Chapter Text
Beginnings
“How was school Taylor?” Annette asked as I walked through the door. I answered with a noncommittal grunt as I headed to my room.
The truth was that school had been terrible. The trio had cornered me several times, and I could still feel my backside stinging from the slap Sophia had given it when I had tried to escape. I pulled my bullying diary out of its hiding spot and sat at my desk to fill it out.
10:02 - Sophia shoved me to the ground.
11:01 - Emma told her friends I’m a slut who lets homeless people use my body.
Remembering her most recent encounters with her bullies, she felt stress start to build in her belly and crotch. When she’d first started being bullied, she had been confused by the hot, tingling feeling that would build up inside her. When she discovered that the feeling made her pussy damp, she had considered it might be arousal, but quickly dismissed the idea. Taylor knew she wasn’t the sort of freak who would get off on something like that. In the end, by process of elimination, she had decided the feeling must be stress.
12:07 - At lunch Emma dropped an ice cube down my top.
Recalling the sudden, biting cold of the lump sliding down her chest, and the way everyone had laughed at her surprised shriek, the stress in Taylor’s crotch became too much. When she had searched “ways to relieve stress” on the internet, the only solution she had found that had worked had been masturbation. Sliding a hand down her pants, she started gently rubbing her pussy.
With each subsequent entry her pace increased and it became harder to stifle the gasps that threatened to escape from her throat.
She continued writing in her diary and pleasuring herself for some time. By the time she was called down for dinner, she had recorded all the day’s incidents and brought herself to a shuddering climax.
Annette peered into her daughter’s room, guilt weighing down her stomach. Curiosity about what she had seen that afternoon compelling her forward.
She had intended to ask Taylor about her day at school after giving her some time to cool off in her room. But when she had approached the door, she had found it ajar and seen Taylor through the gap, oblivious to her presence. Annette’s daughter had been sitting at her desk, her eyes unfocused and her mouth hanging open shamelessly. In one hand, she held her pen over a notebook Annette was sure she hadn’t bought her. Her other hand was out of sight, but the jerky motions of her arm made it abundantly clear what it was being used for.
Annette had been unaware that her daughter had any interest in reading erotic literature, let alone writing it, but had simply returned to making dinner, smirking knowingly as she remembered her own ’youthful explorations’. At the time she had decided it was no business of hers what sorts of things Taylor was fantasizing about, but as the night wore on, her curiosity had grown.
It had been easy to justify to herself. After all, Taylor would never find out. If she could satisfy her curiosity and no one would be hurt, what reason was there not to take a look?
Her conscience clear, Annette began searching Taylor’s room.
The notebook was eventually discovered at the bottom of Taylor’s underwear draw.
Retreating to the hallway, Annette flicked through to a random page and began to read.
Half an hour later, Annette was returning the book to its hiding place, deep in thought. She hadn’t expected teenage Taylor’s fantasies to be so close to her own, and reading the diary had dredged up old memories of her school days.
Annette had spent high school enjoying the attention of a group of futa bullies. She had loved every second of it, but deep down, had always been disappointed that it had never gone beyond stolen homework and nasty rumors. Her fantasies of being force-fed cum or stripped naked in front of the class had remained fantasies. And now, judging by the content of the diary, Taylor was in the same position.
In hindsight it should have been obvious: mysterious stains on her clothes, refusing to speak about school over dinner, bruises she claimed were from tripping— the signs couldn’t have been more clear.
When she decided to search her daughter’s room, Annette had promised herself she would respect Taylor’s privacy and not act on whatever she found in the notebook, but… she knew what Taylor was going through. Knew that she wanted her bullies to go so much further. And she knew that if Taylor admitted that she enjoyed it, the experience would be ruined. The only way her daughter could avoid the regret that she felt when she thought about those missed opportunities to embrace her desires, would be for Annette to break a promise that no one else even knew existed.
As her mother, Annette knew what was best for Taylor. Which is why she returned to her room and dialed Emma’s number. She had been sad when the two girls drifted apart and was glad to have the opportunity to get them back together. Even if their new relationship would be a lot different than she had imagined it, she knew they were both going to have a lot of fun.
Playing Dress Up
Taylor POV:
I stared at the unlit surface of my phone in trepidation. I heard it buzz as I was finishing my morning shower, the dreaded sound signaling a text from Emma dictating my outfit for the day. Now I was holding it, my finger on the power button, putting off the moment I would have to start dressing myself in some humiliating, slutty outfit.
When I had checked before my shower, the lack of a message had cruelly allowed me to think today might be one of the lucky days I’m allowed to pick my own outfit.
Not that choosing the outfit myself would make it less slutty. When mom had appointed Emma as my ’personal stylist’ the first order of business was to throw out every single piece of clothing I owned. After a few days (during which I had been forced to wander the house naked) the new wardrobe Emma had curated had been delivered by a van with an impressively phallic logo on the side. Every item was designed to be degrading to wear in some way.
Some are plain and boring: mini skirts that barely cover my ass, tube tops that hug my chest and leave my belly totally exposed, and pants that hug my skin so tightly you can make out a bump over my clit.
Others give more coverage but use the extra space for designs: a shirt that says “FREE ENTRY” with an arrow pointing down at my crotch, or pink glittery princess-themed hot pants with the words “For my daddy~” in the center of a target on the ass.
Some look like normal clothes but have traps I’ve had to discover through trial and error: workout clothes that become transparent in contact with sweat, a loose sundress that tightens into a restrictive pencil skirt when exposed to sunlight, bulky mittens that glue themselves to my hands to prevent masturbation, and a scarf laced with aphrodisiacs (I had the misfortune of trying these last two together and being totally unable to relieve the burning need in my core for almost two days).
The only type of clothing missing is underwear. No panties. No bras.
I finally mustered the will to read the message:
Top: “Brunette boobs, Blonde brain” shirt (don’t worry your little head, I don’t expect you to understand it)
Bottom: Pink miniskirt (I know how much you love to give the guys a show when you bend over)
Toys: none (you horny slut)
Shoes: Velcro high-heels (since I know laces can be challenging for someone like you and you need to work on your balance)
Accessories: Lipstick Gag (so you can show off your pretty teeth and the rest of us don’t have to hear you talk)
I ignore the warm feeling in my face at Emma’s casual insults. The list mostly isn’t to bad, the top and skirt are tame compared to some of the stuff she could have me in, except for one item.
Deciding to leave the worst till last, I search my drawers for the shirt and skirt. Once those are on I slip my feet into the gaudy silver heels. Walking back to my desk, I’m already wobbling, still unused to wearing such impractical shoes.
With the rest of my outfit on, I reluctantly open the ‘makeup’ cabinet and take out two identical-looking red lipsticks. I apply one to my top lip and the other to the bottom. Once applied, they appear identical; indeed, the chemicals responsible for the ‘seductive’ red color are the same. The only chemicals that are not shared by both my lips are colorless and, in fact, completely inert on their own. The thing that makes the “lipstick Gag” a gag, is that the two chemicals, if mixed together, cause a painful burning sensation.
I look at my face in the mirror, my mouth hanging open dumbly. I know I won’t be closing it until I can remove the lipstick tonight.
Unlike some of the other gags in the accessories draw, the Lipstick Gag doesn’t block all attempts at speech, but by discouraging me from closing my mouth, it renders any attempt at English a slurred mess. Of all the gags I’ve worn to school, it’s by far the most humiliating. When someone sees me wearing a ballgag they can see that I’m being forced not to talk, but when the teacher asks me a question and everyone turns to see me drooling onto my notes, and I shake my head wordlessly, they have no reason not to think it’s because I’m dumb.
The rest of the outfit has clearly been picked to complement the ’dumb slut’ look; stumbling around clumsily between classes thanks to the heels will sell the whole thing perfectly.
Thinking about how today is going to affect my already destroyed reputation at Winslow, my attention is drawn to the lack of toys in my lower holes. While it will be nice not to have to worry about hiding orgasms during class like yesterday, not having anything stimulating my holes means I don’t have a good excuse for why my pussy is dripping wet.
Community Service
“Would you like to join our anti bullying campaign?” Madison asked eagerly. The gaggle of boys she’d approached unannounced stared back with a mixture of confusion and annoyance.
“Anti bullying?” one of them asked, his eyes focused on the girl Madison had dragged along with her. Taylor did not look at all comfortable in the skimpy clothes she was dressed in, and anyone who paid attention at Winslow knew that it was unlikely that Taylor had agreed to participate in this.
“Yep! Taylor wanted to do something about the bullying problem here so her mom asked me to help her gather support.” Madison replied. In reality, while Taylor had asked Annette for help dealing with bullies, her demands had been much more specific. Annette had ignored Taylor’s complaints about Emma Sophia and Madison at first, but after getting annoyed at her daughter’s incessant complaints, she had given Madison orders to “help Taylor do something about the bullying”. Madison had been more than happy to misinterpret the deliberately vague order.
“We’ve both been working really hard on this. We even came up with a slogan,” Madison chirped. “Taylor, show them the slogan!”
Taylor’s face somehow turned even redder (although with how much Taylor had been blushing recently, it was hard for anyone else to tell the difference). Shame pooled in her stomach as she turned away from them and bent over. Sticking out her ass caused the dangerously short skirt she was wearing to ride up and expose her bare backside. Her traitorous slit clenched in anticipation as she reached her hands back to grab her exposed cheeks, pulling them apart to show off the base of the plug lodged in her ass.
Several guys leaned forward to get a better look, now much more interested in whatever this anti-bullying scheme entailed. Written on the base of the buttplug were the words “Say No To Bullying!” in pink cursive.
Taylor could hear her heart pounding in her ears as she stood in the middle of the corridor, helping a group of strangers get a good look at her most private areas. The silence as they read the words on the toy was so awkward she wished they would say something to break it, even if it meant them teasing or mocking her.
“It’s certainly attention-grabbing,” one of the boys commented, struggling to keep a straight face.
“Does that mean you’re interested in joining?” asked Madison.
“What would I need to do to join?” he replied.
“You just need to fill out one of these to register your interest” Rather than a form, Madison held up a selection of brightly colored condoms. “Taylor can help if you need her to.”
Taylor held back a moan as she was spread open by the first cock of the day. Madison had promised they would get at least a quarter of the school signed up by the end of the week, and with such a persuasive sales pitch, Taylor was sure she would be helping to fill a lot of condoms over the course of the day.
With her partner making no attempt to hold himself back, Taylor quickly felt the shaft inside her twitching and pumping his load into the condom. He pulled out and quickly stepped aside to make way for the next person to use Taylor’s dripping snatch. He pulled off the condom and handed it to Madison, who gleefully wrapped it around a lock of Taylor’s hair and tied it in a knot, preventing the contents from spilling and leaving it hanging in front of the blushing girl’s face.
Just as the second condom was about to be filled, Taylor finally reached her own orgasm.
“Aren’t you going to thank the nice man for making you cum?” asked Madison.
“T-Thank you sirrrr~” Taylor groaned before her voice dissolved into a mess of adorable whining and gasping as her sensitive post-orgasm pussy continued to be fucked relentlessly.
Later:
Madison was grinning as she walked into the cafeteria. She stopped to let Taylor catch up, and felt a certain amount of self-satisfaction as the taller girl stumbled towards her. Climaxing over and over as she got fucked all morning had left her legs shaky, and her cock-drunk brain was in no state to properly compensate. As she wobbled forward, the condoms woven into her hair swung slowly back and forth.
Having dozens of colorful reminders of her new status as the school whore hanging around her face and down her back mostly filled Taylor with more of the shame and humiliation that had become a part of her everyday life. But a small part of her also felt pride. Every slimy rubber tube attached to her was filled with proof that, despite what the trio had always told her, at least one boy found her attractive enough to cum inside.
Punishment
Taylor’s room, night:
Taylor stared at her prize in reverence. In her hands was an item that had been forbidden to her. A shudder ran through her as she imagined the punishment she would face if caught.
Slowly, with as much care as she could manage given her building excitement, she opened the packaging to reveal the three almost identical items she had sneaked out in the dead of night to buy.
Taylor ran her fingers over the delicate fabric. Unable to hold herself back any longer, she pulled the plain white panties up her legs. The things Emma had bought for her were either skirts that left her privates open to the air or shorts that clung so tightly that the outline of her pussy could be easily made out. Granting herself a level of privacy that her tormentors had deemed her unworthy of felt almost euphoric.
Of course, there was no way she could risk wearing these to school, but just knowing she owned something the trio didn’t want her to have would make the sweet hell of her daily life just a bit more bearable.
Taylor had never regretted anything more in her life. She was standing naked in the middle of the living room with her arms held behind her back by Emma. In front of her stood Sophia, holding a 3-pack of panties that Taylor knew she should’ve hidden better.
Madison came back from the kitchen carrying a jar of cum. The trio had started supplying Annette with jars of their cum for her to mix into Taylor’s food, and the one Madison was holding looked full.
Placing the jar on the table in front of Sophia, Madison retreated to Emma’s side behind Taylor. Taking hold of the only pair of underwear Taylor had worn for weeks, Sophia held them teasingly over the opened jar before dropping them in. For a moment, they floated on the surface, then Sophia placed a finger on them and gently forced the delicate white fabric under the surface. She held them under to allow the white goo to soak into every inch, then pulled them out.
Dangling in the air, the panties were glistening as light reflected off the layer of jizz that was slowly flowing down and dripping onto the floor in large, viscous blobs.
Sophia advanced on Taylor, gently folding the sodden underwear into a ball, careful not to squeeze too much cum out of them. As Taylor saw the dripping bundle approach her face, she pressed her lips together as hard as she could, not yet willing to give in and accept her punishment.
“Open up,” ordered Sophia. Taylor responded with silence, hoping her eyes conveyed determination rather than the fear and lust she could feel writhing in her gut.
Narrowing her eyes, Sophia used her other hand to pinch Taylor’s nose, blocking off her air supply. The moment Taylor was forced to open her mouth for air, she found her mouth filled with slimy fabric. Before she could recover from the shock of tasting Emma’s thick futa cum, Madison had reached up and slapped a strip of duct tape over her mouth.
As Taylor tried futilely to expel the mind-rotting taste from her mouth, Sophia had soaked a second pair of panties. Taylor struggled as Sophia approached, but Emma’s hands on her wrists held her firmly in place as Sophia pulled the second pair of gooey underwear over her head, stretching the waistband over her nose to hold them in place.
With her mouth sealed by tape, Taylor was forced to breathe through her nose, every lungful of air filtered through the cum-soaked fabric stretched over her upper face. Her mind began to get fuzzy, and her senses of taste and smell were both saturated with the pungent odor of her tormentor’s cum.
With the second pair of panties acting as a blindfold, Taylor was forced to rely on her ears to anticipate the next stage of her punishment. She heard the familiar sound of cum splattering on the floor, closer and closer, but had no idea where Sophia would put them until she felt a hand grip her ankle. She was forced to raise each leg in turn to allow Sophia to slip the panties over her feet and up her legs.
Taylor shivered with disgust as the slimy material pressed against her pussy and ass. Just yesterday, Taylor had longed to be allowed to wear underwear around the house, and now the trio had twisted it into something cruel and degrading. Her one small act of rebellion, reduced to just another tool to further her humiliation.
With her eyes, nose, and mouth rendered useless, Taylor had no distraction from the embarrassing feeling of arousal leaking from her lower lips and mixing with the cum pressed against them, saturating the slick fabric further.
“Ready to apologize for being a bad girl yet?” asked Sophia, rubbing Taylor’s crotch firmly.
With the taste and smell of virile futa cum clouding her mind, Taylor was barely able to muster a head shake and a muffled groan.
“Guess that means I’ve been going too easy on you, huh? Don’t worry, we’ve got all day to find the right punishment to motivate you to be a good girl again,” said Sophia mockingly.
Evidently deciding to get started with Taylor’s next punishment, Sophia grabbed the front of Taylor’s panties (the pair around her hips, not the pair on her head or in her mouth) and violently yanked them upwards. Taylor squealed in both pleasure and pain at the sudden pressure on her crotch. A few more tugs (each accompanied by another squeal from Taylor), and Sophia managed to get Taylor’s feet off the ground, her whole body hanging by her panties.
Taylor kicked her feet pathetically, desperate to relieve the pressure on her clit. The stretched fabric of the underwear had bunched up between her lower lips and a significant portion of her weight was now resting on her most sensitive area. The combined pleasure and pain the wedgie was sending through her pussy was overwhelming, and she could feel a distant climax building inside her. Unfortunately, she could tell that her current predicament wouldn’t be enough to reach it.
“Feeling more cooperative now?” Sophia asked.
It occurred to Taylor that if she kept refusing, Sophia would keep making the punishment worse until it reached a point where she could cum. Normally she would want to avoid cumming in front of (and especially because of) her bullies, but all of her senses were sending such intense signals to her brain that her usual denial was drowned out.
Determined to worsen her punishment, Taylor responded with a clear shake of her head and a glare that was ruined by a whoreish moan. The moan in question had been caused by Sophia giving Taylor’s underwear a sharp bounce. The momentary increase in pressure sent further waves of pleasure through Taylor’s lower body.
“Time to try something else then. Madison, go get the chastity belt.” said Sophia.
If Taylor’s eyes weren’t covered by slowly-drying cum-soaked panties, they would have widened comically in horror. The chastity belt after this much buildup would be unbearable! All pride and dignity discarded, Taylor started pleading through the gag, desperately shaking her head, hoping Sophia would give her an orgasm if she admitted defeat.
“Oh? You are willing to admit you did something wrong?” asked Sophia. Taylor couldn’t see her but imagined she was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Taylor switched from shaking to nodding.
“Wow, you must be an even bigger slut than I thought to fold at the first mention of chastity!” said Sophia.
“You were a bad girl weren’t you?” asked Sophia.
Taylor kept nodding.
“You were wrong to want to buy clothes without our approval” said Sophia.
Taylor kept nodding.
“God you’re pathetic. I bet you’d admit to anything right now if it meant you’d get to cum?” said Sophia.
Taylor kept nodding.
“You don’t even care how it happens, do you?” asked Sophia.
Taylor shook her head. A moment later, she felt a hand grip each of her nipples gently between a single finger and thumb. As Sophia was holding her in the air by her panties and Emma was still keeping her arms behind her back, the hands must have belonged to Madison.
“You don’t care if it’s painful” said Sophia.
Taylor shook her head and gasped as Madison’s gentle grip on her nipples became vice-like.
“You’re a perverted masochist who’s going to cum her brains out from being abused by the futa girls who bully her every day. When we take that gag out you’re going to thank us for punishing you and beg for more because the only way you can get off anymore!” said Sophia.
Taylor nodded.
Sophia, satisfied Taylor had been properly broken, gave Madison a nod.
Without warning, Madison started pulling and twisting the sensitive nubs pinched tightly in her fingers. Taylor felt as if her nipples might be pulled off. The sudden assault on her breasts mixed with the pressure in her crotch to produce a sensation stronger than she had ever felt before. Her climax was almost instant, her entire body convulsing as the orgasm wracked every muscle. Even as Taylor came, Madison didn’t slow down, sending shocks of ecstasy and agony through Taylor’s chest the whole time.
Eventually, Taylor came down from the greatest high of her life and went limp, prompting Emma and Sophia to let go and drop her on the floor in a boneless heap. Taylor felt all three panties being taken from her (probably to be disposed of now that she had ‘admitted’ she shouldn’t have them), and with her eyes uncovered, she could see the rock-hard bulges in the three futa’s pants.
“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” asked Sophia smugly.
Taylor’s moan was taken as a sign of agreement.
“We worked so hard to give you the discipline you needed and you were so shamelessly lewd during it that we’re all pent up.” Continued Emma.
“I think you should take responsibility for the problems your sick perversions caused” said Madison.
Still feeling the aftereffects of the greatest orgasm of her life, Taylor wordlessly spread her legs to let her bullies claim their reward.