My Humiliation Part One

My Humiliation Part One
By Kylie

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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I stood frozen outside my stepbrother's closed bedroom door. I could hear his friends laughing and carrying on inside. The cold breeze from the air-conditioning vent above me caused goose bumps to form all across my naked skin. That's right, I was completely naked. Me, Melissa Witten, the hottest girl in 8th grade, totally nude, with only a wood door separating me from a roomful of teenage boys from school.

I strained to hear the voices behind the door. That last shout was Randy Janson. He sat behind me in Math, Omigod, from now on, every time he sees me in class he'll be picturing me like I am now! I ran my hand from my breasts to my crotch. He'll sit there and see right through whatever I'm wearing that day. My boobs and my pussy will be burned into his mind! I'll just die if he ever makes eye contact in class.

Oh no! Was that Craig Hotchkiss's voice? He's only the team quarterback and hottest guy in school! If I walk in nude, he'll think I'm a slut.

"Shut up, Fennerman! Why'd did you invite Fennerman?"

Shit, it is Craig Hotchkiss. And he's complaining that Alan Fennerman is there? The biggest nerd in eighth grade? I wonder who else is waiting inside? I shivered. It was cold in the hallway. I grasped the doorknob. Dare I turn it?

I knew once I stepped into the room, I was submitting to six hours of humiliation and degradation. Even though we were the same age, I had disliked my stepbrother from the moment I met him. For two years, I had done everything I could to make his life miserable. I put itching powder in his jock strap. I emptied a jar of roaches into his bed, providing a surprise for him when he slipped into the covers. I bought Playboy and left it and a jar of Vaseline on his bed the day I knew he was bringing Sharon Heksen home to his room to work on a class project. She blabbed it all over school the next day and girls were coming up to him in the hall making jacking motions with their hands. I squeezed the doorknob, realizing that it was payback time. He had the house to himself for at least the next six hours; with no adults home, he could get away with anything. I wanted to run back to my room, dress, and lock the door. But I couldn't. I knew I had to open this door and step inside, naked from head-to-toe.

My stepbrother Scott had seen to it that I would have no choice but to be an active participant in my own mortification. No one was forcing me to do this. I could turn and leave right now, except...

Brenda had been my best friend since grade school. We shared everything and she was like a sister to me. That's why I wasn't surprised when she confessed to me. We told each other everything, after all. I was surprised that she was the one who had broken into Mrs. Rodriguez's desk and stolen a copy of the science test. It didn't seem like the sort of thing Brenda would do. She had too much to lose if she got caught. Brenda was on the cheerleading squad and student council and active in several other after-school activities. She had to realize she'd have been barred from all of them had she been caught. Not to mention the automatic suspension from school, which her parents would obviously fin out about. Then they'd punish her, too. She'd lose her mobile phone, her Ipod, and be grounded for eternity. Possibly even get a whipping! That's why I swore to Brenda that I'd never say a word to anyone. And that's why I almost shit my pants when Scott told me he had heard our entire conversation through the door!

"Your little bitch friend is going down," he threatened me. "I'm telling Mrs. Rodriguez tomorrow morning."

I panicked. I should have played it cool so Scott wouldn't see how concerned I was. But I didn't. "Please, Scott, don't do it. Brenda's never done anything to you. This will destroy her! She'll be suspended and punished and kicked off the squad. She'll be disgraced and branded a cheat!"

Scott laughed. "Like I give a shit. I'm going to tell her you were the one who ratted her out to me."

I felt a queasy feeling in my stomach. Since I was the only one Brenda had told, she might actually believe him. Omigod, I thought, I could lose my BFF! "Please, Scott. I'm begging you. Don't."

"So you really like this girl?"

"You know she's my best friend, Scott. I'd do anything for her!"

Scott grinned, and it was an evil grin. I could see an idea was forming in that sick mind of his but I couldn't imagine what it was.

"Anything?" he asked.

"Yes, anything," I replied without hesitation.

"Think carefully before you agree. Then if you say yes, you have my word I'll never tell a soul about what Brenda did. No matter what, no matter how much I hate you, I'll never, ever tell. But if you say yes, then you're agreeing to do anything I say this Saturday. Remember, from 10am to 4pm, we'll be the only ones home. You'll have to obey me without question. No arguing, no debating, no changing the rules. I say, you do. Are you really willing to agree to that?"

I thought about Brenda and how crushed she would be to be thrown off the cheerleader squad. I imagined her disgrace at being banished from student council for cheating. I pictured her miserable being grounded and I envisioned her over her father's knee, with her skirt flipped up and her panties down to her ankles, and that big leather belt of his whipping into her soft white butt, over and over until it was red and pulsating. And I thought of how angry she would feel and how she would blame me as the cause of all of her misery, pain, and humiliation. I could see our long friendship spiraling down the toilet. I looked into Scott's eyes. "Saturday. Starting at 10am. I'll do everything you say. But you'd better not be lying..."

I knew Scott would keep his word and never reveal Brenda's secret. He didn't have to; he had gotten everything he could ever want. And now he was going to make the most of it. It was Saturday and I hadn't realized how bad today might be until he came to my bedroom door, precisely at 10 o'clock. He told me he had some friends over and I was to join them in his bedroom in 15 minutes.

"You want me in your bedroom?" I had asked. I was surprised because my stepbrother never let me set foot in his room, especially after I had left my "presents" there for him.

He nodded. "You can come in.' He smiled that evil grin again. "But your clothes stay here."

"What?" I cried.

"You heard me."

"You want me to walk into your room without any clothes?"

"Sans clothes. Naked. Nude. Bare-assed. Butt nekid. In your birthday suit. Exposed. Bare. Au naturel, How many ways do you want me to say it?"

"How about if I just strip now, here in my room?" I tried to negotiate.

"No dice. My room. Fifteen minutes. My friends are waiting."

I panicked. He was going to show me off to his friends! "Who's waiting?"

He grinned. "You'll find out."

I tried to envision walking into a room naked, not knowing who would see me. The though terrified me. But I knew I had to do it, so I took a deep breath, steeled myself, and said, "Fine, I'll be right there."

"No, wait 15 minutes," Scott replied.

"Why?" I asked, wondering if he needed the time to plan some horrible surprise.

"I want you to have time to think about what you're about to do. Let it sink in. I want you to sweat it out."

"You bastard!" I replied.

"Changing your mind already?"

I shook my head. He had me and he knew it. "Fifteen minutes," I replied.

That was 14 and a half minutes ago. I left my clothes and my dignity in my room and slowly turned the door handle. On the other side of the door were an unknown number of boys from school and the stepbrother who despised me and to whom I had pledged my allegiance. The plush carpet tickled my bare feet, reminding me of my nudity. The cold air made my nipples poke out erect. Melissa, what the fuck are you doing? I thought. I felt exposed and vulnerable. I glanced down at my naked body, my small but perky boobs and the light patch of hair barely covering my pussy and I realized I was seconds away from the most humiliating, the most mortifying experience of my life. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.