Humiliation

“Everybody spit on this bitch!”

Emily cries out as she hawks and spits a big gob of phlegm on you, the thick substance landing on your cheek and causing another dribble of cunt juice to start slowly tricking down your inner thigh.

The crowd around you is hesitant at first, until one of Emily’s cronies steps up and spits on you as well, the spit splattering against one of your tits. That act seemed to break the damn, dozens of others in the crowd now stepping up to spit on you before rotating back to let more people come to the front. You recognise some of the girls you eat lunch with, not friends as such but you talk about your common interests and help each other with homework sometimes.

You lose track of exactly how long it went on for but whenever you moved yours could feel the slick spit of dozens of your fellow students covering your fat naked body. Your pussy was on fire and it was all you wanted to do to stuff your hand inside yourself and fist it. But you knew that the longer you left it the more intense it would be. A muffled voice calls a halt to the spitting and Emily once more steps back into the middle of the circle, a look on disdain on her features. She looks at you like you’re a swamp hag rising from the water which you suppose you can’t look too far off right now.

In her hands is what looks like a length of chain, half a dozen bicycle chains having been padlocked together to make one long length. With a nod, two of her cronies snap gloves over their hands so they don’t have to touch your bare skin and take grips on your fat body, hauling you up onto your knees. Emily leans over, exposing a generous cleavage and slaps you brutally across the face.

“Time you went on a little walk you fat pig.”

Looping the chain around your neck, Emily uses a padlock to lock it shut tightly and then starts walking, forcing you to crawl after her whilst trailed by a large crowd.