Chapter 7: Dawn, The Glory Holes

Note: Dawn was given to Missy, Mary's little sister, to be a slave. Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Friday, September 6th, 2013 – Dawn Cooper – Washington High School

"I think that'll do it," Damien said.

I leaned naked against the sinks in the boys cafeteria bathroom. There was a chill in the restroom that made my nipples hard as rocks and my arms pimply with gooseflesh. Damien, my Mistress's boyfriend, was climbing down a step ladder. He had just finished screwing a pair of webcams into the ceiling.

"Ohh, it's working," Missy, my Mistress, cooed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She waved her hand up at the camera while staring down at her smart phone. With an excited squeal, she threw her arms around Damien's neck and gave him a kiss.

They made a cute couple. Damien was tall, gangly, with a handsome face and a very cute butt. Missy had strawberry-blonde hair and was as gangly as her boyfriend, still growing into her mature, female body. Of course, none of us in the bathroom would grow older, we were all bound to Mark, our aging permanently halted by the Zimmah bond. Missy and Damien would look fifteen forever, and I would look seventeen.

"Do I really have to do this, Mistress?" I asked; my stomach roiled like a bubbling pot of stew.

"Yes," she firmly said.

"I'm scared and ... and this is so humiliating," I protested. "It's bad enough that every boy in school will think I'm a slut, but do you have to broadcast it over the internet?"

Missy whirled, and her sapphire eyes fixed on me. I flinched as she strode over and painfully pinched one of my fat nipples. I gasped and fell to my knees, fighting back tears as she twisted the sensitive nub. I hated when she did this. I shifted my thighs, my poor clit aching and my vulva itching to be touched.

"You spent the last few years bullying me!" Missy hissed. "We aren't even close to being even yet."

"Sorry, mistress," I quailed, shrinking beneath her gaze.

I had been terrible to her before Mark and Mary readjusted my outlook on life. I probably was mean to Missy because deep down inside I loved her. I must have been trying to repress that part of me by treating her so meanly. But Mary had realized the truth. She had taught me that deep down inside me I was a dirty slut that just wanted to be Missy's slave.

Missy delighted in owning me and had spent the summer finding new ways to humiliate me—all part of my punishment. I had a tramp stamp that read "Anal Slut" now, and she made me spend an hour in the men's restroom at the South Hill Mall bent over the toilet. I had to beg every man who walked into the stall to fuck my ass.

They didn't use lube and it hurt so badly. I don't understand how I came three times that day; my ass was sore for a week. Another time, I had to stand on a street corner and prostitute myself for an evening. Disgusting bums and crackheads used me for five dollars. There was the memorable night that Missy sent me to a party—I don't know how she learned about it—and thirty guys jerked off on me, covering me from head to foot in cum. Lillian, one of Mark and Mary's sluts, had been so jealous when she learned about the party.

"I made three hundred dollars off that one," Missy had declared a few days later. "I sold your video to a Japanese bukakke site."

And today I was going to service any boy who came into our high school's bathroom. There were three stalls and Damien had drilled a pair of glory holes into the middle stall. Any cock that shoved through either hole, I had to satisfy with my mouth or pussy. For the privilege of using my body, the boys would have to pay twenty dollars to get in.

"Do I at least get a break?" I asked.

"If you need to piss, there's a toilet in there. Just don't stop servicing their cocks," Missy ordered.

"What about lunch?"

Missy laughed, "You're going to drink so much cum, you'll get all the protein you need for the day. Besides, we left a case of bottled water for you in there."

I couldn't think of any other objections. Missy knelt down and stroked my face. "You're going to have so much fun, and you know it."

"No I'm not," I complained.

"You always love it," Missy smiled. "You've loved every mean, degrading thing I've done to you. I can smell your pussy. You're dripping wet, aren't you?"

I nodded, flushing in shame. Why did I get off on being treated so badly?

Missy kissed me and all my stress and fear melted away. I loved this petite girl with all my heart, even if she was only fond of me. I didn't care, I was lucky enough to serve her. She broke the kiss, stroked my face gently, and beamed at me.

"Go in there and make me lots of money."

"Yes, Mistress."

I crawled into the stall. They left a cushion for me to kneel on and a case of bottled water. I sat on the cushion and heard the first period bell ring. My stomach boiled and I shook. I couldn't do this. I wanted to bolt, to run away, but that would make Missy unhappy. I couldn't make her unhappy with me. I was her slave. I had to obey.

The door opened; sneakers squeaked as they crossed the linoleum. My first customer. One of the bodyguards was out front, collecting the money. Once again, I was whoring myself out, and this time the entire world could be watching. Missy was streaming this to one of those webcam sites where people could log in and pay to see my humiliation. They were probably hundreds of perverted guys jerking their cocks right now.

The stall to my right opened. My heart beat faster. Jeans rustled and a zipper rasped. There was a nervous cough and a muttered voice, then a skinny, white cock stuck through the four inch diameter hole wrapped in duct tape. The dick waved in the air, half-hard, and I could only stare at it, frozen in fear.

I couldn't do this.

"You gonna suck my cock or what," a petulant voice asked. "I paid good money for this! This better not be a prank. I'll kick Damien's ass."

My hand reached out and grasped his cock. The dick throbbed in my hand, expanding as my hand stroked slowly up and down the shaft.

"Shit," the guy muttered.

I was mesmerized by his cock, the head dark red, a drop of precum forming at the slit at the tip. I licked my lips, moved closer and closer to the cock, and then I swallowed it. The guy moaned in disbelief as I sucked hard.

"Fuck!" His cum erupted into my mouth, thick and salty. Then he pulled away, fastened up his pants, and fled the bathroom.

"That wasn't so bad," I muttered. I licked my lips, looking up at the webcam. Feeling bold, I winked for the crowds jerking off to me.

The bathroom door banged open. "I hear there's a slut that loves to suck cock in here!" a voice full of male bravado declared.

I knew what to say. "Stick your cock through the hole and I'll drain your balls dry." I was surprised to hear how calm and sultry I sounded. I guess I knew Missy would be mad if I sounded scarred.

The stall opened and a small cock shoved through. I sucked it into my mouth. I didn't have to unhinge my jaw to swallow it, which was always nice. He tasted of baby powder, and I had to work extra hard to keep my mouth lubed with spit.

"You dirty slut!" he groaned. "I'm in the cafeteria bathroom right now! Twenty bucks and some chick'll blow you." He laughed. "Just posted that to vine, yo, and tweeted it out."

Even more people were going to know about my humiliation. My cheeks burned and my pussy ached to be touched. A single trickle of my pussy juices tickled down my thigh. The cock suddenly erupted in my mouth, blast of thin, watery cum filled my mouth. He tasted sweeter than the last boy, and I swirled it around my mouth. I swallowed it all, squeezing my thighs together. My pussy was on fire.

"You are one dirty slut," the guy laughed. "Peace."

The stall door opened again.

"You're gonna love it man," the guy I just blew said. "She'll suck your nuts dry!"

The new boy didn't answer. I bet he was shy. I pictured a nerdy boy, his glasses slipping down his face. A virgin who only had his own hand to pleasure his dick. I would be the first girl to ever touch his cock. He'd probably shoot the moment my lips touched his little dick.

I blinked in surprise at the monster that was shoved his dick through the hole. He must be nine or ten inches when he was hard. Whoever this guy was, he must the envy of every boy in school. I knew a few girls that would kill to feel this cock stretching out their pussies. If he was a shy virgin, I hoped I would give him some confidence so he would go out there and get some cunt.

"What a big one you got," I purred. "Umm, I love 'em big."

He didn't answer. I licked up his cock, a strong, musky flavor coated my tongue, then lapped at the tip while my hand fisted life into his cock. He ballooned up—definitely ten inches. I couldn't even fit half of him in my mouth before he brushed the back of my throat.

"Oh, shit!" he suddenly exclaimed. "Fuck, that's amazing!"

I sucked hard, humming to add that extra sensation to his cock. I was in such awe of his thick cock, I wanted to give him the best blowjob I could. I wanted to worship this monster. As I sucked, swirling my tongue around the tip, I wondered what this monster would feel like in my pussy.