Bet - Copied

[hirarandi]

Taylor didn't think about what the water would do to her painted tits, she just wanted to get away. By the time she stopped running and looked down, the paint that was covering her tits was almost gone. It now covered her stomach and was staining her sweats. Again, her day just got worse. 

Taylor walked into the library. She went in a side door instead of the front. She looked down at her tits and groaned. The paint was mostly gone, but the "SLUT" was still there and hadn't faded a bit. At that moment she felt like a slut, walking around campus with her tits exposed and taking pictures of it. Taylor slipped up to the second, and then the third floor. She wanted to go where there were fewer people and find someone using one of the study rooms to take the picture. 

For once, today she found a lone girl studying at a table on the third floor. She walked up to her and quietly asked. "Please, I'm completing a dare and I need someone to take my picture to prove I'm here. Would you mind?" She asked. Taylor was no longer the high and mighty Taylor she was yesterday. Today had eliminated her attitude and replaced it with a humbler Taylor that was dependent on someone else's help and she knew it. 

The girl looked up from her books and giggled. "You must have really pissed someone off. I saw you outside the student center earlier. I don't know what you did, but you're in trouble if you're here now and dressed like that." 

Taylor nodded and dropped her head. "Please, I'll do what you want but please take the picture." She asked 

"Okay I'll do it, but first, do you remember me?" The girl asked. 

"No, I don't. Should I?" Taylor answered. 

"I doubt you would remember, but my first few days here, I ran into you at the food court in the student center. I accidently bumped into you as I carried my tray to a table. You must have been having a bad day because you belittled me in front of everyone." She said 

Taylor groaned. She had no idea who the girl was and didn't remember the encounter at all. But she knew she regularly did exactly that, just because she could. "I'm sorry I was a jerk. Please forgive me?" 

"Well the shoe's on the other foot now, except I can't embarrass you in front of anyone here. Although, I did like watching you squirm when cuffed to the flagpole. You don't know how many people I heard say that they really enjoyed your display this morning. I think there are a lot of people that want a piece of your fat ass." The girl continued. 

Taylor wanted to scream at her and put her in her place, but at this moment, she had to stand there and take it. 

"So you want me to take a picture of you flashing your tits in the library. Is that right?" 

"Yes please, I'm sorry for what I did." Taylor answered 

"Well, I want my pound of flesh. If I can't humiliate you in public, then at least I can take a picture that you have to show to whoever is forcing you to do this. Now strip everything off. I want you naked." The girl demanded. 

Taylor stood looking at the meek young woman who, only yesterday, wouldn't have had the courage to even speak to her, let alone demand she strip in a public place. Taylor's anger filled her and she clenched her fists. She glared at the girl, but after a moment or two, slipped the sweatshirt off her shoulder and dropped it to the floor. 

"The sweats too, hand everything to me." The girl spat as her confidence grew when Taylor stripped. Seconds later, Taylor was naked and the girl had possession of her clothes. "Okay, follow me and give me your phone." She ordered and headed towards the open area with lots of tables. Taylor handed her the cell phone and followed the girl with her head down, staring at the floor. 

"Now on the table, legs spread and a big smile." The girl said with an evil grin. 

Taylor wanted to run away, but now that the girl had her clothes and phone, she had no choice but to obey. Taylor climbed up on the table, leaned back, and spread her legs. The pose was absolutely obscene as her paint streaked body was completely displayed. What made it worse was how much she was aroused. Her pussy was gushing and her nipples were hard as rocks. 

"Oh, someone loves this! You're dripping on the table." The girl gloated. "You're getting off on this." She continued. 

Taylor could have died on the spot. She was blushing down to her belly button, though no one could really tell because of all the paint coating her body. A second later, she heard the click of the camera followed by another click. The girl had pulled her own camera out and was taking picture with it. 

"Stop, that's enough! We're done. I want my clothes back." Taylor tried to take back control. 

"Oh, no we're not. If you move off the table, I'm deleting the pictures and taking your clothes with me. Now lay back and do as I say." 

Taylor stopped in her tracks and waited to be told what to do. 

"Good girl, now lie down on your back and spread your lips. I want to document how much you're enjoying performing." The girl snarled. 

Taylor started to pant, she was having trouble breathing. The entire day was humiliation after humiliation heaped one on top of the other. And now she was helpless to a fucking nobody and displaying herself like a slut. It took a second or two before her hands started to move down her body to her now soaked pussy. She groaned as her fingers pulled her lips open, exposing herself like never before. She watched as the girl took picture after picture with both phones pointing at Taylor. 

"This is soooo perfect! Your body is a mess and the "slut" written on your chest almost glows. And your dripping pussy leaking all over the table just completes the picture. Now, tell me what is on your chest?" The girl demanded. 

"Slut," Taylor answered in a voice barely over a whisper. 

"Louder," She demanded. 

"SLUT" Taylor said louder. 

"What are you?" The girl asked. 

"I'm a slut." Taylor answered her voice shaking. 

"I don't believe you, play with yourself." The girl was on a roll now. 

Taylor didn't have any resistance left. The day had drained her, so she slipped two fingers into her slick pussy. As soon as they entered, she moaned in spite of her best efforts to keep quiet. 

"Good girl, I knew you were a slut. Faster," was the next command! 

Taylor's fingers now had a mind of their own as she fucked herself on the table in the library in front of the girl who was still taking picture after picture. 

It wasn't but a minute or so before it was obvious that Taylor was on the brink of an orgasm. 

"FASTER SLUT, AND TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE!" The girl screamed. 

"I'M A SLUT!" Taylor screamed as her body exploded and her pussy gushed all over the table between her legs. 

Taylor was spent, her body exhausted. The day and everything that happened had drained her completely. She collapsed to the table, her body trembling from the orgasm still coursing through her. She didn't even realize the girl was gone until she opened her eyes and saw her clothes and phone on the table beside her. She rolled over and grabbed the phone. When she opened up her pictures she gasped. The girl hadn't taken stills, but a video of the entire thing. What was worse, there wasn't a still picture. Taylor would have to keep the video to prove she was at the library. 

Finally, she grabbed her clothes and put them on, leaving the sweatshirt open. Slowly she slipped down the back stairs and out of the library. She still had more to do to complete her task.