Slutting Stella

Old Rule: Female Students must loudly announce when they're having an orgasm, and do so less modestly than most porn stars.

Old Rule: Nudists, lacking clothing to display their personalities with, instead do it by writing on their bodies with sharpie. Whatever is written on a nudist's body become a part of their personality. If you wrote the words "Udders" On the tits of a nudists, she would exclusively refer to them as udders, unless there were other degrading names for her tits written on them, in which case she would add those to her vocabulary as well. The Forehead is the most important location of all, whatever is written there, is considered to be the truest label for that character.

You look at that word in the rule book.

Character.

When did they stop become people to you? After the first apocalypse? Were they really just characters in a game for you to play around with? You'd had the book for less than a month, and you could hardly remember what school was like before. Just the bitter despair of being ignored.

Maybe that's what drags you here now, to the girl's bathroom with Stella in tow.

You stand her in front of the mirror. "What do you see?"

"Myself."

"Really? Because I see a woman not wearing any clothes in her school's bathroom, legs spread wide open so everyone can see her pussy, gigantic tits, and who's supposed to be begging people to look at them."

"Even on the weekend?"

"Forever." you take out a sharpie, and stand in front of her. "You know what that sounds like to me?" You take the sharpie and begin to write on her forehead the letters S,L,U and T.

You step away and let her read the graffiti on her face. "Slut?" She says curiously, reaching up to touch the letters as if they were carved into her head.

You slap her on the ass. "A dumb slut if you ask me. Can't even speak right."

She gasps. "Please look at my tits, I'm so sorry Michael." She stares at herself in the mirror, as if she's seeing the reflection for the first time. She continues to run her finger along the 'SLUT' on her forehead, like it's a magical rune. "Maybe I am a slut." She whispers.

"Of course you are." It's written right there in black in isn't it? Now as punishment for not speaking properly all day, I'm going to give you a hundred spankings."

"A Hundred!"

"A hundred and one now. After each slap against your ass, you're going to say, and I'm going to spell this out for you, because you seem to be a very dumb slut. 'Please look at my tits, I'm a slut. Got it?"

"Please look at my tits, I'm a slut." She confirms, and you both make a noise of approval at how good it sounds coming out of her mouth.

Then without any warning, you bend her over the sink, and began to **** her naked ass.

"Aah! Please look at my tits, I'm a slut!" She closes her eyes, and braces for the next one. "Please look at my tits, I'm a slut!"

"Don't close your eyes."

"Please look at my tits, I'm a slut."

"Keep them open and look at yourself in the mirror."

"Please look at my tits, I'm a slut!"

"Admire what a shameless slut looks like when she's being punished."

"Please look at my tits, I'm a slut!"

"See how turned on she is?"

"Please look at my tits, I'm a slut! Ow!"

"Look at how she begs you to ogle her, even as she's being abused."

"Please look at my tits, I'm ooowww a slut. Please look AT MY TITSSS! I'm a sluut!"

"Does she beg her master to stop?" You slide your hand down her ass and begin rubbing her surprisingly wet slit. You move your up down her sex from clit, to asshole and back, lubing everything up. Not quite sure what hole you'll invade first. Completely free from worry about UTI's you porn addicted imbecile.

"Masterrr? Ow! Please look at my tits, I'm a slut!"

"No! She begs you to keep looking, she tells you what she is."

"Please look at me, I'm a slut."

I laugh at her slip of the tongue. "That's right, you're just your tits. They're the only thing about you that matters. Who would even know your name without them?"

"Oh god please look at my tits, I'm a Slut!"

"That slut in the mirror just wants to be abused more, so people will pay attention to her."

"Please look at my tits, I'm a slut!"

"Who is that slut Stella? Who is it?"

"Meeeeeee!" She cries out as you really begin beating her ass. "Please look at me, I'm a slut. Please ow ow look at my tits, I'm a tit, ow! Look at me I'm a slut. Please look at my tits, I'm a slut. Please look at my tits, I'm a slut. Please look at this slut, I'm a slut. Tits, please ow ow ow, please look at my tits."

By the time you relent, she's sagging onto her sink, completely red face, and leaking tears. Her eyes are held open with a determined glare as she takes in the form of her mirror slut form, not daring to break eye contact against your commands. "Please look at my tits, was that really a hundred?"

You pull our your member, and in the same motion shove your hard cock up her cunt. There was no good sense in wasting your lubed up fingers either, so you gently invade her asshole with about half of your thumb. You insert yourself to the hilt, and let her settle into the dual intrusions. She shrieks in surprise and grips the sink more tightly, but surprisingly doesn't say anything. She just looks at you through the mirror, with a dumb look of animal lust. So you pull back to the head, and shove yourself all the way back in. She whimpers and her eyes tremble as she looks you in the eyes.

"That was only forty." You thrust again. "We already know you're a slut. But we should share the news with everyone else too." Again you thrust, and again she whimpers. "For the other sixty You'll walk into each of your six classes announce. "Please look at my tits, I'm a slut. Michael has ordered me to be punished." Then turn around, spank your self ten times, saying the appropriate things of course. When you've done that for all your classes, come back to me for the last spank."

By the end of that command the two of you are just fucking, and she's quivering like such jelly that you're not even sure she processed it. That's alright, you'll be happy to explain it again, once the two of you are done.

You like telling Stella what to do.

She might be a newborn slut, but the girl's got potential. She's moaning, and throwing her hips back at you with the same enthusiasms you're harnessing to fuck her. Good girl. You grab a handful of her hair with your last free appendage and hold her head up to the mirror. Her ass has loosened a little, and has welcomed the rest of your thumb into it's warm embrace. You press down through her flesh wall to give your needy cock just a little bit more pressure. Stella's by no means a virgin, but you somehow doubt her last lover was very adventurous. Luckily for him he'll never have to look at a naked lady again.

"Why don't you give that slut in the mirror a kiss? She's been so kind, showing you what a slut you are, and how one behaves. You're a slut, but you're not an ingrate right?" You pound her hips forward pressing her into the counter in front of her, and getting her closer to her reflective image.

Feeling the weight of your commands and your hips she leans forward. She struggles against the grip you have on her hair, to move closer. Her lips are outstretched, aaaaalmost connect with those of her twin. Then you give her a break, and press her head forward squashing her against the mirror, deforming her beautiful face a bit against the glass. "Not like that." You chide. "Sluts kiss with their tongues, like the French, you dumb slut."

She moans and slips her tongue out between her squished lips, and begins lapping at the filthy bathroom mirror in front of her. "Heerrm." She whimpers as she debases herself to the greatest sex of her life. She might be wishing she had such pleasurable and hot sex in Paris, or on her wedding day, but you're sure that she realizes that a bathroom is the perfect place for a slut like her to have life changing sex.

"Yeah that's good." You grunt. "You two are so hot together. I should really hook you up with this other slutty pair to twins I know. They're freaks, well... one of them is."

She just squeals a bit, at your cock hits a pretty good spot on her. She makes a few pigish noises as you hit it a few more times, and she continues to lick at the mirror. "Ayyyyyem Cyummmin'!" She bleats out, just barely able to utter the words with her lips pressed against the mirror. You jump harder until finally you can feel her convulsing cunt push you out of it entirely. She exhales like she just saw the ending of 1917, and collapses against the sink.

You're a gentleman, and lower her down onto the tile floor, before you stand over her and jack off onto her convulsing form. You're surprised she beat you. After about a minute or so of **** beating, you finally cum, and get most of it on her red, exhausted, happy face, just like a pro!

The two of you cool down for a few minutes, just gasping, and heaving out breaths, sighs, and the occasional pleased grunt. "Did I die? Please look at my tits." She giggles deliriously.

"I guess it depends on how you look at rebirth."

"Please look at my tits, because I want more!" She giggles like a dummy and gets to her knees. She waddles over, tips to the side, and spills over before crawling her way back over to your exposed cock. Which she promptly swallows, and starts kneading your balls. She pulls it out, and spits on the head as she begins jacking the tired member. "Gimme more, Michael. Tell me more about what a slut I am."

You smile and tuck some hair behind her ear. "Of course, Stella. I told you, you could trust me."

I think it's about time for Halloween at our school, even though I'm pretty sure the story is supposed to be set in the second semester! I just want to do holiday specials. Also I have literally no idea what to do for Halloween, so post your suggestions and I'll write up a chapter for whoever the winner is.