Kelly’s Bad Luck: The Washroom

Kelly had to pee- it was an emergency.  The bell had already rung for class, but her tutoring session had run late and now she was scrambling.  She knew her bladder would burst if she went to class without finding a washroom, so she crossed her fingers that her physics teacher would forgive her for being a few minutes late.  She had an A+ in his class, so he likely would.

If she hadn’t been in such a rush she might’ve noticed that she was walking into a washroom that she had staunchly avoided for the two months she had been at her new school.  

If she hadn’t been in such a rush, she would still have her panties.

Kelly realized her mistake seconds after she entered the washroom.  She was hit with the scent of too many perfumes and hair products, and the sight of the school bully Heather Grimm surrounded by her (goons) friends.  The girls were all primping in the mirror, oblivious to Kelly’s entrance until a squeak of terror escaped her lips.

“Who do we have here?” Heather cooed, turning her attention (and that of her posse) to Kelly’s meek presence in the doorway.  Kelly had never been this close to Heather before; she had seen her across the cafeteria of course, her shock of long, curly red hair impossible to miss.  Kelly had learned of Heather’s infamously rancid reputation on her first day at her new school- Heather’s dad was the school’s major donor, so she was allowed to do whatever she pleased.  Even Kelly’s teachers had told her to keep her distance.  She had succeeded in that endeavour, until today.

“I don’t want any trouble, I just need to use the washroom- please,” Kelly said quietly, not daring to make eye contact.  She crossed her legs in desperation, her bladder threatening to empty- from panic or need, Kelly wasn’t sure.  

“Oh, so polite,” Heather mocked, her high heels clicking on the bathroom floor as she walked over to Kelly.  She towered over Kelly’s short frame, Heather’s generous curves a stark contrast to Kelly’s skinny, angular body.  Heather was a force of confidence and sex appeal; full painted lips, shiny red hair, and tight fitting clothes made her look more model than student. Kelly’s flat brown hair and wrinkled school uniform made her feel even smaller.  

“Please, I really have to pee,” Kelly pleaded.  To her surprise, Heather moved aside to let her pass.  Kelly rushed over to the stalls, her bladder seconds from emptying.  To her horror, she realized that each of the three stalls was being blocked by one of Heather’s friends.  They were all beautiful- well-manicured like their leader with expressions just as cold.  Kelly moaned in desperation.

“You can pee, new girl,” Heather said with a smirk, “once you pay the price of admission.  It’s different, depending on the stall you choose.  Do you want one, two, or three?” she asked sweetly.

Kelly looked at each of the girls blocking the stalls- none of them looked any less mean than the others.  Kelly couldn’t afford to waste time thinking, or she was going to pee right there.  “Three,” she blurted, crossing her legs again against the pressure of her bladder.

“Mmm, good choice,” Heather said, her friends laughing.  “Give me your panties, and you can use the stall,” Heather said, holding her hand out.

Kelly was mortified.  “Two, I meant two,” she stammered.

“No you didn’t,” Heather replied, getting close enough to Kelly that she could smell her floral perfume.  “Now give me your panties before you soak them in pee, new girl.”

Kelly looked at the other girls, their vicious smiles showing her no mercy.  Kelly’s bladder threatened to empty as she made her decision.  With her face flushed in shame, she slowly pulled her white cotton panties down and stepped out of them.  She caught sight of the little blue bow on them as she balled them up and thrust them toward Heather.

Heather nodded at the girl blocking the third stall, and she moved out of the way to clear Kelly’s path. Kelly bolted into the stall, hastily closing the door behind her, but the girl’s foot was planted in the way.

“Oh, no, new girl, no one said anything about privacy,” Heather said, twirling Kelly’s panties on her finger as she came to watch.  “Alex, get your phone- I think we should make a video,” Heather said to her friend.  A phone appeared in her hand, and pointed at Kelly.

“Please don’t,” Kelly begged.  She felt a dribble of pee leave her pussy and clenched.  “Please, you can watch, just don’t film me,” she offered as a final plea.

“She’s going to pee on the floor, make sure you get it,” Heather said conversationally to her friends, no longer listening to Kelly.

Kelly knew that she had been beaten, and that Heather was right- as she felt a dribble of pee down her leg, she knew she was about to pee on the floor.  With a sign of resignation, she lifted her skirt, showing her bare pussy to the camera before sitting on the toilet.

Kelly almost cried in relief as her bladder released.  

“Pull your skirt up and spread your legs, new girl- show the camera that pretty little cunt,” Heather commanded.  

Kelly was so lost in relief that she did as she was told, lifting her skirt and spreading her legs as her stream continued.  A few beats later she realized what she was doing and abruptly closed her legs, her face colouring with shame.

“Do it again or we show this video to the whole school,” Heather said, her voice lined with poison.  

Kelly knew that she had no choice.  She lifted her skirt, spreading her legs for the camera.  Heather’s friend came into the stall, moving the phone close to Kelly’s pussy to capture the last of her stream hitting the toilet.  Kelly bit back tears as she finished.

She remained on the toilet as Heather’s friend kept filming her pussy up close, catching each final drip of pee off of her lips.  

“Spread yourself, Kelly,” Heather commanded.  

Kelly hesitated.

“Spread your pussy lips for the camera, new girl, or one of us will do it for you,” Heather snapped.  

The threat in her voice scared Kelly enough to obey; she slowly reached down and gently parted her lips, putting her clit and hole on full display for the camera and her audience.  She felt humiliated and exposed, but knew that there was nothing she could do.  Her only hope was to get out of the washroom without being hurt, and keep the bully and her friends happy so that they didn’t share the video.

“Mmm, so much pee- you really had to go,” Heather teased.  “Now your little cunt is all dirty.  We should really help clean her up, girls,” Heather said to the onlookers.  One by one they entered the stall, smiled at the camera, then knelt down to look at Kelly’s exposed pussy.  Each girl spit on her pussy as she held it open for them.  Kelly could feel the spit dripping down her clit to her hole, just as she could feel the final drips of pee running out of her moments before.  

Heather was the last to spit on her, taking her time to run her finger up and down Kelly’s most private parts, mixing all of the girls’ spit together on her pussy. An involuntary shiver tore through Kelly’s body as Heather stroked her clit.

“Oh, I think she likes that,” Heather said, applying more pressure to Kelly’s clit and moving her fingers back and forth over the sensitive button.  

Kelly clamped her legs shut.  “No, Heather, please stop,” she pleaded.  

Heather snapped her fingers and two of her friends entered the stall.  They each roughly grabbed one of Kelly’s legs, holding them open for Heather.  “Shut up, new girl, you know you like it.  You don’t leave here until we’re done with you, now smile for the camera,” she said menacingly.  

Heather started stroking Kelly’s clit faster, the girls holding Kelly’s legs open spitting on it a few more times.  Kelly started to moan against her will, the needs of her body surpassing the shame in her mind.

“See, I told you you like it.  What a slut, getting your clit rubbed on the toilet,” Heather mocked.  “She’s getting so wet…look at that glistening hole,” she remarked as the girl with the camera leaned in to get a close up of Kelly’s vulnerable pussy.

“I need something to put it in…what do we have,” Heather mused to herself.  One of her friends handed her a hairbrush.  “Mmm, perfect- this will do just fine.  Have you ever been fucked with a hairbrush, new girl?” Heather asked.

“N…no, I’ve…I’ve never…been…fucked,” Kelly bit out, squirming against Heather’s touch as her legs remained restrained.  

“A virgin?! Oh, what a fun surprise,” Heather said with a smile.  “I am delighted to be your first, new girl,” she said cruelly.  With that, she wet the handle of the hairbrush in the girls’ spot on Kelly’s pussy, then thrust it into Kelly’s virgin hole.

Kelly cried out in pain, but was soon confused with pleasure as Heather continued to rub her aching clit.  The hairbrush hurt her pussy, but the pressure on her clit neared her closer to orgasm.  

“Please, stop- I’ll do anything, please…” Kelly begged her captors.  She struggled against her restrained legs, but to no avail.

“Cum, and we will let you go.  That’s right, virgin new girl, cum for the camera and it will all be over,” Heather promised.

Kelly looked into her captors’ eyes and saw nothing but malice and arousal.  She was vaguely aware of the girls spitting on her pussy again, giving Heather extra lube for the hairbrush.  She could feel her orgasm building in spite of her circumstances, and knew that she was going to lose control.  Heather stroked her clit and thrust the hairbrush inside her, quickening the pace of both as Kelly started to moan louder.

Her moans were suddenly muffled as Heather shoved her confiscated panties into her mouth.  “Quiet, new girl, or the whole school’s going to know what a whore you are,” Heather threatened.  Kelly bit down on her own panties as she fell over the edge.

Her body quaked as the girls held her down, Heather’s relentless hands stimulating her until the orgasm had entirely ripped her apart.  The girls held her legs open while Heather parted her lips, giving the camera a close up of her quivering clit and the hairbrush still inside her.  

Heather pulled the hairbrush out, showing the camera that it was soaked in Kelly’s juices and the girls’ spit.  “Open your mouth, new girl,” she ordered.  Kelly obeyed, still panting from her orgasm.  Heather took Kelly’s panties out of her mouth and replaced them with the cum-soaked hairbrush, commanding her to lick it clean.

“Look at the camera while you eat your own cum, new girl,” Heather jeered.  Kelly obeyed yet again- she was too scattered from her orgasm to do anything else.  Heather moved the hairbrush in and out of Kelly’s mouth as she had her pussy moments before, instructing Kelly to use her tongue to get all of the cum off the brush.  She dipped the brush back into Kelly’s pussy a few times to prevent progress.

Finally, the girls released Kelly’s legs and Heather gave the hairbrush back to one of them.  

“Say thank you to everyone for helping you cum ,” she said with a smirk.

“Th…thank you everyone,” Kelly mumbled.  

Heather put a finger under Kelly’s chin, raising her face to look her in the eye.  “What do you say, new girl?”

“Thank you, Heather,” Kelly said, holding back tears.  

“You’re welcome.  Now wipe yourself,” she commanded, “you’re covered in spit and pee and cum.”.

Kelly reached for the toilet paper, willing the whole ordeal to be over.  

“No, wipe with these,” Heather said, flinging her panties at her.  Kelly balled them up and wiped as she was told, being filmed the entire time.  When she was finished, she obediently handed them back to Heather.  

“Good girl,” Heather said, “I think we will auction these off to the boys- they’ll be desperate for them when they find out they belong to the innocent new girl,” she mocked.

Kelly stood up from the toilet, desperate for her humiliation to be over.  She couldn’t think about what Heather would do with her panties- she just had to get out of the washroom.  Kelly fled out the door, without her panties, and ran down the hall toward her class.

Her teacher didn’t remark on her tardiness, for which Kelly was grateful.  She sat carefully behind her desk, ensuring her skirt was pulled tightly around her.  She barely listened to the physics lecture, her mind still reeling from the ordeal in the washroom.  She was beyond humiliated, and felt like everyone could see her secret shame.

She looked around the classroom, half of her peers sneaking looks on their phones instead of listening to their teacher, but no one seemed to be paying her any attention.  Kelly felt sick knowing that with just the push of a few buttons the video of her humiliation could be shared with everyone.  

Class finally ended and she fled to her locker, eager to be lost in the confusion of the crowd as the day ended.  She felt cool air between her legs with every step, paranoid that everyone could tell she wasn’t wearing panties.  Kelly longed to be home safe in her bed, where she could cry about the loss of her purity and innocence in private.  She hastily threw her books into her backpack before turning to leave.  

She ran straight into one of the boys from the year above her.  “Sorry,” Kelly mumbled, trying to step around him.  To her shock, his hand moved under her skirt, briefly cupping her bare pussy.  She felt his finger slip into her folds before he brought it to his mouth.  

“Just wanted to verify that Heather was telling the truth before I buy your panties,” he said quietly so that only Kelly could hear.  “I am going to think about how good you taste while I wrap them around my cock tonight.”

Without another word he turned and walked down the hall, leaving Kelly alone in the bustling hallway to cower in her shame.