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Click here"HMMMM?" Her eyes widened immediately, blushing deeply as she felt him grab her by the hair and pull her upright, "Come on, cougar! It's a five minute walk, right?"
Heather tried to ignore the gauntlet of spanks on her ass as she was led hopping towards the door, naked and bound and sucking on a pacifier. What would any passersby say? She'd also seen what Kent had written on her breasts: "Honk if MAGA."
And honk they did. Even now, several trucks passed them by on the road, and even as she hopped along in the warm evening air, she shuddered with ever truck horn she heard.
Maybe they weren't MAGA at all, just men sharing in this public walk of shame, even as Kent led her along the road, pausing only to cover her nudity with his jacket, pulling her pants back up, and undoing her pacifier gag as he led her into the lobby.
Heather could have screamed, then, gotten him arrested. But she knew that he'd make sure to send the videos to Valerie. Or could he?
And yet... there was something in the experience of what happened that made her wonder if it could happen again. She said nothing, stumbling along as her legs still felt slightly numb from her experience.
"Rough night, ma'am?" A cheeky clerk called out, which only prompted Heather to blush and Kent to laugh, waving cheerfully.
They walked to her room, Kent taking the card key out of her purse and bringing her inside.
She was too exhausted to stop him now, and when he released her, she stumbled to the bed and lay down, "F-fuck you, Kent..." she groaned, yelping again as he slapped her ass. She felt him write something else on her, but simply moaned in protest.
"Failed Feminist," Kent read out, pleased with himself, "Have a good night, Mrs. Crofter. I can't wait till next time." With that, he jokingly pushed the baby's pacifier back into her mouth and walked out of the room.
Heather knew she should spit it out and go to sleep. Yet for some reason, she didn't. She felt herself grow calmer, and her eyes close, wondering what sort of humiliation Kent would come up with next time.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 1 year agoHe's fucking lucky she didn't shoot him dead after she Sober up ! And she still may shoot him after she remembers he is trying to Blackmail her With videos..
Anonymousalmost 2 years agoKeep your politics, especially so overt, of your porn. You're not a good enough writer (yet?) to do it well.
Anonymousabout 2 years agoI enjoyed it a great deal but please could the author make up his mind whether the name of Heather's tormenter is 'Kent' or 'Kevin'? Choose one and stick to it, please as there is nothing more jarring than an author getting his/her own characters names wrong.
satedandwaitingalmost 4 years agoWould love to read more. Reading someone humiliated - especially by a hated opponent or other antagonist - is thrilling. If I may request, keep the bondage at a minimum, or require her to do so "voluntarily" herself. The humiliation and degradation loses something when they simply cannot physically resist at all. She should be made to serve not simply by virtue of being physically unable to fight or run or resist at all, but because she merely feels compelled to ... whether because her cunt overrides her brain or because she just refuses to deal with the consequences of NOT serving.
