow, and I feel my butt rising slightly off the table. He’s just teasing me, that’ll never get me anywhere. Now he gradually speeds up, and I’m getting hopeful for release. But he calls 60 seconds, and I am left hot but unsatisfied.

Emilio is next in the chair, and he looks VERY horny. In choir he’s a sweetheart, but here his mouth is hanging open. He picks up where Phil left off, pumping very slowly and gradually speeding up. He has me at the edge in no time, but then he suddenly pulls out. Great. Once again, he starts speeding up, deeper this time, and he’s twisting the dildo, which drives me crazy (I need to add this to my masturbation repertoire).

“Do it, please. Keep going…keep going…yes. I’m almost there. Oh, y…”

“60 seconds is up. Who’s next?”

“Noooo! Please…pleeeease!” Lots of laughter and applause from the boys. Dammit! I’m never cumming at this rate.

Ben is my next torturer, and he is very ready to get going. But first, he brings the dildo up to my face to give me a good – and very embarrassing – look at how wet it is. I’ve never gotten it this wet before, it’s actually dripping.

“Lick it, Jeannie, clean it off.”

He brings it down to my mouth – I guess I am to perform fellatio on my dildo. My face is glowing red once again. Ben doesn’t push it in, he makes me push my head up to get all of it clean. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Then he goes to work on my vagina – a dozen quick, deep thrusts, then nothing. Another dozen, another nothing. I’m doing, like, one continuous edge. He’s smiling ear to ear (that prick!).

“Ben! Sweetheart! Deeper! More! Don’t stop! Please, pleeease, do it now, Ben. I’m so close!”

“STOP! 60 seconds is up.”

“No way! That can’t be 60 seconds! Just give me 5 more seconds. Please!” Lots of hardy laughs from the boys. They seem to be really enjoying this.

My final tormentor is Eddie. He’s actually smiling sweetly at me, like he will be my savior.

“You ready, Jeannie?” I nod my head enthusiastically. He’s thrusting deeply right from the start, but slowly. I look right into his eyes.

“Oh, Eddie, faster please.”

“No worries, Jeannie, just wait.”

He is thrusting with his right hand, but now he brings his left hand in to my clit (YES!) and begins slowly twirling it. Yowie! I’m now lifting my entire body up off the table, and I’m thrusting my pussy in rhythm with him. My god, I’m there at last!

“Oh, Eddie, YES! I’m…”

He stops. What?!

“Eddie, I need it! I do! Please! Pretty pretty pretty please!” I’m reduced to wailing like a nine-year-old.

Eddie returns to lightly stroking my clit. “Yes? And what can I do for you, little girl?”

“Let me cum! I beg you! Pleeease!” My hands and feet are straining at their bonds.

“Hm. Let’s see if you’re really ready to pop your cork.” With that, he plunges my dildo back to its proper place, my hot, wet vagina! His other hand returns to my clit, and he begins to swirl it slowly. My body starts trembling, and I can feel my nipples going fully erect. Is he actually going to let me orgasm?!

I return to begging. “Please, please, please, Eddie! I need to cum so badly! Do not stop! DO NOT!”

Miraculously, he does not stop! Another 10 strokes with the dildo and I’M OFF! OH YES!

“YESSSSS! MY GOD, I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING!” Strongest orgasm I’ve ever had!

Phil interrupts. “Stop! 60 seconds is up.”

They all laugh and make wisecracks. “Congratulations, girl! And you squirted all over yourself!” And…they leave me tied to the coffee table covered in my pussy juice while they go for more beers. After 10 minutes or so, they untie me, not to relieve my soreness and aches but so that they can move on to the next game.

Eddie takes up the description. “Our final event of the night is called ‘Name that Dick!’” I don’t like this already. “Jeannie will kneel on the floor in the center of the room, she will have her wrists tied behind her, and she will be fitted with a blindfold. Then she’ll do a vodka shot. One by one, the four guys will lower their trousers and approach Jeannie’s mouth. Jeannie will have 20 seconds to ‘get to know’ each guy’s package, using only her mouth. Then she’ll do another shot, after which she must guess that guy’s identity. Anyone she misses, she must administer a blow job and swallow his cum. Plus do another shot. PLUS, she will receive a penalty. So, she can potentially receive FOUR PENALTIES in this game.”

Now most guys are probably thinking, ‘This is a win-win for everyone. Each guy potentially gets a blow job, plus Jeannie will have the thrill of licking and sucking FOUR DIFFERENT GUYS!’ Yeah, right. This looks to me like half an hour of pure humiliation. Pig-face has outdone himself. If there were a hole in the earth right here, I’d gladly jump into it. And keep in mind, this is all happening in my home…MY HOME! And viewable to anyone passing by on the sidewalk outside. But I CANNOT let Pig-face release those disgusting videos. I cannot! So I’m on my knees.

Ben uses rope to tie my wrists behind my back, while Emilio grabs a black cloth napkin from the kitchen, folds it, and ties it over my eyes and behind my head. I have no use of my hands or my sight. I’m fucked.

My head is tilted back, and I am given a shot of vodka – not my favorite bev…

Guy 1’s dick is long but a little thin. I run my tongue all over it, but I don’t really know what I’m looking for, in terms of identity. I wrap my lips around the crown and give it a few pumps, vaguely hoping that he’ll enjoy it so much he’ll make an identifying noise. Yeah, right. Time’s up.

Eddie pipes up, “Okay, Jeannie, here’s your shot. Now, name that dick!”

This vodka shot goes down a little easier. “I dunno… Wild Ass Guess. “Phil?”

“Nope! That ain’t Phil, darlin’. But now he’s your new boyfriend, and he’s thinking blow job!”

S**t! Maybe he’s a quick cummer. I go to work on him, but I’m not exactly a world champ BJ girl. 15 minutes…15 MINUTES!...later, Guy 1 is ejaculating into my mouth, and I’m feeling like I’ve swallowed about a gallon of cum. I’ve gotta make better guesses. I swallow another shot.

Guy 2’s dick is bigger and curves upwards. I decide that, rather than try to ‘investigate’ this dick, I’m just going to give it a good ride; that way, when I do guess wrong, I’ll at least have brought him most of the way along by then. Time’s up, and I get another shot.

“Okay, Jeannie, name that dick!”

“Okay, I will guess…you, Eddie?”

“That’s right, that’s right! Congratulations!”

Okay, so why am I feeling dampness dripping down the insides of my thighs? And why…WHY?!...are my nipples erect? I’m being publicly humiliated – and apparently turned on as well?

Another shot for me.

“So, Jeannie, that’s one right and one wrong. Next up!”

So, here’s Guy 3. This dick is fat but short. Maybe it will get more erect for me. I suck it – I mean really SUCK it – to see if it elongates. I suck it some more, alternating with licking his scrotum. Nope, it’s just short. I don’t have a clue who this might be. Gimme my shot.

“Times up, Jeannie, name that dick!”

I go back to my first guess. “Phil?”

“Um, ‘fraid not, little cum-slut.” Geez, even Eddie is mocking me out now! “I guess it’s time for your next blow job.”

So, this is where I test my theory about the guy being already primed to cum more quickly. And…it works. Sorta. It only takes about five minutes to get my delivery of white, hot cum. After which, of course, more vodka.

“Okay, slut! One right and two wrong. Last customer.”

Guy 4 is – I hope! – already fully erect. He’s a mouthful. And I’m getting a little drunk on the vodka shots. I work on trying to warm him up, but he’s already pretty “up.” I hear a slight groan, which is good.

“Time is up! Here’s your vodka shot. Now, name that dick!”

This one’s easy, since I have already guessed Phil twice, both incorrectly. So, process of elimination… “I guess…Phil.”

“Correct! It is Phil! So, Jeannie, you finish this game with two wrong, which means two penalties.”

The announcements – and pronouncements – now shift to Emilio. “Okay, I have the first penalty right here. Everyone proceeds to the back yard, and the guys get to watch Jeannie take another piss.”

After all the vodka shots, I do, in fact, have to pee badly. So once again…this time without the bikini…I make my way to the back yard. It’s a bit darker now, so I am glad to see that, but one of the boys discovers the light switch for the back porch light. Greaaat…

I am stopped by Emilio. “Wait, Jeannie, wait! We are going to make a slight detour on our way to the bucket. It seems that the tree back there in the garden could use watering. You will get down on all fours, imagine yourself as a dog who needs to pee, and give the base of that tree a good watering. Like, half of your bladder.”

Waaa! I grit my teeth and stgart crawling like a dog toward the tree, my face once again a bright crimson. I feel my breasts swinging side-to-side with every step. The boys are slapping my ass at will, and they keep it up for the length of the back yard, over 60 feet.

Finally at the tree, I start to squat when Emilio interjects, “No, no, you’re a boy dog! So lift your leg, bitch.” This elicits laughter and a whole new stream of insults from the four boys.

“Need any help with that, Jeannie?”

“Don’t forget to aim!”

OMG, this can’t be happening. I’ll never live this down, never.

I pull up alongside the tree and lift my left leg. I struggle to stay balanced on two arms and one leg, and at the same time release my pee. This is not as easy as I would have thought. I finally get it started, but I was directed to only release half of my bladder here, so I work on shutting it down without falling over.

I suddenly hear the familiar voices of my neighbors. “Hey, Pete, are you seeing this?”

“Jesus, it’s the next door gal, and she’s bare-assed again…and peeing like a dog in her own back yard! This I’ve gotta see!”

Not them again! I’m going to have to move out of this neighborhood as soon as possible. But at the moment I REALLY have to pee, so I'm back on all fours, starting to crawl toward the red bucket in the middle of the yard.

Just as I get there, I hear Emilio announce, “Hold on, now! Let’s be courteous and see if any of the boys need to pee also.”

What?! The boys?! But I’m dying here!

I hear Ben speak up, “Oh, yes, now that you mention it.” Emilio waves him toward the red bucket and he unzips and lets loose. As he is finishing, he sneaks a look at me and catches me unconsciously watching him pee…with my mouth hanging open. “Like what you see, little slut?”

“OMG, no! I mean…yes?...sorry…I’m…I’m…”

Ben is smiling. “I totally understand, it is astonishing, isn’t it?!”

Phil adds, “Ohhh, now we know why she invited – or actually, BEGGED – the four of us to come to her house tonight.”

Jesus. “No…no…it’s not like that, guys. You go right ahead with your peeing, and I won’t look, I promise.”

Emilio looks at me hard for a moment. “Are you SUUURE?”

“Yes, and please hurry. I’ve also got to pee, and I can’t hold it much longer.”

Now Emilio unzips and pees…for a long time…! When he is finished, he gets a round of applause.

I can’t escape this pee-fest, as I am standing right over the bucket. I try to keep my eyes closed or looking straight ahead. The boys are surrounding me and are all staring straight at me the whole time, looking for reactions from me.

Phil steps up to the bucket and unbuttons his jeans. His pissing is fairly brief, for which I am grateful. Eddie is last and is the longest piss stream of the night, during which he smiles broadly at me. The piss bucket is starting to smell something fierce.

Now the guys each take a step back and motion to me, “Your turn, Princess Pee.”

All feelings of embarrassment disappear as I quickly squat over the bucket and quietly chuckle at Phil’s little joke. I release my bladder once again and hear splashes from the bucket. Ahhh.

Emilio returns to his pronouncements. “Very good. Now there’s one more penalty for her to complete. Since Jeannie will probably need to use that bucket for other household activities, it’ll need to be emptied out. Are you able to do that, Jeannie?”

I’m afraid to answer. “Uh…yeah…yes, I can. Where should I…?”

“Right where you are there, looks like a good spot. So, please raise the bucket above your head…”

No! He wouldn’t! Would he?!

“…then slowly and deliberately turn the bucket over so the contents pour directly onto the top of your head.”

“Wait! WAIT! Are you serious? ARE YOU SERIOUS??!”

Emilio looks at his screen and shrugs his shoulders. “No reply, Jeannie.”

I look at the other guys. They can’t quite believe what they’re about to see. No one is coming to my rescue.

“F**k, f**k, f**k!” I let out a deep breath and raise my arms overhead, one on each side of the bucket. I close my eyes. Here goes. I slowly tilt the bucket and feel the vile warm yellow liquid hit my head before trickling down the sides of my head and my face. I spit out some of it.

Now it’s dripping onto my breasts and my butt. My own pee, mixed with four boys’ pee. Ugh! What a mess!

“Okay, okay, am I allowed to take a shower now?”

Emilio reads, “This final penalty will not be complete until tomorrow morning. In the meantime, you are to lie down right here for the night. You may not leave this spot until I release you.”

I slump and drop to my knees. Well, it’s a fitting end for the day, lying wet and naked in a pool of piss for hours.

It appears that Pig-face sends a message to all four boys simultaneously, and they make their way out of my back yard and out of my house, waving good-bye but happy to be out of the smell. Pig-face’s voice now returns to my ears, “Dear Jeannie, look at you! You have never looked more beautiful! If you lie down now and remain on this spot all night, I will exit your life…”

Well, okay, I guess! “Yes, I will, I will.” I willingly, and miserably, lie down in the very wet grass. I feel like my body is actually absorbing the dirty, stinky urine. As exhausted as I am, I don’t see how I can possibly get any sleep.

“…for the time being.”

END