Want to support CHYOA?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)

Chapter 7 by wicker wicker

What do this girls want now?

Back to the toilets

Bandanna spotted the tub of cleaning supplies Vanessa brought in. "Take her panties off," she told her friends as she walked over to the supplies.

As Vanessa squirmed and struggled in vain while the girls pulled her panties off, bandanna put on a rubber glove and picked up the toilet brush. She turned, and one of the other girls tossed her Vanessa's panties. She wrapped the panties around the toilet brush and shoved it in the toilet. She scrubbed the toilet with the panties as Vanessa watched helplessly.

When bandanna was finished, she took the wet panties out of the toilet. They hung limply on the toilet brush. "Don't worry, I won't make you put these back on. You'd catch something really nasty, and we're not that mean." She walked over, took the wet gross panties off the brush and dropped them on Vanessa's head.

Vanessa retched, as the wet panties plopped on her head and the gross toilet water soaked through her hair and ran down her scalp to her ears, neck, and forehead.

"I think she can finish by herself." Bandanna dropped the brush and took the glove off which she dropped too. The girls left.

Vanessa was totally humiliated and defeated. She reached up and pinched her panties and pulled them off. She dropped them.

A moment later Officer Watkins walked in. "What the hell is going on? This place is still a mess!"

"Those girls!" spat Vanessa. "They did this to me!"

"Those teenagers?!" said Watkins. "They're kids. Why didn't you stand up to them?"

"They were tough girls!" said Vanessa, a streak of anger and defiance asserting itself.

"Well, I don't accept any excuses. If this place is not clean in fifteen minutes, I'll recommend you get jail time!" She turned and left.

Vanessa knelt there, her hair was wet with foul toilet water, her clothes were mess, ruined with filth. She crawled to the tub of supplies and put the gloves on. As bad as this was, she could not think of herself surviving in jail with grown-up versions of those punk teens. She grabbed the toilet brush and cleaner and got up. She took a deep breath and went to the first toilet and started to scrub as fast as she could while looking away.

how does she do?

Comments

      Want to support CHYOA?
      Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)