Humiliation Day 1 of 365

The next day, Craig is waiting for you in the living room. He's wearing a black t-shirt and sweatpants.

"It's time," he says, grinning.

You sigh. You can't back down now.

"Fine," you say, scowling.

You return to your room to try to get together a Mercy cosplay seeing as you don't have a pre made one already.

You dig through some of your girlfriends clothes to find some items that would work.

You finally find a skimpy outfit, with a short skirt a top. It looks *very* revealing.

You keep looking for more items, eventually finding the Halloween costume box. Inside you find a perfect blonde wig.

You put everything on, but your girlfriends top keeps falling down. You try to tie it down, clip it, everything.

That's when you remember - there are some fake 'glue on' sillicon tits in this box somewhere. Those would help keep the top up.

"If you're going to do this, might as well be done right..." you think to yourself.

You do a final check in the mirror before your walk of shame. You have to admit, you do look good enough...

You leave your room and go into the living room. Craig wolf whistles at you.

"Look at little Mercy all dressed up!" he says, laughing.

The rest of the team, who is also present, starts laughing.

"I can't believe you actually agreed to this," Craig says, shaking his head.

"Can we just get this over with?" you say, gritting your teeth.

"Fine by me. I'm sure the others are eager to see more," he says.

He pulls out his phone and opens the camera app.

"Say cheese, little mercy main!" he says, smirking.

He snaps a few photos of you.

"I'm sure these will get a lot of likes on Instagram," he says.

You storm off towards Craig's room. It's full of junk, with clothes strewn all over the floor.

"Do a twirl for the camera," Craig says as he follows you in.

You turn to him snapping, ready to tell him off. You accidentally move too fast and you fall onto the bed, revealing your 'mery cosplay' panties.

"Nice panties, Mercy," he says.

He takes a photo of you from the back.

"You like being humiliated, huh?" he says, chuckling.

You say nothing as you look down at your dick hardening against your will. There was no denying that you were getting some twisted pleasure from this.

"I thought so. Go on, Mercy. Do my laundry," he says.

You gather up his dirty clothes, which smell like body odor. You take them to the washer and fill it up. You put in the detergent and press start.

"Good girl. Now, get over here," he says.

You reluctantly walk back over to him.

He closes the door to his room, giving you both some privacy.

"Seeing you in that outfit really gets me going. Why don't you put on a show for me, Mercy?" he says, smirking.

Before you can protest, he gives you an offer.

"Suck my cock, and Ill let you off the hook for the laundry. "

"W-what?" you stammer.

"You heard me. Suck my dick, and I won't make you wear that outfit around the house.

You look at him, then down at his bulging erection.

"I.. I-Im not sure.. " you say.

"Don't act like you're not enjoying this. I can see your cock straining against your panties. You're practically begging for it," he says, grinning.

You blush.

"If you want out of this, my dick needs to cum. So get sucking, little Mercy," he says, smirking.