Inevitably, Jessica had trouble getting to sleep.
She had heard Nick and his friends leave, but for many minutes she could do nothing but sit dazed on the floor, their fresh cum still smeared across her face. Finally, she felt her body tip to the side as if purely by force of gravity, and she collapsed into the carpet. Tears began to flow beneath her blindfold, and for several minutes, she allowed herself to sob, curled up in a fetal position on the hotel floor.
Eventually, though, she rose. Pinching the blindfold between thumb and forefinger, as if worried she might accidentally touch one of the globs of semen that dotted her face, she pulled it over her head and hurled it almost fearfully to the ground. Making sure no one was lurking under the bed or staring through the windows or waiting to burst in through the door, she stumbled into the bathroom.
She grabbed a hand towel off the rack and, after running it momentarily under the faucet, began to desperately wipe the revolting white goo off her face. After numerous forceful passes with the damp towel, she wadded it up with disgust and let it drop to the floor. Then, after several deep breaths, she began to peel off the horrors of the day.
First, she took off her damaged blouse, which due to its missing button exposed her cleavage to a scandalous degree even when she wasn’t being forced to take it off completely in order to show her breasts to strangers. Then, she peeled away her jeans and finally her greasy panties. She inspected her bottom in the bathroom mirror. It was still pink from the numerous spankings she had been subjected to that day and still slick from the Vaseline that the man at the VFW had rubbed all over it.
She considered taking a shower, but instead, suddenly exhausted, she merely pulled on a clean pair of panties and a long t-shirt that came down to mid-thigh. Checking to make sure the door was still locked, she climbed into bed.
Once under the covers, though, she found herself tormented by her predicament: humiliation about what had already transpired and fear about what the morning would bring.
Haunting scenes kept playing themselves over and over in Jessica’s mind, keeping her wide awake: The men at the truck stop rubbing their hands all over her bare breasts. Being bent over Nick’s knee on that park bench, having her jeans and panties pulled down in front of everyone. Kneeling down topless and licking that beer bottle while that fat slob held it against his crotch. Being forced to strip practically naked and kneel down on all fours on the VFW pool table. The wooden paddle pounding her bare ass over and over while a roomful of men cheered. The sickly feeling of Koons’ greasy hand sliding between her butt cheeks and brushing against her asshole.
She imagined she could still feel her anus tingling from the violation, and she burst into fresh tears at the thought.
What would they force her to do next? How far would they go? Half-formed plans of escape would periodically rise to the surface of her insomniac mind before giving way one after the other to despair and new fits of sobbing.
Jessica tossed and turned in this state for many hours before, somehow, physical and emotional exhaustion overcame the frantic cacophony of her thoughts, and she fell asleep.
“Wakey wakey, Jess.”
Jessica let out a gentle “mmmm,” drifting gently into wakefulness, drowsily thinking herself back in her own bed at home.
This blissful ignorance was brought to an abrupt and cruel end with the first sight her sleep-crusted eyes encountered: Nick’s face was suspended not three inches from her own. Jessica let out a scream and nearly fell off the bed. Nick simply laughed.
“Just a little joke, Jess. Don’t take it the wrong way.”
He inched towards her and put his hand on her thigh. She shivered in revulsion. How long had he been sitting there, watching her sleep? How long had she lay there, unconscious, while her tormentor silently gazed at her helpless body?
“Time to get up. The sun’s almost up, and I want you to get a shower in before we start the morning’s shoot. I left a couple things on the dresser for you. I convinced Shannon to let you borrow some of her makeup, so make sure you get your face done up nice and pretty. And don’t forget to blow dry your hair. We want to get some glamour shots.”
She nodded silently. Yesterday, the thought of having to pose for “glamour shots” would have filled the shy girl with anxiety. After all that had happened, though, this seemed like an innocuous way to spend the morning.
“Shannon’s also going to lend you a dress, since we didn’t think you had anything appropriate. It’s there next to the makeup.”
Jessica glanced at the dresser. A ribbon of black material spilled over the lip. Even from where she sat, Jessica could see that the outfit Shannon had picked for her was a slutty little number. What’s more, she failed to see how she was going to fit into a dress made for a girl of Shannon’s measurements. Anything fitted for Shannon’s thin, heroin-chic figure would have difficulty accommodating Jessica’s voluptuous curves.
“So get yourself cleaned up, get your face on or whatever, and come join us by the pool,” Nick said.
He turned to go. Jessica started to breathe again.
“Oh, I almost forgot. See that bag next to the makeup kit? We picked you up a razor and some shaving lotion. I want you to shave.”
Jessica’s heart skipped a beat, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“And I mean everything, Jess. Pits, legs . . . that cute blonde bush. Completely hairless. From the neck down. Remember: what’s our key word for this weekend?”
There was a terrible pause before she managed to croak out: “O… Obedience.”
“Good. Now, you’ve got 30 minutes to be at the pool. Or there will be consequences.”
She was left alone once again. She wanted to get up and lock the door, but she’d learned this morning that it was useless. If Nick or any of his cronies wanted to stroll in and peer at her while she was showering, there was nothing she could do to stop them.
Her eyes settled on bag with the razor and lotion. What was she going to do? Shaving her legs and her armpits was one thing, but the thought of taking a razor to her sensitive pubic region made Jessica’s mind reel. She wasn’t even entirely sure how to go about it. Trembling, she walked over to the dresser and peered inside the brown paper bag that Nick had indicated: a can of shaving cream and several pink, women’s Gilletes.
Was she really going to shave her pussy bare like a porn star? Let Nick and his friends take pictures of her naked, hairless crotch? What would people say if those pictures got out? What would her mother say? But Jessica didn’t know what else to do. The blackmail material that Nick had already collected was staggering: photos of her dancing topless at the VFW, videos of her submitting to a public bare bottom spanking. She picked up a razor. What choice did she have?
She gritted her teeth and stepped into the bathroom. After turning on the hot water, pulling her t-shirt over her head and pulling her panties down under her feet, she stood in front of the mirror to inspect the dark blonde colored bush that covered her crotch. It was not very thick, or very long, but it was still going to present a technical hurdle to remove, to say nothing of the emotional hurdle of being forced to style her genitals for the viewing pleasure of these frat boys and their cameras.
Jessica finished up her legs before even considering moving farther north. When she did, she took a handful of the shaving cream and lathered it over her privates.
Several times, Jessica had experimented with pleasuring herself in the shower, a fact of which she was deathly ashamed, and the process of caressing her nether regions with this moist goo brought back these same feelings of guilt and shame. Of course, such sensations were only exacerbated by the knowledge that she would soon undoubtedly be forced to expose her newly-bare womanhood to the leering gazes of her captors.
Her hands were trembling, and she had trouble holding the razor, but Jessica somehow managed to press the blade against her pubic mound, just above the top of her slit, and drag it upward, painfully yanking clumps of hair out in the process. Still shaking, she repeated this procedure many times, shaving closer and closer to the skin and taking her strokes closer and closer to the sensitive folds of her vagina.
Despite her reluctance, Jessica’s work ethic asserted itself. It was a thorough job. When she was finished, she ran her palm across the bare surface of her vagina, distracted for a brief moment by the foreign sensation of hairlessness.
Jessica took one step out of the steamy bathroom and stopped dead.
All three guys were lounging around the hotel room, staring at her. Shannon was nowhere to be seen. Nick, who was seated at the desk, rose to confront her, arms crossed.
“I said 30 minutes, Jess. It’s been nearly an hour. That’s not good.”
Terror shot down Jessica’s spine like an electric shock. Dylan shot her an evil smile.
“I- I- I’m sorry,” she tried to explain, wrapping her towel more tightly around her body.
“She was probably playing with herself in the shower,” muttered Dylan, his eyes roving across her naked, still-damp shoulders. Jessica flushed.
“Is that true, Jessica?” asked Nick. “Did you keep us waiting just so you could fiddle yourself a little bit?”
Her heart had sunk into her stomach. “Please . . . it t- takes time . . . shaving,” she began to stammer.
“Ah, that’s right. You had a little hair removal project to attend to. Let’s see how that turned out. Put your hands on your head.”
Jessica opened her mouth to speak, but no sounds came out. Alone in this small room with these three boys, this towel the only thing keeping her from standing before them in total nakedness, she had never felt so vulnerable. If Nick stripped her of this towel, what would they do to her next?
No choice, she told herself, no choice. Shakily, Jessica relaxed her grip on her towel and slowly placed her hands on top of her head, all the while looking at Nick with her big, watery eyes, silently begging him not to strip her.
Nick walked over to her. He paced in a slow circle around her while Jessica flinched. Then, he reached under her lofted arms and gently loosened her towel. As it unraveled and fell to the floor, Jessica let out a sob, but kept her position. There she stood before them in abject nudity, her hands folded subserviently on the top of her head. Her large breasts rose and fell with her panicked intakes of breath.
Nick knelt down and put his face level with her pussy. Jessica’s plump labia kept the darker pink folds of her vagina almost entirely hidden, giving her exposed vulva the appearance of a pudgy child’s knuckle.
“Say, this isn’t a half bad job, Jess. You must have done this before.”
The boys all snickered. Then, to Jessica’s horror, Nick reached out his hand and began to feel the smooth skin of her hairless crotch.
“Spread your legs apart,” he ordered.
As Jessica complied, he began to stroke her inner thighs while the other boys sat silently, shifting in their seats.
“Now, I want you to make sure not to move, Jess. Ok?”
Nick’s tongue snaked out of his mouth, and the tip brushed lightly against her clit. She shivered uncontrollably.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Nick rose to his feet. Matt checked to see who it was.
“It’s the hotel guy,” he called back.
“Let him in.”
“Oh god. Please, no… Please…” Jessica begged.
But it was too late. The door had already swung open, and the gangly old clerk stood there stunned, staring at beautiful naked figure in front of him.
“Uh… Someone rang. Did you guys… uh… need…?” He couldn’t even finish his sentence. He could do nothing but gawk at the 18-year-old co-ed standing completely nude with her hands above her head, her skin still glistening from the shower.
“I’m glad you stopped by, Mr. O’Reilly. See, Jessica here’s been having some trouble with punctuality, and I was hoping you could help us teach her a little discipline.”
“Well now… huh huh huh…” panted Mr. O’Reilly.
“Step on in, Mr. O. Close the door if you wouldn’t mind. Now, just as a reminder, how is it that you usually get punished, Jessica?”
It seemed that all the blood in her body rushed to her face. “A spanking,” she whispered.
“That’s right, Jess. So if you do exactly what you’re told and cooperate, you’ll get another couple of slaps to that pretty little peach of yours. No big deal. Hell, you’re used to it. If you make it tough, though, things may get a lot uglier.
Jessica gulped, trying to swallow her fear and humiliation. This couldn’t be happening. Having Nick give her a spanking was almost too much to bear. Now, she was supposed to let some crusty old hotel worker give her a “punishment”? Let him hit her on her naked bottom?
“Mr. O’Reilly, why don’t you have a seat on the edge of the bed right there?” Nick said. “Jessica, lay down across his lap.”
Jessica looked down at her naked body. She was paralyzed by the thought of lying down in this condition across this stranger’s lap. But once again she could think of no way out. She looked up into the firm, commanding look in Nick’s eyes. If she had kept better track of time, could she have avoided this nightmare? If she showed that she was being cooperative, maybe Nick would keep things under control. These desperate thoughts racing through her mind, she somehow managed to walk over to the bed.
“Good job, Jessica. Now just lean all the way over his lap.”
Jessica complied. She rested her body across the hotel manager’s lap and inched forward. Her feet dangled off the bed, but could not quite touch the floor. Her torso lay across the covers, and her ass was lifted into the air, the highest point on her body, on top of this man’s lap. Tears began to roll down her cheeks.
“Now, Mr. O’Reilly’s being very good to help you out here, Jessica. So I want you to thank him.”
“Th- thank you,” Jessica choked out between sobs.
“Oh, it’s … huh… it’s my pleasure, sweetheart…. Huh… god damn you’ve got a nice ass.”
“Let ‘er rip, Mr. O.” Nick instructed.
O’Reilly brought his hand back and gave Jessica’s left cheek a nice, resounding SLAP! Jessica lurched forward in shock.
“Now, come on. You can do better than that,” Nick urged.
This time, O’Reilly brought his palm down much harder, twice in a row, right in the center of Jessica’s bottom. SMACK! SMACK!
Jessica let out a cry, and her hand instinctively reached back to protect herself. O’Reilly was having none of this, however. He grabbed Jessica’s wrist and pinned it to her back. He then commenced to let forth a volley of spanks. SLAP! SMACK! SLAP!
Jessica’s legs kicked up into the air. SLAP! SMACK! SMACK! SLAP! Her crying became quite vocal with the violence of the assault, but even through the loud percussion coming from her ass and her own wailing, she heard the faint electronic noises of the cameras and looked up to see, once again, that her humiliating ordeal was being recorded for posterity.
SMACK! SLAP! SMACK! SMACK! The relentlessness of this over-the-knee hand spanking was beginning to cause more physical pain than even the paddle had inflicted. Even worse than the pain, though, was the sickening sensation from underneath that Jessica was becoming more and more conscious of: she could feel the bulge of the old man’s raging erection bumping up and down against her naked crotch.
“Please,” Jessica pleaded, “please, please, stop.”
“That’s probably enough for now, Mr. O”
SLAP! SMACK! SMACK! O’Reilly gave her a last couple of good hard slaps and then stopped.
“Good. Now, there’s one last thing. Stand up, Jess.”
O’Reilly release her wrist, and she did as she was told. Her bottom was bright red.
“Now I want you to sit in his lap, like he was Santa Claus.”
Jessica gulped back another sob. What was she going to have to do now? The thought of sitting nude on this man’s lap, having to feel his erection against her naked ass repulsed her. No choice, she told herself bitterly, no choice. Stealing a quick glance at Matt and his camcorder, she gingerly lowered herself down, the pain from her bottom making it difficult.
“Now, as a little thank you to Mr. O’Reilly for your lesson, I think you should give him one of your famous lap dances.”
Jessica stared at him, uncomprehendingly.
“Wh- what? I don’t . . . I don’t know how.”
“Bullshit! You’re going to grind your ass against his cock! You want me to draw you a blueprint, you dumb little whore?”
Nick’s sudden fury frightened her speechless. Still, she didn’t move.
“You just gonna sit there? This bashful virgin routine is getting pretty fucking tedious. Maybe it’s time to start uploading some pictures so everyone can see what you’ve been up to this weekend.”
Trembling all over, Jessica began to rock back and forth on O’Reilly’s lap. The old man groaned and leaned back slightly. She could feel his cock rubbing against her through his pants.
Suddenly, O’Reilly grew much more confident. He leaned forward and grabbed Jessica around her naked torso, hugging her to him. She yelped in surprise and tried to pull away, but his grip was stronger than it looked.
One arm was wrapped around her stomach and his hand clutched her right hip. With the other hand he reached around and began fondling her left breast. She could hear him panting in her ear as he forcibly mashed her body into his.
They were now bouncing up and down on the bed, his crotch humping her ass and his hand squeezing her breast tightly. She squirmed, trying to get away, but this only made their dance more erotic.
She looked up at Nick, begging him to intervene, but he was busy directing his cameramen.
Finally, after several violent thrusts, O’Reilly stopped, and Jessica realized with growing nausea what must have happened. He allowed her to roll off his lap, and she lay face down on the bed sobbing into her hands.
Clearly embarrassed, O’Reilly stumbled over to Nick and they exchanged a few words. Some panted remarks of gratitude were all that Jessica could make out, but suddenly Nick laughed and said, “sure, sure.”
“Don’t move a muscle, Jess,” Nick warned as she felt the hotel man walk up behind her.
“Thanks for that, honey. I’ll settle up with your boss later, but here’s a little tip for you,” O’Reilly told her.
He reached into his wallet, pulled out a twenty dollar bill, and stuffed it in between Jessica’s ass cheeks. She let out a groan of shame.
“You’re one of the best damn hookers I’ve ever seen.” And with that, he walked carefully out of the room, no doubt to find a change of pants.
“You can keep that, Jessica,” Nick laughed. “Now get into that black dress, put on some makeup and meet us out by the pool.”
All three guys filed out, leaving Jessica alone, face down on the bed with a twenty dollar bill protruding from her ass, like the cheapest of tramps.