Chapter 42: Slut Wears the Chastity Belt

Clara felt herself slipping away from her body. She had swelled. Expanded. She didn’t need her flesh any longer. She was beyond the material. Beyond even her phone. She had ascended to become a Goddess of Vengeance.

Patron of the Bullied.

Her mother would be fine. She would return to Clara’s sister. The pair wouldn’t remember Clara. No one would. No one needed to. She existed everywhere and nowhere. She had an oracle that spoke her will.

@realgossip

Nothing more was needed for her.

She was free to punish. To humiliate. To degrade. All the bitches, the Karens, the cheating sluts, the bullies, and the abusers would suffer her wrath.

She could feel them all out there needing her. So many of the abused cried out for help. For their bullies to be punished, and she would give them all justice. Tweet after tweet. She was no longer restricted by where she was. She was everywhere.

“God, I hate dumb sex addicts group,” a bitchy voice said. A familiar voice that drew the wrathful attention of the Goddess.“Daddy makes me, and it’s all his fault for catching me with all the gardeners.”

“Tots,” a second equally as entitled bitch said. “My daddy wants me to be ‘wholesome’ and ‘good marriage material’ so I can wed some trust fund dork and bail out his business or whatev.”

The first voice belonged to Portia Donovan. She had bullied Clara back in high school. All three years, Portia Donovan had made Clara feel worthless. A thing. A piece of shit that Portia had stepped in. As if Clara’s existence had offended Portia somehow.

Now the Goddess could avenge that poor girl the world rejected. The Goddess would strike down Portia in the most delicious way possible.

“And that dried-up cunt of a counselor,” Portia continued. “God, she talks in such a snooty way. ‘Good girls don’t masturbate’ and ‘control your urges.’ Just because she hasn’t gotten laid in a thousand years, doesn’t mean she has to make our lives miserable.”

“So true,” said the second girl. Cassandra Fairbanks. She hadn’t done anything to Clara, but there were others she had hurt that needed avenging.

The Goddess composed her tweet. She didn’t need her phone any longer. It had melted with her, the technology swirling through her divine awareness. She was plugged directly into Twitter like a Russian bot.

“Ms. Jordan knows how to make the nympho-sluts she counsels into good girls! Chastity belts and orgasm denial! Her new studly assistants will help to impress her lesson the sex-addict bitches!” #LadiesDoNotMasturbate #OrgasmDenial #GoodGirlsDoNotCum

Portia Donovan

“And there she is,” I muttered to Cassandra as our counselor swept in. “Ms. Jordan the stuck-up bitch.”

“Cha,” muttered Cassandra.

I didn’t like Cassandra. She was an idiot. A complete airhead bimbo without a thought in her vapid mind. But she did agree with everything I said, so I didn’t push her away. She was all I had when we came to these dumb sex-addict meetings.

So what if a half-dozen Mexicans gangbanged me. Daddy totally overreacted.

Ms. Jordan was an older woman with her black hair pinned up in a bun. She had glasses on her face that looked like something a schoolmarm would have worn a hundred years ago. She wore a blouse buttoned up to the throat and skirts down to the ankles. She’d blend in with the dorky Amish. I so hated her.

“Have you masturbated since our last meeting?” asked Ms. Jordan. “Did you have the self-control to resist your urges?”

“Fuck, no,” I said. “I jilled off before coming here.”

Cassandra giggled. “I wore out the batteries in my vibe this weekend.”

Ms. Jordan gave us both looks. “So you continue to indulge every whim that wonders into those vapid heads of yours.”

“Cha,” I said, smiling at her.

“And sex?” she asked.

“Does it count with a woman?” Cassandra asked. “Because I also fucked two guys.”

“It does,” said Ms. Jordan, making a note and shaking her head. “And, I suppose you had your share of amorous partners, Portia.”

“I got Blacked. Five ebony studs stretched out all my holes.”

She sighed in obvious frustration. “You only get something out of our time if you try to change. Lives of empty sex are empty. Shallow. You will never find true satisfaction in such hollow pursuit of transitory pleasure. Your life will pass you by, you’ll become old, and discoverer that you’re now longer desired, no longer wanted, and you’ll become bitter. You’ll wither. Dry up. If you can’t find this self-control, then you will die alone.”

“I just gotta embrace Jesus, right?” I said. “Get on my knees and roll with the holy. Fuck that. I want to—”

DING! DING! DING!

All our cellphones rang with Twitter notifications.

Ms. Jordan’s demeanor changed. “I’m afraid, I have to change tactics. You two are a pair of unrepentant sluts. I’m tired of trying to get you to understand.”

“That’s right, we won’t change,” I said with pride.

“You’re no longer worth treating like adults. You’re children. Little whorelets. Brat.” She stared at me. “And Bimbo.” She glanced at Cassandra. “Your new names. They’re more reflective of who you are.”

“Brat?” I hissed, bolting to my feet. “You did not just call me a brat, you dried up hag! When my daddy hears about—”

“Your father already knows what a disgusting little cunt you are!” Ms. Jordan snapped as she stood and glared at me. Fire blazed in her eyes. “You are Brat, a whiny child who can’t control her own urges. Twenty and you have the emotional maturity of a seven-year-old. Well, it’s time to take drastic measures.”

“I’m outta here,” I said. “Come on, Cassandra, let’s go!”

Ms. Jordan slapped me. I gasped as the pain burst across my cheek. My head snapped to the side. I staggered and nearly tripped over my chair. Cassandra squeaked in fright. I just gaped in shock. She slapped me. How could she do that? Didn’t she know who I was? I was Portia Donovan.

“My daddy is going to tear you a new assh—”

CRACK!

Tears burst in my eyes as my head snapped to the other side. Now both my cheeks burned. She had struck me with her left hand, her wedding ring gleaming on it. Her brow furrowed with fury. I whimpered beneath her.

“You h-hit me.” I whimpered.

“That’s how we treat spoiled cunts here, Brat,” she said. “Now.” She grabbed a bell off a table. Had that always been there? She rang it. “My assistants are going to help train you sluts in self-control. No more orgasms. Good girls don’t cum. Ladies don’t masturbate. They deny themselves their orgasms.”

The door opened and three naked men walked out. My eyes bulged at how gorgeous they were. One was a White guy who strutted almost like a cowboy, the next was a hunky Latino stud with a swagger, and the third was an ebony stallion, a Black guy that made my cunt clench.

They were all muscles. All buff and strong with big dicks thrusting out before them. Where the hell had they come from. My cunt went molten in an instant. Cassandra gasped and jumped to her feet beside me, a look of indescribable lust on her face.

“Yes, you two are as wet as bitches, aren’t you, Brat?” Ms. Jordan said.

“I...” Instead of objecting to the name, I swallowed my words, both my cheeks throbbing.

“Let’s find out if you two are dripping worth than a leaky faucet,” the matronly woman said. “Strip those ‘clothes’ off them. Might as well be naked without little those leave to the imagination.”

The men grinned and advanced at us. The White hunk reached me and ripped my tight belly shirt off, exposing my big, fake tits, a gift from Daddy. They quivered as I staggered. That blouse was $500, and he had just tore it off.

Cassandra squeaked as that ugly top was ripped from her. Red was not the black-haired girl’s color. And that was from last season. So gauche to be wearing something from two months ago. I would rather be dead than wearing something that tacky.

But my perfect capris were next. I gasped as the White stud and the Black hunk thrust their hands into the waistbands on either side and tugged. They ripped my pants in half, leaving me only wearing a cute, pink thong. My blonde hair swayed around my face as I squeaked in shock.

“The fuck!” I gasped.

The Mexican hunk ripped off Cassandra’s skirt. She had a pair of black panties on that hugged her rump. Those tore off followed by my thong. I was down to my cute pumps and nothing else. My boobs bounced while my pussy dripped.

“Look at that,” Ms. Jordan said, swiping up my thigh to my pussy. I gasped as she slid her finger through my folds and held them up. She smeared my pussy cream onto my upper lip beneath my nostrils so I smelled my tart cunt. “Wet as the Nile during the rainy season!”

“Yeah, and?” I said then winced, not wanting to be slapped again. I actually cringed. I had to get myself together.

“Well, now we need to make sure you dirty trollops don’t play with those cunts,” said Ms. Jordan. “Good girls don’t cum. So, let’s put those chastity belts on you!”

“What?” I gasped as the hunks produced a pair of metal panties, like thongs. A strip of metal ran down to cover the pussy and they looked like they closed on the side, ratcheting tight where there was a built in lock. “No, no!”

“Now, these use the same locks as handcuff keys,” Ms. Jordan said, “and I took a peek at your dress sizes, so I had these made to size. The only ones with the keys will be your fathers until they marry you off, then your husbands.”

“But, but,” I gasped as they grabbed Cassandra.

She squealed and kicked, but the Black guy effortlessly pinned her to the ground while the Hispanic guy deftly slipped the chastity belt around each of her feet. He held her tight as he worked it down her legs. She tried to thrash, but she didn’t have the strength to resist them.

This couldn’t be happening.

I turned and ran for the door, screeching in fright. They couldn’t put those awful things on me. That was sick. Twisted. I was halfway to my escape when I heard it ratcheting shut on her. She had on her chastity belt.

A hand seized my hair and yanked me back. Pain exploded across my scalp.

“NOOOOOO!” I screamed as the White guy dragged me back by my blonde hair like I was a cavewoman in a cartoon. I thrashed and kicked. My heels flew off as I struggled. My ass slid across the hardwood floors. “NOOOOOO! I don’t want to wear that medieval torture device!”

“Torture device,” said Ms. Jordan in amusement. “Tut, tut, Brat. It’s a correctional device. Like braces. There’s a defect that we must fix. After a year or two of wearing it and not cumming, well, you’ll do fine. And as you can see, it has openings so you can urinate and defecate. And even be fucked in the ass, but not touching your pussy.”

“Please,” I whimpered.

“We’ll fix that horny itch to be a whore, Brat,” she said as the White guy pinned me down. His hard cock thrust over my head. He got off on this.

I tried to escape, but he pinned me down without even breaking a sweat. I kicked my legs as the Black guy held the other chastity belt. Cassandra was already wearing hers. She sat there, metal covering her pussy. It fit tight about her waist and high enough up there was no slipping it off her widening hips.

“Please,” I whimpered. “I’ll be good. I won’t be a brat.”

“You had that chance to be treated like an adult,” said Ms. Jordan with such obvious glee in her eyes. “But you chose to act like a spoiled child. There are consequences in this world.”

“No!” I sobbed as the chastity belt went over my feet. The metal pushed down my thighs. I shuddered at the cold touch of it. “Please, please!”

The Black guy just grinned at me as he worked the belt down my thighs and over my hips. It seated against my pussy lips. I could feel a little slit in it, but it wasn’t that wide. Then it fit over my rump. I could feel the opening back there that surrounded my butthole before it traveled up to my waist.

I kicked one more time. Then it ratcheted tight. I heard it click. It locked in place. I was stuck in it. Tears burst from my eyes. My pussy was so wet, and I couldn’t touch it? I couldn’t masturbate my twat? Even if I left here, I would be stuck like this.

“There we are,” said Ms. Jordan. “Mmm, now isn’t that better. Try as you might, you can’t touch those wicked holes.” She began unbuttoning her dress. “Now, we must see that you are properly stimulated. You must witness carnal acts so that your pussy will be wet, but since you can’t satiate yourself, you’ll eventually overcome the need to. Tie them to their chairs.”

I gasped as I was lifted by the black guy and slammed down into the uncomfortable folding chair. The chastity belt rubbed into my pussy lips, but not in a good way. Not in a way that stimulated me. I whimpered as my hands were shoved behind me. Then cuffs slapped down on both wrists and held me to the chair.

Cassandra was in the other chair as Ms. Jordan stripped naked. She had a cream-hued slip on beneath her blouse and skirt that she removed to reveal a pair of plain, white panties and a boring bra. She freed her large boobs as I watched in shock. This could not be happening. My cunt was on fire. She had a great body for a MILF. She shoved off her panties, her bush trimmed and dripping wet.

“You’re going to fuck them!” I gasped as the Hispanic guy lubed his cock. “You hypocrite! You’re going to fuck all three of them!”

“I am,” said Ms. Jordan, her hair still pinned up in a bun. The Black hunk with the huge, ebony cock stretched out on his back. “I have to stimulate you girls. It’s a necessary, but enjoyable, part of my job.”

“You’re married!” I gasped.

“And my husband understands the importance of my work in producing good girls who do not desire sex but will submit to their husbands’ cravings, have his children, and take care of them like proper ladies. Good girls never cum. Ladies never masturbate.”

“You’re going to cum!” I gasped as she straddled the Black guy and raised his cock.

“But never with my husband,” she said sternly. “How can I not cum with three hunks fucking me, but it is a small sacrifice to make.” A big smile spread on her lips. “Well, a big one. My, my, isn’t he hung. I know both your cunts are aching to feel this.”

She impaled her pussy down his cock.

I shuddered in shock as Ms. Jordan took every inch of his cock. She sank down his dick, devouring inch after inch of his ebony shaft. Her back arched and her boobs arched. My pussy burned in envy. I wanted to touch myself. I whimpered, my fingers flexing.

Even if I was free, the damned chastity belt was in the way.

“Yes, that’s wonderful,” moaned Ms. Jordan. “Now my asshole. I know you sluts love having two dicks in both your holes, but I’ll train you two to take no pleasure in it if your husbands choose to avail themselves your backdoors.”

This wasn’t fair. I whimpered, my cunt on fire as the Hispanic stud pressed his cock into Ms. Jordan’s butt-crack. He found her asshole and thrust. She moaned, her big boobs jiggling. The MILF took his cock with such ease, her hips squirming from side to side.

Then the White guy thrust his dick at her mouth. The bitch opened wide and swallowed him. She had a dick in all her holes. I had nothing. Nothing. I squirmed there, my pussy clenching. Juices soaked my twat and trickled to my taint. I pulled on the cuffs binding my wrists. Metal clanked against the hole tubes that formed the frame of the folding chair.

The MILF rode the Black stud. She moaned like a complete whore around the White hunk’s dick. The Latin beefcake pumped away at her asshole. I would do anything to trade places with her. Anything to have my holes stuffed with those dicks.

“Please,” I whimpered as the MILF’s big tits bounced. “I’ll do anything for you, Ms. Jordan. Let me fuck one of those cocks!”

She moaned around the White guy’s dick and kept riding the Black hunk’s thick shaft. Her pussy went up and down his ebony cock, leaving him soaked in her juices. The Latin stud hammered her asshole, just pounding her hard.

“I want that!” Cassandra groaned. “I’ll be good! Please, please, let me fuck them!” “Yes, yes, I’ll pay you so much!” Tears of frustration spilled down my cheeks. I yanked at the cuffs.

They bit into my wrists.

Ms. Jordan bobbed her head, sucking hard. Drool ran down her chin as she worshiped the White guy’s cock. I whimpered, my boobs bouncing as I fought to get stimulation. I wiggled, my cunt blazing. I had to touch it. I had to massage it.

I squeezed my thighs together, but that didn’t even put pressure on my clit. I tossed back my head, humping the air. The chair creaked as the studs groaned. They were all loving the MILF’s three holes. They had her plugged up so tightly.

I whimpered, my toes curling as I trembled through my need for stimulation. I couldn’t look away from the bitch. She was enjoying what I should be having. Those were my cocks. They should be fucking my holes.

Pounding my cunt. My twat. My pussy. They should be reaming out my asshole. I should be suckling on that big dick and getting to gulp down all his cum.

“Please,” I sobbed, my cunt on fire.

Ms. Jordan slammed down that ebony cock and squealed in delight. She orgasmed on them. She bucked, moaning around the dick in my mouth. The Black stud groaned, his face twisting with delight. He gripped her hips.

“Fuck!” he growled. I knew he flooded her pussy with cum. I wanted jizz in my snatch.

The Latin stud buried into her asshole and growled out, ”¡Mierda!”

“Fuck, yes!” the White hunk growled.

They were all cumming in her! This boring church marm. They should be cumming in me. Just firing all that spunk into my snatch. My mouth. My asshole. It was so fucking unfair. I whimpered, thrashing in my seat, this damned chastity belt cold on my hips.

“Please!” I sobbed as that whore was flooded with their cum.

I needed it. I needed to be fucked so hard. I pulled so hard on the handcuffs. I didn’t care how much it hurt. I thrashed in my chair. I had to get free. I needed to rub at my cunt. I rocked from side to side. The chair groaned and collapsed.

I landed on my side, my big boobs smacking together. I whimpered at the pain. I had to get out of them. I wiggled my hands. I slid the handcuffs down the leg. I gasped as the cuff came free while that bitch moaned around the dick in her mouth.

I shoved my hand between my thighs. My fingers rubbed at the chastity belt. At that slit. It was so narrow. I pushed and pushed my finger into it, squeezing my skin into the slot. I just had to touch my clit. Just had to reach it, but I couldn’t get in there. It was so frustrating. It was just out of reach. This was so annoying.

“No!” I sobbed, my clit pulsing with need.

“Well, well, I see even cuffing Brat to the chair wasn’t enough,” Ms. Jordan said as she stood over me. Cum matted her black bush and dripped down her thighs. The studs had filled her up. More spunk beaded on her chin and lips. She licked it up and smiled. “But you can’t touch your clit. Your pussy is off-limits. But, I suppose, you deserve some fucking. Boys!”

They ripped the chair from me and uncuffed me. They did the same to Cassandra. She instantly shoved her hand between her thighs and banked into her chastity belt. She gasped as she broke a nail trying to frig her pussy.

“Please,” I moaned. “I just need to cum.”

“Good girls never cum,” Ms. Jordan purred. “Ladies never masturbate.”

“You just came!” I gasped. “Aren’t you a good girl?”

“Special circumstances,” she said, staring like a whore at the Black stud, his cock drenched in her pussy juices. “Fuck their assholes.”

“Yes,” I moaned. I could enjoy that. I could get off on some anal. “Just lube up and fuck my asshole.”

“Lube?” Ms. Jordan laughed. “No, no, this isn’t for your enjoyment. The boys need to drain those big balls of theirs. They have so much cum. And you ... You don’t need to ever orgasm again. You’ve had more than enough for a lifetime.”

“No, no, no,” I gasped as the White stud moved behind while he wiped his cock off on a towel. He dried himself off. That bastard.

He dropped to his knees behind me and pushed his cock into my butt-crack. He slid it down to my asshole. This couldn’t be happening. He pushed and pushed against me. I gasped, my fingers clenching. My anal ring burned as it stretched open to swallow him.

I whimpered at the pain. I shot my right hand between my thighs and crashed into the chastity belt. I had to touch my clit. I could take that cock if I had the right stimulation. My fingers slid over that thin slit. I just had to get in there as...

“Oh, my fucking god!” I groaned as the fire blazed across my asshole. It opened wide and swallowed his cock.