"Humiliation... kinks?"

“Hey, everyone, look! Tiffany is Melvin’s GIRLFRIEND!”

“NO I’M NOT! SHUT UP!”

Tiffany thrashes around, making her tits jiggle but achieving nothing else. She’s the first subject of Melvin’s specially designed Prank-O-Matic, an ingenious home engineering project he’s been working on in his basement for years. She’s suspended in the middle of a sort of gyroscope, in the grip of white-gloved hands mounted on robot arms, surrounded by all sorts of curious mechanical doohickeys.

She’s wearing a wedding dress.

“Wow. Looks complicated.”

“Y-y-y-yy-y-yeah,” says Melvin, proudly, to Tiffany’s best friend Stacey, who’s standing beside him. Stacey’s wife, Carlotta, is off picking over the buffet table. The party’s set up in the frat house ballroom, with hundreds of guests, including most of the Epsilon girls, who’d been given an iron-clad promise that only Tiffany would be getting pranked today. “I spent a lot of time on it.”

“Really? Hm. Melvin…”

“Yes, Stacey?”

“Do you think that instead of spending all that time in your basement, working on weird experimental machines to humiliate women in what I can’t help suspecting is sort of a fetishistic way, you might have been better off spending that time… meeting women?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” says Melvin, as two mechanical arms yank down the bodice of Tiffany’s wedding dress, exposing her tits to the room. A huge fan whirs into motion beneath her, blowing her dress up around her waist to expose her white stockings and panties, as a bucket above her tips over to pour green slime all over her face and breasts. Also, a number of huge TVs, stationed at strategic visible points around the ballroom, flicker to life, and begin to display a highlights reel of Tiffany’s most humiliating moments, starting with the jumbotron close-up of her naked pussy.

“Don’t worry about it,” says Stacey, with a huge grin on her face as she watches her slimy high school buddy squeal. The crowd laughs and cheers as disco music begins to play. It’s shaping up to be a great party. “Anyway, I’m sure a lot of women have humiliation kinks as well.”

“Humiliation… kinks? Now I’m really confused.”