She Does What They Want Her to Do
From Create Your Own Story
| Status | ||
| Condition | Exhausted, Embarrassed, Naked, Her Ass Is Red And Stinging, Vagina and anus streched and in pain | Apparel and Items: Buck Naked, buttplug in ass, dildo in vagina |
| Day, Time | Thursday, Immediately After School | |
| Need to Bathroom | Arousal Causing Issues | |
| Level of Humiliation | Extremely Humiliated | |
"O...okay," Katie said softly.
"What was that?" Samantha asked.
"Okay. I...I'll do whatever you want."
"Whatever I want?" Samantha reiterated.
"Yes. Whatever you want."
"Excellent," Samantha said with a devious grin. "I suppose you'll be wanting these back."
Samantha reached underneath herself and retrieved Katie's panties. She was about to hand them back to her, when she stopped.
"Of course," she said, "You won't need these right now if you got your uniform."
Katie felt a glimmer of hope rise within her. "Really?" she asked Samantha. "You mean I'm on the team?"
The locker room once again erupted with laughter.
"No silly," Samantha laughed, "You haven't even tried out yet! We didn't mean THAT uniform...we meant this uniform."
Samantha stretched down the front of her tight shorts. As Katie had earlier suspected, she was not wearing any panties. Samantha revealed her perfectly smooth, clean shaven mound. Some of the other girls followed suit, lowering the front of their shorts to show that they also had shaved genitals.
Reaching forward, Samantha gently caressed Katie's bush. Katie resisted the urge to flinch, afraid of the pain the enormous toys in her vagina and ass would cause if she made any quick movements.
"You see, this," Samantha began, twirling one of Katie's pubic hairs around her index finger, "This just won't do."
Samantha yanked down hard, plucking the pubic hair from Katie's body. Katie yelped and jumped back, shifting all her weight onto the buttplug in her ass. The girls continued to laugh as Katie doubled over in pain, falling off the bench and on to the cold, locker room floor.
Katie opened her eyes to see Samantha and the rest of the crowd standing over her. Samantha held a razor up to her face.
"Now, can you shave yourself? Or shall I do it for you?"
