DON’T MESS WITH A HARDWARE STORE EMPLOYEE [HUMILIATION STORIES PART 4] [FANTASY] [PATREON EMERALD+ EXCLUSIVE]

Roxanne had always been a spoiled little brat. Since she was a kid, she loved playing with dolls and dressing up. Whenever someone took her dolls away, she would throw a screaming tantrum. Everyone thought it was just a phase and that she would eventually grow out of it. She never did.

When she grew up, she decided she felt much more like a bad bitch than a bad boy and started living full-time as a trans. Everyone hoped that estrogen would make her softer, calmer and more well-behaved. Instead, it only made her even more unhinged. She was only interested in parties, chaos and sex.

She technically had a job, but it was only so she could afford drinks before jumping on the next local guy’s cock - preferably one with a nice car. She didn’t fall in love. She didn’t build feelings. The only things that kept her around were good sex or an exceptionally big cock.

Jason, the quiet guy who worked at the local hardware store, wasn’t her usual type. He was calm, reserved and rather plain. He could throw a punch when necessary, but he preferred not to. That didn’t matter. What mattered was that Jason had fallen head over heels for Roxanne. You know how it is -quiet, average guys like him are often crazy about wild, slutty girls.

It all started with a hookup at a party. A few beers, decent conversation and a few minutes later he was already fucking Roxanne on the local playground because they couldn’t make it home. They climbed into the big slide and using the railings for support, fucked like animals. Roxanne was in heaven. Jason’s cock wasn’t especially thick, but it was very long and that hit all the right spots for her.

For Jason, it was a golden shot straight to the heart. He felt that stomach twist immediately. True to form, the next day Roxanne acted like nothing had happened. She didn’t even give him her number. She quickly cleaned herself up and went to work for six hours just to earn enough for transport and the next hookup. The following evening, right after work, Jason started looking for her. Library, church, supermarket - no trace of her anywhere. Since the town wasn’t big, he eventually started asking people about her. That’s when he heard it:

An old lady: “I’ve never met such a whore in my entire life.” A guy at the bus stop: “Roxanne? She’s a legend in this town. She’s probably fucked every decent-looking guy who had the balls to talk to her”. The local mechanic (who ran a small gang): “When I feel like it, I fuck her. Now get the fuck out of here and stop looking for her”.

Jason refused to believe it. He gritted his teeth, turned around and left. On the way back, he decided he would look for her at the next local party. He figured there was a good chance she’d be at tonight’s gathering at the cabins by the pier. He arrived around midnight. After half an hour of walking around and fist-bumping people, he learned she was supposedly in the last cabin… with Trevor (mechanic) and his crew.

Slightly drunk, he decided to check.

He opened the door.

Roxanne was getting fucked like there was no tomorrow - on three cocks at once. Trevor was pounding her from behind, one of his guys was shoving his dick down her throat and she was jerking off the third one, even though her eyes were already completely covered in cum and she could barely see. Even from outside you could hear the sounds of a "sow being slaughtered".

Jason stood there for a few seconds - furious and completely defeated at the same time. You can’t save someone this fucked up. He slammed the door so hard the windows rattled and walked away.

He went back home.

Meanwhile, Roxanne - used up like a discarded condom, makeup smeared, face scratched and covered in dried cum - dragged herself to the remote bus stop around 8 a.m. to go home and sleep it off. She collapsed onto the bench like a king on his throne, spreading her legs wide and throwing her arms over the backrest.

When she tried to stand up, she realized her tight clothes were stuck to the bench. She yanked once. Nothing. She yanked harder - still nothing.

Then she saw Jason walking out from behind a nearby ditch. She immediately knew it was his doing. She started thrashing and screaming, demanding to know what the fuck he was doing. Jason approached calmly. He unbuttoned her pants (which, for a split second, actually turned her on - she thought it was some twisted foreplay), rolled up her shirt and exposed her medium-sized tits.

“If you love whoring around so much,” he said quietly, “then I’ll help you develop in that direction. Today the local football team is coming into town to celebrate winning the cup. They’re getting off right at this bus stop…”

Even with Roxanne’s massive appetite for slutting around, the thought of taking two back-to-back gangbangs made her realize she might not survive this one...


As it turned out, Jason hadn’t gone straight home. He stopped by the hardware store where he worked, grabbed a tube of super strong, fast-bonding construction adhesive and hurried to the remote bus stop. He smeared the thick glue all over the wooden bench and the concrete ground right in front of it...


PART 4 of a new HUMILIATION series, where I’ll present five stories about femboys in an alternative reality - a bit more kinky than our dull, everyday world - all centered around one of my favorite kinks: humiliation.

Your task in each story is to put yourself in the main character’s place and rate, on a scale from 1 to 10, how humiliated you’d feel after going through something like that.

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