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Click hereShe forced herself to deal with the task at hand. Liz's piss had splashed across her face, hair, neck, breasts, and shirt. Vicki had to get it off. It was revolting.
It wasn't the wetness so much as the smell. Fuck. Vicki pulled off her shirt, small spots of piss dotted the front of it. She felt vulnerable and cold, but at least she had her bra.
Vicki splashed water across her face, through her hair, down her neck and across her breasts. The smell wouldn't quit. She could wash Liz off her body but couldn't clean her sinuses.
Focus. The shirt. She pumped some hand soap on it, wet a paper towel, and started scrubbing.
KNOCK. KNOCK. Then a try on the door.
Fuck. Vicki scrubbed harder. No time for perfection. No time to dry. She turned off the sink. She smelled like piss. How much was her shirt and hair and how much was her violated nose and mouth?
"Open up," Liz hissed from outside.
Vicki unlocked the door and Liz stepped in. She was carrying Vicki's purse.
Liz took a long moment just to stare at Vicki. She was pathetic. Vicki didn't need to hear it. She felt it in every fiber of her being.
Vicki did her best to ignore it.
"Give me you bra," Liz said.
Vicki cut her eyes down to her shirt, wet with soap and water. It would cling to her breasts, show every detail of her nipples. She looked over to Liz. Cold eyes and a cruel smile. There was no point in begging.
Vicki nodded and unhooked her bra. Shaky hands delivered it to Liz.
"You should be thanking me," Liz said.
Vicki looked away.
"Say it," Liz said.
"Thank you master," Vicki responded.
Liz tossed the buttplug into the sink with a sharp metal-on-porcelain sound.
"Don't let me catch you without that in," Liz said.
Vicki turned to Liz. How was she supposed to... she couldn't wear that ALL the time.
"Don't look so sad," Liz said. "You can take it out later. After you earn it. Not now."
Liz started toward the door.
"My room. Two hours. Wear a skirt and no panties," she said. Then she was off.
Vicki gave herself a once over in the mirror. It was hard to tell the difference between water and piss, but she was as clean as she was likely to get, and couldn't hide in the bathroom forever.
She threw the shirt on. The teal fabric was wet, darkened with water. It clung to her breasts, highlighting every detail of her full nipples.
Vicki stared down at the buttplug.
Fuck.
She covered it in soap, preparing herself mentally for what was ahead. Vicki didn't bother questioning how to escape her shame, but rather tried her best to find the strength to endure it.
Vicki pulled her panties down and lubed her fingers up with soap. She bent over the sink, pressing her fingers up against her own asshole, making room for what was to come.
- COMMENTS
Pappasleaze10 months agogood chapter. I like how she tried to get free but found in her mind that she couldn't. I like how she told mckayla but left out parts of the story. I still would like to see That Vicki forced to service Janette. thank you for sharing it.
BTW don't worry about what whackdoodle says, he has a tendency to try and bring in real life into fiction.
EroticCupcake10 months agoAuthorThanks for the comment. Very likely no direct evidence exists, which is why th video is circumstantial. Vicki 100% believes she was set up, but it is not so clear. Did Liz have no direct sex video because she's too careful (to your point about risk) or because this is opportunistic and not a setup. I'll try to pay some of this setup off later. Also I get this story is not for everyone, I'm just trying to force myself to write.
Whackdoodle10 months agoYou do know they would be in jail for prostitution, right? Cops love sting operations involving hookers because they’re easy and let’s them get their name in the paper.
And do you know the problem with blackmail? It only works if you don’t use it.
Let her produce the tapes, do it. Because Hilk Hogan sued Gawker into bankruptcy for showing a sex tape HE MADE! He made it, they showed it and he was able to live comfortably on their money while they are gone.
So why would she care what leverage Liz had?!? All it takes is one visit to the police station, one trip to a lawyer, and the Sorority, the sisterhood, the Fraternity’s, the University even, would be paying so much money that Liz would be lucky to live under a bridge 1000 ft away from schools or other public place for the rest of her life.
