Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 28

I used to make fun of her like that.

I emerged from the stall, my mouth coated in pussy juices. A group of girls watched in small clumps, crowding the bathroom. They all whispered to each other, smug smiles on their lips. They took pleasure in seeing my downfall. I had strutted the halls like I owned the place.

And my eighteen-year-old sister brought me low.

“Oh, my god, look at her face,” Alicia laughed, pointing up at me. “She's got pussy juices all over it. And is that piss? Did you really drink her piss, you nasty whore?”

My cheeks burned. I looked down, hands folded before me. My pussy begged, screamed, for attention.

Alicia walked up, sniffing loudly. “It is, piss.”

The buzzing grew louder, girls mocking me, their words all blending into a background murmur, echoing through the bathroom. I squirmed, more and more juices trickling down my thighs, rivulets of aching passion.

Then Alicia grabbed my skirt and hiked it up, showing the landing strip of brown hair leading to my shaved pussy, my vulva plump and aroused, my flesh glistening with my passion. Alicia shook her head.

“Look at how wet she is,” Marissa said, malice dripping from her lips. “She enjoyed drinking piss.”

“Did you really, Carmelita?” Lee asked, the black-haired girl sitting on the counter, her legs swaying, spread wide enough to flash her shaved pussy beneath her jean skirt. “God, I thought I was a disgusting whore.”

That brought peels of laughter from the other girls. They all pointed at me, their faces contorting as the mirth fell over them. Shoulders shooks, breasts heaved. Girls were turning red in the face as their chortles echoed through the bathroom.

Tears fell down my cheeks. They all thought I was filthy, disgusting. Because I was.

My Sister-Mistress smiled her approval.

“God, this pussy is nasty,” Alicia said. I gasped as the magic marker scrawled on my pubic mound around my landing strip. She sounded out what she wrote, speaking slowly. “'This pussy is filthy. Do not touch!'”

I groaned as she poked the marker in to make the point of the exclamation mark.

“More juices are flooding out of her nasty, dyke pussy,” laughed Samantha.

“I know,” Alicia laughed, moving around and exposing my golden-brown ass. Her marker squeaked as she said, “'I'm a dyke-cunt. I'll lick any pussy and drink any girl's piss!'” She chortled. “There. Now she's ready.”

“Any pussy?” a voice demanded. Sheila stepped forward, face hard. The busty, Black girl focused her dark eyes on me. Another lesbian blackmailed.

“Any pussy,” I said, tears hot on my cheeks, more laughter spilling around.

“Make her lick that pussy until you cum, Sheila,” Svetlana shouted.

“Piss in her mouth! Drown her!” giggled slender Becky.

“Degrade the bitch!” Kendra laughed.

“I can't believe I ever thought you were cool, Carmelita,” Samantha sneered. “You're just a slag.”

“You're more of a skank than Lee,” Becky added.

“So much more,” Juana purred, nodding her head to me.

“I'll lick your pussy, Sheila,” I said. “And I'll drink you piss.”

I pressed my thighs hard together as I walked back to my stall. I needed to cum so badly. Lee was so right. Being humiliated, being shamed and degraded, was the hottest thing in the world. The worse they did to me, the harder I knew I'd cum when Mistress allowed me.

I fell to my knees in the stall, ready to make my next apology.

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