The World Is Mine For The Taking

Chapter 312: Chapter 50 - Charlotte's Punishment (2)

"I'll do it. I just need to do it right in front of her, correct?" I said, my voice wavering with nervous determination.

I slowly peeled my panties from beneath my skirt, feeling the cool air against my exposed butt as I eased them down my thighs, past my slender legs, and finally off my feet. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and my hands, trembling uncontrollably, struggled to lift and roll up my skirt.

As my skirt was pushed higher, my exposed vagina was fully revealed for their prying eyes.

The President scoffed, her gaze sweeping over me with disgust. "You're… getting off on something as filthy as this?"

"W-Wha...?"

"Her part down there is really hairy. It looks like she didn't even bother to groom it," she continued.

"W-What is she saying? Why is she saying this to me?" I thought in a daze, realizing the punishment was all about stripping away my dignity and piling on the humiliation.

Leon's gaze was unwavering as he took in the sight. My skirt was pushed up, exposing my thin, pale legs and the soft curve of my thighs, all the way to my tightly closed crack. My pubic hair was laid bare for everyone to see. I squeezed my eyes shut, tears of mortification rolling down my cheeks. How much more of this humiliation would I have to endure?

"Show your breasts as well," Leon commanded.

I stopped clutching at my skirt, then slowly unbuttoned my uniform, revealing my bra. With trembling hands, I rolled it up, exposing my breasts to the room.

"Now, sit on the table," he said.

I reluctantly placed my bare butt on the cold, hard surface of the table, every inch of my exposed body laid bare.

"Then, spread your legs so I can see clearly," he commanded.

I spread my legs wide, exposing the vulnerable area between my thighs. Continue reading at m|v-l'e -NovelBin.net

At that instant, I felt raw and vulnerable. My uniform was flung open, my bra rolled up to bare my breasts and nipples to his scrutinizing gaze.

My skirt was hiked up, leaving my vagina fully visible and vulnerable in the open space between my spread legs.

I hadn't noticed it until now, but there was a mirror on the back of the door. As I caught a glimpse of myself, I saw my half-naked body reflected back—my face a mask of despair and humiliation, streaked with shame. My eyes were glistening with tears, a silent testament to my inner turmoil.

"Well done," the President said, her voice dripping with cold satisfaction. "Now, shall we get started?"

"Huh?" I stammered, completely bewildered. Start what?

"Filming you, of course."

She held up a smartphone.

"F-Filming?"

"Smartphones are amazing, aren't they? They can freeze a moment in time, capture every little detail, and even record moving pictures so you can relive those moments over and over again," she said. "What we're doing is called filming. If we record you, we can watch it anytime we want—and so can anyone else, even those who aren't here right now."

"Y-Y-You're going to show this to people?!" I blurted out.

"I might," she replied, "but luckily for you, this is just a humiliation punishment. I might not be very forgiving, but since Leon has the final say, you're safe—for now. But don't get too comfortable. This is our insurance policy. If you even think about tattling to anyone, we'll release the video online for the world to see. You understand that, right?"

I bit my lip hard, nodding reluctantly.

Between my thighs, my pussy, shaped in that humiliating M, felt unnervingly loose. I could feel a dampness spreading, and it made no sense. Why was I getting wet? This wasn't arousal, was it? I-I couldn't be getting off on this humiliation! I wasn't some kind of pervert!

"Now then, the recording has started. What's the first thing you want to do, Leon?" the President asked.

Leon's eyes locked onto mine, making me tremble with fear. His gaze then slowly moved downward, taking in the sight of my exposed thighs and the growing wetness between them.

"Let's start with her punishment," Leon said.

He stalked toward me, each step deliberate, his presence looming as his hands gripped my thighs with a firm, unyielding force, dragging me closer to the table's edge. TheThe President, smartphone in hand, recorded the scene I felt like a helpless offering, spread out and exposed on this cold, unfeeling altar.

Leon unzipped his pants, the sound sharp in the silence, and pulled out his thick, long penis. It brushed against my trembling thighs, sending a shiver through my entire body.

His dick was hard as stone. Fear gripped me as his erection loomed closer.

Lying half-naked on the desk, my legs spread in an M shape, my pubic hair already damp with unwanted anticipation.

"Open it for me," Leon's voice was a command that cut through the haze of fear.

With shaky hands, my thin, pale fingers trailed down to my slit, hesitating only for a moment before they began to part the folds. The small, swollen bean at the top of my pussy throbbed, and I could feel my tightly closed entrance slowly relaxing, betraying me further. My skin flushed a deep, shameful pink, my body betraying its readiness to take him in.

My wet slit seemed to beckon him, glistening with an inviting sheen.

"Now then, shouldn't you say something to Leon?" the President's voice pierced through the fog of my mortification.

"Uuuu... P-Please, ravish Charlotte... please soil Charlotte's body with Leon's dick! I want to be used again!" My plea erupted from my lips before I could rein it in, my voice quivering with desperation.

As I cried out, hot, slippery liquid trickled from my vagina, my body betraying me with its own eagerness.

Leon's thick cock twitched in anticipation, and he roughly grabbed my legs, positioning me for his entry. With a powerful thrust, he buried his dick into my wet, yearning honey hole. His glans met the tender, slick flesh of my pussy, spreading it open.

"Aaaaaah! It's coming! It's coming inside Charlotte again!"