A Life of Humiliation: Initiation by lizzy_b_anne

A Life of Humiliation: Initiation by lizzy_b_anne

Discover a compelling adult sex story of initiation and humiliation in "A Life of Humiliation." Dive into the world of erotic fiction and explore the depths of desire and submission. Read now for a tantalizing experience.<br/>
Cassie stared at the tall brunette in front of her. Amber was stunning, with a perfectly toned body, abs that were clearly visible (even when she was relaxed), and flawless hair and skin.

Cassie wasn’t unattractive by any means, but her assets were far different. During her first year of college, the freshman 15 had transformed her in all the best ways, taking her B-cups to double d’s and giving her an ass that had several college boys chasing after her to no avail. At the same time, her waist was impossibly small, giving her a true hour glass figure that had caused much resentment from her peers. She couldn’t possibly care less about how she looked though, especially when gazing at, in her opinion, the most beautiful girl that attended her small liberal arts college.

“Are you fucking slow? Did you hear anything I just said?”

“I’m sorry.” Cassie replied meekly as she averted her gaze to the floor as her face burned with embarrassment. “Could you repeat that?”

“Jesus Christ. I thought you were just shit at learning cheers, but it turns out, you can’t keep up in any area of your pathetic life. Fine, I’ll repeat myself: You are one of the most talentless cheerleaders I have ever seen. I truthfully don’t know how you even had the nerve to try out,” said Amber.

Cassie squeezed her legs together as she flushed with humiliation. “I’m sorry.”

“That being said, as sophomore captain, I’ve decided to risk our programs reputation on you because I think you have the potential to become a real fan favorite.”

Cassie looked up at Amber in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“God, you are dumb. Let me put it in simple terms: You are hot and people want to fuck you. If we put you in a slutty little uniform, more people come to games, more people see us cheer, and more people donate money to our program. Who gives a shit if you suck–no one is coming to watch how great you are at chanting and waving your arms up and down.”

Amber moved closer to Cassie, sliding her calloused hands over Cassie’s soft skin. Cassie’s faced burned again, and she became distinctly aware of the tingling sensation between her legs again.

“Now let’s see what we’re really working with. Take your shirt off,” Amber demanded.

“I’m sorry?”

“God, is that the only sentence you know? Shut up and take your fucking shirt off. I want to see exactly what we’re working with here.”

Cassie moved her hands to the hem of her crop top and slowly began sliding it up her torso. After a few seconds, Amber grew impatient, and finished taking it off for her, pulling it off in one swift movement.

“Fine. I’ll just do everything myself,” she said in a low, husky tone as she smiled menacingly at Cassie. She reached behind Cassie’s back and felt for the clasp to her bra. Cassie was frozen, gazing up at Amber’s malicious smirk, utterly unable–and uninterested–in doing anything to stop the girl who was towering over her. After a moment, her bra came unclasped and slipped off under the weight of her massive breasts, aided by Amber’s steady hand.

“Wow. I knew you had an impressive set of tits, but that shirt really doesn’t do you justice.” Amber slowly pushed Cassie against the wall of her dorm room as she began kneading Cassie’s breasts, rubbing her nipples with her thumbs. The sensation was almost too much to bear for Cassie, who supressed a moan. Why did she desperately want Amber to bend her over and use her to her heart’s content? Amber flicked the underside of Cassie’s right breast. “They’re perky too. What else are you hiding from us, Cassie dearest?”

“N-nothing,” Cassie gasped.

Ambers hands slid down Cassie’s stomach before resting on the button of Cassie’s denim mini-skirt. “Oh, I don’t think you’re telling the truth, Cassi-dee”

Amber undid the button on Cassie’s skirt before undoing the zipper and sliding the skirt down Cassie’s thick thighs. She had begun to do things agonizingly slowly, enjoying every look of desperation on Cassie’s face as she tormented her in the way she knew best until, at last, only one article of clothing protected Cassie from complete nudity and utter humiliation.

Amber traced her finger along the upper hem of Cassie’s baby pink thong. “Look, you even wrapped it up all nicely for me. I really hope I like my present.”

Amber pushed the thong down Cassie’s legs before returning to her hips. She caressed Cassie’s but and things, running her fingers over every square inch.

“Cassie, I think I made the right choice.”

Amber suddenly grabbed Cassie’s ass, eliciting a moan from the unexpecting girl.

Amber paused.

“Oh my God. Are you liking this?” she asked in disbelief.

“I–” before Cassie could get another word out, Amber slipped her fingers between Cassie’s legs and ran them along her swollen pussy.

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking soaking.”

Amber grabbed Cassie’s waist and shoved her back against the wall before grabbing her chin and forcing it upwards to look at her.

“Are you getting off on this, you dirty fucking lesbian?” Amber released her. “Oh my God have you been horny this whole time?”

Cassie’s face flushed once again. She tried to come up with any words that might save her, but her body was betraying her, growing hotter every moment she was held there. In a feeble attempt, she tried to get words out, but her sex-addled brain betrayed her.

“I-I’m sorry… I can’t help it. You were the one who started touching me.”

“Holy shit. Are you talking back to me?”

“N-no, no!” Cassie lifted her hands to protect herself, inadvertently grazing Amber’s breasts in the process.

“HOLY SHIT! Are you trying to fucking touch me, you perverted fucking worm?” Amber yanked both Cassie’s wrists upward, pinning them above her head. “Let me make this clear to you. You don’t touch me, you don’t talk to me without being spoken to, and you don’t even look at me. Do you understand, worm?”

“Yes, Amber,” Cassie whispered.

“Actually, I don’t even want to hear my name come out of your filthy dyke mouth.” Amber’s voice was dripping with malice, but there was an excitement in her tone. “From now on, you will call me… mistress.”

Amber grabbed Cassie’s chin again with her free hand, but Cassie was obedient and maintained eye contact with the floor.

“Do you understand, worm?” Amber asked slowly.

“Yes.” Cassie nodded despite the resistance from Amber’s hand on her chin.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Amber pulled Cassie’s wrists higher, causing the smaller girl to yelp.

“Yes, mistress, I’m sorry mistress.”

“Since I’m such a generous girl, I’m going to give you one opportunity to redeem yourself,” Amber said. “If you quit the team right now, I will pretend this never happened. You can move on with your boring, pathetic life and no one will be the wiser. But know that if you chose to stay, I will own your ass for the next three years. You will do exactly what I say, when I say it. You will no longer have control over who you talk to, where you go, or what you do. I will decide everything for you, including what you wear, what you look like, and who you associate with. You will have no autonomy and no authority over me, or anyone else on this sole campus. You will be the lowest of the low here, your existence’s sole purpose being my satisfaction. I will make your life a living hell that you will not be able to escape, but…” Amber brushed Cassie’s lips with her thumb before switching to a mocking tone “at weast you’ll be a cheerweader.”

Cassie paused and considered the implications. She knew that if she stayed on the team, she’d be fucked. Amber would not hesitate to ruin every corner of this life she had worked so hard to develop–her scholarships, her 4.0 GPA, her dream job, her nice car, her friends, and any chance she had a getting a loving boyfriend–in fact, Amber would take immense pleasure in finding the things Cassie enjoyed and twisting and contorting them beyond recognition. Cassie would be left with absolutely nothing. But, for some reason, the thought of that made Cassie feel… really good. Oh my god, she wanted Amber to destroy her life. The thought of Amber personally seeing to her own personal destruction made her pussy throb, and her face flushed a deeper and deeper red as she became hotter and hotter. She knew the decision she had to make.

“Yes, mistress.”

“I’m gonna need you to be specific, worm. What exactly are you agreeing to?” Amber removed her right hand from Cassie’s chin and moved it to her waist, positioning her leg between Cassie’s and pulling Cassie onto her knee. Unable to resist and possessed by lust, Cassie began grinding her hips into Amber, her juices soaking into Amber’s leggings.

“Mistress, this humble servant asks that you ruin her life. My entire existence will be dedicated to bringing you satisfaction and you are free to control my life in all ways. Please do with me as you see fit.”

“I am only going to ask this one more time: Are you entirely sure of the terms that you are agreeing to? I will not be gentle with you.” Amber moved her hand onto Cassie’s leg and began kneading her inner-thigh with her thumb. “To be clear, I think you are pathetic and my intention is to destroy and humiliate you in every way conceivably possible. You are trading your life for a position on a D2 college cheer team. Are you still sure, worm?”

Amber moved her thumb over to Cassie’s clit and began massaging it, causing Cassie to cry out in ecstasy. “Yes mistress, please destroy my life as you see fit. I am nothing but your worthless property.”

Amber smirked. “You know, you’re right. You are my property, aren’t you? And I don’t think I’ve fully gotten to explore what is rightfully mine. Don’t you agree, worm?”

“Yes, mistress.”

Amber picked Cassie up and threw her onto her futon. “Then open your legs and show me if you’re actually good for something.”