For the Defeated, A Walk of Shame

With a flash of light, they arrived in the sports shed. Gordon smirking as he snapped the rulebook closed, knowing the rules he'd written would prevent anyone from seeing it as strange. As far as anyone else was concerned, they had simply arrived as if by normal means.

It was good to be a god.

As soon as they arrived, Diana stumbled forwards, looking around for her sister.

"Lisa!"

"Diana!"

"Are you all right?" Diana asked, "You look absolutely exhausted."

"I'm fine..." Lisa said, though it was not quite true. David and Lillian had pressed her to her absolute limit trying to find out about the rulebook, even though she knew nothing about it at all! She been tormented with hot wax, rode a wooden horse, and then used to pleasure anyone that David deemed worthy. She was beyond tired, her whole body was spent, and she could feel the aches and pains of her treatment. She could barely walk properly, and her mind felt slow and sluggish, as though had forgotten something important but could not grasp at it no matter how hard she tried.

Diana, for her part, looked equally dishevelled, having been fucked by Gordon a few moments before. She was extremely aware of the fact that her pussy was still wet, and that she was sweaty, her hair a mess. Though, she had been naked near constantly for the last few weeks, she still felt a spike of terror at the thought of being seen by others without clothes, a feeling which was only magnified when David turned his eyes on her, grinning in lurid victory.

"Looking good Diana." He chuckled, "I think this is the best look for you yet. Maybe if you had been nicer to people, you wouldn't have ended up like this but I can't say that I'm upset by it."

Diana had to bite back her retort, knowing that she would be punished for it. Instead, she looked for the third member of their group, Stacy, who was still kneeling and trussed up in the corner, moaning softly into her gag as the magic wand pleasured her pussy. It might have felt good at first, but now it was surely unrelenting, for she had come several times, and it was still going. She looked at Diana, her eyes were wide and pleading.

"M-master..." Diana said, turning to face Gordon. "I'm sorry, I know it's not my place...but Stacy seems to be having a hard time, i-is she being punished?"

"Hmm? Her?" Gordon asked, "Lillian?"

"Nah." The dark haired girl said, waving a hand, "this is just how I like to keep her, the little slut. I want to see if I can make her hate her own body, you know? Use all of her senses against her, give her no rest, and no break, just constantly bombard her until she's nothing more than a mewling little **** to do whatever I want. After that, I'm just going to throw her to the rest of the college. My job will be done."

Diana tried not to look at the tears rolling down Stacy's face. Even as Lillian's words stabbed her like a blade in the gut. Stacy was her friend. Stacy was her best friend, they'd grown up together, and gone through life together. She didn't deserve this. No one deserved this.

Even though she didn't voice it outloud, Gordon seemed to catch her thoughts, looking to her with a quizzical expression.

"Something else you wanted to say?"

"N-no sir..."

"Are you sure? This might be the only chance you have."

"N-no, it's fine." Diana said again, taking a deep breath as her eyes fell towards the ground. "We're all slaves, so you can do with us what you want. We have no rights except those you give us..."

Gordon was smirking as she said it, a gleeful little shine of victory in his eyes.

"That's right." He said, "We can do whatever we want to you. But we probably should get you cleaned up. All three of you are sweaty and dirt, we don't want that do we?"

He looked to David who grinned.

"The showers?"

"Of course."

of course, it wasn't as simple as just having them walk to the showers. That wasn't humiliating enough, not degrading enough for Lillian or David. They were made to stand in a line, facing towards the door. Stacy went first, and then Diana, and then Lisa. All three of the slaves felt the anticipation rising, Diana's womanhood felt hot, her clit buzzing for stimulation, making her mouth feel dry. She tried to shake it off, but she'd always had a kink for things like this, even if this wasn't what she had imagined. The knowledge that soon they would be marched off through the campus made her feel shaky and wet.

Lillian buzzed around them, orchestrating their latest torment. She took Lisa, who was at the front of the line, and tied her hands in front of her, binding them together under her breasts. She then trailed a length of rope under them all, stringing it between their legs, and using it to tie Lisa's hands behind her. As she pulled it tight, the rope between their legs rose up, and Diana felt it pushing against her lower lips, spreading her labia slightly. It felt rough and harsh against her womanhood, but not as bad as it would feel when they started to walk!

Lillian fussed around them for a few more minutes, making sure the rope was as tight as it could be, and then, just to be an asshole, she found several metal bells which she tied to a length of string, and looped through each of the piercings on their breasts. The weight of the bells tugged at Diana's chest, not painfully, but obviously, and when she moved, it would make the bell ring. She felt her face heating up as she realised it, but it was too late now. The door was opened, and as one, the three bound slaves were urged out into the world.

The journey to the showers was...hellish. The rope between her legs moved back and forth with the motion of their walk, pleasuring them with each step. It was hard to ignore, and especially with how **** it made her feel, each moment it brushed against her pussy, reminding her constantly of its presence. It was even worse when it brushed against her clit ring, when that happened, Diana would have to stifle moans, as heat flowed through her body. Even after the first few steps, she felt her pussy becoming hot and tight, but Lillian didn't let them stop. They had to keep moving, to keep walking. The bells that they were wearing started to ring as the women each tried to fight against their rising arousal, sudden movements made them jingle, marking each time that one of them felt a wave of pleasure. It was humiliating and shameful in a whole new way, not only were they being pleasured, but thanks to the bells, their every move was being noted, it wasn't a private thing at all, but open to the whole world.

Diana closed her eyes, but she couldn't escape the sounds. The tinkling of the bells, the breathless moans of her companions, the hot feeling of the rope rising up between her lower lips. She felt her toes becoming numb, the tightness in her pussy growing greater and greater, a great heat bathed her lower self, and she felt the sweat rolling down the back of her neck. Was she going to cum from this? It felt horrible! She was so open and so exposed, her whole body put on display, and she could hear the people gathering as well. Murmuring and calling.

David was laughing. Stacy was still crying, Diana could feel the presence of the crowd crushing against her mind. Her body shuddered and shivered, but she kept going, kept walking, she wasn't allowed to step. Each step, her lower body grew hotter and tighter, her orgasm building and building. She tried to focus, tried to build walls in her mind, to separate herself from it, to deny it.

It worked, for a little while. But not forever. With each step, the rope tugged and twisted, snaking its way between her labia, making her bit her lower lip as she tried to fight off the feeling. Her nerves were screaming for release, the weight of the bells pulled against her breasts, making them sway back and forth as she tried to control herself. She was gasping, her head felt like it was filling with fog, a deep need to climax was filling her body, her clit and pussy ached for release.

She knew that people were pointing now. Someone catcalled them, and the cry was taken up, jeers and taunts filled the air, making it as if she had never been one of them. Their friend Diana was long gone in the minds of these people. Most of them probably didn't even care to remember that until a few weeks ago, she'd been just like them. Now they eagerly embraced the sex **** tradition. They laughed and jeered and pointed at them, and made bets on which one would crack first.

Each step was hellish for Diana now. Her whole body was becoming more and more sensitive, her pussy demanding release. She was moaning and gasping, trying to **** her nerves into submission, even though the rope teased and beguiled her. Her hands were tied behind her back, so she could do nothing but keep moving, keep walking even though she wanted nothing more than to stop. But she couldn't stop, and she couldn't cum either. Not in front of the crowd, not like some **** that they expected her to be. She was better, damn it, she was still Diana! She was still the person who had aspirations, and knew where she wanted to go in life. This wasn't it, this wasn't the end...

She just had to keep going. Keep moving. One foot in front of the other. She still had her chance, she still had-

She climaxed. The feeling came upon her hard, breaking through her barriers, her pussy pulsed with traitorous pleasure, which swamped her mind, her mouth opened in a long, silent moan, and her body began to feel tingly all over. Desperately, she tried to fight back, but it only made the feeling stronger, the attempted denial merely made the stimulation all the more powerful. She moaned and gasped, staggering as her feet refused to take her weight. Lisa and Stacy both managed to stop as Diana crashed to the ground, the whole crowd watched as she fought her own body, gasping and moaning, trying not to climax.

It was useless. The feeling grew stronger and stronger, battering aside any defence she could raise, crushing any barrier. The shameful bells jingled loudly at the rising and falling of her chest, Diana threw her head back, her whole body pulsed with heat, the climax tore through her flesh, her ecstasy spiking and rising, making her shudder and moan.

She came in front of everyone, so obviously that there could be no mistake. Despair tore at her mind, even as the pleasure spiked and threatened to carry her away. Her face went red, and she trembled as the crowd jeered and laughed and booed.

And they hadn't even reached the showers yet.