Refuse

Mustering all your hate and pain and knowing that what you do next is going to make things so much worse for you, you spit in Emily’s face. A big gob of spittle that hits her just above her left eye and drips down onto her cheek, starting to run down her face in the stunned silence that follows an otherwise unthinkable action.

The silence is broken by an outraged cry from Emily who raises a hand to wipe the spit away but ends up only smearing it across her perfectly made up cheek, your spit thick and sticky. Her hand in your hair tightens and then shoves you back into two of her cronies who grip your arms tightly and await Emily’s instructions.

“Strip the fat pig! It’s about time she was shown her fucking place in front of everybody!”

More hands reach for you as you are held tight, you don’t struggle. You can’t, this is everything you’ve wanted for so long now that all you can concentrate on is the swelling of your clit rubbing against your soft cotton panties. Your shirt is yanked up to expose your soft chubby stomach and then wrenched forward to bend you over, your arms having to go with your shirt from the **** of the pull. Meanwhile your leggings have been ripped down to expose the white cotton panties you chose to put on that morning, along with the large wet spot on the front of them from where you’re arousal has made the cotton see through. Your panties are yanked on hard, giving you a horrible wedgie before ripping away and leaving your unshaven mound exposed, glistening with cunt juice.

With a jerk, you are pushed over onto the cold floor, your leggings ripped all the way off along with your shoes and your socks are also taken away. Hauled halfway back up by your shirt, you are released to crash back to the floor when your shirt comes off. You feel Emily’s cruel nails dig into the soft skin of your back and the brutal pain and _twang _of your bra being tugged on and allowed to snap back, the elastic leaving a red mark high on your back. Your bra is undone and torn away, your tits and cunt now exposed to the large crowd of gathered onlookers, many of whom are vying to get a good look at your fat body where it lays in the floor, pale skin lined with stretch marks.

The beautiful face of the head cheerleader with half her face covered in your spit looms over you and she spits on you.

“You’re a real fat piggy! What to do with you first though...”