Chapter 18: Internet Hottie’s Humiliating Secrets

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

“Gabby Gini,” I said, staring down at the Instagram influencer. She was sobbing again, the ball gag cutting off all her whimpers. She had her hands cuffed behind her and a spreader bar forcing her naked thighs open. She knelt in the bridal suite. It was a mini-apartment, complete with a romantically decorated living room. “You’ve been a bad, bad girl, haven’t you?”

She whimpered and glanced over at Mai. We had left her dripping in piss after we punished the woman who liked to threaten to MeToo rich men who hadn’t even fucked her yet. A lesbian who was a hetero virgin.

Was being the operative word.

“I can see it in your eyes. You want to beg me not to punish you for being a terrible whore, right?”

She nodded, her mouth working, squeezing down on the rubber ball.

“That’s sweet,” said my bride. Natalie stood naked save for her wedding veil. Her big boobs swayed before her. They were perfect G-cup tits, the best modern science could create. Silicone perfection. “You want to make amends for all the lies you spoke and all the money you fleeced from your desperate fans who just wanted to be pretty. Like those videos you would make critiquing their makeup jobs. Their fashion styles. You would rip them apart and then trick them to buying some shoddy makeup or beauty product. And you made millions, you little whore. It makes me so sick. I want to claw your eyes out.”

Gabby Gini (real name Virginia) squealed in fright. Her green eyes bulged. Her natural, G-cup titties heaved before her as she squirmed to escape her bonds. The fright was a delicious thing to watch. I had never heard Natalie be that vicious. Not even to the women who had bullied her in her past.

Not even to her little sister whose lies had destroyed Natalie’s family. At least, until I came along and repaired things.

“Relax, relax,” I said and instantly Gini relaxed. She stopped crying and thrashing in fear. My mind control worked on her. “We’re not going to claw out your eyes. That’s cruel. We’re not cruel. We’re here to punish you and teach you a lesson. We taught Mai a lesson, right?”

“Y-yes,” the piss-drenched whore said. “I have to tell the truth about what the men do to me. I can’t just lie.”

“That’s right,” I said. “I want you to tell the world everything we did to you. See if they think it was rape or not.”

She nodded.

“Now, you,” I said, grabbing her arm and lifting her up to her feet. “We have a lot to do with you. I’m going to destroy you on social media.”

Her eyes widened.

“Yep, that’s right,” I said, marching her to the bedroom. It was hard with the spreader bars holding her feet apart. She had to shuffle, swinging her feet back and forth as I marched her along with a strong grip on her arm.

“Oh, yes, yes, just trash your reputation,” moaned Natalie. “Sir, I hope you are enjoying every bit of my wedding gift to you.”

I smiled. “Natalie, this is the sweetest gift any bride has ever given her groom.”

She squealed in delight. This delight blew away my own wedding gift of revealing her English teacher was actually a jealous bitch who had failed her on purpose to ruin her academic future. All while pretending to be the sweet and caring mentor.

It was a good thing love wasn’t about paying back your partner but supporting each other. I’d have a hard time beating this.

In the bedroom, the bed covered in white sheets and rose petals. I shoved her onto the be tits first. She gasped, her naked ass thrust up into the air. She had a thick, red bush. I shook my head and then parted her folds as she squirmed there.

I smiled at the sight of her hymen. She really was a virgin. I bet she encouraged her fans to be sluts, though. To go out and be whores while she was fleecing them of their money (or their parents’ money) and living the good life. What a selfish cunt.

It was why I had my powers. I had to set the world to right. It was a responsibility that I would cherish. I was so glad that I had my powers.

“Fetch a laptop, my bride,” I said and undid the gag on Gabby Gini. I pulled it from her.

“Please, please, please don’t destroy my reputation!” she moaned. “I’ll do anything. You saw I have a cherry. Just fuck me. It’s okay. Just pound me in the cunt. That will teach me a lesson. Don’t ruin my reputation. I worked so hard to get it. I sacrificed day and night.”

“To swindle and con?” demanded Natalie, heat in her voice. “To trick young girls and prey upon their insecurities so you can live off of them. You’re a blood-sucking leach. A social media parasite that makes the world shittier with your actions.”

SMACK!

My hand cracked on her ass. “Is that what you are?”

“I just sell products,” she gasped, her rump growing red. “That’s it. I just influence people to buy goods. There’s nothing wrong with that. People do it all the time. It’s called a commercial!”

“But would you use the products?” I asked, undoing the cuffs. They weren’t real police cuffs. You didn’t need a key if you knew where to press. A safety feature for BDSM Play. They ratcheted open. “There’s some I’ve used,” she said cautiously.

“What’s that, five or six?” asked Natalie. “You’ve hocked thousands of items. You’ve peddled snake oil for years! Since you were sixteen, right? You’re, what, twenty-two?”

“I’ve never sold snake oil in my life!” she gasped.

“Snake oil is a shit product that you know is shit,” I growled. “Shit that promises something amazing but will never deliver. Do you sell that crap, whore?”

“Yes,” she said and cringed. “But it’s what brings in the money. I mean, people want miracles. I’m just giving them what they ache for.”

“By lying to them?” I growled.

“Yes.”

“By being a duplicitous whore and stealing their money like a greedy cunt?”

“Yes,” she answered again.

“And you feel no shame at what you’ve done?”

She shook her head. “I didn’t put a gun to anyone’s head. I don’t rob them. They choose to buy the products. It’s not my fault they’re idiots.”

I smiled as Natalie sat the laptop on the bed. It was logged into a desktop. There was an image of Natalie smiling while she pissed in the mouth of this whore we met during Mardi Gras. The woman’s asshole was stuffed with beads that she had earned. That had been a fun vacation.

“Log into your Facebook account and go live. You’re going to tell all your hundreds of thousands of fans what you think of them.”

“Please,” she begged as she worked her finger over the trackpad and launched Firefox. She started typing. “Don’t do this to me. Don’t ruin me like this. I’ll get banned from Facebook for being naked. This will destroy me. Can’t you just fuck my cunt and piss in my face and treat me like you did Mai?”

“You’d rather I fuck you raw in the ass then tell your fans what you truly think about them?” I asked, smiling.

“Yes!” she groaned. “Please! I don’t want to be poor again. If they know, they won’t give me any money. I have bills to pay. I own three homes. They all have two mortgages each. You’re going to ruin me.”

“No,” Natalie cooed, kneeling on the other side of the laptop and squeezing her tits. “You’re going to ruin yourself with the truth.”

Gabby Gini trembled. More tears fell down her cheeks as she opened up Facebook and typed in her login information. She sniffled as she hit enter. Her profile loaded up. She had hundreds of notifications and friend requests. There were dozens of messenger chats that had to be answered. She clicked on her profile page and then hit the Go Live button.

A screen appeared showing her face with the laptop’s webcam. She adjusted it to catch her face and hide her tits. I lowered it back down so those big and lush breasts were in view. I wanted the world to gaze at them and see how big they were.

“Now, you won’t mention being kidnapped or being held against your will. You’re only going to tell your fans all the lies you’ve told.” I glanced at Natalie. “Fetch the flogger. I want to whip her ass.”

“Ooh, yes, Sir,” she moaned and headed to the collection of BDSM gear she had brought. She had a number of floggers and paddles set out. She picked on with thin, red straps and rivets at the end of each strap to give that extra sting. She hurried back, her big boobs jiggling.

She handed it over with a smile.

“Tell your fans that every time you admit to a lie, your ass is getting spanked,” I said. “You got it?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, her finger on the trackpad, the cursor over the broadcast button.

“Now remember to be peppy and upbeat,” I said. “Your fans love Gabby Gini and need to hear you in all your glory.”

She sniffled and then pushed the button.

The screen flickered. Then it said in the corner, “Live.”

“Hello, Gabsters!” she said with such peppy enthusiasm. She smiled, tears on her face. Her big boobs swelled at the frame. “That’s right. It’s a surprise livestream. I know, I know, it’s supposed to be on Tuesday, but I just couldn’t wait. I have so much important news to tell you.”

Heart emojis began bursting across the screen as the viewer count swelled up fast. In moments, she was in the 500s and climbing faster and faster. Comments flew by on the side, people typing variations of, “Hi, Gini.”

None cared she was naked. That was part of how my power worked. Everyone just accepted it. By ordering her to go live naked, that was just the natural way the world would see it. It made my powers so interesting and convenient.

“I have to confess something, Gabsters, and I hope you’ll all still love and support me once I do!” The comments exploded with, “We love you, Gini!” More heart emojis and even these strange hugging heart emojis burst on the screen. A few blue thumbs-up were scattered around. Gini drew in a deep breath.

“The thing is, I think you’re all idiots!” She said it right to the camera, 3000 plus people watching the stream now. It was climbing higher. “Just dumb sheep that will buy whatever product I shill. You don’t think. You don’t question. You just mindlessly consume the products. It’s so sad. Pathetic even. I make so much money selling you all absolute garbage.

“And that’s why I’m here. I’m being punished. I have to tell you all that I’ve done wrong or this guy will hurt me. He’s going to spank me every time that I admit to something bad I did. Because I have been such a naughty cunt who doesn’t give a fuck about any of you idiots!”

Now angry faces were appearing on the screen. The chat was in revolt. Some questioned if this was an early April Fools Day prank or if she had gone insane. All I knew, she had admitted to something wrong.