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Laurel didn’t recognise herself when she looked in the mirror. She still pictured herself as a dark-haired skater girl in emo make-up and baggy, figure concealing clothing – a girl who didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought of her.
Instead, the girl in her reflection was a blonde bimbo slut. Her newly-dyed hair made her look – well, stupid. It was precisely the right colour to evoke every shallow airheaded fuckdoll she had ever seen in a movie – or in porn. The white Barbie shirt was stretched too tightly over her tits, and with no bra underneath she could clearly see the shape of her nipples – and, looking a little closer, the dark circles of her areolae under the fabric. The pink latex skirt was too short, and she was worried she would show her ass and pussy if she bent over – especially seeing as she was wearing no panties. And the high heels and pink dog collar just made her look even more like an object for fucking.
If she barely recognised herself, then it was really no surprise when she turned up at Hunter’s party, and Hunter almost didn’t recognise her either.
He looked at her in bafflement as she stood in the doorway. There was loud music coming from inside the house, and the sound of cheers and laughter, and Hunter had a beer bottle in his hand.
After a moment, he turned and yelled back into the house, “Hey, did anyone order a stripper?”
“No, uh, Hunter, it’s me,” said Laurel, blushing.
She didn’t want to be here. She particularly didn’t want to be here looking like this. But Annika had insisted.
Hunter looked at her again. He pointedly stared at her tits, and then her face.
“Fuck, Laurel, what happened to your hair?” And then: “I like it. You look like a fucking whore.”
Despite everything, a compliment from Hunter – even one as backhanded as this – still brought a flush to her cheeks.
“Um, these are for you,” she said, extending the objects in her hands.
Annika had bought these for her. Annika had said it was polite to bring gifts for the host of a party. Annika had told her that she would give these to Hunter, or else Annika would book her in for a boob job.
The items were a bottle of the cheapest possible champagne, and a volume of hentai entitled “Cheerleader Cum-Dump Bitches”. On the cover a cheerleader with blonde hair much like Laurel’s was rubbing semen into her exposed tits.
“Thanks,” said Hunter, surprised. Then he called into the house, “Hey guys, the bitch is here!”
There was more laughter from inside.
Hunter led her into the lounge.
There was loud music playing, and hardcore porn playing on the TV. Teenaged boys – and some young men – were standing or sitting in almost every spot in the room. She could hear more voices from the hallway, and kitchen, and she thought there might be more people in the backyard.
There were girls, too. Most of them were dressed provocatively – although not as provocatively as Laurel.
Gavin and Vernon were sitting on the couch watching the porn. They looked up as Laurel came in.
“Hey, it’s Skate Fail!” yelled Gavin.
“Fuck, is she blonde now?” said Vernon. “She looks like a porn doll.”
“She looks like the bitch on screen, except with smaller tits,” said Gavin.
“Show us your tits, Skate Fail!” said Vernon.
Hunter put a hand on her arm. “Go on, Laurel,” he said, “show them your tits.”
“I… I don’t want to,” said Laurel. “There are people here I don’t know.”
“So what?” said Hunter. “They deserve to see your tits. Or do you want to join Autumn in her little game?”
He gestured to another corner of the room – and for the first time Laurel noticed her friend Autumn. Autumn was sitting in a chair – no, not sitting in it, but tied to it. Her mouth was gagged, her wrists were tied to the arms, and her legs were tied spread apart. Her shirt was raised to reveal her bare tits, and her skirt was pulled up to her waist to reveal her cunt.
Three boys were sitting on beanbags in front of her, and taking turns to flick elastic bands at her. Their target appeared to be her cunt, and from time to time one of the elastic bands would directly connect with her clitoris, and Autumn would squeal, and shake in the chair, and the boys would laugh.
“Come on, show us your tits, Skate Fail!” said Gavin.
Laurel looked at Autumn, and shuddered. She felt Hunter’s hand on her arm – not gripping her, but with the definite sense that he could at any time.
She had known what would happen here. Hunter had made her expose her tits the last time she had seen him, and the time before.
Reluctantly, she pulled her Barbie shirt up over her breasts, exposing them to the boys’ gaze.
“Tell everyone to look at your fuckbags,” said Hunter. “Be loud.”
Gavin and Vernon were looking at her expectantly. The rest of the room didn’t seem to have noticed her.
Hunter’s hand went to her skirt – making it clear that he could flip that up, as well.
“Hey, everyone,” said Laurel, in a loud – albeit wavering – voice. “Look at my fuckbags!”
Everyone in the room turned to look at her – and stare at her exposed tits.
“Doesn’t that feel good?” said Hunter.
And the embarrassing truth was that it did. It was humiliating, sure – she wanted to hide, or run, or crawl into a hole and cry. She was being slutty. She was being a bimbo. She was objectifying and degrading herself.
But at the same time, it felt nice to be the centre of attention. Maybe thirty people were looking at her tits – and they were enjoying it. They liked seeing her tits. They approved of her exposing them.
As a skater girl, Laurel was used to people ignoring her, or disliking her on sight, or disapproving of her. But right now, while her tits were exposed, she was popular. And that felt good.
After a moment, she moved to pull her shirt back down again – but Hunter took her hand, and pulled it away from her chest.
It wasn’t a surprise to her. She had known when she exposed her breasts that she probably wouldn’t be allowed to cover them again. She was just going to spend the rest of the party with her tits out.
“Look what the bitch brought,” said Hunter to the room, holding up the bottle and the hentai.
“Oh, sweet,” said Gavin. “Is that Cheerleader Cum-Dump Bitches? I’ve heard that’s so hot.”
“It appears to be,” said Hunter, passing him the book.
Gavin opened it, and laughed. “Fuck, look at these bitches getting raped. They’re so hot for it.”
He looked up at Laurel.
“Hey, Skate Fail is a cheerleader now,” he said. “She’ll know. Do cheerleaders enjoy being raped?”
Laurel thought of Bethany.
“Some do,” she said.
“You’re asking the wrong question,” said Hunter. He looked at Laurel. “The question is, do cheerleaders deserve to be raped?”
He was staring at her with a predatory smile.
Laurel knew there was a right answer and a wrong answer. Well, really just two wrong answers, but one of them that Hunter wanted her to say. And he would find a way to punish her if she didn’t please him.
“Yes,” she said, in a quiet voice. “Cheerleaders deserve to be raped?”
“And why is that, bitch?” he said. “Why do cheerleaders deserve to be raped?”
“Because…” – she struggled to find an answer – “because they’re cockteasing bimbos who… who show off their tits to boys…”
“Girls who show their tits to boys deserve to be raped?” Hunter asked, staring at Laurel’s tits.
There was nothing she could do.
“Yes,” she said, in a small voice.
Hunter laughed – and much of the room laughed with him.
At that point, Laurel was fully expecting to be raped – but instead, Hunter turned back to Gavin and Vernon.
“Should we enjoy this champagne, boys?” he asked.
But Vernon had an idea. “Make her do the three hole challenge,” he said.
Gavin grinned. “Fuck yes. The three hole challenge.”
“What’s the three hole challenge?” asked Laurel nervously.
Hunter got out his phone, queued up a video, and showed her.
Laurel went pale. “I’m not doing that,” she said.
“Like fuck you’re not,” said Hunter.
“Do it, Skate Fail,” urged Vernon.
“Do it! Do it! Do it!” the other men in the room began to chant. A couple of women joined in.
“You’ve got sixty seconds to complete it,” said Hunter. “You have to be wet before you finish with the first hole. And you have to swallow it all at the end.”
“No… please…” begged Laurel.
“And we’ll film you and put it on the Skate Fails channel,” said Hunter.
“Don’t be a fucking little cunt,” yelled one of the women that Laurel didn’t know, who was currently letting the man next to her squeeze her boob. “Do the challenge.”
“Do the challenge, skank!” ordered another man.
And the men in the room had moved to block the exits, surrounding her.
Laurel had no choice.
She felt like she might cry.
With everyone watching, she took the bottle of champagne from Hunter, and then lowered it to beneath her skirt – and slowly pushed the neck into her cunt.
At least, standing, no one could actually see it going in. But she could feel it, pressing into her pussy. Her cunt wasn’t dry, as such, but it wasn’t particularly wet, and she had to go slow.
Hunter was filming her. So was Gavin.
She began to fuck herself with the bottle. She had to get her cunt wet enough to leave moisture on the bottle neck before moving on, just like the slut in the video that Hunter had shown her.
She was fucking herself with a wine bottle, in front of the entire room of friends and strangers. The humiliation was overwhelming.
And yet, somehow, she was getting wet. Was it from the embarrassment? Or the feeling of the wine bottle in her fuckhole?
She kept fucking herself until she felt the wine bottle sliding easily in and out of her. Her pussy was sopping wet now, and the bottle would be well-lubricated.
Now it got worse.
She pulled the wine bottle out of her – and moved it to her ass.
She tried to push it between her butt cheeks, but there was no easy way to do it without bending over. And if she bent over, she would show her ass and cunt to the room.
She couldn’t help it. Hunter would force her to complete the challenge. He would punish her if she failed. And time was running out.
She leaned forward at the waist, giving everyone a good look at her anus and pussy mound. Then she pressed the tip of the bottle into her anus.
She had never penetrated her ass like this before. It didn’t want to be penetrated – but, slowly, it allowed the wine bottle inside her. The lubrication of her cunt juices made it possible.
The room laughed and cheered as they watched her shove the wine bottle into her poop hole.
Once most of the neck was in, she began to fuck it in and out slightly. It hurt – and it felt good, too. Part of her wanted to keep assfucking herself, and finger her clit at the same time.
But there was one more stage to go.
She pulled the wine bottle out of her ass and set it on the low coffee table. She knelt down beside it.
With one finger she repeatedly tapped quickly on the outside of the bottle. Then, with a swift motion, she ripped the cork off, and put her mouth over the exposed entrance of the bottle.
She tasted her ass, and she tasted her cunt. And then all she tasted was champagne – gushing in a frothing spout from the bottle, straight into her mouth. Some immediately came out her nose.
Acting on survival instinct more than anything else, she began to convulsively swallow – and at the same time, move her mouth up and down the bottle neck, as if she were fellating it. The video Hunter had shown her had called it “practice for being a girl”.
Laurel wasn’t a big drinker, and she knew that this much champagne was too much for her. But she swallowed and swallowed, until the bottle stopped gushing into her mouth. By that time she had drunk nearly two thirds of the bottle.
Finally, she removed her mouth, triumphant. Everyone was cheering. She was already feeling tipsy, but she also felt surprisingly proud – she had completed the challenge, within the time limit, and everyone was glad that she had. It felt good.
Hunter patted her on the head. “Good bitch,” he said. He took the bottle away – and then he tapped her hips.
“Ass up,” he said.
Without thinking, Laurel obeyed. She lifted her ass up from the ground, back into the position where she had assfucked herself.
And as soon as he did, Hunter pushed the neck of the bottle back into her asshole.
But this time it was open. She felt the champagne running out of the bottle into her bowels. It felt weird and fizzy.
“You absorb alcohol faster this way, bitch,” he said. And when the last of the champagne had run into her ass, he pulled out the bottle – and pressed something else into her anus.
A butt plug. A metal butt plug. Hunter had plugged her ass, in front of everyone – with the champagne inside.
Her tits were out, she was drunk, and she had a buttplug keeping several glasses full of champagne in her ass.
And the party had only just started…
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