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   The Exhibitionist Pet Pt.  04

   The intercom rang and my heart skipped a beat.  I was expecting it,
since I asked Amanda for help, but I tried to prepare myself every time I
heard a car passing in the street.  Those rings weren't following any car
engine.  As I looked outside I had no doubt, it was exactly who I was
waiting for.  I would recognize Amanda's friend anywhere.

   "Fuck." I thought to myself.  It was the same girl who opened the gate
of Amanda's home to let me in.  It wasn't for free though, she only did it
in exchange for a very compromising video where I basically allowed them to
share the records of my actions (and also confessed all the things I had
done up to that moment).  Let's say that from the experience I had with her
I knew she would be able to press the right buttons to flip my switch and
release that dark uncontrollable Laura I was fearing so much.

   That morning, when I woke up, I thought everything I did the day before
was a dream.  I swear, I woke up in panic, convinced myself that it could
never happen and then realized that "I drink dog's cum" was still on my
lower chest.  Yeah, sometimes probabilities are wrong.

   With that everything I did started to sink in, making my denial
impossible.  I had allowed Lianna to tattoo me naked in front of a crowd, I
had been blowbanged by the same crowd, I had been recorded doing both the
things, my neighbor have seen me coming back naked and cum covered and
worst of all, I had committed myself to a new dare to bring my parents into
the mess I had turned my life into.

   I was definitely my worst enemy.  I didn't need to do any of that.  All
of it, at least of the nastiest things, were just consequences of my own
actions.  I choose to try to fuck Lianna's husband for having my ego hurt
by the pizza indifference and it started the chain of events that was
probably going to make my naked body go viral in my city...  well, in my
city if I was optimistic, in my country if I was realistic.

   I wanted to curl into a ball to cry and die, but even realizing the
enormity of what I did my pussy betrayed me and made me horny just by
picturing what I did in my mind.  Oh, my wet pussy was also my enemy.  It
demanded attention and I couldn't even mourn my intimacy properly to feel
slightly less messed up.

   My pussy almost made me eager for the dare of the day, the dare of
talking to one of my parents while nude in public.  I had to do it on that
day, risking to show my family what I've become in only one year of living
alone.

   It was Friday, so I could go to a secluded place in a public park I
knew. I once went to that place because a date lived nearby and we wanted
to smoke weed somewhere safe, since he couldn't in his apartment.  It was
an isolated trail in which no more than some joggers would walk through (or
some couples wanting to fuck in public during the night).

   Well, it was early morning yet so I could still find help among my
friends, or at least that was what I thought.  I contacted my biggest
friends, the ones I really could trust, and most of them didn't even
answer.

   The ones that answered said they couldn't help me, but it was probably
because I couldn't tell what the help would be.  Instead of saying they
would record me naked talking to my dad I just tried to be generic saying
that I needed their help in an urgent matter.  Well, urgent matters weren't
urgent enough.

   I tried to go down in the friendship hierarchy then.  The friends I
didn't trust much, the barely friends...  Most of them followed the same
pattern of not answering my calls, but those who answered were in class,
some even telling me that I should also attend the class since there would
be some important matter.

   Well, it was cute that they cared about my academic life, but the matter
wasn't important enough.  It was Friday, and I attended my class II would
have to do the dare on Saturday, the day when families would go have
picnics.  Can you imagine that american dream christian family (a father, a
mother and two kids) making a picnic and suddenly seeing me walking through
them with the nastiest stuffs written all over me?  The kids would ask
"dad, what is dog's cum and why does she drink it?" I could imagine and it
made me hornier, but I hated myself for it.

   Anyway, I even tried to contact my neighbor, the one who saw me the day
before, but he had already left to work.  Apparently everyone was having a
productive life...  everyone but me, who was trying to find someone to help
me by recording my public indecency, and almost incestuous, act.  I was
basically looking for someone to produce proof of my lewd act in order to
give it to Amanda, so she could induce me to do even nastier things...

   Well, that isn't fair.  She wouldn't induce me to do nastier things, she
would give me the start I needed to do it myself.  To release the devil I
had in the darkest corners of my mind (or maybe cunt), a devil that
wouldn't stop until he ruined me in every possible way.  It was almost the
same thing, like giving an alcoholic a beer can to see him drowning in
vodka right after it.  The only difference was that my addiction was much
more socially condemned.

   After all my options failed, since no one wanted to do favors seven in
the morning during a Friday, I recurred to the person who I knew would help
me somehow (with a high price).

   "Sorry, ma'am.  I can't find help for the dare.  Can I do it myself?" I
typed and sent it to her in the message app.  The answer took a few
minutes.

   "Damn, pet.  What would you do without me?  You should get better
friends.  Next time you suck so many dicks in the street, try to keep the
contact of some of them.  I'll see what I can do." She answered.

   I got a bit relieved but then I received another message.

   "Sorry, you are on your own.  Try to announce it on your facelook."

   Fuck, she knew I couldn't do that.  In fact I'm not sure if she knew it
or not since I had broken any boundaries I had in the previous weeks, but I
insisted.

   "Please, ma'am.  I need help."

   "Fine, slut, I will try." She answered vaguely.

   I still tried to look for help after that, but couldn't.  A message from
Amanda rang about twenty minutes later.

   "I got someone.  Stay ready at 10pm.  I promised that you would be
obedient to convince the person."

   She didn't even hint at the gender of whoever would be my chaperone, an
obvious choice to keep me in the dark, but that was the best I would get so
I decided to move on and try to remove Lianna's writings from my body.

   What I realized was that Lianna wasn't lying when she said that it would
be hard to wash off.  One hour and a half in the shower and I was only able
to make the writings on my face faint enough to not be easily seen, and
that's all.  Part of me was even a bit sad about having this partial
success, but this part could console itself with the fact that nastier
writings were all over my body, in parts that would be in display.

   It was weird, you know.  I wanted to keep any modesty I could.  Alright,
I know the right expression should be "not degrade myself even more" at
this point, but it's almost the same thing.  I needed to keep myself
rational, not that turmoil of sluttiness I was frequently becoming.

   My parents couldn't know about what I did, and I was still in denial
that they would eventually find out.  If they were reclusive farmers
without internet living in a small town forgotten by the world I would have
a chance to keep it a secret from them, but I wasn't thinking of it at the
time.  I was holding on any chance of keeping their image of me as their
perfect daughter and source of pride.

   Yes, I wasn't acting to be any of those things, but I was hoping for a
miracle...  asking the universe to be kind to me and, despite my actions,
let me avoid being a disappointment to them at least for a bit more time. I
know the universe isn't kind to who repeat the same mistakes, especially if
the person is acting worse every time...  but I just couldn't help myself.

   Nothing in the dare specified that I should look good.  From what I know
if I was looking destroyed Amanda would appreciate it even more, but one of
my last prides was my appearance so I've put on my makeup before my
mysterious chaperone would arrive.  As I was doing it and drying my hair I
couldn't stop myself, at least that dark side you all know about by now,
from speculating how I would be when I returned home.

   Maybe I could be back without huge consequences, but last time I came
back with cum all over my face, a trail of it running from my mouth to
between my tits, my belly and reaching my wet pussy.  God, I was a mess.  I
definitely couldn't allow myself to do the same while talking to my dad.

   Oh yeah, I was thinking about what I should do.  My mother is almost a
living lie detector and my father is the ingenuous type, bordering
silliness.  I just had to hope that my father would answer my call.

   After everything was done I chose an outfit matching what the dare
specified.  My crop tops were too long, so I had to make some cuts on them.
For the bottom I choose shorts.  I guess it would be better to keep my fire
under control, although I knew that it had its risks too.  I even thought
about pants, but decided that if I did it the chaperone would be even more
inclined to make me use something else.

   And that (plus a breakfast that you won't be interested in since this is
not a site for gastronomic stories) were all I did before finally knowing
who my chaperone was.

   I was hoping for a man.  Not by the reasons you thought, but because a
man would be more predictable.  He would make me do the dare and then I
would suck him, fuck him or something on that line.  Being a woman, things
would be more dangerous.  She could be bisexual or lesbian and want to use
me sexually.  I'm straight but would rather pass through that than
something that would make my dad realize what I've become.  The problem was
that if she wasn't she would be doing that by other reason, and knowing
Amanda and the sadistic psychological games that women usually played
against her enemies.

   It's not every girl that wanted to ruin the others, but that one
definitely would appreciate that.  As I went to my front yard to meet her
she greeted me talking like a kindergarten teacher, making even a forced
childish voice.

   "Look at you, all dressed up..." She looked at my belly and the bottom
of my tits exposed "well, kind of dressed up...  But still is a progress
from what you did yesterday."

   I felt a sting of shame when she said that, but managed to say "thanks
ma'am."

   "You can call me Emily...  but let's talk about business, or whatever
name you use for those things you do." She said smiling, and as I opened my
gate she entered my house saying "but first let's a proper outfit for you."

   I thought about saying that I would rather be as I was.  I swear I did,
but kept myself quiet and followed her, leaving my front gate hanging open
behind.

   She looked at my house and commented about the decoration.

   "You have a nice home.  I was expecting something that fit you more,
with dildos showing in the living room, cum stains all over the place and
some used condoms everywhere."

   Every time she opened her mouth was to say something demeaning.  I felt
like a child getting scolded by my actions, but as if she was trying to not
be aggressive.  The effect is that I felt even dumber and sluttier than I
was before.

   As she entered my bedroom she also commented about how clean it was. 
Basically faking surprise and insulting me with compliments by exceeding
her hygiene expectations, but she did it for only one second.  What she
wanted was to check my clothes.

   If everything was tidy when she entered, she changed it right away,
grabbing my clothes and throwing them all over the place until she found a
black fit skirt.

   "This is almost good enough" she said, but looked at the scissor I had
left behind when I cut my crop top to match the requirements of the dare.
"dress up." she ordered, throwing the skirt to me.

   I did it, and the skirt was around mid thigh, but it was very tight. 
That skirt was one I had since beginning high school.  It even had some
stains on it.

   Emily grabbed the scissor in her hand and I knew what was about to
happen.  I always donated my old clothes but that one had sentimental
value. It was the skirt my mother bought me when I was trying a summer job
as a teenager.  "I'm so proud of you." She said to me at that time.

   She wouldn't be now.  Emily was cutting the skirt and I didn't even
object.  The back bottom hem was around the middle of my ass now, and in
the front it barely reached my pussy, in fact part of my lips were even
below the hem level, but it would be hidden from people standing next to me
(at least if the skirt were completely stretched).

   I would be dressed, but I couldn't trust any of the pieces of clothing I
had.  I could feel all my sluttiness trying to break the fragile chains of
my rationality.  I even fucking smiled seeing how close to effective
nakedness I was.

   "Oh, you look so happy with your new clothing.  I can even forgive you
for not thanking me like a good girl would do." Emily said.

   I hated how condescendingly she treated me, but holy fuck, it was
sooooooooooo good to be treated like a really stupid childish bimbo.  My
pussy was gushing and I had to use every ounce of self-control to don't let
the chain of events in which I would just lose my composure happen.

   "Thanks, ma'am, I mean, thanks Emily.  I loved the new skirt."

   Emily smiled deviously.  "See, you aren't too stupid to learn gratitude.
I left my classes to help you and seeing you appreciating it makes it all
worth it, but you don't have to lie to me, you know.  I know you thought it
is still too long." She said, getting on her knees again and removing a bit
more fabric from all the sides.

   As I looked at the result in the mirror I noticed I could basically see
the lower part of my pussy.  It wasn't showing much of it, I could only
discern it because the skirt was black and my skin was pale white...  but
what else I would show while I walked?

   "Thank you, Emily.  It's even better now." I said hoping it would make
her stop, but also a bit pleased.

   At this moment I was cheering for her and my slutty side.  I had to
avoid the worse, but it would be so fun to be defeated.  Fuck, I couldn't
let it happen.  I had to keep my focus...

   Emily looked at my money on my computer table.  Fifty bucks and took it.
She wasn't even ashamed of robbing me, or extorting.  She just looked at me
after pocketing the money and said "a fair payment for my jobs today.  Oh,
and bring some money too.  We will need it."

   I took a bit more money from where I kept it hidden.  There wasn't much,
but she took even more from it without any objection from me.  I knew it
wasn't fair or right, but I wasn't going to pick a fight when she could
basically ruin me in any way she could.

   I grabbed a purse to keep my phone, money and keys and we left to the
street.  I saw a car in front of my neighbor's home and guessed it was her
car.  As I looked at her she said "oh, poor thing, I'm a very eco-friendly
person.  We will use public transportation." I looked shocked and noticing
my change of expression she said "oh, sorry...  How can I say these in easy
words?  We will use the bus, that biiiig car with lots of people inside."

   God, she was brutally condescending.  It was so much worse than direct
insults, so much more effective in destroying my self esteem.  I was
feeling dumber every time she spoke.

   "I can pay for a cab if you want." I proposed, but she just smiled and
said "sorry, babe.  We must take care of our planet."

   I accepted the defeat and we walked to the nearest bus stop..  for a few
meters.  She was properly dressed with her bag on her back.  I was looking
like a hooker, maybe even more obscenely.  From what I could tell, my pussy
could be exposed and my ass definitely was.  Even worse, and I know it was
easy to forget, but I had some writings all over me and none of them were
covered.

   Let's remember all of them.  In my pelvic region there was "I love the
taste of cock", in my left thigh "ready for a face fuck", in my right one
"Slap my cunt", right below my tits "I drink dog's cum", my back had "Fuck
me like you hate me" on the upper portion, "I love bestiality" in the lower
portion and a "piss in my mouth" on my left butt cheek.  My right butt
cheek tattoo was the "cocksucker slut" with a penis inside a red heart, my
upper arm had a tattoo saying "I  (TM)¡ Eating Ass" and my middle chest
tattoo was "Cum Addicted Whore" in big letters with smaller ones below
saying "please, degrade me" (although this last one was covered by the crop
top, that didn't had a cleavage.

   I imagined if people on street really believed those things, specially
the bestiality and dog's cum part.  By the way, there were people on the
streets.  It was almost 10:30 am, the sunlight was bright and the day was
beautiful, so anyone who wasn't working had a good reason to be outside,
and a few were.

   Oh, and since there were people around Emily approached me and said
"look, I know you are all ok with being who you are and I think is great
that you want to keep being yourself, even if being yourself means... 
being like this." She gestured to indicate she was talking about my lack of
clothing r body writings and tattoos.  "But some of us still have a
reputation...  a good one, so It will be better if we keep some distance
from now on.  Alright?  But don't worry.  I have your number so I will
message you if I want to say anything.  We still can have some fun."

   And with that she took distance from my compromising company.  I could
understand her point of view, it was probably best for her to not be seen
with me.  People in the street were gawking over how exposed I was.  I
couldn't help but wonder what would be their reaction if they saw me in
front of the tattoo shop.

   When we reached the bus stop there were four other people there.  It
wasn't much, since it was a residential area, but as I appeared I could see
that I turned the talk between two guys into a silent contemplation of my
body.  The other people around were a woman in her forties, Emily and a
girl about my age.

   My phone rang, breaking the awkward silence.

   "stick 2 fingers in ur pussy, then look at them and suck it." The
message from an unknown number said.  It was obviously Emily.

   I started writing an answer, since I still had some self control. 
Before I could send it I received another one.

   "I think my last message hasn't reached u.  Stick 2 fingers in ur pussy,
look at them, say you are very horny and suck it.  If u don't i'll have to
cancel all this since aren't reaching u :("

   Fuck.  She couldn't leave me.  I couldn't do all this Saturday, there
would be many more people everywhere.  I also couldn't make Amanda look
bad, I thought, and then got kind of surprised by worrying about her
reputation when she obviously didn't cared about mine.

   My hand went below my skirt and two fingers went inside my pussy.  I was
drooling down there, and so sensitive that I even moaned to my own touch.
Taking those fingers out also was a challenge to my self control, but I did
it.  The next part went almost automatically.  I moved it to my eyeline,
seeing my wetness shining in that bright day and said "oh god, I'm so
fucking horny", sucking it right after.

   Everyone around could be from my street, and even if they weren't, they
surely lived nearby.  It would be troublesome if they started rumors about
the blonde slut girl, since there wasn't many blondes around.

   "Damn, why am I surprised to see something so nasty coming from someone
who writes on her own body about loving bestiality." Emily said out loud.
The middle aged woman asked what and Emily pointed to the writing of Lianna
she referenced.  The forty woman just said "I never would never believe
someone if someone told me that a girl would expose that in her own skin."

   I felt really low.  Emily and the other woman started talking about me
in not very kind ways, basically focusing on the writings and tattoos.  I
saw a bus coming, a bus that would pass through the park I chose and
signaled it to stop.  I received a message right away "not this one" and
then another one saying "flash pussy to driver :D".

   The bus was almost empty, but I didn't enter it.  Instead I stood at the
front door and lifted my skirt for the driver, a sixty-something bald man
with mustache.  Obviously everyone around saw it, and I could see people
looking and pointing inside the bus, gathering on the windows near me.  I
couldn't hold myself anymore.

   Without an order from Emily I also grabbed the bottom hem of my crop top
and lifted it, exposing my tits and my tattoo of "cum addicted whore." As I
noticed I was starting to lose control I hid my tits again...  well, most
of them, and fixed my skirt.

   The driver wasn't even mad about me signaling and not entering the bus.
I bet he hadn't seen a nineteen years pussy in decades.  I felt like I was
about to fail in my task of not exposing myself to my family, but my fear
put me back on tracks.

   After he understood that I wasn't entering and also wasn't showing
anything else the bus took off.  I closed my eyes and tried to breath in
order to keep myself calmer and chill a bit.  After I was a bit calmer I
opened my eyes and waited a few more minutes hearing insults of Emily and
the middle aged woman.

   When another bus that would pass through the park I choose appeared I
received the message "this one" and entered, but could hear Emily
complaining "I can't believe this whore will be in my bus" to the middle
aged woman.

   As I entered the bus, and paid the entrance, I noticed that the bus
wasn't totally crowded but there weren't any available seats.  Even worse,
not being completely crowded I had to push myself through the people, since
the corridor was narrow, but also was visible to the entire bus, unless
there were someone directly in front of you.

   If you were wearing what I was in that situation you would notice how
the other people brushing against your clothes would pull them.  It wasn't
much, but since everything was basically at the brink of showing, they just
started showing.  My tits got free and my skirt lifted a bit.  I could feel
my nipples rubbing on people and could feel some of them trying to feel me.
One guy even grabbed my exposed tit.

   I wanted to let him go through, to see what would happen, but I held
myself and just pushed my way through him too.  "Bet she liked it." I heard
him telling his friend, and he was right.

   I had an urge to go back to him and say "please, touch my tits, my pussy
and use me...  please." I wanted to give up the dare, not caring about
consequences and just be gang-banged in the bus.  My rational side was the
thing stopping me, but it was like a woolen yarn holding a car.

   I hadn't even looked at the guy, just felt his hand and heard him
bragging about groping me, but yet I was horny to the point that I was
considering the idea of abandoning a dare, which would provide the excuse
Amanda wanted to destroy my life.

   Again I stopped, closed my eyes and breathed slowly, but this time I
made a huge mistake.  I hadn't fixed my clothes (although I'm not sure if
that would've helped) so I started feeling hands running through my entire
body.  My attempt to control myself instead made me a public toy again.

   My eyes were still closed, not to help in my self control anymore, but
because I thought it was so hot that they were seeing all of me and I
wasn't even looking at their faces.  Someone lifted my skirt until it was
bunched around my navel.  Fingers invaded my pussy and felt my wetness,
Both my tits were in the hands of someone, and I wasn't sure if it was only
one person holding both.  Even my mouth was invaded by fingers, and I
licked them.

   For the first time my rational side was demanding to not deviate from
the dare, and I was ignoring him.  I even heard messages on my phone but
ignored it and concentrated only on the comments of those strangers.

   "Man, she is so wet."

   "Look at this.  It says 'I drink dog's cum.'"

   "She is licking my fingers."

   "There are things written all over her body."

   "I know, there's one asking to slap her cunt."

   "What is your name, blondie?"

   The last one triggered me, removing me from my passivity and making me
an agent of my degradation again.  I moved my mouth away from the fingers.

   "My name is Laur...  AWWW..." I was interrupted by a slap on my pussy,
but that didn't stop me.  "My name is Laura Moreira." I answered again,
this time louder.

   I felt another hit on my pussy, and bit my lips in pain, but I was
loving it.

   "She is so wet that when I slap her it clings to my hand."

   Everyone laughed.  I heard another message on my phone but I didn't
look. Instead I just opened my legs a bit more.

   "Do it harder." I asked, hearing more laughter.

   Whoever was hitting me, he did.

   "Thank you, sir."

   "Thanks for what?"

   "Thanks for hitting my wet cunt hard.  This slut loves it."

   Then everything stopped.  Well, the bus literally stopped and I opened
my eyes to see three phones focusing all over my body, one of them on my
face.  There were seven guys around me and I heard the driver screaming at
us.

   "Stop this now or I'll call the cops, for fucking sake.  This isn't a
whorehouse."

   We had obstructed the corridor and people lost their stops due to the...
what should I call it?  A gropebang?  Anyway, after people disbanded I was
left with my crop hem around the top of my tits and my skirt wrapped on my
belly.

   I immediately tried to fix my clothing, the top was easy, but the skirt
was a bit harder.  I could hear more comments now, this time they were
filled with judgement, although I could also hear some guys bragging about
what they did to me or the video/pictures they made.

   Some women were asking the driver to kick me out, but he didn't.  I
noticed he had a hard on.  The poor guy just wanted to keep his job.  If he
didn't need it I bet he would have joined my gropebang.

   I looked at my messages after I fixed my clothes the best I could and
there were three from Emily.

   "Scream that u are a slut."

   "Thank everyone"

   "Don't make us lose our stop, you dumb bitch."

   The phone rang for another message while I was reading the last one.

   "u can still do what I said."

   "I'm a huge slut.  Thanks everyone." I screamed without even a thought.

   Right after it I heard "we know", "we noticed" and "you're welcome,
Laura Moreira."

   I managed to keep myself under control after that, but I wished I
didn't. I endured another five minutes at that place with those people who
saw me doing all that.  I could see people insulting me while talking to
someone else, some guys playing the video and one guy in front of me showed
the screen of his phone as he uploaded his record of my gropebang on a
message group.  I had fucked up.

   Oh, and I was still horny.  In fact I was so horny I almost asked the
guy in front of me to show the replies my video would get.  I DIDN'T EVEN
THINK ABOUT ASKING HIM TO NOT UPLOAD IT.

   But it gets worse.  As he did it I saw as someone else posted a message
with a link.  He clicked and there was me in front of the tattoo shop
sucking dicks in a porn site.  He noticed me peeking and showed it to me
while the video was running.

   The quality was good, I could be easily recognized and people were
saying my first name.  The title was "Slut Laura sucking strangers in the
street" and there were already eighty thousand views.

   I was terrified.  I expected that, but seeing it happen was
overwhelming. While I was contemplating my biggest shame becoming viral he
took the chance to caress my thigh, raising his hand until it was on my
pussy.  I didn't stop him as he invaded my pussy, I wished I could cum at
that moment, celebrating my online exposure becoming irreversible.

   But he didn't let me cum.  We arrived at my stop and I was so distracted
I almost didn't leave.  It took Emily passing through me saying "wasn't
this your stop, slut?" Only then I left that stranger who was masturbating
me while I watched my own amateur porn.

   I only noticed my skirt was way above my pussy as I left the bus and
everyone looked at me with surprise.  That park was next to a busy road, so
there should be at least ten people in the bus stop.  At that point I was
feasting on each thrill I could get, so I left my pussy visible.

   It was as if I had left the "I can't be horny" behind.  What changed it?
My video was seen by eighty thousand pairs of eyes.  Eighty thousand at
least, because that wasn't the only porn site on the internet.  It wasn't
even the most popular one.

   Now I was somehow hoping to get used to those degradations and learn how
to control myself even when I was in my slutty state.  Did I think it would
work?  No.  But I was tired of avoiding my pleasure.

   I wasn't even fooling myself.  I knew I was basically accepting that I
would trust my horniness to respect my family boundaries.  I would like to
say that, since everything was already online, my family would find out
anyway so I could just indulge in my demeaning fun...  but that wasn't it.
I still cared about hiding it all from them, I still hoped to keep that as
a secret, but I just had lost my grip.

   I needed my drug, and I needed to get high on it.  I would still avoid
doing anything too extreme, but walking in a public park with my pussy
exposed in front of so many people didn't sound extreme at this point.

   My skirt wasn't above my waist.  Its bottom hem was almost level with my
pussy lips, maybe an inch above or higher, but people were noticing my
pussy and I could feel it.  They identified the contrast between my skirt
and both the white skin of my outer and inner lips.

   Oh, let's not forget the piercing.  They probably noticed that too.  And
after I passed they would also be greeted with a view of my ass, the bottom
half of it (but everyone knows that is the best part).

   Emily was following me with her phone, but she looked like a stranger
recording me.  That made other people get the courage to do the same, and
soon there were six guys circling me for good angles of my body.  One of
them even having the guts to stand in front of me and placing his phone
between my legs to get a view up my skirt.  I could see he was a bit
apprehensive while doing that, but I reacted differently from what he
expected.

   He was ready to be scolded but I opened my legs a bit more.  I hoped the
view was better this way, and it probably was, but he decided to don't
abuse his luck and after getting some shots of my open wet pussy, he left.

   If he knew how horny I was he would know that it was the perfect moment
to abuse his luck.

   Anyway, as we went further from the main routes people started to leave,
taking the records of my slutty outfit and the writings on my body with
them.

   The same writings that each person who watched my video could see in HD.
They could even pause to read it and then share with their friends.  That
thought made my pussy gush.

   I didn't want to check the video yet.  I accepted my horniness, but
didn't want to be reckless enough to feed it.

   Soon we were on the secluded trail I knew.  While we were walking we saw
three joggers, one alone and two of them together, probably being a couple.

   There was a bench at one point and I sat on him.  Emily approached me
and I heard her voice for the first time since she decided to keep her
distance.

   "Bet you are eager, huh?  Can you imagine what will happen once you
start?"

   I could.  I could imagine myself losing control.  I already had lost
control.

   I imagined a guy touching me while my dad asked me about my grades.  I
imagined a scene in which I would end up moaning and he would require a
video call.  I imagined my family disowning me.  I imagined how my dad
would be disappointed that his dear daughter turned into this nasty bitch
and ended up all over the internet without even being paid for that...  and
that made me smile.

   I dropped my skirt to the floor and was about to make the call when
Emily stopped me.  She paused a bit, making me curious, but then smiled and
said something I would remember my entire life.

   "I just want you to know that whatever happens, you deserved it.  You
deserved it for becoming a shame for every woman alive.  You deserved that
for hooking up with my friend's ex-boyfriend.  I just wanted you to know
that you brought it all over yourself.  It's your fault and I hope the
worst happens."

   She didn't say that like a kindergarten teacher.  She sounded sincere,
and it kind of hurt a bit because it felt like truth.  I couldn't find an
answer to that, so I tried to change the subject.

   "May I do it now, Emily."

   "Yes, do it."

   I called.  I called my father while I stood bottomless in a public park.
I would do anything to not be found out, but part of me hoped he would
anyway.

   "Hey Lala." He answered.

   "Hey daddy." I answered.

   The talk started.  I pretended that I met a guy from his old job who
said that they knew each other.  A small lie to make it all sound like a
casual call.  It was so weird to fool my dad like that.  It wasn't my first
lie.  In high school I would sometimes hook up with boys but lie that I was
at my best friend's home.  Those were innocent lies.  This one wasn't.

   All our talk was being recorded.  His practically nude daughter was
being recorded, and the footage would join an extensive collection of
compromising material against me and, now, against him too.

   It could be a not innocent lie, but it was a lie that worked.  Our talk
was even a bit boring.  "I don't know him but the daughter of your history
teacher is in your university." He said.

   I had no interest in knowing about the academic life of some relative of
a person I barely knew.  I even regretted choosing that subject, sad that
it wasn't busy enough to keep something interesting happening.  At that
point I didn't want dad to notice what I was doing, but I wanted things to
go almost there.  I wanted someone to abuse me, people to insult me, and I
wanted to be in trouble and narrowly escape.

   I even got happy when I heard someone approaching from behind a curve. I
was hoping for anything.  I lifted my top to release my pierced tits once
again.

   Who appeared was a man, a young man.  I was so sure he would at least
enjoy the view, forcing me to offer him the warmth of my wet pussy.  It
didn't happen.  He avoided looking at me.

   It took only a few more seconds and I had a second jogger being
announced by the sound of his steps.  This time I sat on the bench, but
opened my legs a bit.  He would have a nice view of my pinkness.  When he
appeared it was a sweaty fat guy, probably a bit older than me.  He didn't
try anything, but took a good look at my body.  God, I hoped he would stop
to stare.

   After he passed, the trail went quiet for a few minutes, but I heard
something eventually.  This time I decided that, whoever would appear, I
would warn them that I was talking to my father in that situation.

   To my surprise it was three women in their thirties.  I looked at them
and could see their judgement and curiosity.

   They whispered to each other, talking about me.  The only thing I could
hear was "maybe it's a porn shoot." From one of them who wasn't very good
at whispering.

   She was kind of right.  It was an amateur porn shoot.  One that I was
starring in without any payment.  In fact I sort of paid to be part of it
since Emily took my money earlier.

   Emily was kind of disappointed on the other side of the road.  She held
her phone with the camera pointed at me.  I bet she also was expecting more
action.

   I waited until my dad paused to breathe, since he was in mid monologue
about how young people weren't able to fix a shower, and said "Oh, daddy. I
love your stories."

   The women laughed, and I heard them talk louder now.

   "Holy fuck, she is talking to her father."

   "She probably isn't.  This is definitely a porn shoot."

   "Or a sugar daddy, no one would do something like this talking to her
own father."

   Oh, someone would.  If they knew me they would know it.  But they did
nothing to me, just left.

   I was seen by five people.  None of them did anything more than staring
and maybe bad mouth me.  I wanted more, but I wasn't getting anything.

   I promised myself that I would end the call once I accomplished the
dare. I really meant it, but I hoped for more.

   What I got was four cyclists passing through the trail so fast that I
couldn't even stipulate something to increase my exposure when I heard
them. What I thought as an incredibly risky dare would end up as one of the
mildest ones.

   Emily's expression also showed frustration.  We both expected more.

   For the next one I decided to do more myself.  This time I lay on the
bench and supported both my feet on the edges, arching my knees.  I was so
horny.  I wanted to give anyone that passed a chance to see my gushing
cunt, in fact I would almost force whoever passed to see it.

   I waited like that for minutes until I heard someone, and who appeared
wasn't a person, but four.  A man in his fifties, a woman around the middle
forties and two teenagers a bit younger than me.

   Were they a family?  Is this story family themed now?  The answers are
probably yes and no, it still is a story about a girl ruining herself for
fun because she found an excuse to do so.

   Anyway, both the parents were athletic.  Not like a real athlete but
like someone who attends the gym every day for a few years.  The offspring
were different.  They both looked like those stereotypes of fat incels.

   I even imagined the story.  Dad and mommy are tired of those living
balls of lard living on their expenses and announcing that their genetics
failed when combined.  Dad says that if they don't start jogging he will
throw away their collection of furry porn so they join.  In the first jog
they see a blonde slut naked deliberately showing her pussy.  Later both
the boys start jogging for hours every day hoping to see the same again and
end up as olympic champions.

   Anyway, obviously all the family noticed me, the naked bimbo on the
bench.

   The dad looked for a few seconds until the mother poked him with her
elbow.  She also said something to the offspring.

   One of the boys tried to get his phone out to take a pic, but the mother
stopped him.  The other one was smarter and did the same thing, but
positioned himself slightly behind his mother seizing the opportunity when
she said something to his father, probably inspecting where he was looking.
While there, he kept his phone pointed to me and behind his mother,
recording me in such a lewd pose.

   I could imagine him going to school and showing the records of the
slutty blonde from a public park.  Sharing the video with all his friends
and then with anyone who requested it, and everyone that got my pictures
from him would do the same.

   "I love you, daddy." I said loudly, not realizing the double meaning.

   The mother looked at me angry, thinking I was flirting with her husband.
I wasn't...  I was just flashing my pussy to him...  and he could feel free
to fuck me if he wanted, but I wasn't flirting.

   They left, and the ten minutes was over.

   I should have been happy, but instead I was kind of sad.

   I had to end the call and leave, it was the smart thing to do, but I
didn't.  I wanted to take one last risk.  Just one more step in the dare to
really feel the huge thrill I was expecting.





   I looked at Emily and mouthed "I want to do one last thing."

   Emily got closer and I told her "I want to go to a place with more
people and I will position the phone in a way that shows me naked and
something that shows that I'm on a public trail.  When that happens I will
click on the video call button and I have to grab my tit with one hand and
stick my finger in my pussy and lick it with the other before canceling the
request.  If I cancel it, I'm fine.  If I don't, my dad finds out"

   "We can do better." Emily said and told me her idea.

   Her idea was better.  I left even my crop top with Emily and, once
naked, we walked to an open area where many people could see me.  She even
risked being associated with me by approaching the people who appeared to
enjoy the view of the hot slut full of piercings, lewd tattoos, and
demeaning writings.

   She gathered men of all ages and ethnicities to stay around me if I
failed.  It was seven in total.  Two around my age, one black and one
brown. Two in their thirties.  One is in his forties, brown and fat.  One
in his fifties, white.  One in his seventies, white.  None of them were
good looking.

   I talked to my dad while Emily approached the strangers, even hearing
people calling me a slut from a certain distance, but counting on him not
being able to hear that.

   Those men gathered around me and lots of people were looking at us from
a certain distance, all of them watching as I positioned myself kneeling on
the floor with knees apart in front of them.  If I failed there would be no
possible explanation for that scene.

   "No matter what, if the camera starts you will say to your dad that you
are a whore, Ok?" Emily whispered in my ear.

   "Ok." I agreed, hornier than ever, and not paying attention to what my
dad was saying in what could be the last seconds of normal talk we would
have.

   "Since there's no bench here I will hold your phone for you.  Just tell
me when the position is right."

   We found a position and I was trembling.  Would I be able to do it?

   I took a deep breath.  My dad was still talking.  I noticed that one of
the guys, the black one around my age, took his dick out and touched my
face with it while taking a selfie.  That was a nice addition to the risks
I was taking.

   I wasn't feeling ready, but it didn't matter.  I had made my mind.  I
took a deep breath and clicked on the video call button.

   It started to ring and my heartbeat went even crazier.  It was
happening. Amanda wanted me to do more than the dares demanded?  That was
much more.

   I fingered my cunt while grabbing my tit with the other hand.  I felt
tempted to keep both my hands as they were at that moment and let my dad
see that scene, but I knew I couldn't handle the consequences so I took my
finger out of my pussy, licked my own wetness off of it and then went for
the video call button again to cancel it.

   As my finger approached the touch screen Emily's expression changed She
took a step back, removing the phone from my reach.  With that, I wasn't
able to cancel the call.

   I was petrified as I watched her turning the screen to her and pressing
the button to make the video call show the back camera.  But that sight
wasn't as terrifying as what I heard next.

   "Laura?  W-what are you doing?" I heard my dad's voice say.

   "You know you deserve this.  Now say it." Emily ordered, joyful with
what she had just accomplished.

   I didn't even try to cover myself.  I was paralyzed.

   "Tell him what you are, Laura." Emily said.  Then she started a chorus
repeating "Do it!"

   "Laura, please...  what is happening?  Who are these people?  What are
those tattoos?  Those piercings?  Explain something for fucks sake." My dad
asked.

   Everyone around was repeating "Do it!" None of them would face the
consequences, all of them wanted to encourage my most self-destructive
behavior.

   "Do it!"

   I immediately pictured all the good moments I had with my dad, the
support, the love, and how I had thrown it away for my exhibitionist
thrills.

   "Do it!"

   There was a cock touching my face and he could see that I was in a
public park.  He could see my tattoos, Lianna's writings, my piercing and
my aroused expression.

   "Do it!"

   I don't know if it was a defence mechanism, but I went sluttier.  All I
wanted was to increase my degradation.  And if everyone wanted to have fun
watching me ruin myself, I would do it!!

   I looked at the camera and said, "Sorry dad, I'm a slut."

   "What?  Laura, please, let's talk alone.  Please Laura.  You are just
confused!!"

   "Oh Laura, c'mon.  We all know you aren't just a regular slut.  Tell him
everything." Emily said.

   "No, dad...  we can't talk alone because I'll be busy today!!  I'll be a
free whore for anyone who takes me, and I will rim every ass, swallow every
load of cum...  even if I see a pussy I'll lick it!!  Your daughter is a
public cum dump that loves to please any dick, no matter the age, no matter
how nasty, and I'll post it online for free because I want everyone to know
who I truly am.  I want every person in the street to know that they can
touch my body and use my holes wherever and however they want.  I love
humiliation, dad, in fact I love to be sexually humiliated!!  Sorry for
ending up being such a mess!!" And after saying all this I licked the dick
touching my face and smiled towards the camera.

   Emily ended the call so I couldn't hear his answer...  but I could see
hers.

   "Wow, that was amazing.  Amanda didn't believe when I said, but I knew I
could make you do it."

   I was shaking.  I had just destroyed myself.  God, I just became the
worst daughter in the world.

   I couldn't believe it.  How could I trust Emily after she literally said
that she wanted the worst to me.  How could I give her that power?  Even
worse, I had already accomplished the dare...  I had, but it wasn't enough
for me.  I wasn't even angry, I wasn't even sad...  everything was so
obvious.  I had the chance to stop but decided to double the bet, worse, I
doubled the bet and gave power to decide if I would win or lose to the
person who wanted me ruined.

   Even so I was in full slut mode and started sucking the dick I licked,
and then all the men around pushed their cocks towards my face.

   Emily was recording it with both her phone and mine.  A man lifted my
ass and moved his cock to my pussy while I sucked another.  Emily stopped
him.

   "Only ass and mouth.  She can't cum yet."

   There are girls who can cum with anal, I'm not one of them.  I felt the
spit reach my butthole and then a cock pushed his way through.  It was
hurried, and it hurt, but I loved it.

   More people were gathering.  Not only around with cell phones recording,
but also among the men gangbanging me.

   "My name is Laura Moreira, please use my holes.  I'm a cum dump whore."

   None of the men around were pretty, and I'm including the ones that
joined that first seven after I started sucking dicks and being fucked.  I
was like a model, well, more like a pornstar with those tattoos, but I
still was very pretty and was offering myself to a group of ugly men of all
ages and colors.

   But no one was more hideous than the seventy year old man, and after two
cocks he stood in front of me for his turn.

   I opened my mouth and he shoved his five inches cock in until his gland
was on my throat.  I managed to touch his scrotum with my tongue once, but
I couldn't breathe, so I backed off a bit.

   When I did that he said, "You are lucky you aren't my daughter.  I would
spank you if I was your father."

   Emily, behind the cameras, said, "Her dad had a pretty sad face, by the
way." But I didn't want to think about my dad, I wanted to keep focused on
the thrills I was getting.

   I could stay quiet, but instead I looked at the old man's eyes and said
loudly, "You can spank me if you want, sir."

   It was just a flirty permission, but sounded like a challenge.  I didn't
care, as long as he did it...  and everyone encouraged him to do it.

   "Give this nasty whore a treat, old man!!"

   "Show her some discipline!!"

   "Will you let her treat you like that?"

   A guy grabbed me by the neck and lifted me until I stood on my feet in
front of the old man.

   "Is that what you want?" He asked, taking his belt from his waist.  A
leather belt.

   "Yes!!" I answered, opening my legs and saying, "Do it on my cunt!!"

   "Wait!!" Emily said.  Everyone looked at her expecting her to stop what
was happening (or at least try to), but she surprised everyone.

   "I just wanna say that I'm broadcasting this through your Facelook." She
warned me.

   That didn't shake me.  Everyone I knew was my friend on Facelook, and
they would see what I was doing, but knowing that made me want the pussy
spanking even more.

   "Good." I said to Emily (and to the viewers), and then I looked at the
old man and said, "Make my cunt red, sir!!"

   He hit it the first time and I didn't hide my pain.

   "Mff...  Thanks for disciplining this dumb bitch, sir!!" I said to
everyone's amusement.

   Another strike, even harder this time.

   "Mfffff...  make my cunt all red and swollen, sir!!"

   Another one, stronger, that even made that sound when something cuts the
wind.

   "Mffffffff...  thanks for finding a use for my cunt, sir!!"

   Other men also wanted to take part in my painful humiliation so they
surrounded me to hit other sensitive parts of my body, targeting my tits,
face and ass since my pussy was already in use...  they usually used slaps,
strong slaps, that probably hurt their hands, but one guy punched my belly
and I fell on the floor.

   The others reprimanded the puncher.  Not because they felt sorry for me,
but because if I got too injured the fun would stop.

   And since I fell on my hands and knees with my legs apart the belt
struck my pussy from behind.  I almost jumped because I wasn't expecting
that while I was down, and heard the laughs afterwards.

   "C'mon...  I wanna fuck her." One guy said, and the strikes stopped as
he stuffed my ass with his dick.  My mouth also wasn't empty for long.  The
old man's dick was on my face right after the cock entered my ass.  Someone
said that I had to thank him for teaching me a lesson, so I did.

   "Thanks for teaching this dumb whore a lesson, sir!!" And I started
working my mouth on his old cock.

   Security appeared to stop my show after a few minutes, but some of the
men intervened.  There would be around thirty of them at that point.

   After a few minutes talking, one of the guys announced, "We are going to
the men's bathroom."

   All the crowd moved to the bathroom.  I walked with my mouth and ass
empty, but I kept jerking two guys beside me while I listened to women
insulting me and some guys complaining that the bathroom was too dirty.

   The bathroom was huge, in fact it was an old locker room, but the
lockers were removed and replaced by urinals and cabins.  It also seemed to
not be properly cleaned for a while.

   "This floor is gross." One of the guys complained loudly, and some
others agreed.  Hearing that I saw an opportunity to look even dirtier so I
dropped to all fours and licked it, tasting the wet tiles with footprints,
noticing that the color of the floor brightened where my tongue passed.

   "Do it in the urinals, babe." one of the guys asked, and I crawled
towards it, licking the borders, but then I saw another opportunity.

   I wondered if I would be brave enough, but as I looked around and saw
everyone looking down on me I knew I would, so I smiled at the cameras,
especially the ones held by Emily, and licked the drain of the urinal and
the inner walls, feeling my hair get wet while I tasted the piss of
whatever the number of men that used it after the last time it was cleaned.

   "Such a disgusting bitch." A guy jerking off commented.  I looked at
him, smiled, licked my lips and then crawled to him until I was able to
take his cock in my mouth.

   I don't know why I wanted him.  Maybe to show everyone that insulting me
would be rewarded.

   People resumed fucking me.  Each one called me the nastiest thing they
could.  Many of the guys weren't trying to fuck me anymore, grossed out by
the piss all over my face and hair, but they were jerking off to at least
give me a cumshot.  The ones that were still interested in using my body
were around fifteen guys, and some of them seemed to be beggars that lived
nearby.

   I sucked three dicks.  The second and the third were in my ass before
they went to my mouth.  One of them called me an ass-to-mouth-whore.  I
would thank him, but I was too busy slobbering on his dick.

   The third decided to start a trend.  After I sucked him a bit he turned
around and moved his ass towards my face.  It was a fat white man that was
probably among the beggars.

   "Put your tongue to work, you dumb bitch." He ordered me.

   I pulled his cheeks apart, a bit reluctant, but as I looked at
everyone's eyes, including Emily's, and saw that they ranged between
disgusted and curious expressions.  It was as if they wanted to see me
doing it but considered it filthy enough to doubt I would, it gave me
certainty.

   I moved my nose closer to his butthole and sniffed it.  It was gross. 
There wasn't anything showing, the area covered with bushy hair.  I felt an
urge to puke, but was able to hold it, and then I stuck my tongue out and
licked the furry mess he had between his buttocks.

   "There are three thousand people watching." Emily warned me.  It was
more than the number of friends I had on Facelook, so even if all my
friends were watching me, a lot of strangers ended up knowing about my
demeaning live show.  I couldn't conceive the idea of three thousand people
watching me swirl my tongue in a stranger's ass while someone else fucked
mine.

   Most of the guys weren't wearing condoms, but many were covering their
heads with their shirts to hide their identities, since there were lots of
people recording my nasty gangbang.

   While I was still licking his smelly butthole, the fat man said, "Won't
you thank me, whore?" I hadn't even thought about that, but once he said
it, I needed to.

   "Thanks, sir.  Thanks for the opportunity to taste your delicious
asshole.  I will be forever grateful and masturbate thinking about it." I
said, hearing people laughing and calling me a disgusting bitch.

   After the rimming was enough for him, he left and the guy fucking my ass
moved to my mouth and other one took his place.  I was just a public toy
for them, but with a plus.  Unlike an artificial vagina or inflatable doll,
people could have fun by humiliating and torturing me: a sadistic kind of
pleasure that not even other girls wanted to provide.  You could take that
pleasure by proxy watching porn, but I was offering the real deal.  On the
other hand, there was only one of me, so they had to share me with a few
dozen other men.

   Every time the cock in my ass moved to my mouth I could feel the taste
of pre-cum among other filthy flavours.  I loved the idea that each guy
fucking my ass was leaving a bit of his cum behind, and every cock in my
mouth was giving me the taste of the resultant mix.

   Sometimes I wanted to say something, just to show everyone how willingly
I was doing it all.

   "I'm the nastiest asslicker slut you will ever know."

   "I wish there were twice the number of you, guys."

   "Stretch my ass, I want to be loose."

   Sometimes, a guy had to leave.  One of them said it, since his work was
about to start, but he said something more.

   "Just before I leave, open your mouth, slut."

   I obeyed, hoping for something nasty, and I got it.  He pulled all that
filthy goo he had in the back of his throat and spat it right in my mouth.
It was gross and I loved it, especially because everyone was looking.

   "Thank you, sir.  Thanks for treating me like the trashy whore I am."

   Every time someone did something like that, others would follow his
lead. Spitting in my mouth or making me eat asses became almost standard
during that gangbang.  It wasn't everyone that did that, but one in each
three men would try at least one of those things, and eventually some guys
also made me lick the soles of their shoes, but that didn't become very
popular.

   I kept pleasing everyone, at least the ones who had the courage to stick
their dicks in my used holes, but everyone, with very few exceptions, was
insulting me and promising to post it all online.  I loved that my
degradation would be forever available with lots of different points of
view.  People called me by my name to be sure that whoever watched it later
would know who I was.

   "I have an idea for this nasty whore, but it may be too extreme." One
guy said.

   I looked at him and said, "I'll take whatever you bring, sir!!"

   "I think you will regret this, slut..."

   He left and I hoped he would come back with something worse than
anything I did up to that moment, but I couldn't keep thinking about him. I
was focusing on how I would suck and lick the cocks in my mouth.

   Well, he eventually came back with another guy and with an ampoule of
white liquid in hand.

   "I called a friend who lives nearby and works with cattle.  Guess what
is this?" He announced loudly, looking me in the eyes.  I could see the
label, it had something written on and some numbers, but I couldn't read it
properly.

   "I bet she won't do it." His newcomer friend said, looking at me with
disdain.  "This is too much."

   Emily got closer to him, curious, but pointing the camera to the ampoule
and telling everyone "this is bull sperm."

   Yeah, he wanted me to do that.  God, he wanted me to swallow the cattle
cum in front of everyone.  Well, not only everyone...

   "Oh, look who is calling." Emily said, showing me my phone screen.  It
was my mother.  "I think she deserves to see it."

   There were another 87 missed calls so I guess she refused many of her
calls before.  Not surprisingly she decided to answer only when I was about
to do the most demeaning thing of my life.

   The guy handed me the ampoule saying "it's not from a dog, but you will
love it," and I felt a huge thrill.  I was grossed, but everyone was
screaming to me that I should do it.  I knew I would do it.  I knew I
couldn't resist that chance of increasing my degradation once more.  I
removed the cap.

   Before I could do it I heard my mother screaming "Laura, for fucking
sake, stop what you are doing."

   That wasn't going to stp me.  My decision was made, but Emily gave me
another chance to humiliate myself.

   "Tell her what you are doing, slut."

   Fuck, I looked at my phone's camera and said "hey mom, I'm about to
drink a bull's cum.  I just can't resist.  I'm a filthy dumb bitch and I
want everyone to see me swallowing it."

   She screamed more, but I didn't pay attention, just removed the cap and
took that thick liquid in my mouth, opening my mouth to show the sperm and
swallowing it right after, showing then my empty mouth.

   People celebrated it, but they were also swearing at me at the same
time. I couldn't stop a smile from appearing in my face, as if I had
accomplished something huge.  Maybe I had, although other people wouldn't
see merit in that.

   I didn't hear my mother's voice after that.  Emily probably canceled the
call since I had already traumatized my mom.

   After that, some things were repeated.  At one time the men started
hitting me again, but most of them wouldn't touch my body since I was
soaked in a mix of cum, piss and saliva, but they were very creative in
ways of spanking me.  Belts were used again, but also swatters, rulers and
even branches of plants.  I accepted everything, thanking them for every
hit and even changed positions, first laying on my back with my legs
spread, which allowed them to hit my pussy and tits, and then I ass lifted
with legs apart and my face and tits on that filthy floor (with a guy even
holding my face there with his foot on my head while he stroked my ass and
pussy with his belt).  They did it until they got tired and left me with my
entire body marked.

   There was also another ass-licking moment, when a few guys made a line
and I ate their asses one after the other.

   The pattern I noticed in the tattoo shop was repeated here, with only
the ugliest, fattest, oldest and least hygienic guys using me when I was
soaked in saliva, cum and that filth from the floor that was probably a mix
of water, piss and dirt.  It was obvious that anyone that could fuck a hot
nineteen girl by any other means would prefer that, but they were still
around, jerking and recording me.

   At one point I even screamed to the camera that I wanted them to bring
me a horse, and some guys left the bathroom to search for one, although
they never got it.  I don't know if they came back later since there were
too many people.

   After everything that happened Emily sometimes circled me to show how
disgraced I looked.  She wanted to show everything, the marks of the
whippings and slaps, my gaping ass, and I would pose for her, hoping to
give the best point of view to all the thousands of people watching my
disgrace.

   Things only changed when the cumshots started.  The first one was from
the first man I rimmed.

   "There is your reward, you nasty bitch." He said, spurting his seed on
my open mouth, part of it hitting my face and some hitting the ground.  I
bowed to lick the cum from the floor again, and after that, I thanked the
fat man saying, "Thanks for giving me my favorite drink, sir."

   Lots of people were starting to cum.  I think many of them were holding
it, trying to not be the first, but after the fat beggar most of them got
closer and tried to ejaculate on my face or mouth, with a few cumming on my
tits, hair or even on my gaping asshole.  Almost all of them avoided
letting their dicks touch me.

   It happened very fast.  I was suddenly covered in cum, and surrounded by
even more dicks ready to throw even more sperm on me.  Most of the guys
wanted a direct shot, but some guys who were too far decided to cum in a
plastic cup and bring it to me so I could swallow.  The cup was one of the
big ones and had a tenth of its volume in cum as they brought it to me, but
as I took it in my hand one guy that had just came on my mouth said, "Let's
give it a bit more volume," and pissed in the cup while I held it close to
his cock until he stopped, leaving the cup almost half-filled.

   "Drink it all, dog's bitch." He said, and I did it, drinking slowly,
grossed out and amazed by what I was doing at the same time.  After it was
over I ripped the glass apart to lick the inner sides, not wasting any
drop.

   After everything, people were still coming to jerk off next to me and
cum over my body.  I wasn't worried about my family or STDs anymore, and I
probably had more than sixty loads of cum over my body after all that. 
Every beggar in the region of that park heard about me and appeared to give
me his seed.

   "Do you want to masturbate, whore?" I heard Emily ask.

   "Yes, please.  I want it so much." I answered, thinking I deserved the
pleasure after everything I sacrificed.  My face and name would be forever
on the internet.  I would be forever known as the girl who humiliated
herself beyond belief, who allowed everyone to use her body, who did the
filthiest things for the fun of others...  a girl who allowed strangers to
spank her pussy and fuck her ass while her family watched.  knowing it
would be forever online and linked to her name and face.

   "Go on...  do it.  Start rubbing your fucking clit." She conceded.

   God, my pussy even hurt when I touched.  There was a layer of almost dry
cum and the floor's filth in my hand but I rubbed my pussy even so.

   "Just to be sure...  will you let us post everything online?" Emily
asked while still recording.

   "Yes, please...  post it wherever you want."

   "You sure?  There are sixteen thousand people watching right now, if one
in each hundred upload to a different site you will still be on each of
them by tomorrow.  The video is so long that my arm is tired of holding the
phone, and each second of it is just you degrading yourself."

   "I'm sure." I said, and I really was.  It would make no difference at
that point.  My face was already being shared internationally, but I wanted
to make sure that no one would have any doubt that I wanted all that.

   "Do you really want to be forever known as the girl who ruined herself
for an orgasm?"

   "I want it.  I want everyone to call me that...  to treat me like a
slut. I want to walk in the street and be groped and slapped by strangers.
To have my clothes torn apart and my cunt fucked without even being asked.
I'm giving my permission now, for anyone...  to...  fucking...  touch me...
slap me...  fuck me...  whenever they want.  I'm a dumb, filthy whore, and
public property."

   It was like a dream, everything so surreal.  I knew I would regret all
of it later, but I couldn't stop.  I thought I had humiliated myself for
everyone when my tattoo shop gangbang started being shared, but it looked
mild in comparison with what I was doing, and I loved it.  I wanted to find
a new level of degradation, one even more extreme, but I couldn't.  What I
had done was already unprecedented.  I was frustrated for not being able to
reach a level above.

   "Tell me when you are about to cum, whore." Emily said...

   A guy that was still looking corrected her.  "Tell us."

   It took about ten seconds before I could feel the orgasm approaching.

   "I'll cum.  I'm about to cum..." I screamed, announcing it.

   "No, you are not." Emily said.  "Move your hands away, Laura."

   I couldn't believe it, so she repeated herself in an even firmer tone.
Only then I stopped.

   People were laughing around me.  Not believing that I had done all that
for an orgasm and was even so stopping right as I was about to get it. 
Everyone around (with the exception of Emily) just had one, or even two,
but she would deny it to me.

   "Yeah, good...  I don't think you deserve it.  I think you deserve to be
known as the girl who ruined herself for an orgasm and gave up on it
because is a dumb submissive whore who gets off on being the lowest."

   I looked at her desperately and pleaded, "Please...  let me cum."

   "No, and you know what is the funniest thing?  We have nothing on you
anymore.  Everything is already online by now.  I just shared all your
videos on you live to..." she looked at the phone screen "nineteen thousand
people and you will still obey me.  I was even thinking you wouldn't give a
fuck if I told you to stop...  but you surprised me again by being even
more stupid than I already thought, and I considered you almost retarded
before.  You really prefer the humiliation of doing it all for nothing than
to disobey me.  Don't you?"

   I thought about masturbating again, but god...  The thought of giving up
what would be the biggest pleasure of my life, the thought of doing it all
just for the pleasure and fun of others that despised me by now...  that
was somehow even more appealing.  I wanted to be as pathetic as she was
describing, and accepting that I gave up on the only goal I had during the
entire day.

   It even made sense.  I could cum after I'd done my dare earlier.  Could
have masturbated right there.  I could even masturbate naked in the middle
of the trail, but I decided to add a new step to my humiliation, delaying
my right to cum to risk my entire life and goals.  I wasn't betting my life
and reputation earlier, I was trying to ruin them in a way that I could
blame my luck.  I was the main responsible for everything because I wanted
it all along.

   "Good.  I'm leaving now and I'm taking your clothes with me.  I think
you deserve a nice walk of shame after all that.  Oh, and take your phone
with you...  I think you will like to check everything people are posting
about you." She said, giving me the phone.

   I tried to continue the gangbang for a few more moments, as if I
couldn't accept that it all would end and I would have to face the
consequences of my actions...  but it ended.  Some guys, the worst of them,
stood around for a while, but even they eventually left.

   I only checked my phone while I was walking to my home.  Yes, I walked.
I could find my purse and it had my keys, but no money to pay for a bus or
cab.  Not that I think they would accept me in one of any of those anyway.

   Checking my phone there were messages from almost everyone I knew and
many unknown numbers.  People worried, people mocking me and even people
trying to schedule a fuck.  Some of the unknown numbers, and even some of
the known, were showing a print of my videos being uploaded on porn sites.

   My parents were telling me they had no daughter anymore, that I was a
shame for them and I should never contact them again.  There were also some
girls from my college, many of whom were my friends, telling me they would
find a way to have me banned because they couldn't handle being in the same
room as someone who did what I did.

   In my home I noticed a letter from a neighborhood association on my
gate. It was telling me that I should find a new place to live.  They
basically said that they had no way to legally force me to do that, but
that it would be in my best interests to do so.

   I cried for hours.  I regretted not looking for help to control my
urges, I regretted what I did...  I would be forever known by those videos
and streams.  It was even mentioned on the news, and I saw a psychology
student saying he would make his thesis about me.

   The views of my videos reached numbers above millions in the same day. I
was basically famous for the worst possible reasons.  If I had killed a
puppy with a hammer I wouldn't be facing such harsh social judgement.

   I had given up on everything for a thrill of humiliation...  except for
one thing.

   "May I pick a new dare, ma'am?" I asked Amanda through a message at the
end of the day.

   "Come naked." She answered.  "Oh, and Emily is here.  You can pick one
from me and one from her."

   Minutes later I left my home...  naked.
   The end