A humiliating encounter

As Claire approached the front door, she noticed a guy stood in the hallway looking out over the street. As he noticed her, he beckoned her inside.

“Claire, right?” His voice was clearly slurred as he spoke.

Even as he addressed her, his eyes tracked everywhere but her face, lecherously crawling over her body. Claire just rolled her eyes. If she lashed out at everyone that ever perved on her, she’d have no friends at all. She’d accepted long ago that leers and ‘accidental’ groping was just the curse that came with her body. Trying to fight that fact would just leave her tired and bitter, and expecting a drunk teen to respect her as a woman was an exercise in futility.

“You are?”

“Your bro’s friend.” She took his word for it. She didn’t really remember any of her brother’s friends, but she did remember them constantly perving on her when he had them over, so his behaviour tracked. If he was her brother’s friend, he must have been close to graduating high school, and it might well have been one of his first nights out drinking.

“You here for the party?”

“Just to pick John up, thanks.”

“Shame. I thought the party was finally going to pick up.”

“So where is he?”

“Care for a drink?” he said, ignoring her question.

“I just want to know where my brother is.”

“Oh, come on. Relax. Just have a drink with me and I’ll take you over to him.” He offered her a glass of clear liquid.

“Have you spiked this?”

“What? No! I wouldn- Look, I’ll show you.” Without any hesitation, the boy brought the drink to his lips and took a gulp. Claire noticed him wince as he drank it and eyed it suspiciously. Once done, he once again held the glass out for Claire. She took it and brought it up to her nose. She immediately recognised the strong smell it gave off.

“This is straight vodka!”

“It sure is.”

“Are you trying to make me sick?”

“You’re a college girl, right? I’m sure you can handle one little glass.” That ‘one little glass’ held close to two dozen shots of liquor in it by Claire’s estimates.

“Fuck that. I’m not drinking this.” She shoved the glass back into his hands, spilling a little down his front. She was too tired to deal with some drunk pervert's antics. “I’ll find him myself” she said as she stormed off into the house.

“Suit yourself. I’ll be right here if you change your mind” he called out after her.

Ignoring him, Claire headed straight upstairs. Her first instinct was that she’d find John in one of the bathrooms, leaning over a toilet. She poked her head around in some of the rooms upstairs and found a couple of bathrooms with queues outside but after pushing through and knocking on each found John wasn’t in them. She had no luck with the bedrooms either and everyone she asked either didn’t know where or who John was.

Heading back downstairs she did a round of the floorplan and looked out into the garden, but everywhere was too crowded. She didn’t know any of john’s friends, so she was looking for one guy in a large crowd, and there was too much noise around to call for him. After making three rounds of the house, she had to admit defeat. She walked back to where the drunk pervert was waiting for her was waiting for her. He had a cocky smirk on his face on seeing her.

“You find him then?” he taunted her.

“You know I didn’t. Tell me where he is.” She fumed in an effort to intimidate him, though he was too drunk to be fazed by her.

“Same offer as last time.” He held up the glass for her again, topped up since she spilled some on him.

She glared at the fluid offered to her. She was too tired to be messing about like this. If this was what it took to get all this other with, she’d just grit her teeth. If this perv thought he was going to get her drunk and have some fun with her, he was sorely mistaken. **** took time to set in. She’d be almost home by the time she started feeling its effects. She might have a hangover again come the morning but at least she’d sleep like a rock.

“Ugh, fine.” She made him test it again in front of her. She doubted he’d **** it while she was gone but it meant there was less of it to drink. She took the glass from him as he lifted his own drink, heavily diluted with cola, in a mock toast. She ignored him and lifted the glass to her lips. Just the smell alone was enough to burn her nostrils. She held her breath and began to drink.

Her tongue, nose and throat all burned as the fluid assaulted her senses, and her eyes teared up. She only managed two gulps before her body refused to take anymore. It took all her focus not to spit it out on the floor. The boy caught her hand as she almost dropped the glass and held it as she recovered.

“Ngh, that’s strong” she spluttered out between coughs.

“Yeah, it’s not some basic store-brand stuff. Got a good proof on it” he said like he was especially proud of his choice of drink. “Come on, drink up. You still got some left.”

Claire pushed herself to continue. She didn’t want any more of it in her mouth, but she’d come too far to quit now. She brought the glass back to her lips and this time poured it back, determined to finish it all at once. The second half was no better than the first, and though she managed to swallow all of it down, the fire burning in her gullet almost made her retch.

“There, see. I knew you could handle it. Don’t you feel a lot better now?”

“Take me to my brother.”

“Hey now. There’s no need to be so hostile. Just relax. We’ll get to your brother soon.”

“I’m not interested alright.” The guy was clearly not taking a hint, so it was time Claire laid down the line for him. “Whatever shot you think you have with me. I’m not some high-school hussy who’ll just open their legs for a free drink. I already did what you asked. I don’t have to do anything else.”

The boy seemed shocked by her sudden resolve. Claire hadn’t expected to really get through to him in the state he was. For the moment at least, he stopped beating around the bush.

“Okay, okay, fine. I tell you what. Just show me your tits and I promise I won’t nag you anymore.”

“You mean you won’t say another word to me until I leave with John?”

“Yeah, I promise. But I don’t just mean a flash either. I want a good look at them.”

“Alright, fine. But you’d better burn them into your brain, cus you’re never seeing them again.”

“Whatever you say. Now pull that top up.”

Claire burned with shame at taking orders from this boy. She knew he’d enjoy it more to see her squirm, so she resolved to just get it over with. She only needed to keep them out a few seconds to say she’d done her part. Giving him no time to grow excited in anticipation, she grabbed hold of her camisole and pulled it up to her shoulders. Without a bra to contain them, her boobs bounced out of her top and swung back into place. A dumb grin plastered itself across the boy’s face as he stared down at her unveiled body.

A sudden wolf whistle pulled her attention away from him. For a moment, Claire had been so distracted by the boy that she’d completely forgotten she was in public. She blushed as everyone along the hallway turned to watch her display herself. Her body froze in place as countless eyes locked on her naked flesh. A chorus of jeers and cheers reached her ears. For a moment her frustration vanished and was replaced with something… rather pleasant. Some small part of her was kind of enjoying the sudden attention. Proof that the doctor really was right about her.

As her attention was elsewhere, she saw a sudden blur of motion out of the corner of her eyes. Just as she turned back to the boy, she heard the click of a shutter. The boy was holding his phone up pointed towards her. He grinned as he examined the photo he’d taken, then turned his phone around to show Claire. The shot was taken right as she’d turned back to him with a dazed smile and a blush on her face. The snapshot made it look like she was giddily excited displaying her chest to him.

“Hey, I didn’t say you could take that!”

“Ah come on. You’ve got hundreds like it online anyway.”

“Wh-” Claire startled, then suddenly realised he was referring to the website people posted all the photos they took of her while she was drunk. That explained why he was acting so cocky towards her. He knew all about the things she’d done at college. He’d seen the hundreds of pictures painting her as some cheap party slut. It was no wonder he thought she was some easy lay. He’d probably jerked himself off to those pictures dozens of times, imagining what he would do with the opportunity to get her deep into her cups himself.

Those pictures of hers had spread much farther than she'd expected. It didn’t bother her that a bunch of guys she didn’t know had seen her tits, but it worried her a little what that meant for John. If those graphic pictures of her could have spread among his friends and classmates, that would be a humiliating position for her to put him in.

And beneath that Claire felt an impending dread that the site would continue to spread, soiling her reputation among all she met. Would that be the factor deciding how her life went, when every potential employer and partner had seen those pictures? Only getting dates from guys expecting easy hook-ups in a back alley? Only getting interviews from sleazy employers who expected a little ‘under-the-table service’? Was she destined to become one of *those* kinds of ‘secretaries’ - a glorified whore on a payroll?

Claire caught herself before her anxiety spiked. She was letting her imagination run away with her. This was exactly why she needed therapy – To eradicate that toxic persona of hers that was the root of all her issues. She just needed to dedicate herself to her treatment. No matter how embarrassing it may be in the short term, she just needed to do what the doctor said to ensure a happy future. She took a deep breath and pulled herself back to reality. One thing at a time. She still had to deal with this guy and find her brother.

There was no point in telling the boy to delete the picture. No doubt he was just going to say something like ‘Only if you let me play with them a bit’ or something, then that would lead to another thing until it he was asking her to suck his dick right in the hallway. He fancied himself a puppet master, goading her and delaying her until the drink he’d given her had set in. It might have worked on one of the naïve girls in his own class, but she wasn’t going to play that game.

“Whatever, keep it I you want. I’ve done what you said. Now you’re going to take me to John and you’re not going to say one word to me again unless I need you.”

The kid didn’t seem phased she wasn’t playing along. He gave an exaggerated mock salute and indicated a direction to head in, towards the rear of the house. He might have been a bit of a prick, but he was keeping to his word at least. She led the way, allowing him to point the way if she went off track.

As they headed through the lounge, Claire felt her skirt flick up behind her. She didn’t need to look back to know what caused it. The perv was trying to goad her into lashing out at him so he could talk back to her. He seemed to enjoy getting a rise out of her. Claire decided she wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction and ignored him. He tried a few more time, flicking her skirt up more each time. He was flashing her panties to everyone around them, but since none of them knew her, it really didn’t matter.

For a moment, the boy stopped pulling her skirt up, and Claire dared to think he might have grown bored, but she jumped as his palm suddenly smacked against her ass. Her inaction had only caused him to grow bolder, probing more and more to get a response from her. His hand stayed pressed against her ass, gently squeezing and groping it as they walked.

Claire just continued to ignore him. It wasn’t worth confronting him about. There was just no reasoning with a horny drunk teenage boy. Any attempt to would just waste time and give him the attention he clearly wanted. Chewing him out wouldn’t accomplish anything, especially when she still needed him to guide her where to go. Making a scene would just draw everything out, and she just wanted to get home. There was only so much he could do to harass her in public without really getting himself into trouble, so Claire was ready to endure whatever his pervy mind conjured up.

The boy stopped pointing Claire which way to go, instead using the hand on her ass to push her in the right direction, which she had to admit felt especially degrading. Thankfully it was discrete, and nobody paid attention to the predicament she was in. He guided her out into garden, and then around the house to an alcove she hadn’t noticed on her sweeps. She kicked herself for not finding it on her own. It wasn’t particularly hidden.

“Hey John!” She rushed over to her brother on seeing him, escaping the grip on her ass. He was sat down at a round, iron garden table with his head in his hands. There were other boys chatting around the table she assumed were his other friends.

As she pulled up to him, Claire could tell that something was wrong. He was slow to respond to his name, his whole body swayed as he lifted his head toward her, and his gaze was unfocused as he regarded her. He looked ready to topple over at any moment. This ran beyond social drinking. Something had stressed him out enough to drive him to this state.

“Claire…” He gave a shallow smile for a moment.

“Are you okay?” She bent down over the table with her hands planted to meet his eye.

“I… ugh…”

“He wasn’t feeling great, so we brought him out for some air. He could probably do with a couple minutes” one of the guys around offered. She recognised his voice from the phone. He handed her a mobile she recognised as John’s. She was glad at least one of his friends was reliable.

“Alright. I’ll give you a couple of minutes before we start walking. Just take some deep breaths John. You’ll start to feel better.” John nodded without looking up. It looked like it was taking all his effort to hold himself back from throwing up. “Has he already been sick?” she addressed the friend who had spoken to her.

“We made him throw up before. He shouldn’t need to again.”

She turned back to John and leaned in closer to him. “It’s okay bro. I’m going to get you home. You’re safe.” Claire had no idea what was eating at her brother, but her top priority was to reassure him. When they were alone, she could see if he felt like opening up. Right now, she wanted him to feel the way she remembered feeling with him last night. His face seemed to light up slightly before his eyes grew vacant again and he nestled his face down into his arms.

Waiting for her brother to recover, Claire began to take in the people around her. A few of the boys were engrossed in conversation, but many of them were leering down at the body stretched out before them. Under their gazes, Claire started to feel underdressed. Her camisole had ridden up to expose her stomach to view and threatened more. She realised the mistake she’d made in bending down in front of these drunk teens.

Before she could rise however, Claire felt a hand on her hips, and she immediately knew who it was. In the time she had spent talking, the pervert had come upon the table. With Claire stooped forward, he stepped right up behind her, pushing his crotch against her ass. He must have realised his time was running out and was doing everything he could to get a rise out of her before she left. Claire was far too stubborn to give him the satisfaction.

Claire could feel the boy’s erection through his pants pressed between her ass cheeks. His hands gripped her hips holding her in place so she couldn’t straighten up. Slowly, he began to rock his hips in tiny motions, rubbing his crotch into her backside. She could feel the friction of her body on his cock through the layers of fabric. She couldn’t believe his audacity, openly using her body to stimulate himself, and she was letting him get away with. This was a matter of pride though, and the only pride she had left was not letting him have the pleasure of beating her. She only had to put up with it for a couple more minutes.

The other boys were starting to notice what was going on. Some looked at the perv like he was some sort of hero. A few sniggers went around among them. No doubt the perv was making some crude gesture mocking her behind her back. It was humiliating to have an audience to her objectification, but it was too late to help it now. They probably already thought she was a slut anyway. They’d probably all shared the link to her site among themselves. They’d probably all watched the videos, seen her naked body, jerked off to her servicing the cocks of countless strangers.

Claire caught herself. She realised she was once again fuelling her own humiliation, in what was apparently becoming a habit. It didn’t matter what these boys thought of her. In a matter of minutes, she’d be on her way home and this whole incident would be behind her. Who cared if she was giving some adolescents that night’s jerk-off material.

Claire began to tune out everything around her. Her entire attention and focus was helplessly drawn to a single sensation – the thick, throbbing penis rubbing between her ass cheeks. Even through four layers of fabric, it felt like they were making direct, intimate contact. She knew at that point she should have stopped it. This went beyond mere pervy antics. Her body was being abused like some kind of sex doll. Even now though she couldn’t bring herself to stop it. Something inside her was telling her to just let it go, filling her mind with paralyzing uncertainty. Claire had to wonder if it was really her pride saying that. The degrading situation continued to play on until the boy seemed to tire and stopped, and he pulled his cock back from the delve of her ass.

Just as Clare dared to think he’d stopped; a sudden smack knocked her off balance as his crotch collided with her backside. She was **** to bend low and plant her arms on the table to steady herself, placing herself in the exact position he wanted her. Another pelvic thrust came, and then another as the man began dry humping her. He quickly picked up a steady rhythm and soon the air was filled with the sound of his hips clapping against her ass through the fabric as he mimed fucking her over the table. All the boys had taken notice of the spectacle now, and the show was prime entertainment for their hormonal brains. Their gazes filled with lust as they watched her being manhandled by their friend. No doubt some had their phones out, recording her degradation to be posted on her site.

With one final escalation, the perv leaned in and pulled her top up. Her bare tits dropped out in front of the other boys and rocked about in opposite motion to her body. Claire was focusing her efforts on keeping herself steady. She could only spare an arm for moments to pull her top back down, but each time she did the perv simply freed her tits again. She was **** to relent and allow them to swing free in front of the lustful gazes of her audience. The rocking sent vibrations through her body, causing her tits to jiggle vigorously as they swung.

Claire was losing control of the situation. The pervert had taken his games way too far. Though she hated to admit defeat to him, it was time to bring all of this to an end. She leaned in and braced herself against the table, readying herself to push back against the boy, and-

“Claire?...”

Having let herself become distracted, Claire had completely forgotten about John seated right in front of her. She froze in horror as he raised his head to lock eyes with her. John could only watch in a daze as his friend mimed fucking his sister, and her fat tits swung right in front of his face. He didn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes sent a piercing chill down Claire’s spine. Claire had been steeling herself against the perv’s actions until now, but that look on his face shattered her resolve.

Claire felt her body go limp as the fight left her body. Even as John buried his head in shame of what he had witnessed, she couldn’t muster the will to resist any longer. The weight of her brother’s disappointment ate away inside her. Sensing her resistance dissolve, the perv took the chance to hike her skirt up and slip her panties down enough to begin smacking his crotch into her bare ass, cementing her humiliation. The sounds of her ass clapping drew more graphic with its exposure. She was completely powerless to prevent it.

It would have been less humiliating to have him fucking her over the table. At least then she could claim to be getting her own pleasure out of it. As it was, she was practically his fuck doll being jostled around for their entertainment. Her audience was growing bold now, leaning in to run their hands across her body, and she couldn’t bring herself to stop them.

This was just like the porn she’d gotten off to alongside John earlier that day. Seeing the nurse in her submissive, degrading situation as the men harassed her had turned her more than Claire could have imagined. At the time she had thought she as too strong to ever let something like that happen to herself. She thought it was an entirely make-believe fantasy. Yet she’d let herself get pushed into it just as easily as that porn nurse had.

Claire felt a fluid streaming down her thighs. She wanted desperately to deny it, but deep inside her she knew it was her own juices. Had it really been for her pride that she refused to confront the man doing this to her, to allow it to escalate this far? Or did she secretly long for this, to let herself be dominated and humiliated by him, to be put in her natural place? The sound of the clapping was growing noticeably moist. The boys were bound to notice how soaked she was. There was no hiding it from them now.

“Please…” she begged out loud, though she had no idea who to. To her assailant, to plead for him to put her humiliation to an end? To John, to forget the degrading situation he had witnessed? Or to herself, to allow herself to submit completely, allow the **** to wash its way over her mind and become the toy of a dozen horny teens? Her body yearned for it, to give in to the instinctive depraved behaviour she had conditioned herself into over countless drunken nights.

It was almost too late now. The humiliation had pushed her mind into depravity. Her body was thrumming with need and heat. Every clap of her ass sent a jolt of arousal through her body. Her juices pooled down legs. She was powerless to resist. Once these boys grew restless and stole her away to a bedroom, she would spend the whole night shamelessly devoted to fulfilling every one of their wildest fantasies.

In one last moment of clarity, Claire looked at her brother in front of her. His head was tucked into his arms on the table, his shoulders rising slowly with shallow breaths. He had fallen into a stupor, now oblivious to and despite what was taking place before him. Claire felt a heavy weight forming in her stomach as she watched him – guilt at what she had put him through. It was the only sense of reason she had left, and she clutched onto it with everything she could muster to keep her lust in check. She had to stop this. She gathered the lasts remnants of her resolve and pushed herself off the table.

The perv showed remarkably little resistance to her pulling herself from her clutches, perhaps realising he had gone too far. Still reeling with embarrassment, Claire turned away from the group to fix her dishevelled outfit. She had **** but to let her panties soak up her pussy juices lest it soil her skirt. None of the boys said a word as she did so. No doubt they were watching her every move. Claire couldn’t bring herself to face them again, instead circling around the group to where John was sitting.

“C’mon John, it’s time to go” she nudged him on the shoulder to rouse him. She wanted to be away from here as quickly as possible.

“Hm… huh? Claire?” John startled in confusion as she woke him. It would have been nice if John forgot everything that happened, or thought it was a dream. Claire dared to hope.

“I’m taking you home. It’s time to go.”

“Mmm…” He allowed her to lift him up. One of the boys helped her with it, the one that had first called her out here in the first place. For a moment their eyes met. He looked… sorry. Claire broke her gaze and brought John’s arm over her shoulder. He seemed alright to walk on his own, but he needed her to guide him. Without looking back, Claire led him around the side of the house, only letting out a breath when she pulled out of sight of the others.

It was going to be a long walk home with that hanging over her.

Author's Note

Hi everyone. Hope you're enjoying the story so far. I've got a general plan for where the story is headed but there's still plenty of room for tweaks and new ideas, so if you have any thoughts about what you'd like to see, let me know.

There's one thing I'd like to hear from you at the moment.

In the story Claire and Lilith occasionally come into sexual encounters with men other than John, like in this current chapter. Is this something people like to see more of or would rather avoid, given that John will always be the major focus in the main story?

(I may write sort of 'what-if' chapters branching off from certain parts of the story once I approach the ending)

Thanks for taking the time to read this story. Please remember to like my chapters if you enjoy them. It really motivates me to keep writing to know there are people who like reading them.