The Six Tasks of My Humiliation

The Six Tasks of My Humiliation   Part 4

 

By Alfamann

 

Somehow I managed to survive the rest of the week as Steven’s little sex slave. He took every opportunity to humiliate me in any way he could. I even had to go as far as stripping totally naked in the women’s washroom at work, before being allowed to enter the cubicle to pee. On the Friday night he arrived home with one of his mates from work. I was, of course, totally naked. Steven made me parade in front of them both while they drank their beers. I was made to rotate around in circles so they could get a good view of all my womanly charms, then I had to bend over to give them a good view of my vagina and anus. Needless to say I was wet and swollen from the humiliation.

 

Henrik continued to bring mates home after college every night of the week. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he was charging them an admission fee.

 

By the end of the week my naked body had been thoroughly ogled at by countless people in our own home. It was an emotional rollercoaster ride, but I must admit to finding it terribly exciting to be degraded in this manner.

 

Come the following Monday it was time for Steven to hand over to me Task Six, the last of my tasks. Given how each task increased the intensity and level of my humiliation, I was incredibly nervous when we sat down on the sofa with our coffees. As per the normal ritual, he handed me the folded piece of paper, but when I went to open it he stopped me.

 

“You are not going to find out what Task Six is right now. Keep the folded piece of paper with you at all times. I will ring you when the time is right to read it.” With that he gave me a smile of self satisfaction.

 

Initially I felt deflated and anxious at not knowing what my last task was. How could I prepare for it emotionally if I didn’t know what it was going to be? But, as instructed, I slipped the folded piece of paper in my pocket.

 

I was left on edge all week. Several times Steven phoned me at work and I would think, ‘This is it. Time to read the note’. But he would just tease me with inane questions about the weather or some other trivial topic. It was all designed to keep my anxiety levels up.

 

It was not until the Friday night that things began to develop. As I was in the car driving home, Steven rang me on my cell phone. He told me not to worry about preparing dinner, and instead to take a good long bath when I got home, then to dress informally. He stressed I was to dress informally, and told me to wear the worn out jeans I had that were torn around the thigh and knees. They were several years old and were a couple of sizes too small for me

 

“We’re going out for the evening?” I enquired

 

“Not exactly,” Steven answered evasively.

 

“Then, what?” I asked, confused. But got no response as Steven hung up.

 

I did as requested, which was no great hardship. I soaked for a long while in a lovely hot bath, before dressing very casually. I found the jeans in my bottom drawer and eventually managed to squeeze into them and zip up the fly. I threw on a faded, loose fitting tee shirt that was cheekily printed with, ‘I’m not a gynaecologist, but I don’t mind taking a look.’ It was actually given to Steven as a joke by one of his medical mates, but was too small for him so I had adopted it. I did however take care to put on my best underwear. I girl must always be prepared. Plus I was only too aware the week was coming to an end and I had yet to be confronted with Task Six. This reminded me to put the folded piece of paper in the pocket of my jeans.

 

Listlessly I waited around for Steven to arrive home. He had collected Henrik from hockey. They chatted on how the match had gone and I tried to focus on the conversation, but my mind was elsewhere. I threw an enquiring look at Steven, but he ignored me.

 

The front doorbell rang. I looked at Steven, and he shrugged his shoulders as if he had no idea who it might be. I scampered down the stairs and opened the front door. Standing on the front porch were an immaculately dressed male and female, who were probably in their fifties but looked younger.

 

“Can I help you?” I enquired, thinking they had lost their way and needed directions.

 

“You must be Angela,” enquired the male in a cultured voice.

 

“Yesss,” I managed to stutter. “I’m sorry. Do I know you?”

 

“Not yet,” responded the female. She held out her hand. “I am Jenna, and this is my husband, Trevor.”

 

I shook their hands. I was confused, and also becoming nervous.

 

“We are here to take you out to dinner,” Jenna continued.

 

My mouth dropped open. “Dinner. I don’t understand. There must be a mistake.”

 

To my relief I heard Steven coming down the stairs behind me, but my relief was very short lived.

 

“Trevor, Jenna. How nice to see you both,” beamed Steven. “My little lady is all ready for a very special night out. Aren’t you, Angela?”

 

I glared at Steven. If looks could kill they would be ordering him a coffin.

 

“Steven, I am not dressed for a…..,” I began protesting but before I could finish my sentence he kissed me on the lips, and Jenna took hold of my hand and began to walk down the path to their waiting vehicle. My mind was racing. Clearly it was something Steven had organised, and I very strongly suspected it had to do with the sixth task.

 

Trevor and Jenna’s vehicle turned out to be a sleek, black, chauffeur driven Bentley.

 

On the drive I was mostly ignored. I couldn’t believe it when we pulled up outside the most elegant hotel and restaurant in the whole city. It was very much a place only frequented by the wealthy. The doorman, adorned in top hat and tails, opened the door for us and Jenna and Trevor alighted. I slunk back in my seat, only too aware of how out of place I would look in my torn jeans and oversized tee shirt with the ridiculous caption. I cursed Steven for the manner in which he had set me up.

 

Trevor reached in, and with a firm hand pulled me out of the Bentley like a misbehaving child. The chauffeur had a quiet chuckle.

 

Still holding my hand, Trevor led me into the restaurant, where we were seated at a table. The waiter looked at me disdainfully but said nothing. Clearly, if I had not been in the company of Jenna and Trevor I would have been thrown back out on the street. I hung my head in embarrassment and slouched down in my seat.

 

“Sit up girl,” Trevor chastised. “Are you wearing underwear?”

 

I looked at him incredulously, and tried to sound deeply offended. “Of course I am.”

 

“Well go into the washroom and take off your bra and panties, and bring them back to me.”

 

I sat frozen to my seat. How dare these strangers think they have the right to talk to me in such a manner?

 

“Hurry up girl, or you will not like the consequences.”

 

I looked to Jenna for support. Surely she would not let me be treated in this manner. One look at her face told me how wrong I was.

 

I dropped my bottom lip and slumped my shoulders in defeat. Reluctantly I pulled myself to my feet and made my way to the women’s washroom. On the way I contemplated why recently I always seemed to be ending up in embarrassing situations when it came to toilets.

 

I shut myself in one of the cubicles and struggled to extract myself out of my skin tight, tatty jeans. Once I had I removed my fine lace panties I worked my way back into the jeans. I slipped my tee shirt off, removed my matching bra, and redressed, stuffing my underwear in my pocket. As I exited the washroom I could not help glancing at the mirror. Embarrassingly my erect nipples were clearly protruding. Stupidly I tried to flatten them with my fingers but it only made matters worse. They bounced back more erect than ever. Admitting defeat, I took the long walk back to our table, nonchalantly holding my arm across my breasts.

 

As I sat down, Jenna chastised me. “Take your arm away, girl.”

 

Reluctantly I dropped my arm to my side.

 

“My, my. You are leading from the front. You are a regular little tramp. Now hand me your underwear.”

 

Blushing at her comments, I reached into my pocket and awkwardly extracted my bra and panties, surreptitiously sliding them across the table to her, praying no one was looking.

 

I was devastated when she held them in the air, at the same time beckoning for the waiter to come over. When the waiter arrived, Jenna handed him my underwear, politely requesting that he dispose of it. As he went to walk away he glanced over at me in disgust. I wished the floor would open up and make me disappear.

 

Jenna ordered the meal for me. I didn’t even get a chance to glance at the menu. While we waited for the meal, three customers came over to chat to Trevor and Jenna. I was introduced to them as Angela, with no explanation as to who I was, or why I was dining with them.  All three of them looked me up and down, especially the one male who was fascinated by my nipples.

 

“That is interesting clothing you are wearing my dear," the elderly female commented cynically. “Modern look is it. Can’t say it does much for me. What does your tee shirt say?”

 

I furiously shook my. “Nothing, Ma’am. Trust me. Nothing you would be interested in seeing.”

 

“Oh, come on, Angela,” Trevor interjected. “Don’t be modest. Show our guests your tee shirt.”

 

I shook my head from side to side, indicating I did not want to.

 

“Now!” Trevor spoke angrily, causing me to jump in my seat.

 

Reluctantly I stood so they could see the ‘gynaecologist’ slogan on my tee shirt. The elderly woman read it out aloud, and then looked at me contemptuously. She clearly did not see the funny side.

 

“Are you not wearing a bra?” the elderly woman asked.

 

I shook my head. I was too humiliated to speak. Thankfully they decided they had seen enough of Trevor and Jenna’s wayward guest and returned to their table.

 

Finally the meal arrived, and despite my predicament I had to admit the food was delicious, as was the accompanying wine. Trevor and Jenna engaged me in small talk and I managed to relax just a little. But in the back of my mind I was apprehensive as to what might lie ahead for the evening.

 

The conversation was interrupted by Trevor’s cell phone ringing. He chatted for a few brief seconds then handed the phone to me. I looked at him, confused.

 

“Hello,’ I tentatively spoke into the phone.

 

“You forgot your cell phone.” It was Steven on the other end.

 

“I didn’t forget it. Remember, I got hi-jacked at our front door. I don’t even have any money or any ID,” I responded to Steven through gritted teeth.

 

“Oh well. You are in good hands. And now would be a very good time to read your next task. You do have the piece of paper, I trust?”

 

“Yes I do. But please, Steven, I need some answers.” By the time I finished my sentence the line was dead.

 

Silently I handed the phone back, aware that Trevor and Jenna were both staring at me intently. I reached into my pocket and extracted the folded piece of paper. With trembling hands I unfolded it, and read.

 

“Well done, darling. You are now at your last task. I am proud of you. But tonight will be your ultimate test of submission.  You are going to be humiliated by total strangers. Tonight you are to have sex with a woman, and are also to have anal intercourse with a man.

Love you

Steven XXX

 

I was truly horrified. Steven and I had discussed our sexual taboos, and boundaries. I had told him I had no desire to have anal intercourse with him, and would never have sex with a woman. Steven was now throwing this all back at me as a challenge, daring me to see what the depths of my submission were. I stared blankly at the paper, but my confused emotions were interrupted by the arrival of dessert. It looked delightful, but I had lost my appetite.

 

I sat silently as they finished their desserts, but took up the offer of a coffee. I felt it might settle my nerves. Once finished, Trevor paid the bill and the three of us walked to the restaurant exit. I could feel the eyes of the guests riveted on me as I walked past; my blasted nipples still erect.

 

Instead of turning towards the road from the restaurant, Jenna and Trevor turned into the hotel foyer. Silently I followed. Trevor picked up a room key from Reception and the three of us entered the elevator. My heart was pumping a million times a minute. I knew I could just choose to walk away, but I didn’t. I choose to stay.

 

On the tenth floor the elevator door opened and we walked down the hall to room 1069. As we entered the room I was flabbergasted by its size and ornate beauty. The room was bigger than some people’s houses.

Trevor poured us all a glass of champagne, then he and Jenna sat down. I awkwardly remained standing, trying to stop my hands from shaking.

 

“Take off your clothes, Angela.” Trevor requested casually.

 

I sat my glass down on the table beside me, took a deep breath, and then with fumbling fingers unzipped my jeans and struggled to remove them. I was nervous and sweating, which made the denim stick to me even more. I managed to trip myself up and fell in a heap on the floor. I pulled myself back up and finally managed to kick them off. Quickly I removed my stupid tee shirt, so I was now standing before them, naked. I forced myself to keep my hands to my side. Jenna and Trevor looked me up and down, like they might a painting on the wall.

 

It was humbling to be naked in front of these total strangers in their formal attire.

 

“Come over here, Angela.” It was Jenna who was beckoning me.

 

“You are lovely. Steven is truly lucky to have such a darling submissive wife. Open your legs for me.”

 

Standing directly in front of Jenna, I opened my legs wide. Her hand immediately went to my vagina, and began squeezing my labia.

 

“You know you are very wet?” she asked of me.

 

I blushed. “Yes, Ma’am.”

 

“Have you ever been touched by another woman.”

 

“Not really, Ma’am.” Maria had only touched me fleetingly

 

“Open your legs wider.”

 

As I obeyed Jenna penetrated my vulva with a finger, causing me to gasp out loud. She removed the finger, but then replaced it with two. She stroked me up and down several times before inserting a third finger, then the fourth. Her ministrations were getting to me and I began to groan quietly.

 

“Would you like to make love to me, Angela?” Jenna was speaking to me, but her eyes were hungrily focused on my vagina.

 

I didn’t want to make love to a woman, but Jenna was making me extremely horny.

 

“Well, my dear?” She was now gazing up at my eyes.

 

I could resist no longer. “Yes, Ma’am,” I mumbled, embarrassed by my admission.

 

“Undress me.” Jenna’s eyes were full of desire.

 

Gently I unbuttoned her dress and pulled it forward and down so she could step out of it. I felt very submissive being ordered to remove another woman’s clothing. I removed her high heel shoes and rolled down her stockings and pulled them off her feet. Jenna was now standing there in just her underwear.

I could not believe how excited I was feeling. I really wanted to see this woman nude.

 

I unclasped her bra and lowered it down over her arms. Her breasts were large and full. I held my breath as I placed my fingers in the waistband of her panties and began sliding them down over her hips. A triangle of neatly trimmed, jet black pubic hair sprung into view. I was captivated. Her panties fell to the floor and she elegantly stepped out of them. She was totally naked.

 

Jenna took hold of my hand and led me into the bedroom, with Trevor following us. In the room there was a huge four poster bed that looked fit for royalty. I was positioned in a sitting position in the middle of the bed, leaning back against the pillows. Jenna and Trevor positioned themselves on either side of the bed, at my feet. I felt like a little princess.

 

“Open your legs Angela, and bring your knees up,” Jenna requested.

 

I was deeply embarrassed to be exposing myself to this sophisticated and very wealthy couple. It made me feel common, and without morals. But I wanted to please them. I wanted to put myself on exhibit to them because that is what they wanted. Slowly I opened my legs wide, and bent my knees. I knew my state of arousal would be obvious to both of them.

 

“Lift your legs up over your head and hook your feet in the headboard,” Jenna continued to guide me.

 

It took me a couple of goes, but I managed to get myself secured in position. I felt so vulnerable, and so exposed. My buttocks were raised high off the bed and my legs were splayed wide open. My swollen labia had peeled apart, exposing the entrance to my vulva.

 

Jenna positioned herself between my legs.

 

“You are to hold yourself in position, no matter the pain,” she directed.

 

I gulped. “Yes, Ma’am”

 

“Have you ever had your pussy spanked?”

 

“No Ma’am.” My apprehension was clearly audible in my voice.

 

Ten sharp hand spanks rained down on my vagina. Then she stopped and flicked my engorged clit, before administering another ten stinging spanks. This was repeated several times, and I was soon crying out from the mixture of pain and pleasure. She kept going until I was sure I could take no more. I was struggling to hold myself in position, but was determined not to let her down.

 

Finally the assault on my pussy ceased, and for awhile there was only the noise of my sobbing. Then I felt a tongue lick the inside of my leg. I looked up, and saw Jenna’s head between my thighs. Gradually she licked closer and closer to my inflamed pussy; I was intoxicated with perverse passion. When her tongue finally stroked my labia I groaned in pure ecstasy. Her mouth encased my whole vagina and she began sucking, like she was trying to extract all of my juices from out of my vulva. She then nipped my labia with her teeth, but the pain only added to my pleasure. When her tongue began flicking my engorged clitoris I could control myself no longer. I screamed out in unbridled pleasure as several powerful orgasms washed over me.

 

As my senses began to recover from the assault I was aware of a finger being inserted into my vagina. I looked up through half open eyes to see that Trevor had replaced Jenna between my legs. I was beginning to ache from holding my position for so long, but I wanted to please them.

 

Trevor removed his finger, but then I felt pressure as he pressed it against my anus.

 

“No, please,” I murmured. My virgin tunnel had never been invaded.

 

“Lift up higher.” Trevor’s voice was quiet but firm.

 

Despite myself, I obeyed his request. His lubricated finger pressed harder and finally the sphincter muscle gave away, allowing him to slide deep within my anus. He rotated the finger around, causing sensations within me I had not experienced before. He extracted the finger, but replaced it with two, stretching my rear passage even wider. I was deeply mortified that I was allowing this male to invade my body in this manner.

 

He withdrew his fingers, climbed off the bed, and under my watchful eyes he quickly undressed. He then resumed his position between my legs. I watched wide-eyed as he stroked his penis to full erection.

 

“Angela. I want to take you up your anus. It will hurt. It always does the first time.”

 

I groaned, “Nooo.”

 

Trevor continued. “But I will not do it without your permission. You must give me permission to fuck you in your anus.”

 

I was shocked by his statement. I had to give him permission. My mind was spinning. I did not want to have anal intercourse. But I did want to submit myself. And of course I recalled the piece of paper on which Steven had written the sixth task.

 

A closed my eyes. “You have…permission…to…take me in…my anus,” I managed to mumble.

 

Immediately I felt the pressure of his penis pressing against my entrance.

He pushed past the muscles and immediately my rectum was stretched painfully. I tensed and cried out.

 

“Relax, honey,” Jenna consoled me, and began flicking my nipples with her fingers.

 

Trevor’s penis continued to invade me, and I tried to breathe deeply and relax my muscles. But the pain continued unabated. Finally Trevor stopped pushing, and I realised with relief that he was fully inside me. Slowly he began to stroke in and out in short movements, and the pain began to abate, being replaced with a deep-seated warmth that was certainly not unpleasant.

 

His strokes became longer and more urgent. I pulled my buttocks higher to ensure he could fully access me. As he pummelled my anus I was shocked to feel myself building towards a climax. I screamed out unashamedly for him to fuck me harder. His body slammed against me with an intensity and vigour I had not encountered before. We orgasmed in a chorus of grunts and groans.

 

I had little time to recover before I felt Trevor move away and Jenna manoeuvred my legs down and pushed me to the side of the bed. She sat in the middle of the bed where I had been, and opened her legs, proudly displaying her vaginal charms. She beckoned for me to kneel between her legs, and I forced my battered and tired body to obey. When I was in position I could fully view the sight of her protruding labia and swollen clitoris that was proudly sticking out like a miniature penis. I was enraptured by the sight in a way I did not think was possible for me.

 

I looked deeply into Jenna’s hazy blue eyes that had lust written all over them.

 

“Please can I make love to you,” I murmured. “I have never touched, or tasted, another woman before. But I would like to try, if I have your permission.”

“You certainly have my permission, beautiful young lady” Jenna smiled. “Just do what comes naturally. You will be surprised at how natural it is for two women to pleasure each other.”

 

Slowly I lowered my head and licked the insides of her thigh, in the same manner she had done to me. I was reluctant to lick her vagina, as I was afraid I would not like the taste or sensation. But after a few tentative strokes of my tongue I found I was wrong on both accounts. Her taste was bitter-sweet, but not at all unpleasant. Plus I liked the feeling of her soft, sensitive labia yielding to the ministrations of my tongue. As I encircled her clitoris she moaned loudly in pleasure.

 

I felt movement on the bed and realised Trevor was behind me. He manhandled me into a kneeling position, my buttocks high in the air. I instinctively arched my back, all the while continuing to discover the pleasures of servicing another woman. I felt pressure against my anus, and realised Trevor was already fully erect and wanted to experience, again, the pleasures of penetrating my back passage. I relaxed and he slid in easily. There was still some pain, but it felt pleasurably and inflamed my passion.

 

I forced my tongue deep into Jenna’s vulva and feasted on her nectar, while I used my thumb to stroke her clitoris. Trevor began taking me with long, forceful strokes, each one seemingly penetrating deeper within my rectum.

I could not believe I was feeling yet another orgasm building from within. I was literally crying from the pleasure. I had been used and abused; humiliated beyond belief. But I had never been happier. I screamed in pure ecstasy as my orgasm convulsed through me. My screams were matched by Jenna and Trevor, who were enjoying the pleasures of their own intense orgasms. The three of us climaxed as one. It was truly amazing.

 

I dropped my head onto Jenna’s warm belly, and smiled contentedly to myself. I had completed all six tasks. It had been quite a journey of humiliation. I had ridden my tiger, and I hadn’t fallen off.