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This is a work of fiction. Please do not read it if you are offended by
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Contact Jomadi: mr_asher@hotmail.com
Copyright 2000 by Jomadi
_Fulfillment in Humiliation_
"Where the hell did you get this?" Sheila demanded.
"I purchased it from Carl in your Biology class," Neil said quietly. He
knew she would be horrified, but he was determined with his tone to keep her
rational. "Easy now, don't get too upset until you've heard the whole
story."
"The WHOLE story?" Sheila whined. Her round cheeks wore a crimson blush,
and tears threatened to flow from her eyes. She managed to look into Neil's
blue, steady eyes, but it was as difficult at looking at the television
screen. Finally she decided to gaze at her own feet -- the alternative she
chose in most awkward situations in her young life.
The two high school seniors sat on the couch in Neil's cozy recreation room.
His parents had gone for the weekend, leaving him the run of the house.
When the strong, blond young man had asked Sheila to visit him that weekend,
she'd thought it either a dream come true or a cruel prank.
Sheila was not the most popular young lady at school. She was bookish and
introverted. Her frame was a bit more plump than most of the shallow
students considered ideal; her hips were too wide, her thighs were too full.
She wore her wavy brown hair long with little elaborate styling, and she
self-consciously covered her mouth when she laughed to hide her imperfect
teeth. She had briefly caught the popular Neil's attention when she tutored
him for Trigonometry, but because of his distance from her socially he soon
found that small bond they'd developed impossible to maintain. When Carl
showed him the videotape, however, he'd decided to re-establish a
relationship.
Neil put a hand on Sheila's arm to genuinely comfort her. "Carl and Fisk
were out raising hell in their subdivision one night and videotaping the
whole thing," he explained. "They wandered over into your neighborhood
and.... well, presto," he said, indicating the grainy, but recognizable
images playing on the television. Sheila was quietly crying and wringing
her hands in her lap.
"Fuck it, I'm so ruined," she said with a sob. "Can you imagine what school
will be like now? I got shit everyday anyway. With this..."
"This tape is mine now. There are no other copies," Neil said flatly.
Sheila looked at him hopefully with tear-filled eyes. Neil managed a slight
smile, quite out of character with his normally stoic demeanor. "And Carl
and Fisk won't be speaking of this incident. I have made sure of that," he
continued coldly.
"What... how...?" Sheila stammered.
"I didn't kill them or anything," Neil smirked. "I just have a great deal
of shit on them. I have a great deal of shit on everyone at school. That's
just what happens when you don't open your mouth much, keep your ears open
and don't drink to excess." There was a flash of admiration in Sheila's
eyes. Initially, it was on an intellectual level that Neil had first
surprised her during his tutoring. He had a cold, dispassionate way of
thinking through a situation, and he was much better read than she'd
imagined someone with the "in crowd" could be.
"Thank you, I guess," she said with a slight smile. "I guess you must think
I'm pretty fucked up now, huh?"
Neil paused the video tape. The screen froze on the grainy image of Sheila
sitting on a work-out bench in her parents' basement. She was naked from
the waist down, and she was leaning back with her legs spread widely. A
squeeze-bottle of honey sat on the floor beside her, and a large golden
retriever enthusiastically lapped his tongue between her thighs. The frozen
image was from the perspective of, Neil assumed, a basement window high on
one wall. Carl and Fisk had acted rather intrepidly in getting the footage,
that couldn't be denied.
"As I'm your savior in this situation," Neil began slowly after staring at
the screen for a moment, "I think you are at least obligated to discuss
this... ah... unusual event with me."
Sheila sniffed and pushed her erratic hair behind her ears. "Sure...
whatever. I don't think anything I say could be more fucked up than what
you've seen."
"Why then, Sheila?" Neil said, taking her chin gently with his fingers and
directing her gaze to him.
"I was horny, I guess," she said with a shrug. "I was tired of doing it
myself."
"Did you find the experience with the dog humiliating?" Neil asked
clinically.
"What the fuck do you think?" she said, indicating the television screen.
"I'm mortified." Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.
"No, Sheila," Neil said gently. His light touch on her hair caused her
shiver. "What I mean is: did the humiliation and sheer degeneracy of the
act add to the erotic situation?" Sheila blinked and furrowed her brow in
thought. His question was very insightful.
"Do you mean did I get off on it more because it was so fucked up? Because
it was sick and wrong and just plain nasty?" she asked. Neil nodded
quietly, his face unreadable. "Christ, I'm so fucking embarrassed," Sheila
sighed.
"You can tell me," Neil assured. "If I haven't condemned you because of
this tape, then I highly doubt I'm liable to because of a conversation."
Sheila made an exasperated noise. "Fuck it. Yes, I got off on it because
it was so fucked up. You want to know the truth? I actually FANTASIZED
that someone was watching me with the dog. Can you believe that? I
actually laid there and dreamed about how damn humiliating it would be to
have someone watch me get off like that." Sheila's eyes darkened. "I
should kill Carl and Fisk both," she said after a moment's thought. "I
should kill them both slowly."
Neil's amiable laugh startled her. Neil didn't laugh at school. He smiled
civilly, he nodded in recognition, and he looked beautiful. He did not,
however, express this sort of open emotion. Sheila's depressed mood lifted
slightly under his genuinely friendly gaze.
"I'm glad to see you've turned your shame into murderous rage," he said
wryly. Sheila smirked and wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand.
"Besides," Neil continued, "you should be thankful to them for the
serendipitous circumstance they've created."
"What do you mean?" Sheila asked.
"I've dated four cheer-leaders, two girls on the track team and just about
every one of the 'foundation, lipstick, blush' clique," Neil said frowning.
"Three of the cheer-leaders won't swallow semen because it's 'icky', the
girls on the track team are worried Jesus will punish them if they do
anything but dry hump in a parked car, and I won't even go into the utter,
shallow deficiencies of the 'foundation, lipstick, blush' clique." Neil
methodically cracked his knuckles, a menacing but annoying habit he couldn't
shake.
"Ah... ok, so?" Sheila goaded quietly. Neil's expression had become
serious, and she found it terribly intimidating.
"I enjoyed watching that video tape," Neil said slowly. "I've watched it at
least four times since yesterday afternoon, though I've only masturbated
while doing so twice." Sheila automatically dropped her gaze to the floor.
"If I'd known you liked being treated like such a degenerate slut, Sheila,"
he said carefully, "I'd have established an agreement between us sooner."
Sheila's face felt hot, and she felt slightly dizzy. "I should go," she
muttered, but didn't rise from the couch.
"Would you enjoy being humiliated, being told to do disgusting things for
our mutual entertainment?" Neil asked with an arched eyebrow.
"I should... I mean, I don't..." Sheila's knuckles were white as she clasped
her hands together nervously.
Neil moved closer to her on the couch. "Wouldn't you find my witness more
of an erotic thrill than the witness of some dumb animal?" He delicately
intertwined his fingers in her hair and turned her head to face him.
"Just say what you mean," she said plaintively. Her eyes wouldn't meet his,
and she mechanically chewed on her lower lip.
"Promise to do exactly what I say for the rest of the afternoon," Neil said
coldly, "and that video tape will disappear forever. You won't have to
think about it ever again."
Sheila didn't bother to think twice over the offer. The pure intimidation
of him sitting so close, speaking so imperatively, had aroused some vile,
desperate urge in her. She looked at the paused image on the television
screen, and felt a depraved pang that was neither fear nor regret.
"I promise to do exactly what you say," she answered.
***
Sheila had complied with his instructions and removed all of her clothing.
She was now on her hands and knees in the large, garden tub in Neil's
bathroom. She shivered in the cool air, and her large, dark nipples were
prominently erect. Against the fingers of one hand, her labia felt slick
and swollen. She had felt the sexual thrill arise the moment Neil had
directed her to the bathroom.
He returned from the kitchen, carrying something wrapped in a towel. "How
does your cunt feel?" he asked bluntly. Neil knew she found it hard to
articulate in awkward situations, and he'd found it delightful to compel her
to do just that. Her surveyed her ample buttocks and thighs, and he let his
eyes trail up her somewhat stocky, but well formed torso. "I asked you a
question," he prompted.
The blush on her face and neck was obvious. "It... it feels wet," Sheila
managed. Her voice trembled.
"It excites you to perform for me like this then?" he asked blandly. His
almost conversational, lukewarm tone unnerved her. Sheila couldn't tell if
he was pleased having her like this or not.
"Yes," she answered honestly. So vulnerable did she feel that a single
critical word from him would have reduced her to tears. The longer he
maintained that he wanted her like this, though, the more arousing it
became. She'd not yet allowed her fingers to stray consistently to her
clitoris, but already it tingled in anticipation. She slid her fingers
together, measuring the slickness glistening on her labia.
"Good. A part of me really wants to just fuck you now," Neil said casually.
There was a quick intake of breath from Sheila. She'd only been with one
man before, and that relationship had only lasted a few months. Still, she
knew she'd invite Neil's cock into her. "But I want something from you I've
never been able to get before," he continued. "I want you to feel like a
whore. I want you to feel shamed and dehumanized. And I want you to get
off on that."
Sheila's fingers instinctively began to stroke over her swollen clitoris,
and she gasped. "Yes," she answered quietly. She did not look up, but she
could feel his eyes staring hot and confident at her body.
Neil unwrapped the towel he'd brought, and exposed the object inside. He
acquired a jar of petroleum jelly from under the sink and sat down on the
edge of the tub. Leaning back slightly, he could easily survey her ample
hindquarters. He watched her slick fingers nervously knead her labia and
clitoris between her wide thighs. Sheila had a large, pouting vulva with
thick labia and a frame of dark hair. She knew she was being scrutinized,
and her legs began to tremble slightly.
"You've never been fucked in the ass, have you, Sheila?" Neil asked quietly.
A pang of fear mixed with her growing, atavistic arousal. "No," she
whispered.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass with this," Neil said, holding up a large
yellow squash. Inches below the stem, the body of the vegetable flared into
a teardrop shape, making it perfect for insertion into the rectum. Sheila
glanced up, her eyes nervous, and she shuddered bodily. The squash was
large from her perspective, with a body slightly wider at it's maximum than
the only real cock she'd ever seen.
"I don't.... know if I can," she said quietly. Her apprehension didn't
reach her loins, where her labia still glistened and slid between her
fingers. The palm of her hand stroked lightly over her clitoris, and the
pleasure sparked up and down her body.
"You can," Neil said, uncapping the jar of petroleum jelly and scooping up
an ample dollop on two fingers. Sheila instinctively tensed her anus, and
her legs trembled more visibly as a result. "Relax. We'll do this one step
at a time."
Sheila nodded, and then jumped slightly at the cold, slimy touch of the
jelly between her buttocks. Soon, however, the massaging motion of Neil's
fingers upon her anus overcame her hesitation, and she leaned her shoulder
down to the edge of the tub to further part her large buttocks. Her fingers
dwelled almost exclusively on her turgid clitoris, and she felt a liquid,
creeping warmth spread throughout her lower stomach.
"You like having your asshole rubbed," Neil stated. Sheila nodded and her
hair spilled down around her face. "I'd like to see you let your dog lick
you there," he added in the same tone. A whimper escaped her throat, and
she nodded her head again. "We'll do that sometime. We can go down to your
basement, you can let me pour some honey down between your buttocks, and
then I can watch your dog lap it up off your asshole." Sheila's breath was
rapid. Neil smiled slightly, and added, "Would you spread your big ass wide
for me so I could see?"
"Yes," Sheila hissed. Her voice was husky and urgent.
"Good," Neil said quietly, and pushed his two slick fingers into her anus.
Sheila gasped, and her fingers froze between her thighs. It seemed she
could feel Neil's slow probing and exploring in her entire body, and she
clenched her muscles down on his fingers.
"I'd like to feel you clamp down on my cock like that there soon," Neil
mused. He pushed as gently as possible past the snug ring of muscle and
began to gradually work his fingers in and out of her, spreading the
petroleum jelly as thoroughly as he could. Eventually Sheila's fingers
began to slowly massage her clitoris again, and her breathing returned to a
regular pace. "It's not so bad, is it?" Neil asked rhetorically.
"No... just takes getting used to..." Sheila mumbled. It wasn't so bad.
There were a few sharp pains as her anus was stretched, but the longer the
fingers remained in her, the more accommodating her sphincter seemed to
become.
"This won't be as bad as you think," Neil said. Suddenly his fingers were
gone from inside her, and her anus flexed around empty air. The sensation
was striking, and Sheila's clitoris throbbed at the sudden emptiness. With
mild horror she realized the feeling was analogous to emptying one's bowels.
Some dark corner of her mind wondered what it would be like to masturbate
while on the toilet like that. With deliberate, careful motions, Neil began
to spread petroleum jelly on the larger end of the squash.
"Are you feeling a little vulnerable and ashamed right now?" he asked
casually. Sheila nodded. The scatological imagery and her anxiety about
the squash pushing into her rectum had rattled her. "Good. I'm going to
enjoy seeing you enjoy being fucked in the ass by a vegetable," Neil said
with a wink.
Before she had even prepared herself, Neil was squatting in the tub behind
her, pressing the large, teardrop-shaped end of the squash between her
buttocks. Involuntarily she clenched her anus, and the harsh pressure of
the vegetable against her muscles caused of surge of panic in her. "Oh god,
Neil, please..." she began.
"Keep rubbing your clit," he said flatly. Without conscious direction, her
hand complied, stroking her two middle fingers mechanically over her slick
clitoris. Neil applied more pressure to the squash, and Sheila's tight
sphincter began to open. Sharp sparks of pain flared in her protesting
muscles, and a whimper welled up in her throat. "Push out with your muscles
like you're taking a shit," Neil said harshly. It was the most emotion
she'd heard from him, besides his laugh, that entire afternoon.
"Neil, please..." she pleaded. Some fear from infancy kept her from
complying with his instruction.
"Do it," he ordered. "Push out with your muscles just like you were trying
to push something out of you." Sheila bit savagely upon her lower lip, and
bore down with her muscles exactly as when she was on the toilet. Almost
obscenely, her anus dilated and accepted the tip of the squash into her.
Slowly and evenly, Neil pushed the rest of the vegetable past the clinging
ring of muscle.
Sheila moaned low and pitifully, and her legs jerked slightly with each
sharp pain as her anus snagged on some insufficiently lubricated part of the
squash. When the large, ovoid body of the vegetable was almost completely
inside her, just as the sharp pains from her anus subsided, a wave of deep,
cramping pains began to race across her lower stomach. She squeezed her
eyes tightly shut and had to remove her hand from between her legs to steady
herself.
"Fuck yes," Neil said satisfied. "I knew if we only put our minds to it you
could have a big gaping asshole just like that wonderful, gaping cunt of
yours." Sheila began to sob quietly. Her face was hot with humiliation,
but even more depraved was the way her clitoris throbbed for attention at
his words. "Keep stroking your clit," Neil instructed.
Sheila slowly complied, and she felt a strange, dirty delight when she found
her labia still sloppily wet and her clitoris still erect and aching.
Additionally, there was an odd satisfied fullness that enhanced the hum of
pleasure between her legs. Neil was watching her movements carefully. Her
legs were still trembling, and the motion of her fingers between her legs
caused the stem of the yellow squash, sticking obscenely from the
jelly-slicked cleavage of her buttocks, to bob slightly upwards and
downwards.
Neil casually touched the end of the stem and gently nudged the squash in
rhythm with her fingers. "You like this, don't you? Admit it. It hurt
going in, but now that your ass is full, you like the feeling," he coaxed.
"Yes," Sheila choked honestly. She did like the feeling. Neil's gentle
manipulations of the large vegetable in her ass were only adding to the
desperate urge to make herself orgasm. Accepting her submissiveness, she
added, "I think I could cum with your cock like that... if I could touch
myself."
"In a while," Neil answered. He stood up from the edge of the tub and began
to take down his own pants. "But first, I want to do something I've never
been able to..." He took his pants and underwear down to his knees in a
single, fluid motion, and his penis bobbed semi-erect. "I want you to know
a few things," he said, shuffling over closer to the tub so his cock swayed
before her eyes.
Sheila locked her gaze on his beautiful penis, and her fingers ground
furiously against her clitoris. The stem of the squash nodded up and down
wildly as her hips began to inadvertently join the effort of her fingers.
"I enjoy making you my whore," Neil said. He delicately took his semi-erect
penis in his hand. "I think you get off being a completely slut, don't
you?"
"Yes," Sheila grunted. There was a building pressure inside her, between
her clitoris and her bowels. Her unmanifest orgasm lurked there, and her
fingers viciously tried to pull it out into the open.
"If I want to see you fuck your dog, you'll do it for me and get off in the
process, won't you?" he asked coldly. Sheila nodded frantically. "If I ask
you to suck off Carl and Fisk in the parking lot after school, you'll do it
and enjoy it, won't you?"
"Oh, God, yes," Sheila hissed. The image was horribly degrading. Those two
fuckers who watched her get off with her dog, the two shits that laughed at
her and would have destroyed her at school -- she knew she would gladly suck
both of their cocks and let them cum in her mouth with Neil watching. Yes,
she found the idea completely humiliating, but she would enjoy it just the
same. "Neil, I'm going to cum..." she stammered.
"If I want to piss down your throat and call you a sick, worthless tramp,
you'd enjoy that, wouldn't you?" Neil smirked, and without warning a stream
of urine flowed from his penis and spattered against the side of Sheila's
face. She jumped in surprise at the warm splash on her cheek and forehead,
and the rolling wave of her orgasm boiled out of her. "Don't turn away,"
Neil ordered. "Fucking drink it."
Sheila sounded a low, warbling wail as her vagina and sphincter began to
flutter and spasm madly. Her clitoris burned and throbbed, and she turned
her face towards Neil and opened her mouth comically wide. Immediately he
let his urine continue to flow, and the golden liquid spattered across
Sheila's fair features and into her mouth. Her loins continued to spasm and
twist as she began to exaggeratedly lap her tongue and swallow what she
could catch of the young man's urine. The taste was sharp and acrid, but
her desperate need to revel in the degenerate moment rendered that
inconsequential.
"You're my piss drinking whore," Neil said calmly.
"I'm your piss drinking whore," Sheila replied obediently. His urine
continued to spatter on her lips, across her nose and into her hair as a
final, vicious wave of pleasure spread from her clitoris throughout the rest
of her body. With an urgent, vilely enjoyable effort, Sheila pushed the
squash out of her rectum. It landed with a slimy thud between her calves.
The last spurt of Neil's urine soiled Sheila's chin and neck, and then he
flapped his organ casually and reached down to pull up his pants. Sheila's
body shook, and she gently eased herself down onto her side in the tub. Her
mind was clouded from her orgasm, but she found great satisfaction in her
dishevelled condition. Her hair and face dripped with urine, and her tongue
was heavy with the taste of it. She luxuriated in the obscenely large feel
of her vulva and clitoris -- an image left imprinted by Neil's words
earlier. She was, for that moment, proud of her ample sex. Her anus felt
stretched and open, and she could feel the remnants of the petroleum jelly
clinging to her sphincter and caked within her rectum. She closed her eyes,
and the world seemed to hum quietly around her.
Neil surveyed what he'd done. He was very pleased. For some reason, he was
quite sure that Carl and Fisk would never be allowed to sample Sheila. They
were idiots and without imagination or appreciation. No, Neil would only
provide the absolute best for Sheila. She would be humiliated and used with
panache. Neil glanced at the expelled vegetable lying between her knees.
"You squeezed out more than just that squash," he commented.
"Oh, God..." Sheila mumbled. Her words sounded more impressed than
distressed. "Did I shit myself?"
"Not a lot," Neil assessed. "Just be thankful I won't be making you eat
that squash." He smiled slightly when Sheila shuddered. "If I did that, I
wouldn't want to do this..." he said, kneeling beside her prone form. With
a strong grip, he pulled her head up to him by her thick hair, and kissed
her urine spattered mouth. It was a kiss of ownership, and he did not
recoil when she pushed her tainted tongue into his mouth.
"Now start the shower and clean yourself up," he said after breaking the
kiss. "I want to go out and have you seen with me in public."
Sheila nodded obediently.
***
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