Public Humiliation Slut

A massive screen flared with bright-pink text: Public Humiliation Slut. Ginny froze, her short, thick legs buckling as her huge, round ass trembled with sudden arousal. Her hypnotic eyes widened, bright pink hearts flaring deep within them.

— O-ooh… fuuuuck… she gurgled through a mouthful of slop, thick droplets already plopping onto her swollen tits, leaving glossy trails. — Like… oh my God… it’s so fuckin’ hot… when… like… everyone’s watchin’… me get… ooh… humiliated and fucked raw… oh my God…

Jack beamed, sweeping his arms dramatically as he basked in the crowd’s reaction. His voice boomed through the hall:

— Excellent choice, audience! Ginny Weasley will now get uncontrollable pleasure from public humiliation and exposure. The more eyes on her—the more turned on she gets. A perfect fetish for our new head cheerleader!

The Collar of Fate blazed with dazzling pink light, and in that instant, a hot, thick, sweet wave of magic surged straight into Ginny’s mind. She let out a soft moan, clutching her temples and swaying as her body began to submit to the new reality—and drool started seeping from the corners of her mouth.

— Aaaaaahhh… mmmm… wh-what… oh… the fuuuuck… she blurted as drool gushed over her lips, streaming down her chin and dripping onto her trembling tits, smearing the gloss across her skin.

A thick, warm, sticky mist instantly flooded her mind, wrapping every thought in an incredibly pleasant heat. Ginny felt her consciousness reshaping, old principles melting under the onslaught of new, forbidden desires—and her mouth filling with even more drool.

— O-ooh… suuuuck… she moaned, rolling her eyes back as thick streams of drool cascaded down her chin and dripped onto her swollen nipples. — Like… this is… so fuckin’ hot… oh my God… I’m… ooh… all wet…

The mist delved deeper, eroding old shame and pride, twisting them into their opposites. Now, public humiliation didn’t scare her—it turned her on to the point of trembling. The thought of thousands of strangers watching her get used made her pussy pulse and gush even harder, and her drool drip faster, forming a little puddle at her feet.

— Mmmm… yeeeah… ooh… she gurgled through the drool now streaming down her chin. — Let… like… everyone watch… let them see… how… ooh… dirty… short-legged… big-ass bimbo slut… I am… as if… I wasn’t made for anything else…

Her transformation was picking up speed. Any public exposure or humiliation sent waves of intense arousal through her. The more spectators—the better, the sweeter. Just the thought of standing naked on stage while thousands laughed at her, spanked her, used her—made her tremble with anticipation, and her drool flow like a river, forming puddles on the floor.

— O-ooh… fuck… I’m… like… cumming… ooh… just from everyone… watchin’ me… she moaned, unable to stop as drool poured over her lips, dripping onto her trembling knees. — My… ooh… wet little cunt’s gushing… because… you all see… what a… cheap cheerleader slut… I am… oh my God… aaaaahhh…

The crowd roared even louder, thousands of eyes locked onto her trembling body. Every second of that attention made her even more aroused, her drool seeping out more intensely. Ginny barely resisted anymore—the new part of her identity embraced it with huge, insatiable pleasure, and her mouth had turned into a full-on drool fountain.

When the mist finally cleared, Ginny stood there, breathing heavily, her lips glistening with drool and her thighs soaked with juices. Her hypnotic eyes glowed with pink hearts, and a dumb, lustful smile—now permanent—played on her face. Every drop of drool hitting the floor reflected the pink light of the collar.

— O-ooh… suuuuck… she squeaked, continuing to slowly rub herself under her skirt as drool dripped onto her fingers and trickled down her wrists. — Like… this is… so fuckin’ hot… oh my God… The more you all watch me… the more I want… to be… ooh… humiliated and fucked right here… in front of everyone…

Jack stepped closer, his boots crunching through the puddles of drool on the stage.

— So, Ginny? How are you feeling now? he asked with a smirk, eyeing her drool-slicked lips.

— I… like… have never… ooh… been this wet… she admitted honestly, giggling as drool trickled down her neck. — My… ooh… thick bimbo ass… and gushing cunt… just love… when thousands of people… stare at them… oh my God… I want… to be spread open… put on all fours… and fucked right on stage… so everyone can see… what a… dirty cheerleader hole… I am… as if… there’s no stopping it…

She said this with genuine excitement, still swaying her hips and wiggling her huge ass, sending drool splattering in all directions, staining the stage. The last remnants of the old Ginny still weakly resisted deep inside, but the new Public Humiliation Slut already completely dominated, turning her into the perfect slut for public humiliation.

Jack laughed, satisfied with the result, and announced, wiping a drop of Ginny’s drool from his face:

— Round three continues!

She barely thought about her mother anymore. Her mind was consumed by vivid, filthy images of what would happen after the show: how they’d drag her backstage, how a crowd of camera operators, actors, and lingering audience members would surround her in a tight ring. How they’d put her on all fours right on the cold studio floor, her short cheerleader skirt flipped up, and take turns fucking her roughly in every hole under the flash of cameras. How thousands would watch the live stream or recordings, seeing her moan, giggle, and beg to be humiliated even harder, even rougher...

— O-ooh… fuuuuck… she moaned softly, biting her lower lip, causing drool to gush over the edge and stream down her chin. — Like… they’re gonna… ooh… fuck me right on stage… or backstage… oh my God… all those hot guys will watch… my thick bimbo ass… ooh… take huge cocks… mmmm… I want… like… to be filmed… while I swallow cum… and cry from pleasure… as if… it’s not the hottest fuckin’ thing ever…

Ginny slightly spread her short legs and, without realizing it, started rubbing her thighs together, making her pussy even wetter and her drool flow more intensely. She’d almost forgotten why she’d come here. Her mother, the Nora, the money—it all seemed distant and insignificant now. What mattered far more was how badly her body craved public use, how every cell trembled with anticipation.

Jack noticed her absent, lustful gaze and smirked, enjoying the sight.

— Ginny? he called with irony. — Earth to Ginny. You still with us, cheerleader?

She blinked, the pink hearts in her eyes flaring brightly as drool gushed down her chin, dripping onto her chest.

— O-ooh… suuuuck… yeah… I’m here… she squeaked with a dumb, lustful smile, letting out another stream of drool. — Just… like… imagining… how after the show… ooh… the whole crew will fuck me… so everyone can see… what a… oh my God… dirty… dripping… short-legged slut… I am… as if… I was made for this…

The audience erupted in laughter and approving shouts. Ginny giggled in response, pleased by the attention, and drool sprayed from her mouth as she threw her head back in laughter. Every glance, every laugh, every word directed at her made her body tremble with pleasure and her pussy pulse, gushing even more juices.

Jack shook his head, clearly enjoying the show, and grinned.

— Well, since you’re already so worked up… he said, not taking his eyes off her wiggling ass. — Let’s keep going. Call the next number, sweetheart.

Ginny licked her perpetually wet lips, wiggling her huge ass, and said with a rising inflection, drool dripping:

— Number… ooh… twenty-four… fuck… like… let’s just do it already… oh my God…

Chrissie approached trunk #24, her heels clicking a sharp rhythm on the floor. The lock clicked loudly, and the lid slowly, dramatically creaked open. A bright, tempting word flared on the screen…