Hannah's Revenge Ch. 08

Gasping with delight she picked up the disgustingly soiled panties and turned them out to face me, and I could feel my face blanch with horror. The panties were almost dripping with how saturated they were, hours of disgusting sweat and juices marinating throughout the day, soaked into the fabric and would have no doubt had the most disgusting scent... if it wasn't being overpowered by the intense scent of her shit wafting from the long, dark, and strong streak of shit that had rubbed off of her unwiped arsehole after her earlier bathroom visit.

She giggled in that evil, menacing way she does before grabbing the back my head in once swift movement and pulling me close, before stretching out the panties and yanking them over my head back-to-front to ensure the shittiest part of the thong was placed right over my nose.

I instantly began to scream with horror, the wetness of the drenched panties was soaking across my head and with every breath all I could smell was her horrible stinking shit, feeling the greasiness of it shift across my nose with every panicked, frantic movement.

Hannah started laughing at me, enjoying my horror and misery, before grabbing me by the hair again and pulling me face first into her cunt.

"That'll stop you screaming you stupid loud bitch!" She shouted down at me as once again as my face was once again greeted by the horribly coarse and sticky hairs of Hannah's furry cunt.

"Or if you do scream." She began to purr. "Then it'll just be a vibrator for my lovely pussy. Ooh, you're such a good little sex toy, I'm so glad I helped you find your purpose."

She'd unbuttoned her blouse and had pulled her big meaty tits out of her bra, playing with her nipples for added stimulation, oohing and aahing with every desperate lick in her oozing folds from her slave beneath.

Hannah was clearly enjoying herself above, but for me this might have been the worst low I've ever felt, which was certainly saying something giving recent events. Every scent was of Hannah's shit, every taste was of her sticky dripping pussy. My jaw and tongue, already so stiff and sore from being forced to pleasure Ms McLaughlin earlier that day were aching from having to lick Hannah's sweaty cunt. My head was shaking back and forth as the moaning, groaning mass of Hannah humped against my face, every movement shifting the shitty panties up and down my nose. A constant reminder of the life I lived now.

Eventually her moans and groans turned into the gasp of orgasm, her flabby thighs squeezing around my head in a tight asphyxiation grip and then the bursting spray of her cum spread across my face, soaking through the panties and dripping down my chin and onto my naked breasts. She humped out every last second of enjoyment from the powerful orgasm I was forced to deliver before collapsing back, sighing with overjoyed contentment as I was finally allowed to throw my head back, gasping for air and choking on the wetness and shit that flavoured every desperate inhale.

The room was almost silent for a few moments as Hannah recovered from the intense enjoyment of the orgasm, the only noises being our twin pantings filling the air. Eventually she sat back up and strolled over to my bed, grabbing my pillow and using it to wipe off the remnants of her dripping cum from her pussy and thighs, before tossing it back lazily on the bed.

She grinned across the room at me. "Well done, Slave Slut. You're really learning your place as a worthless pussy pleaser for your Goddess. How do my shitty panties smell? Delicious I'm sure, as you love everything that comes from me so much."

On my knees, panting for air, every breath tainted with the stench of cum and shit, looking ridiculous with a mask made of silk thong, I found myself breaking down into tears of disgust and humiliation again. I can't take this anymore. I don't care if my life is ruined by the video, my life is ruined just now. This isn't worth it. I'll have to report her, report Ms. McLaughlin, do something to stop this!

"But now its time to get to work." Hannah strolled back over to me and squatted down to look me straight in the eye. "You've got to tell me some secrets. You're the Queen Bee-itch of Greenbrier, the one in charge who always made my life a living hell. That's why you're my filthy toilet slave now, to work hard to make it up to me, spending the rest of your life devoted to my lovely pussy and arse and everything that comes from them."

She paused, allowing another of her humiliating speeches to sink in.

"But you're not the only fucking bitch at this school. Your little cronies have made my life hell as well, taunting and teasing and bullying for years. I've got a video of you enjoying my delicious sweat and farts, that I'd be oh so happy to show to people if you ever betrayed your Goddess, but now its time for your friends to learn their place. Help them become good little Slave Sluts just like you. You were always the worst, the most evil person, so I'll be keeping you. But your friends need to learn their lessons too and you have to let me know what their most precious secrets are to help them.

This was too far, I thought to myself. I could never dream of turning on my friends like that. Submitting them to the same humiliating punishments which I'd been forced to undertake? Never. I'd fallen down the rabbit hole of Hannah's ownership, the fear and humiliation that dominated my life stopping me from snapping at this ugly fat bitch, so far beneath me for years, and allowing me to get trapped in this humiliating position. I'd still been so broken and destroyed from the hours of humiliating rape and humiliation that I couldn't quite bring myself to snap at her like before, but the request to betray my friends and my own newfound decision to escape at all costs to myself allowed me the simplest, smallest victory.

"No." I managed to bring myself to whisper.

"What was that?" Hannah's voice said above me.

"No." I managed to say, louder this time. "I won't betray my friends like that. I could never let them be forced to pleasure such a horrible, stinking, fat disgusting bitch like you!"

I stopped completely shocked even with myself. Such venom in my words directed at Hannah had so easily flown for years, but after being broken down so much they now sounded like an alien language. What sort of Slave Slut says those things to her Goddess? Wait, why the hell did I think of her as a Goddess again? Why did I think of myself as a Slave Slut?! My mind was becoming clouded and confused, I needed to break away from this twisted situation and escape, no matter what happens to me.

I looked back up at Hannah expecting some furious rage, but she seemed to be smiling.

"You know I was very curious as to what you'd say." She smirked. "I was wondering how well I'd broken you. Would you immediately say 'Yes'? Desperate already to please your Goddess? Or would you say 'No'? I'll be honest, I was excited to see, and would be very happy with either answer. 'Yes' is a sign that you've learned your place. But 'No'? Oh, 'No' is so much more fun..."

She trailed off, reaching across her bed to the pocket of her blazer, hung upon the bedpost.

I was in complete shock. Partly from my own sudden outburst that had put me in so much risk, and also from Hannah's relaxed attitude towards it. What did she mean by fun? I knew very well that what was fun for Hannah was never going to be fun for me...

She whirled back round, clutching her prize in her fat hand.

"I swiped this from one of the physics labs." She beamed. "I was in class, saw it and thought of you. Doesn't it look fun?"

Peering at what she held in her hand, I struggled to recognise it. The fabric of the shitty thong obstructed my vision, to say nothing of the stinging sweat and cum in my eyes. Then it suddenly revealed itself to me.

Hannah was holding a very short wire, with two crocodile clips on either end. The sort that younger students use to learn about conduction and circuits and whatnot in their physics classes. The cold metal teeth of the crocodile clip filled me with a sense of foreboding. Knowing Hannah, that foreboding was very justified.

"I'll bet you think you've got lovely titties, Slave Slut." Hannah sneered down at me. "They're round and perky. Nothing like my beautiful womanly breasts, but for those idiots outside they're probably the perfect rack."

She paused, allowing me to continue sitting there in fearful breathing.

"So I'll give you another chance. Tell me the darkest secrets of your friends. Let them learn their place beneath me, just like you have."

The shining metal of the clips held my eyes as fear once again gripped my heart. Already I was losing the confidence I'd had a few seconds ago. But still, the drive to protect my friends from the same hell I was going through, and my own personal desire not to betray them kept me strong, if much more terrified.

"N-No." I stuttered out, much less sure of myself this time.

"Are you positive you don't want to tell me now?" Hannah smiled down at me maliciously.

Slowly I nodded, but terrible foreboding was all I could feel.

"Well alright then, time for some fun."

She grabbed me again, pulling me close as my whole body fought against her. Hannah was fat and out of shape, but the different weight classes between us should never be underestimated, to say nothing of the strength of her sick and twisted desire to make me suffer.

Her fat thumb prised down the latch of the clip, causing the crocodile to open his sharp metal jaw. My eyes widened with horror as I saw it stretching out towards my right nipple before biting down hard into the incredibly sensitive flesh.

My sudden scream of agony was muffled by Hannah bringing her hand to cover my screaming mouth. She held it there, silencing my screams of pain until the sudden shock gave way and all that was left was the stinging pain of the clip.

"Do you want to tell me now?"

Oh god this was agony, this was hell. My nipples were incredibly sensitive at the best of times, but Ms McLaughlin had been yanking on them earlier and now this horrible sharp metal was digging in with agony. I had to do something, say something to make her stop. But I still couldn't bring myself to betray my friends like this. I had to give her something, anything to get this pain to stop."

"Ah oh god ow!" I gasped out in pain at her. "Um, ow, ooh, Katie! Katie cheated on her boyfriend on holiday! It was in- ow! M-Malta! Malta, on the boat!"

Already the shame washed over me, betraying my friend like that. She'd trusted me with her secret and I'd betrayed her. It was only a small secret, and besides she'd told me that she was planning to break up with him next hols anyway. But still, the principle that I'd told Hannah, of all people, such an intimate detail of my best friend's life was enough to fill me with shame.

"That's not it Slave Slut." Hannah grinned down at me, my intense pain giving her equally intense pleasure. "Everyone knows Moncrieff is a slut, that's not a secret. I need something more."

With that, her thumb moved to the other clip and opened its jaws. The shortness of the wire caused my nipple to be tugged violently as it was stretch across to meet my left. Both my nipples were now stinging with agonising pain as the metal teeth dug into their flesh, pulling them tightly in the wring direction across my chest. Another scream of agony overtook me as once again Hannah's fat hand was forced against my lips to muffle it.

"Alexandria! S-she cheated on her English A-levels before summer because she wanted to go on Hol-Holiday! with us and was told she had to pass everything to be allowed."

Oh god another trusted secret from a friend betrayed. What the hell was I doing? Pain and shame and shame and pain were all that I could think and feel, my nipples stinging with agony.

"Getting warmer." Hannah grinned. "But that's not the worst thing. I need something bad... Let's up the ante a little bit."

She gave the wire a small flick that might well have been an earthquake. The tautness of the tiny wire meant that any movement from it gave my nipples an unbearable shaking tug that stretched them out from my breasts.

"Argh oh god!" I moaned in miserable pain. "Mr Presutti! Lorenzo! He's a criminal! Mafia! That's how he affords everything. The twins know! They've had known criminals going in and out of their house for years!"

"Well now that is exciting!" Hannah gasped at me. "There were always rumours, but I'm still surprised to learn that! Give me more, what about Katie?"

I tried fighting the pain, but I could feel my body giving in.

"Ow ow ow! Car crash! Car crash! We took her dad's Bentley out for a drive. Ah! We were drunk, she crashed it into a churchyard. Her father paid to keep it out the papers, paid everyone off. Oh god!"

Hannah cackled wildly. "A churchyard? Oh my god this is fantastic! Joanna now, what's that little bitch's secret?"

This is where I had to draw the line. All I could see was Joanna's burning hatred for me after the escapade with Ms McLaughlin on the roof. I'd already betrayed her so much, I couldn't do it again. Shaking my head at her I begged.

"Please... Please, not Joanna. Not her."

This annoyed Hannah. She'd already gotten so much out of me, and seemed desperate to get something on everyone. A clean sweep of all my friends and didn't seem willing to stop.

"Tell me!" She shouted down at me, and gave a hard yank on the wire causing me to scream loudly as I felt like my nipples were going to be torn off my body, hot tears of pain pouring down my face as I sobbed.

"Tell me!" She shouted, properly angry at my refusal to sneak on Joanna. "Tell me now and I wont make you keep my shitty panties over your face all night!"

That was the final straw, the stinging pain on my nipples was unbearable, but the idea of having to sleep all night with the stench of that fat cow's shit burning my nostrils was more than I could even dream of taking.

"Capsaicin!" I roared out in pain. "Capsaicin! She used capsaicin in the National Showjumping Championships."

Hanna released the wire and my full breasts fell with a bounce, each tiny movement sending another sting from the clips on my nipples, but I thanked god she'd finally let go.

"What's capsaicin?" She inquired.

"It makes her horse jump higher. It's a banned substance. If the Olympics committee found out about it she'd never have a chance."

I sighed and panted out the words, every syllable a struggle through the pain, every breath laced with shit.

"Got any proof for all this stuff?" Hannah asked.

"Our group chat." I sighed. "On my phone, we've talked about it all."

She rose across the room to my bed, plucking my blazer off its bedpost and dug inside the pocket for my phone and pulled it out.

"Code."

I shook my head, however vainly it may be.

"Code!" She pressed, louder this time

"3462!" I shouted in brutal desperation.

The light from the unlocked phone flashed across her face, illuminating her evil grin. She tossed my phone over to her bed, then grabbed her sweaty tights off my bed. Sauntering back to me she squatted down and unclipped both clips from my unbearably stinging nipples. Thankfully she peeled the disgusting panties off my face, though it did little to remove the stink of sweat, cum, and shit that seemed to have been absorbed into my face. Looking down at my poor nipples I gasped in shock. The pain was immense, but they looked horrible. Bright right and even gently misshaped from the torture of the crocodile clips and Hannah's yanking.

"You've been such a good Slave Slut for your Goddess." Hannah smirked down at me. "But my what a little sneak! Tattling on your friends? Dear, dear, dear... Open your mouth."

Knowing what a disgusting bitch she was, I shouldn't have been shocked, but still I was amazed by how low she would sink.

"P-please... Goddess." I choked out the last word. "You promised."

"I said I wouldn't make you spend the rest of the night with these shitty panties over your face." She grinned down at me. "I didn't say anything about your mouth."

I couldn't bring myself to open my mouth for her, but my mind and body had been exhausted of any fight at all, so I was unable to stop her. Leaning down she squeezed my nose hard. The seconds without oxygen crept on, until eventually I was forced to open my mouth in a gasp which was quickly taken by Hannah as a chance to stuff the disgustingly soiled fabric into my mouth. The flavours of cum and sweat and shit burst across my tongue as I gagged at the taste, feeling, and just mental thought of what was in my mouth.

Keen to make sure I had no chance of spitting them out, she took the sweaty tights she was gripping, and began wrapping them around my face as tight as she could, sealing in the disgusting knickers taste in my mouth and forcing the horrible smell of her sweaty tights against my nose.

Giggling at her handiwork she flounced over to her bed, and collapsed onto it, the tired springs groaning beneath her immense weight.

There I was left abandoned on the floor, every intense flavour and smell of Hannah soaking through my being, with the bitch herself's gross form only a few feet away, cruelly laughing at every personal message shared between me and my friends.

But the worst of it was made clear, worse than the sweat, and the humiliation, and even the horrible taste of that fat bitch's shit. The worst of it was that I had betrayed my friends' trust, revealed their darkest and most damaging secrets to this sadistic monster. Would they have to go through everything I have? Would she do the same to them? But one thing was clear. No matter what happened to them, it would be my fault. And now that she knew these secrets of my friends, I couldn't even think of leaving her. This is my life now.

I'm trapped.