The Penalty of Defeat

With nothing else to say, Michelle reached for the comfy, over-sized top. her fingers curled about it and she began to pull it up and over her head. Her skin tingled, every inch of her that was revealed was revealed to the camera as well. The air hitched in her lungs, and she felt herself beginning to tremble.

Was she really going to do this?

Was she really going to strip for some stranger? Worse, to make a recording of it? It could get on the internet! It could ruin her life!

But she had to, didn't she? Those had been the terms of the bet. She'd known the risks when she agreed. There was no way to back out now.

She pulled the top off, letting it spiral to the ground as the fog from the shower kissed her naked skin. She was wearing no bra, her breasts were fully exposed. Her pink nipples already hardening. She could feel the glare of the phone, of the camera. Somehow at once both judgemental and anticipatory. A shiver crawled up her spine, and one of her hands fell to the waistband of her trousers. She began to push them down, exposing herself slowly, as if desperately trying to put off that moment for as long as she could.

She looked at the camera again, hating the feeling of heat which twisted through her body. A faint echo of desire rumbled through her lower self. She knew she was getting wetter and she also knew that in a moment she wouldn't be able to hide that at all. David had left explicit in instructions on everything she was supposed to do.

Her eyes pressed closed. Her chest fluttered. Adrenaline surged through her, but there was no fight or flight now. There was only submit.

The sleeping trousers hit the tiled floor and Michelle was now naked. Her legs were long; her body was trimmed and toned. Not particularly muscular, but she had definition and now it was all on display. Heat broiled through her as she imagined how many people would end up seeing this. Seeing her. David? Definitely. Would he show it to his friends? Maybe. Probably. He'd want to brag, wouldn't he? He'd want to show everyone.

Michelle's pussy was shaved but for a thin strip of dark hair, the only evidence on her body that she was not a natural blond. She always hated when people brought that up. The dark hair that was her natural colour was a remnant of who she'd been before, but she'd long since left that timid girl behind.

She would never have been able to **** herself to do something like this.

"I'm naked now," Michelle was talking. Mostly to herself. David hadn't asked for that, but she couldn't seem to stop. "I'm not wearing anything. Not even a bra. This is what you asked for, isn't it? This is what you wanted? But not all of it."

She closed her eyes, knowing what had to come next. Her pussy was already throbbing. Arousal surged through her, building and building. Michelle bit her lower lip, her fingers pressed against her vulva, rubbing her labia and pulling them apart just slightly. It felt strangely humiliating to be standing there in the bathroom, her legs spread, her hands pulling her pussy apart so that the winner of a bet could see her with no dignity at all.

"I..." She swallowed, but **** herself to go on. David had told her to give a verbal report of her condition as well as a visual one. He would be able to see for himself, but that wasn't the point. He wanted to hear her say it. To make her acknowledge it. "I'm really wet. My clit feels hot, and when I brush myself with my finger, my pussy tingles."

Fuck. What kind of woman said things like that? What kind of anyone did? But it turned her on for some reason she did not want to think about. With each word she spoke, her pussy burned for more. The camera watched, the people of the future watched. All of those who would see this one day. She felt them now, their eyes boring into her body.

She reached for the rucksack next. Within it, there were two things. One of them was a bottle with a push-top. The other was a long object made of stainless steel. It had a thick, rounded body with a pointed tip and a narrow tail which ended in a large, flat surface.

It was a butt-plug. A medium sized one, or so she'd been told. She eyed it suspiciously, but it was clean and fresh. She'd opened the packaging herself. A shiver of apprehension wormed its way through her body. She'd always been curious about anal sex and anal toys, but she'd never been able to bring herself to try it.

To think that this would be her first!

She scowled at the camera, holding the toy in one hand. Slowly, she dropped top her knees, keeping her legs spread so that the camera could still watch her pussy. That too had been one of the commands.

"I know you're looking forward to what comes next," she said with a scowl, but it couldn't disguise the tremble in her lips. With one hand, she brought the top up to her face, the gleaming metal reflected her back at herself. She was glad that it was new, that it had never been used.

She opened her mouth and started to pleasure it. Her tongue licked out, dancing around the chrome body, she sucked it, moving her head back and forth. All the while, her face burned in shame and humiliation.

I'm giving a blowjob to a sex toy, she thought to herself. I'm blowing a damned butt-plug.

But David had been explicit on that too. She had to give it a blowjob like it was the cock of her boyfriend, like she wanted to make it cum all over her face. His exact wording floated through her mind, adding to her humiliation. Even as she sucked on it, her other hand moved between her legs, rubbing her pussy in quick, circular motion. The feeling made her knees weak. Her face was red. She hated it and yet also loved it. The defeat and the submission, the fact that she had brought this on herself. She should have known better than to take the bet, but she'd done it anyway.

Why? Because she could. Because Michelle Harris liked to win, and when you wanted to win, there was always the chance that you would lose big.

As the pleasure sparked and jumped, and her pussy began to get wetter and wetter, Michelle's hand sped up, her fingers teasing her folds, pushing against her labia, stroking and touching herself for the crowd she could not even see.

After what seemed like forever, she finally decided that the butt-plug had received enough pleasure. She pulled it out of her mouth, her eyes falling to the ground. Trying not to look at the camera as she reached for the bottle of lubricant. It felt cold, coiling in her hand as she depressed at the top of the bottle.

Michelle tried to pretend that this was all just her on her own, that no one was watching, that she just wanted to enjoy herself a little. But the presence of the phone and the knowledge of what it represented felt heavy in her mind.

She rubbed the lubricant onto the butt-plug, playing her hands across its metal surface. It felt so big. Her skin tingled, and her muscles clenched. Could it really fit inside of her? She was going to find out. When she felt she could draw the moment out no longer, Michelle knelt down with her back to the camera. She leaned forward, her breasts pressed against the cold floor. Her nipples tingled, and she tried not to notice just how amazingly horny this feeling made her. With her legs spread and her ass towards the camera, the viewers had a perfect view of her rear and pussy. She presented herself to them, helpless and naked. Could they see how wet she was right now? Did they know?

They had to know.

She swallowed, a soft moan escaped her lips as the tip of the metal toy pressed against her puckered ass. The lubricant made it feel slimy and even cold. Her muscles tensed, coiling like ropes under her skin. Th tip of the toy felt alien and foreign, she'd never taken anything up her ass before and this one was large for a beginner. Michelle felt tears in the corners of her eyes, humiliation and stimulation combining with pleasure and lust to wash over her like a great tide.

The butt-plug sank into her, inch by inch. She felt it all, every movement, every press against the sides of her anus. Michelle couldn't seem to keep quiet, each time it moved she let out a moan or a grunt. Her face was burning red, she couldn't believe she was on her hands and knees, forcing a toy up her ass for a camera.

All because of a stupid bet!

Her body shook. Her pussy ached to be touched, she realised with a splash of shame that she was grinding against the air. rocking back and forth as the toy sank home. The large body felt hard and cold inside of her, but also good in a strange way. it filled her up, made her aware of its presence. it stretched her and pushed her. Eventually, only the flat base of the toy remained outside of her body, which was too wide to gain entrance and had the purpose of preventing the whole thing from being lost.

She was breathing quickly. She felt hot. Her pussy was burning, pulsing beats of pleasure were rippling across her body. She turned to the camera again, hating it and yet loving it. The idea of being seen, of being watched, of people witnessing her doing all of these things which should have been her most private moments.

Oh god, it felt so good. Michelle had always wanted to be the winner, to be the dominant one. But now she realised that her wildest fantasies had been the opposite.

"I'm wearing the butt-plug," she said. "I won't take it out. I'll wear it all day, just like I promised. And you can check too, David. In person later..."

The last words trailed off, but she shook her head. She was almost done now! She just had one last forfeit to make!

Stumbling slightly, Michelle got back to her feet and moved towards the shower. The hot water pounded down around her body, making her shiver with animalistic delight. Steam wreathed her, not enough to cover her nudity from the camera, but enough to add an almost exotic feeling to the scene.

Michelle turned, taking hold of the shower head and playing it over her body. The droplets of water whipped across her front, teasing her nipples and running in rivulets down her legs. A soft moan escaped her lips, but it was about to get a lot louder. She looked to the camera again.

"My final forfeit is this," Michelle said. "I have to let everyone see my cum. I want you all to see my climax with a toy in my ass."

The words made her flinch, but her arousal was rising through her. Twisting across her body. Her nerves were on fire, desire throbbed through every inch of her being. The hissing water of the shower head felt so good as it played across her naked skin. She controlled the flow, adjusting the settings and using it as a sex toy. It teased her breasts, playing over her areola. It skirted her legs, rising up her inner thighs.

Michelle knew that she was putting on a show. That some part of her was enjoying this moment, stretching out her humiliation. But she couldn't seem to stop. it felt so good now. It felt amazing. Everything had built up to this and she wanted her climax to be as strong as it could.

So she played with herself. She rolled her ripples between her fingers. She stroked and teased her clit, she even ran one hand behind her, playing with the butt-plug in her ass. Fucking herself with it as if it were the cock of a lover. A louder moan came this time. Her legs were trembling, her pussy was swollen with desire, and she ran her fingers up and down her entrance, frenzied motions which sent stimulation cracking through her.

She gasped, breathing hard and fast. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. It felt amazing. Everything felt amazing. Her broken pride, her humiliation, her embarrassment and even her shame. All of it added to this moment. The water water pressed against her pussy. She adjusted the stream, making it stronger. The feeling made her eyes roll back.

"Oh god," she gasped. "Oh fuck..."

But there was no way to stop now. She could feel the orgasm coming on. Rising out of the darkness. Powerful and intense, it was already submerging her into itself. Subsuming her until all she felt was crackling, rolling pleasure from head to toe.

Michelle came. She came like she never had before. She climaxed for David and for everyone else who was seeing this video. As she did, her legs gave out, and she half collapsed to the ground, gasping and moaning as intense ecstasy knifed through her very body.

As her head cleared, Michelle stumbled from the shower. Her skin was still dripping and wet. She reached for her phone. It had recorded the whole thing. She stared at it. With the single push of a button, she could protect herself. She could make it so no one ever saw what she had just done. No one would blame her, no one would ever know how much she had enjoyed it.

But if she did that, she wouldn't be Michelle Harris.

She hit send instead. Closing her eyes, she wondered if it was the end of her college life as she knew it.