More Humiliation
Aurora's POV.
“Let’s see how it will go,” Mica uttered, her voice a low, rough sound as she pulled away from me. “Give her the translucent white gown to wear!” She ordered the other guards.
One of them rushed forward, holding up the garment. It was startlingly fine, not like any fabric I knew, it was a translucent gown explosive.
“Put it on, now!” she commanded, her impatience clear.
I obeyed, my movements feeling distant and disconnected. As I slipped the dress over my head, the true terror of it was revealed. The material was impossibly thin, so sheer that it offered no refuge, no privacy.
The cold air rushed over my skin, raising goosebumps and making my body painfully exposed. I was looking entirely visible, feeling nude and utterly naked, wrapped only in my mounting shame.
“Sexy tits,” Mica whispered, her breath hot on my earlobe. Her hand was quick and invasive, running across my breast.
“You’re clean, girl, no hidden dangers on you. We have a lot of guests waiting for you. Go and come back to me.” The last part was a low, possessive growl. Her hand squeezed me painfully before pulling away. I hated the confusing, unwanted reaction in my body; her touches, even as they brutalized, possessed a strange energy, always sending shivers down my spine.
Mica shoved me toward a massive, sculpted door made of polished, dark material. It hissed open, and a violent shockwave of noise and stench hit me.
First came the noise: a deafening, chaotic roar composed of hundreds of different screeches, a lot of chatter.
I stepped onto a wide, ceremonial street. It was crammed shoulder to shoulder with hundreds of alien species, a grotesque, different carnival of shapes and sizes. This was the parade. This was the pinnacle of my shame.
I started walking. It wasn't really a walk; my steps heavy and forced forward by the menacing presence of the security guards surrounding me.
Every single eye, every multi, faceted lens, every lidless stare, was instantly locked onto me. The translucent gown, It didn't just fail to hide me; it put my form on a sickening display. My breasts, my hips, my butt, they were the main spectacle, illuminated.
The roar of the crowd intensified, immediately focused on my boobs and tits.
“Look at the human whore!” came a shrieking voice, harsh.
“Filthy Earth trash! Taste our domain!”
A hulking, purple alien with three mouthparts spat. The viscous, oily fluid hit my shoulder, immediately beginning to run down the thin fabric. I flinched, my stomach churning violently. Another creature, vaguely insectile, threw a piece of spoiled green matter that splattered loudly just a foot from my heel.
The insults were endless, the urge to be swallowed and never return back were all over me, the urge to vanish and never return was all over me, trying to disappear within myself
I was about trying to take to my heels, when my garment was stepped by an alien allowing me go straight down to the floor
“Head up, whore! Show them what they came to see! Mica hissed into my ear, her grip on my arm suddenly painful.
My vision immediately blurred. Hot, stinging tears of shame finally broke free. I bit down hard on my lower lip until I tasted my own blood.
The crowd’s reaction was suffocating, some cursed me with venomous hatred, while others whistled and admired my body like I was a lust parading for them.
“Look at her curves, King! A perfect specimen for breeding!”
“She should be grateful we didn’t rough her up worse,” the guard beside Mica muttered.
“This walk is a gift, a privilege to walk these halls whole.”
My father did this to me. His betrayal was the root of my endless suffering. He sentenced me to this hell. It was in that moment, when the shame had reached its absolute limit, that the crowd ahead of me silenced.
I raised my head to see what was going on, everyone parted ways, some aliens were carrying a strong hovering throne, and the Alien king in his human form.
His eyes, large and deep gold, instantly fixed on mine. They were wide and unblinking, holding me in place.
Suddenly, the entire hostile crowd dropped to the floor. The guards around me bent low.
“All hail the King!” the crowd roared in unison.
I was the only one standing, frozen by his gaze. My shame turned to terror. I could only stare back at the King.
He lifted one massive hand and pointed at me.
“Humans are foolish people," his voice boomed. “See her staring at me confidently. Does she think she is worthy of my attention?”
Mica, still bent low, hissed urgently. “Get down, you fool! Bow!”
The King ignored her. He spoke to the bowed crowd. “Guards, remove the ridiculous sheet she wears.”
Two guards moved fast. They ripped the thin gown off me. It fell in strips. I gasped, bare and uselessly covering myself. The humiliation was total.
The King smiled, watching my naked body. “Better. See the prize that awaits me.”
Before he could continue, a sharp. A small alien floated to his throne.
“Your Majesty, the Crab King has arrived and demands an immediate audience.”
The King’s gold eyes flashed with anger. He glared at the messenger, then back at me.
“Mica!” he commanded. “Take this human filth back. Clean her, dress her. She will be untouched. I deal with this pest, and then she waits for me.” He waved his hand. “Go.”
Mica quickly threw a rough cloak over me, about pulling me away.
"We can't just pull her away, let some people still enjoy the view!! One of the guards said, my heart was beating fast.
Immediately, the cloak was dragged away from my body, revealing me again to the greedy eyes aliens.
"Parade!!! Mica yelled.