“So you snitched on me, you fucking bitch? ” Laura said quietly, but scarily enough to make Stacy’s face go completely pale and her voice shake, making her stutter in fear. Stacy then said to Laura that she never snitched on her and that she swore to God she never said anything. She didn’t. I did. And I blamed it on Stacy, and I’m also convinced that Laura also knew Stacy was innocent, but the accusation was conveniently used as an excuse to release that frustration from her situation somehow, and Stacy was the perfect target for that. At the age of 18, she had very chubby, straight, brown hair, usually tied into a ponytail. I blamed Stacy for snitching on Laura for selling XTC at our college. The truth is that Laura has shared a few XTC pills with some of us, but I thought if I made up a more serious accusation, such as “selling or dealing,” it would make Laura more aggressive towards the person. I’ll blame it on later.
Stacy was anxiously repeating that she had never said anything to anyone and that she never would. Laura spat in her face halfway through the sentence, and her thick, white spit was running down Stacy’s shocked face. “Oh my God, what’s wrong with you?” whimpered Stacy, trying to wipe Laura’s spit from her face. I grabbed her hand to prevent her from covering her face and allowing Laura to hold her other hand and shoot a thick, phlegmy bulge of spit straight into Stacy’s mouth.
Stacy bent over and started gagging in disgust. Laura grabbed Stacy’s ponytail to pull her head up and make Stacy look at her. Listen, you cunt, you cross me one more fucking time… “and started pulling the top of Stacy’s t-shirt down, gradually exposing her large tits concealed in a white bra. You know, you only have big tits because you are fat, right? Stacy didn’t know how to respond to that. She just tried to turn her head to the side, avoiding eye contact with us. I put my face as close to her cheek as possible and said: “I can tell everyone you snitched on Laura and I can also add a few things up, so.” I’ve got a suggestion: Laura and I are going to play a little game with you, and if you agree to be our bitch for the next hour, we can forget all about this and pretend nothing ever happened. Laura obviously didn’t know what I was talking about but looked at me with an evil grin on her face.
So I started: “So, I will ask you a few questions, like a quiz, and if you answer correctly, nothing will happen to you. But if you answer incorrectly or if you refuse to answer, you get spit on or slapped. Understood?” To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sr0q3m/an_hour_in_hell_fff_noncon_humiliation
Brilliant start. Can’t wait for further scenes.