Hannah’s Revenge

I hurried down the corridor away from Ms. McLaughlin’s office as fast as my legs could carry me, the trauma of the events in that room seared into my memory, whilst the tang of her pussy and wetness of her kiss still burning in my mouth. The corridor widened into a small vestibule at the front of the building and held an imposing drinks vending machine, its modernity and bright advertising in stark contrast to the otherwise traditional interior design that was the hallmark of Greenbrier. Desperate to wash out the rancid taste swilling within my mouth, I tore my purse out of my blazer pocket and grabbed a couple of pound coins before punching in the numbers for some orange sports drink.

The machine moved with agonising slowness, the taste of cum and spit on my tongue worsening as the cleansing power of the drink became my sole focus. Eventually, there was the thud of the bottle hitting the slot and I grabbed it in one fluid moment and  I tore open the building door, allowing the bright light of the sun to flood over me before zipping outside and slamming the door, the rattle of my abandoned change hitting the bottom of the machine clattering behind me.

I had never much been one for sports drinks before, or at least not the luminous chemical ones like the one firmly gripped in my hand, much preferring a replenishing smoothie or just simple water to revitalise me after my workouts, but at that moment there was no sweeter taste in the world than the sweet orange flavour that exploded in my mouth. Of course, I ended up having to spit the first few mouthfuls out onto the ground, the disgusting tang of Ms. McLaughlin’s many fluids merely merging with the flavour of the first few sips, but eventually I managed to clear my mouth of their disgusting tastes and quickly drained the rest of the bottle. The speed at which I finished the drink a testament to the disgusting taste in my mouth, the exertion of my traumatic experience in Ms McLaughlin’s office, and of course the almost unbearable heat of the day.

With some distance between myself and the office, and the taste thoroughly cleaned from my mouth, I could feel myself calming down. It was only then another horror revealed itself to me. The stink of Ms. McLaughlin’s sweat and sex was clinging to me, the sheen of her pussy juice on my face and her wetness in my hair a constant scented reminder of what had just happened to me. Looking back in the direction of the PE department and the showers within, I couldn’t bring myself to take even one step closer back in the direction of Ms McLaughlin. But equally I couldn’t bring myself to return to the other classes I had later that day. I was much too shaken by the trauma to concentrate, to say nothing of the noticeable sex smell that would have poured off my face and hair to my fellow students. I decided that, no matter how horrible the thought was of returning to the room that I was forced to share with Hannah, even more horrible and disgusting than Ms McLaughlin, the urge to shower and purify myself was almost the only thing on my mind.

The growl of my empty stomach at the end of lunchtime was the only reason I wasn’t zipping backing to Morrison House and the cleansing shower within. Since I had already resigned myself to skipping the rest of the day’s classes, I began slinking in the direction of the dining hall. The quickly emptying campus was both a welcome sign that there would be fewer people to get close enough to see, or even worse smell, the signs of filth that clung to my face and hair; and yet equally was a worrying sign of the lateness of the hour… Hopefully there would still be some remnants of lunch being served that I could hurriedly rush through and grab and limit my humiliating exposure as much as possible.

Of course, the luck of my life had so vastly deteriorated in the last few days that it should have come as no surprise to anyone that the dining hall was all but abandoned. Tables had been cleared by students, with only a handful of staff at the other end tidying away the last remnants of lunch. One the one hand I was glad, I don’t know how much more humiliation I could handle and having to face the risk of my appearance and smell being noted by dining staff seemed almost enough to push me over the edge. But still my hunger had now reached a fever pitch and whilst all I wanted to do was crawl into a shower and forget about my life, if only for a few moments, the primal need for sustenance was now at the forefront of my mind.

It was then my eye was caught. A table just a few rows down from where I was standing had clearly been wiped down and polished after lunch to prep for dinner, and yet there was one last remaining plate which had been cleaned around. A late dining student who had seemingly abandoned what appeared to me to be, if not a substantial portion, then certainly an acceptable amount for someone as hungry as I was in that moment. I didn’t even care that it was nowhere near what I would choose for myself, the plate holding the remnants of a towering burger and hearty portion of chips, overly salted with the stench of vinegar clinging to them. Nor did I care for the optics or public humiliation that would arise from me eating the abandoned food off a strangers plate. Hell, not even a few moments ago there was something far more worse and far more humiliating in my mouth, and half of a stranger’s unhealthy meal left behind was certainly a much less disgusting thing to eat.

And so, with no regard for anything but my own hunger, I strode over to the table and stuffed almost the entire burger into my mouth at once. Years of breeding and grooming amongst some of the finest restaurants, homes, and even Greenbrier, had taught me all the minutiae of elegance in dining. My own ladylikeness and focus on self-improvement and healthy living meant that the vast majority of my meals were dainty and healthy, and always enjoyed with the quiet grace and dignity that befitted a young lady of my station. And yet, in that moment, that greasy second hand burger, clumsily shoved down my gullet, was the best meal I’d ever tasted. I didn’t care about the fat content or calorie count. I didn’t care about the shame from scavenging a stranger’s food off their plate. I didn’t even care about the judgmental glances thrown my way by a member of staff finishing cleaning up at the other end of the hall. For that brief shining moment of escape, I was happy.

Of course, like all moments of happiness in my new life, it wasn’t to last long. Turning my attention to the chips, I grabbed a fistful of the vinegary potatoes and shoved another handful in my mouth. My empty stomach seemed happy at last to receive something that wasn’t Ms McLaughlin’s sweat or pussy juice, but the ebbing of my wild hunger brought with it a return to my rational senses. It’s true that a stranger’s food wasn’t nearly the grossest thing that had passed through my lips that day, but what sort of person at Greenbrier would choose to order this lunch and then befoul it with so many more greasy and salty choices? There were always so many fine meal choices at the Academy, that this person would have to have been someone who cared nothing for their class or looks or waistline. Some monstrous glutton who lived only to devour. The sudden attention grabbing cough behind me caused me to whirl round in shock. Though considering the sort of person whose meal this had to be, it should have caused me no shock to see who I was face to face with.

“Well, well, well, Slave Slut.” Hannah sneered down at me. “Enjoying the taste of my sloppy leftovers, are we?”

I gulped down the last fistful of food I already shoved in my mouth, the taste turning to ash in my mouth as the realisation of whose lunch leftovers I had eaten sunk in. The bile rose in my throat as I’d realised that I’d practically shared a meal with fat, disgusting Hannah. Her trace spittle clinging to the bitten burger clawing its way through my system. Of course I’d been forced to intake several far more disgusting parts of her, but the intimacy of the dining somehow felt far more invasive. Another shudder of disgust and humiliation rocked my body.

“I normally start feeling like I’ve had a meal round about the third helping.” She continued, staring wistfully into the middle distance, her love of fattening foods seemingly trumping even her sick love of humiliating me. “That’s when I feel like I could normally stop and leave the rest behind.”

I glanced down at the now almost empty plate. That wasn’t even a full portion I’d hurriedly stuffed down, and already I was feeling sickly full, though perhaps that feeling of sickness was from the Hannah’s emanating grossness. I couldn’t imagine having a second, or god forbid, a third portion. Looking back at Hannah’s pudgy and acned face, and her bulging belly and thighs, the hideousness and stench that were such inherent parts of her were altogether more clear.

As if she noticed my subconscious glance at her swollen tummy, she patted it and gave a loud belch, the hot stinking air of her burp wafting into my face.

“But I see you seemed to enjoy it.” Her wicked smile looked down at me some more. “Stuffing your face like such a greedy little piggy. You used to call me a greedy little piggy, didn’t you? But what do you call me now?”

The humiliation pulsed through me, the compete reversal of our roles and everything that had transpired because of it flashing through my mind in hot, burning bursts of shame. Staring down at the ground, unable to meet her eyes, all fight beaten out of me, I whispered out the humiliating utterance: “Goddess.”

“What was that?” She brought her hand to her ear in faux deafness, a sick smirk spread across her face. “I didn’t quite hear you Slave Slut.”

Swallowing my shame with a great degree of difficulty, I was forced to look into the eyes peering out from behind her fat, greasy face. This monstrous, horrible abuser, the bitch who had ruined my life. I had to look at her evil smile and utter:

“I call you Goddess now.”

Her smirk widened into a beam at this point, her own twisted pleasure from my debasement enough to bring further joy to her blackened heart.

“Well how very nice of you to say, but of course I am a beautiful Goddess to you.” She beamed down at me. “And you should count yourself lucky that I am kind and generous enough to let you eat my sloppy seconds, you disgusting little whore.”

It was then her bloated stomach gurgled and she winced, shifting her great weight from foot to foot.

“Ooft.” She groaned loudly before looking back at me with another evil smile. “In fact, if you’re very lucky tonight you might even get a lovely taste of the rest of the food I had today. Passed all the way your Goddess with every flavour and texture and smell I have to offer. Wouldn’t that be lovely?”

Horror seized my body in its icy grip as I was frozen to the spot again. Her implication was clear, having her shit forced down me again was always on the cards. Every single time I think she could never get more disgusting she proves me wrong. How the hell is this my life now? Is anything worth this? Yes the photos and videos are beyond disgusting, beyond humiliating, and would shatter any life I had to hope for in the future. But what life do I have now? Being tossed as a sex toy from a fat stinking rapist, to horrible fetishist old woman? Farts and piss and sweat and shit being forced into my face and lungs and throat at every opportunity? I won’t have a life in the future, but what sort of a life do I have now?

These difficult thoughts tumbled over my brain as I stared blankly into space, Hannah’s stinking sweat from the heat cutting through the air, even through the heavy stench of Ms McLaughlin’s juices and the strong vinegar from Hannah’s leftover plate.

As if she could somehow sense my uncomfortableness at the aggressive scent invading my nostrils, or perhaps just her overstuffed body couldn’t handle any more, she audibly sighed with relief as another one of her trademarked, thick, stinking farts rumbled out her arse and filled my lungs through my reflex shocked inhale.

“Hope that keeps you going, slut.” Hannah laughed at me. “You’ll be getting a lot more from me later tonight.”

She tapped my cheek, burning with shame, with a gentle double tap. Another humiliating reminder of the power play and new flipped hierarchy that defined our new relationship. As I stood frozen to the spot, shaking with humiliation and fear, all I could do was watch as she sauntered away to her class, cackling behind at me, with her slowly dissipating stinking fart the only fading reminder that she was there.

Eventually I managed to shake myself back into reality. Returning to that room I was forced to share with her filled me with dread, but the shower within called to me. I had to do something to stop this downward spiral of my life, not only down the toilet, but with me quickly becoming one myself. But before I could even think of doing anything else I had to go and wash myself clean to purify my soiled body and purify my clouded mind.

A few minutes later I found myself once again in the cleansing waters of the shower, the gentle hiss of the water and warming steam opening my pores and calming my troubled minds. For a few minutes I could forget about the horrors of my outside life. Gone was stinking Hannah and depraved Ms McLaughlin, instead my existence was now solely the tropical scents and smoothing creams of my shower experience. I luxuriated in its warming glorious spread and for a long while I allowed myself to wallow in the shower and simply forget…

Eventually I knew I had to finally step out of the waters and turned the shower off with a sigh of resignation. Slipping on my white bathrobe I enjoyed the plushness of the towelling fabric against my bare skin, feeling it’s softness and inhaling its clean cotton scent.

Opening the bathroom door I gave a small groan as I saw the dual beds and was reminded once again of the monster whom I shared the room with. But at that moment I couldn’t care less. The warmness of the shower, the stress and exertion of the day, and the horrible sleep I had had the night before culminated in the perfect storm of exhaustion. Falling face down onto the softness of the bed, still in my bathrobe, I almost immediately sunk into a deep and welcome sleep.

I don’t know how much time passed, it must have been a while, but in all honesty any break from the hell that was consciousness that wasn’t an eternity wasn’t long enough. No break could last forever, and I had to awaken. Though dear god how I wish I hadn’t.

There, looming over me, was the ungodly sight of ugly fat Hannah, leering down at me with her sick, twisted pleasure burning behind her eyes.

“Well hello sleepy-head.” She giggled down at me in a saccharine tone that sent shivers down my spine. “You don’t have to dream about pleasuring me anymore, your Goddess is here for you to enjoy.”

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, still woozy and disoriented from my sudden and rude awakening. But the very next thing I knew I had been lifted up to my feet with such force that I was nearly tossed across the room, my body spinning round as the robe was torn off my body leaving me standing there completely exposed, and very confused.

“Tut, tut, tut, Victoria slut!” Hannah jokingly scoffed at me. “It seems you’ve forgotten the first rule of being a slave slut already! I told you before that you were never to wear any clothes in my room at all, to remember your lowly position beneath me as nothing. Seems you’re just begging for a punishment.”

And just like that my nude body was yanked down onto Hannah’s lap before I even knew what was happening and again my arse was shaking with each loud spank raining down upon my bubbly rear.

My bottom was still incredibly tender from Ms McLaughlin’s rough spanking a few hours ago so the pain was understandably intense so it didn’t take long for my tender flesh to be burning as her flabby arms worked overtime bringing her ham-fisted paw down to brutally strike my cheeks. I would have been screaming loudly from the agony, if she hadn’t gripped my mouth with her other hand, stuffing her fat fingers passed my lips. Instinctively to try and muffle the pain I’d taken to sucking her fat fingers the way a child would suck on a dummy. Anything to distract me from the pain that rocked through my body with each burning spanking jiggle. Hot tears poured down my face as still her spanks rained down, her pudgy face contorted in a depraved smile, years of simmering hatred for me finally being let loose in an awful, agonising, humiliating misery.

Eventually her spanks slowed then stopped, her gross unfitness revealing itself in her inability to carry on. The only sounds in the room was her heavy breathing from arousal and exertion, mingling with my own quiet sobs and whimpers from the humiliation and pain.

“Well slave slut.” Hannah panted out, the exertion from spanking me so much clearly really taking it out of her. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson about forgetting your place. I don’t want to see so much as a pair of sunglasses on your face when you’re in my room. You don’t deserve to wear clothes like me, you’re nothing but a filthy naked sex toy.”

Pulling her fingers out of my mouth with a quiet pop she reached up to my face and wiped the wetness of my spit against my face, mingling with the streaks of tears which had run down my face in violent streams, before shoving me off her lap and letting me fall to the floor with a painful thump.

“And speaking of, its time you put that slutty tongue to work.” She rose to her feet, shuffling out of her tartan skirt with her flabby folds jiggling in the most disgusting way. Hiking down her rough tights with a shimmy, revealing the bright red flash of my own beloved panties that she had worn all night and day beneath, she flopped back onto her bed and tossed them in a high arch through the air landing on my pillow. A small gesture, but just another sign of her gross lack of respect. She stretched out her horrible feet with a contented sigh and wiggled her toes to air them from the sweatiness that had built up though their being trapped in tights and shoes on such a hot day. The stench struck my nose almost instantly as I was hit by a gagging fit. Of course, the worst was yet to come…

Smiling down at me with her trademarked evil smile, she continued. “Now I know how much you enjoyed my sloppy leftovers at lunch today, and how much you love taking a hot steaming log  fresh from my arse down your throat, and I’m very sorry to disappoint you but I already took a big fat shit today and flushed your tasty treat down the toilet.”

The imagery she conjured up in my head was enough to make me gag and feel the bile rising in my throat as I remembered all too well the feel and taste of Hannah’s shit as I choked it down my throat. Though at least she was saying that I wouldn’t have to take another just now. Of course, Hannah being the repulsive monster she is, things were never going to be that easy.

“Though don’t be too sad slut.” She continued down at me. “I didn’t have the lovely silky toilet paper on your head that is the only thing soft enough thats fit for a Goddess to use, so I didn’t bother at all! I’m sure there’s a lovely flavoursome meal there for you, if only a little snack.”

Gulping with horror all I could do was stay frozen on my knees looking up at her, the perspective making the already larger Hannah seem gargantuan to me, as she rose to her feet and peeled off my lovely red Victoria’s Secret panties. Her twisted arousal at my suffering and her disgusting sweat merged to ensure a horrible swampy dampness in her cunt, that came away in long sticky strings against her pussy hair as she pulled off the fabric. The back of the thong, so deep between her fat sweaty cheeks, was completely stuck to her arsehole, until eventually she managed to prise it down her cottage-cheese thighs with a snap.

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 red 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.