Chapter 17: Bride Humiliates the Lying Bitch

Note: This story was commissioned by n1one years ago. Enjoy.

I was curious about the surprise that my bride had prepared for our wedding night as we left the reception behind. Our guests had plenty to amuse themselves. Whores chained to the walls who would gladly be fucked, the wedding cake, dancing, and more.

Natalie had this huge grin on her face as I carried her through the empty hotel lobby. I had taken over the establishment this weekend. Only our guests and we could enjoy the facilities and stay in the rooms. There was, of course, staff on hand to take care of everything and the hotel was being compensated.

I had plenty of whores out there making me money. None of them made much, but it was amazing how fast it could accumulate. I rarely touched it, money was more a point system than anything I needed to worry about.

I was a mind controller, after all.

“You look adorable,” I said as I reached the elevators. She was down to just her wedding veil and stockings. Her huge tits jiggled. Big and fake and perfect. Her red hair swayed with the gauzy covering.

“I’m just so excited,” she said. “It was a lot of work to get them, but it was so worth it.”

I smiled. “You really have me curious now.”

The elevator doors opened. I stepped in and hit the button for the top floor where the bridal suite lay. Natalie just had such a huge grin on her face now. She squirmed more and more, almost childish in her excitement.

My dick throbbed hard. I ached to reach the room. The elevator seemed to crawl as I held my light bride. She played with my chest hairs, humming her delight. Whenever I glanced down at her, she burst into giggles.

“You are about to let slip your surprise,” I said

. “Nope!” she said and then pressed her thumb and forefinger to her lips like she held a key. She twisted to “lock” her mouth and then “tossed” the imaginary key to the side.

“You wicked, little bride,” I said.

She squirmed more and giggled.

“Oh, so you can laugh, but not talk. Some lock.”

She nodded, beaming at me.

God, she was gorgeous. I could just stare into her green eyes for eternity. Here she was, the one woman who didn’t have to obey me. The one woman immune to my powers. Or that her desires were so in line with mine, that it was impossible for her to be controlled. She was my yin. My opposite and yet equal in so many ways.

I dominated. She submitted.

The elevator door opened and her giggling grew louder. I stepped out and moved down the hallway where a staff member waited to open the door for us—I wasn’t carrying a key with me. The man had a polite grin.

“Congratulations,” he said and opened the door enough for me to push through it.

I pushed the door open the rest of the way with my foot and stepped inside the suite, carrying my bride across the threshold into our room for the night. It opened onto a large living room with a romantic theme. Red roses filled vases. The furniture had crimson cushions and dark wood. It held an eloquence to it. Something rich and opulent.

Kneeling on the floor in a row were four women. All were gagged, their hands chained behind their backs, legs kept apart with spreader bars cuffed to ankles. All were naked, of course. Two were blonde twins with big tits, nice pairs of Double D’s, their cheeks flushed bright red. One was Asian, her huge tits, bigger than Natalie’s, were clearly fake, her face haughty despite the ball gag. The last was a redhead with a natural pair of large tits, maybe G-cups, that fell before her, soft and delicious.

“Well, well, well,” I said in shock. “What do we have here?”

Natalie giggled as I set her down. She sauntered to them, her ass wiggling. Cum dripped down her thighs. She looked beautiful as she strode on her heels. She reached them and stroked a finger over the two blonde twins’ heads.

“These are Inga and Elsa,” she said. “They are seniors at a private Christian school. Prestigious place. They bully the girls at the school into taking purity pledges and to keep them from having sex. They use shame, insults, peer pressure, and their daddy’s money to keep every girl attending the school from ever enjoying the pleasures of sex. They are, of course, virgins themselves. All four are, in fact.”

“Really?” I asked in shock.

“Well, Mai is a hetero virgin. Never been with a man but Virginia here...” Natalie stopped before the busty redhead. “She’s also a virgin, to my surprise. She is a THOT, but one who hasn’t ever given it up. She’s known online as Gabby Gini. She’s an Instagram influencer. One of those vapid-headed cunts who take pictures of their ‘perfect’ life to trick people into buying shit products so they can make money. She targets teenage girls with various ‘beauty’ regimens and the like that are supposed to help them. When they don’t, she makes the girls feel like idiots for not using the product right.”

“My, my, she has been naughty,” I said. “How much does she make.”

“She cleared over three million last year.”

I whistled.

“And that leads us to Mai. She’s a lesbian who pretends to be into guys. A gold-digger who never sleeps with them. But that doesn’t stop her from getting them into her hotel room and then blackmailing them with MeToo threats.” Natalie smacked a huge, plump tit. “It’s how she paid for those big boobs.”

“And how did you get them all here?” I asked, smiling.

“I lured them,” she said. “It does help that you have given so many police officers the commands to help me out when I need it. They were all so happy to grab these girls once they arrived in the city and bring them here for our wedding night. I was a little worried about the twins, but they arrived at LaGuardia this morning.”

I laughed. Four bitches to punish. For virgin cunts for me to fuck and enjoy. This was perfect. I had to make each one special. Well, the twins would go together. I looked at them and then stared at Mai. An idea crystallized in my head.

“You have the key?” I asked, putting anger in my voice.

Natalie glanced at me. We caught gazes for a moment. Then she gasped, “You’re not happy with my gift.”

“Of course not,” I lied. She stood behind the women now, a huge grin on her lips. “You tied these poor women up. I have millions, Natalie. You don’t have to lure women here. We can buy any woman we want to play with.”

“S-sorry, Sir,” Natalie said with just the right amount of nervousness.

I grabbed the keys and went to Mai. I reached behind her and undid the spread bar and then the manacles. She groaned, able to move her limbs. I undid the ball gag. She coughed a few times as I gently hauled her to her feet.

“You okay?” I asked her.

“No!” she gasped as I led her to the bedroom and the bridal bed, a white affair strewn in pink rose petals. “That crazy bitch brought me here and chained me up.”

“I’m so sorry about that,” I told her, bringing her into the bedroom and setting her down on the bed. A “contrite” Natalie followed us in, rubbing at her arms. “Is there anything I can do for you.”

“You can fucking pay!” she hissed. “I’m going to sue your ass if you don’t. Not only that, but I’ll also tell everyone that it was your idea. Oh, yes you’re going to have to pay me millions.” “My fault?” I gasped. “But I set you free.”

“I don’t care.” She glared at me. “You have millions, right? I want half. Whatever you got, I want half of it, or I tell the world that you tied me up and groped my tits.”

“That’s it?” I demanded. “Tied you up? A little titty grope. I think you can MeToo me better than that?” I grabbed her boob and gave it a shake. “That’s hardly anything.”

“Kidnapping isn’t enough?” she hissed.

I waved my hand. “So boring and predictable.”

“I’ll tell them that you licked my pussy!” she hissed. “That you got on your knees and violate my pussy with your hungry mouth.”

I glanced at Natalie. “What is this, amateur hour?”

“I know,” Natalie said. “I thought you wanted to accuse my husband of something vile and nasty, not that he gave you an amazing orgasm. Be creative. Make it filthy.”

“Painful,” I said. “You want all that sympathy so you can be the biggest victim in the world.”

“You’re right,” Mai said. Her gaze slid around and then she spotted something. “I’ll tell them you put clothespins on my nipples and tits. That you fucked me in the ass with no lube. Then you went straight to my pussy. You fucked me with a dirty cock while you made me eat her nasty cunt. Then you all pissed on me. Made it as humiliating and degrading as possible.”

“Wow,” I said. “We did all that to you?”

“No,” she said. “But who is the world going to believe? A woman or you?”

“You have a point.” I glanced at Natalie. “So, shall we do all those things to her so she can have all the evidence to back up her lies?”

Mai’s jaw dropped. “Wait, what?”

“Yes, we’re going to do all those degrading and humiliating things to you.” I grinned. “You don’t want to be a liar, do you?”

“N-no,” she said, her body trembling. She swallowed. She glanced at the door.

“You can’t run,” I said. “You have to stay here so we can do all those terrible things to you. For once, you’re going to be degraded. You’re going to be molested. You’ll have a real MeToo story to tell the world. One you created.”

“It’ll be perfect,” Natalie said. “We’ll make sure you experience every bit of humiliation and pain you need.”

“And the pleasure you’ll get when my cock is fucking your ass and cunt. You’ll hate it, of course.—since you’re a lesbian, after all—but your body will love it. As you cum, that will only make you feel more humiliated and degraded. More of a disgusting piece of urine-soaked trash.” I grinned. “And you’ll be soaked in urine, so it’ll be true.

Natalie

I brought back the bowl of clothespins Mai had noticed. I had them here encase the Mind Controller wanted to use them. I had all manner of disciplinary items held here. It was accommodating of Mai to select something we had on hand.

“P-please, don’t,” she gasped as she saw the alligator-style clothespins. The pronges you opened up and snapped shut thanks to a spring. She shivered there, her big boobs jiggling. Tears sprang in her eyes. “I won’t tell anyone. I promise. You can just let me go.”

“Let you go?” the Man said, shocked. “But how are you supposed to MeToo me if I don’t do anything humiliating and degrading to you?” He opened a clothespin and then snapped it shut right on her nipple.

She threw her head and howled in pain.

I smiled as I picked up my own. Her huge, fake titties jiggled. The left one swayed heavier with the clothespin flapping at the end of her nub. The jaws squeezed tight about her nipple, pinching it into a flattened peg.

I clamped her other nipple. She bucked harder, both tits swaying heavily. The clothespins waved up and down. My fat nipples throbbed in sympathy. That had to hurt a lot. I would feel sorry for the cunt, but she deserved it.

“P-please, I won’t talk!” she sobbed. Tears spilled down her cheeks.

“But you want to MeToo me, don’t you?” asked the Man.

“Y-yes!” she sobbed.

“Even though I rescued you?”

“That d-doesn’t matter. You’re a man.”

“So you’re sexist?”

“You can’t be sexist against a man,” she wailed.

“Sure you can. You’re sexist. You hate men. Think we’re idiots. You want to humiliate us or steal our money.”

“I do!” she moaned, her pussy clenching.

“You have no empathy, do you?”

She shook her head then gasped as he pinched a clothespin onto her big, fake tit. I smiled and did the same with the other on. She whimpered, fresh tears spilling down her face as we clamped the clothespins on her big boobs.

It was so much fun to pinch her skin. One by one, alternating me then the Man and then me again, we put them on her. We ringed her tits in those punishing clamps. We were running out of them as we put them on her big boobs.

“Please, please!” she moaned, tears spilling down her face. “It hurts.”

“I know,” my husband said with such a calm tone. “But you’re a big girl. You’re going to have such a brave story to tell.”

“You’ll be celebrated,” I cooed. “A hero to every feminist out there. They will all rally behind you. Chant your name.”

“T-they will,” sobbed Mai. She looked up at us. “They will rally around me. I’ll be famous.”

“Yes, yes, you just have to destroy a good man to do it,” my husband said. “You don’t have a problem with that, do you?”

She shook her head.

“Because you’re a selfish cunt?”

She nodded, her big boobs jiggling, the clothespins rattling as they knocked into each other. She moaned, her face twisting in pain and agony. I loved the sight of her like this. I grabbed another clothespin and clipped it onto her tit.

She gasped, her head snapping back. Her whimpers echoed through the bedroom. The Man clipped on his last one, completing her circle. I fished out mine. I smiled as she whimpered. Her face contorted. She so thought she would be a reward.

I clipped on the clothespin.

She howled in pain. She bucked and shuddered. Her head tossed from side to side. Tears spilled down her cheeks. Her entire body shuddered. She sobbed, her fingers flexing. It was clear that she fought against the agony.

I flicked the one on her nipple.

“Please!” she screamed.

“Just remember that fame,” the man said, stroking her cheek while I twisted the clothespin, abusing her nub. Her cries grew louder. “You’re going to get all that accolade. You’ll see. The world will praise you. Just be stunning and brave for them. Okay?”

“O-okay,” Mai sobbed. “I ... I can do this.”

“So ... what was next?” he asked.

Mai stiffened. She winced. “Y-you have to ass-fuck me without any lube. But you can use lube. There’s no reason to even fuck my asshole.”

“No, no, when you get examined, you want there to be any evidence of lube in your asshole,” the Man said. “That way it’s so obvious that it wasn’t consensual. You don’t want there to be any doubts in the minds of others. Of course, it is consensual, right?”

“Y-yes!” she moaned, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks.

“Beg me to fuck that unlubed ass of yours,” the Man growled.

“Yes, yes, get down on all fours, part those butt-cheeks, and beg for my husband to fuck your nasty ass!” I moaned, my pussy clenching. “Come on, you can do it. Just part those butt-cheeks and beg because you secretly want it, don’t you?”

“I ... I...” The lesbian shuddered. “I want it!” Tears spilling down her cheeks and her body shaking from her sobs, she turned and bent over. Those heavy, fake tits of hers swayed, dragged down by the weight of the clothespins. She reached behind her and parted those butt-cheeks. She exposed her asshole to him. “I ... want you to do it.”

SMACK!

My hand cracked hard on her ass. “Beg with more enthusiasm,” I growled. “Really beg for my husband to fuck you unlubed in the ass. That’s what he told you to do.”

“P-please fuck me in the ass with your unlubed cock!” the whore moaned.

My pussy clenched with such delight at her words. I shuddered, the heat rippling through me. This was so hot. So sexy. I was on fire. My cunt dripped juices down my thighs. This whore would be punished so hard by my husband.

This was such a heady night. I was so glad I had married him. I leaned up and threw my arms around his neck. I kissed him with all my passion on the lips. He groaned, his arms sliding around my body. He grabbed my ass.

He kneaded me. Groped me. He squeezed that plump ass with those fingers of his. They were so strong and demanding. His cock prodded me in the belly. He would ram that dick into her asshole and make her explode.

I loved this so much.

“Please, please fuck my unlubed asshole!” the whore moaned. “I n-need it! I have t-to be fucked in the ass for m-my story.”

I broke the kiss. “Mmm, Sir, I think she really, really needs your cock in her asshole.”

He grinned. “Yes, she does.

Natalie stroked my cock as she guided me the bitch’s spread-open butt-crack. Mai held those plump cheeks apart, her asshole gleaming brown. She had never been fucked by any man until now. How could I ever thank Natalie for this treat?

“You are amazing,” I groaned as my wife pressed me right against the slut’s asshole. “Do you know that?”

“You tell me all the time, Sir,” my naughty bride said. “But it never gets old.”

She leaned in and kissed me again as I pressed right on the slut’s backdoor. I just had to thrust and ream out Mai’s asshole. She would be in so much pain. Already, she whimpered and groaned from the clothespins abusing her tits.

She deserved it all. Falsely accusing men of rape was a horrible thing to do. Blackmailing them was just as bad. How could you ever believe the real victims when so many women come forward to get attention with these accusations.

Anger boiled in me. I broke the kiss, grabbed Mai’s hips, and thrust. Hard.

I wasn’t gentle. Didn’t want to be gentle. Her anal ring spread open in a flash. Her head threw back. She screamed her pain as I plunged into her unlubed asshole. Her velvety flesh squeezed about me. I growled as I buried into her, using force to drive into her virgin bowels.

“Oh, my fucking god!” she cried out. “Oh, my fucking god! That hurts! Please, please, you have to take it out!”

“No!” Natalie hissed. She moved around to the front and yanked up Mai’s head. “This is your story. Now you get ass-fucked hard, whore! Sir, don’t hold back.”

“I didn’t plan on it,” I growled and drew back.

Mai moaned in pain as I drew back. Her bowels squeezed about me like she was trying to expel me. But I thrust back into her. She bucked again. Her whimpers sounded so sweet as I pumped away at her. I fucked her with all my might. I reamed into her asshole, savoring every last minute of fucking her bowels with all the force I had.

My balls smacked into her taint as her tight asshole gripped my cock. The pleasure rippled through me. I groaned, savoring ass-fucking this bitch. This heartless, cruel cunt who didn’t care about anyone else. Not so long as she could get paid.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she moaned. “Oh, my god, that hurts!”

“Good,” Natalie hissed. She looked at me with such love in her eyes. “Oh, Sir, ass-fuck her so hard. She’s crying.” She swiped up a tear. “See.”

I grinned at her.

“Ooh, she’s really feeling the burn, isn’t she?”

“Yes,” I growled, thrusting hard into that tight asshole. “So am I.”

“Are you going to dump her asshole full of your cum, sir?” she asked with such enthusiasm. “Are you going to pump her with all that spunk in your balls?”

“You fucking better believe it,” I growled, riding the high as I fucked this bitch hard in the ass. The Asian cunt moaned and gasped out her pain as her asshole slowly relaxed around my dick. I pumped into her hard and fast. I slammed my cock into her unlubed anal depths. She whimpered, her head tossing.

Her big boobs must be jiggling, those clothespins pulling at her tits. I grinned at how depraved she made her MeToo accusation. This was what she wanted; now she would enjoy it. I slammed hard into her. Fast.

I ass-fucked her with passion.

“Go, Sir, go!” Natalie cheered. She squeezed her big, fake tits. No clothespins marred their beauty. She grinned at me and jiggled them. “Fuck her ass hard, Sir. Pound that bitch with all your might. She deserves it for being such a selfish cunt.”

“A fucking dyke-whore who loves my dick fucking her ass, don’t you?” I snarled. “Despite all the pain, you savor it.”

“Y-yes!” she sobbed. “I ... I do.”