Chapter 2: Punishing the Barely Legal Bitches

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

It was time to punish these two skanks for trying to ruin the newest Avenger’s movie for me. Endgame was amazing despite them. It was all thanks to my movie snack. Clara had provided a delicious treat for me to enjoy while the movie played. First, the redhead had sucked me off with her wonderful mouth. Then she impaled her pussy on me.

Lastly, I’d fucked her up the ass during the credits just to make the two bitches squirm even more for their poor attitude.

I’d fired so much cum into Clara, one of the theater’s employees, that she looked six months pregnant. She had a big jizz baby in her womb. My cock fired so much spunk. It was inexhaustible. It was one of my two gifts.

The other was my mind control.

I had no idea how it worked. Or why. I just knew that if I told someone to do something, they would. And the world would accept it. I could tell a woman to fly to Paris, strip naked before the Arc de Triomphe, and offer her pussy to every man who passed, and the men would line up. No one would get mad. No cop would stop them. No wife or girlfriend would get jealous. Everyone would understand this woman had to be fucked by every man who passed.

I lived a life of comfort. I didn’t need money, but that didn’t stop me from seeing how much money I could make by punishing women into prostituting themselves. If you were a decent human being, I wouldn’t do anything to you.

Well, I might fuck your wife if she were hot, but I wouldn’t destroy your marriage. I’d send her back to you just as loving as ever.

But if you were rude, if you couldn’t comport yourself with the normal civility that allowed people to function in a city with a population of 8.6 million, then I would punish you. I’d find new ways to do it. Humiliating ways. I’d savor every moment of it.

Blondie and Goth Girl—I didn’t care what their real names were—had shown up fifteen minutes late to the movie theater babbling to each other about the insipid gossip at their high school. Both had their faces pressed in their smartphones, oblivious to the fact the movie was playing. I had taken the trouble of emptying the theater of everyone but my snack.

They had almost ruined it. Almost.

Now their phones didn’t work at all. Turned out, soaking for two hours in their hot, juicy cunts while they had to masturbate their clits without cumming didn’t do good for such sensitive electronics. They should be more careful where they stick their phones.

“Please, please, just punish us,” moaned Blondie, her round tits swaying as she knelt in the aisle before me. Tears smeared down her cheeks, her mascara running in places. Her clit peeked red and raw through her blonde bush.

She shouldn’t masturbate so much.

“Just let us cum!” moaned Goth Girl. She had large tits, Double D’s. Lush and ripe. They swayed, pale as the rest of her skin. She had black hair and her mascara had run even worse, giving her inky tear tracts down her cheeks. “We’re sorry!”

“Oh, you will be,” I said. I turned around and reached behind me. I grabbed a fistful of their hair and marched forward. “Clara, gather my clothes.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, so cheerful and happy. “I hope you punish them hard. They are such cunts for what they did! Just rude of them.”

I liked Clara. Sometimes, people pleased me, and I rewarded them. She had gone above and beyond in pleasing me, doing extra stuff I hadn’t ordered her to do. It was clear that she was eager to give me such delights.

And I wanted to just savor her doing all of them. It would be such a wicked thing to enjoy having her join me in punishing these two sluts I dragged behind me. I didn’t walk fast. I’d learned that dragging girls who’d never crawled before—not true, humiliating crawling like these two were doing—couldn’t go fast or I’d just end up dragging them.

Sometimes dragging was fun, but I want them scampering after me like the bitches they were. “Faster, cunts!” Clara shouted. “You’re holding him up. He’s our VIP. Don’t you know that? No, wait, your self-centered sluts who just care about bleating about dumb shit!”

The two girls crawled faster, scrambling up the broad steps that rose up the side of the auditorium toward the exit. The sound of the bustling lobby echoed. Not surprising with so many here to see the most anticipated movie of the year.

I thrust my hand through the door and marched out naked. Unafraid. People glanced at me, but they didn’t gape. Didn’t gasp in shock. Or even pull out their phones to record a video that would go viral.

No, they were just seeing something normal. I could drag two bitches all I wanted, and Clara could scurry naked after me holding my clothing to her chest. The two girls kept sobbing as people didn’t even ogle their eighteen-year-old flesh.

I shook my head. Just a shame for two attention whores not to be at the center of the world. That had to change.

“Everyone, your attention,” I boomed.

That did it. Everyone turned to face us. Women. Men. The employees. I smiled as a few hundred people stared at us. At the tramps. I released the bitches’ hair and turned around to face them. I motioned to them to stand.

“Don’t be shy, girls,” I said.

They weren’t. They stood up, cheeks tear-stained, clits raw, their thighs slick with pussy juices, Blondie’s bush soaked in her cream. They rubbed nervous hands together as they stared out at the crowd of people watching them.

“Blondie and Goth Girl need to tell you why they’re being punished.” “We’re bitches,” said Goth Girl. Her pale cheeks spotted with color.

“We were talking in the movie,” Blondie said.

“And staring at our phones.”

“Isn’t that terrible?” demanded Clara.

“Pretty fucked up,” a guy said.

“Yeah, that’s rude,” a woman said. “Teenagers these days. I can’t believe it. You look eighteen.”

“Don’t you care?” a man growled.

“We didn’t,” Goth Girl said. “We were stuck-up sluts who thought we could do whatever we wanted.”

“We’re terrible bitches who almost ruined the movie for the VIP.”

“And that’s why they’re going to be punished,” I said.

“I’m glad you’re taking them in line,” said a man with graying hair. He had a stern look to his expression. “They say you can’t spank children any longer, and look what sort of hooligans and sluts we’re getting these days.”

“That’s right, sir,” I said.

“So I hope you spank them hard,” he said while his wife pulled him back. She gave me a polite smile. “Just make those little hussies ass red.”

“Should I make your asses red?” I asked the girls.

“If that’s what you have to do to teach us our lesson,” Blondie said.

“I’ve never been spanked before,” Goth Girl added, “but I’ll do anything to be able to cum. So, spank us. Whip us. Just ... just ... Oh, my fucking God.”

Such a spoiled bitch. Blondie was coming along nicely, but Goth Girl would get there, too.

“So, in the men’s room, I’m going to punish them,” I announced. “They’re going to be spanked, and once I’m done with them, any man is free to use them as he sees fit. You can fuck them. Piss in their mouths. Their cunts or assholes. Why use a urinal when these two bitches will make themselves available for you. They want to relieve all your stresses. Right, sluts?”

“That’s right,” Blondie said.

“P-Please come use us in the bathroom after we’ve been punished,” Goth Girl added, more inky tears spilling down her pale cheeks. “W-we’re just d-disgusting sluts. Whores.”

“That’s right,” Clara said, nodding in agreement as she clutched my clothes to her chest.

“Come along, sluts,” I said, holding my hands out and waiting.

The two whores didn’t even have to be told. They knew what I expected from them. They fell to their knees and crawled up, pressing their heads into my open hands. I seized fistfuls of hair and marched forward. They crawled after.

The crowd parted around us. People were muttering. They sounded angry and nodded their heads in satisfaction that the sluts were getting punished. I heard a few women telling their men they needed to get in there and use those girls as toilets.

I grinned ear to ear. I loved being a mind-controller.

I shouldered my way into the restroom, dragging the sluts in after me. Their pants echoed through the restroom as I hauled them to the long rows of counters that face the urinals. I released them, my dick throbbing in anticipation.

“Bend over the counters!” I snarled.

“Now!” Clara added, not realizing it wasn’t needed. But I appreciated her spunk.

The two girls bolted to their feet and bent over the counter. They pressed their tits down on the burnt-orange Formica, a sink separating them. They quivered there, Blondie’s rump a little plumper than the busty Goth Girl.

I grabbed their asses and gave them both a squeeze. I felt the warmth of their flesh. My thumbs dipped down and stroked through their pussy folds, Blondie’s soaked curls caressing my digit. They both moaned, panting like bitches and lifting their asses as they tried to swallow my thumb.

I drew back my hands.

SMACK! SMACK!

The double spankings echoed through the restroom. The growing group of men watching from the entrance groaned as I left blazing handprints on both sluts. They both moaned and whimpered, wiggling back and forth.

“Was that enough punishment?” I asked them. “And keep in mind, if I disagree, then I’ll double your punishment.” “No!” Blondie gasped quickly.

“We need to be punished more, sir!” Goth Girl whimpered. “Please, please keep spanking us.”

“Oh, yes, yes, spank their asses!” Clara moaned.

I grinned at her.

SMACK! SMACK!

Those double slaps echoed again through the restroom. The watching men groaned, loving the sound. The two sluts moaned, wiggling. The bright marks blazed across their rumps. I wasn’t holding back. I felt the impacts in each of my palms.

SMACK! SMACK!

That stinging pain rippled up my hands. But I knew they would feel it worse.

SMACK! SMACK!

“How’s that for punishment?” I said, admiring their crimson rumps. Especially Goth Girl’s. Her blazed.

“We need more!” gasped Blondie. “Don’t stop spanking us.”

SMACK! SMACK!

“More! Keep hurting us!” Goth Girl moaned. “We’re naughty bitches!”

SMACK! SMACK!

“Yes, you are,” I groaned, my dick so hard. It thrust out before me, twitching between their hips. “You’re both just terrible, disgusting attention whores. Mmm, every man’s staring at you know. Watching as you get punished.”

SMACK! SMACK!

“Yes, yes, we need to be watched!” gasped Goth Girl.

SMACK! SMACK!

“Please, keep hurting us!” sobbed Blondie. “It’s not enough pain!”

SMACK! SMACK!

“We need to suffer more!” groaned Goth Girl, her tears spilling down her cheeks. “Please, please, we have to make up for being bitches!”

SMACK! SMACK!

“Clara, join in!” I said.

SMACK! SMACK!

“Thank you!” the girl moaned and cracked her hand on Goth Girl’s rump. The black-haired slut bucked. It seemed Clara’s slenderer hand focused the impact and really let the cunt feel it. I proved.

SMACK! SMACK!

CRACK!

Blondie howled, her plump, blazing ass jiggling from Clara’s spank that landed right after mine. The redhead had a huge grin.

CRACK!

A second spank on Blondie and then the redhead was scampering around me, her cum-pregnant belly thrusting cute before her.

CRACK!

SMACK! SMACK!

The sounds of our punishment echoed through the room.

The men groaned as we punished the tramps. Their asses burned brighter and brighter. They gasped and moaned and sobbed. Real moans of pain burst from their lips as their asses took on the purpling of bruises. Their skin grew hotter and hotter. Our hands came closer and closer to drawing blood. To being spanked too far.

SMACK! SMACK!

CRACK!

“Is that enough punishment,” I asked, my dick throbbing, aching, needing pussy.

CRACK!

“Is it, Blondie?” Clara hissed.

“No!” wept the girl. She stared at me over her shoulder, her eyes swollen, tears spilling down her cheek. “It hurts so badly, but it’s not enough. We almost ruined your movie.”

“We’re so sorry!” sobbed Goth Girl. Her shoulders shook. “Keep punishing us! Keep hurting us fro being such sluts!”

CRACK!

Clara’s hand fell on Goth Girl’s rump. The black-haired girl howled in pain. She bucked and groaned, the lesson burning through her ass. She wouldn’t be able to sit for a week or longer without remembering what she’d done.

This was a lesson that would last.

“Clara,” I said, “you need your pussy licked, don’t you?”

“Oooh, I do,” she said, smiling at me. Her red hair swayed about her cute face. She was a few years older than the two whores.

“Choose one to eat your cunt,” I said.

“Goth Girl!” she said without hesitation. “I just want to grind my cunt on her mouth and make her pay! She’ll make me cum hard, and I’ll drown her in pussy juices.”

“Get licking, Goth Girl!” I growled.

SMACK!

She bucked and let out a sobbing moan at the last spank. She trembled and slipped off. She knelt down with care, her legs stiff. She still had tears spilling down her cheeks as Clara roughly seized her black hair and yanked.

Goth Girl’s face buried in Clara’s shaved pussy. Joy burst to life across my snack’s face. She gripped the back of Goth Girl’s head, pinning the slut in place. The redhead’s hips undulated, grinding a cum-filled cunt into her whore’s mouth.

“Lick out all his cum, whore!” she moaned. “And make me cum and cum! You almost ruined my fun, too. I was having so much fun loving his cock, and then you whores!”

SMACK!

Blondie gasped, her back arching. Her blazing butt-cheeks jiggled. She looked behind her and moaned, “Do I have to suck you.”

“I’m fucking you,” I said. “But no cumming. You only get to cum with your new boyfriend.”

“Who’s that?”

I winked at her. Why spoil the surprise.

I pressed my cock against her pussy. I would use it just as a hole to fuck. A living sex toy and nothing more. That was all she was good for. To be pounded. I rubbed my cock up and down her silky lips, savoring the heat of her. Her silky bush caressed around the sides of my crown, the pleasure flowing up my cock.

The men waiting to use the sluts looked on with such hunger. They were eager to use the whores. To abuse them. I couldn’t wait for that, too. But I had to get my fun out of the whores first. I had to use them utterly.

I seized a fistful Blondie’s golden curls and yanked her head back. At the same moment, I rammed my dick into her pussy. I slammed to the hilt in her cunt. Her pussy engulfed me. She gasped, her snatch squeezing around my cock.

My crotch smacked into her rump.

She gasped and realized the punishment wasn’t over. Just now pleasure and frustration would join the pain. Her blazing butt-cheeks jiggled as I drew back, her cunt clenching around my cock. Her juicy shaft stimulated me.

“Yeah, you like that cock in you,” I growled and slammed to the hilt in her.

“I do!” she moaned. “Oh, it’s a nice cock, sir. A very nice cock!”

“It’s the best cock, and you fucking know it, bitch!” hissed Clara, grinding her twat on Goth Girl’s mouth. “Fucking admit it!”

I slammed back into Blondie. My crotch smacked her butt-cheeks while her pussy clenched down around my cock. The pleasure of her hot pussy massaged me. The delight flowed down to me. She whimpered and moaned at the same time, experiencing pain and pleasure mixed together.

I fucked her hard, savoring her silky twat wrapped around my dick. The friction of her silky cunt melted down my cock to my balls. They cracked into her bush. Her hips rotated. Her tear-stained face shone in the mirror before her.

“Stare at your reflection and tell me what you see!” I groaned.

“A bitch being punished!” she whimpered. “A cunt who needs men to stare at her and who wants to cum! Please, please, can I cum on your cock. It’s amazing. It’s the best fucking dick in the world. I want to explode on it! I need to explode!”

“You can only cum when your new boyfriend lets you!” I growled.

She glanced at the watching men. “Is it one of them?” She squeezed her cunt around my dick. “Are you going to give me one of them? Please, please, I don’t care which one. I just want to cum. I fucking need to cum!”

“But don’t you need me to cum more? To make up for ruining my night?”

“Yes!” she gasped, squeezing her cunt around my dick. “Oh, sir, yes, yes, you have to spurt your jizz in me. Use me!”

“She’s a living Fleshlight!” moaned Clara. “Mmm yes, yes, and this one’s just a tongue for licking pussy. Oh, get that cum out of me. Then I’m going to drown on you.”

“Cum on her!” I growled, pumping away at Blondie. “You’re not a bitch, Clara.”

“I’m not!” she howled and threw back her head. It was clear she was cumming. Her pussy juices gushed out of her and Goth Girl licked them up.

I savored Blondie’s twat while I watched Clara’s round tits heaving. Her C-cups bounced as she thrashed. Her red hair danced around her ecstatic face. She kept a firm grip on Goth Girl’s head, holding the slut in place.

I grinned, thrusting faster, harder. My crotch smacked into Blondie’s punished ass again and again. I buried into her snatch and made her squeal in delight and gasp in pain in turns. She whimpered, moaned, her frustrated lusts mixed with Clara’s satiated delight.

“Drink up all that fucking cunt cream, whore!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes. Keep licking me. Work that tongue around in my twat. Ooh, you’re enjoying that cum. My pussy juices!”

“Yes,” Goth Girl moaned. “I’m so sorry.”

“Me, too!” howled Blondie. “Please, sir, cum in me! Dump all that jizz in me!”

“Getting there!” I growled, hammering her pussy hard.

Her juicy sheath felt so amazing about my dick. My balls smacked into her bush with thudding impacts. She squirmed over the counter, rubbing her tits into the Formica. She groaned and gasped. Her ruby-red butt-cheeks jiggled and bounced.

My balls grew tighter. My cum swelled in them. I would unleash so much jizz. I would flood the bitch. I buried into her juicy depths, the pressure reaching towards that explosive finish. I couldn’t last much longer.

“Fuck, yes!” Clara moaned, cumming another time. “You are apologizing with that tongue, skank! Ooh, drink my cream!”

“And let my pussy apologize to you, sir!” gasped Blondie. “Dump that jizz in me.”

“Fuck, yes!” I snarled.

“Flood the whore!” shouted from the guys.

“Baste the fucking slut!”

“She deserves it!”

“Fucking cow, trying to ruin your night! Fucking use her pussy as payment!”

“Every whore deserves that treatment!”

“Yes!” howled Blondie. “Oh, my God, I need my boyfriend. I need to cum. And so do you, sir!”

I slammed into her and erupted.

“Fucking whore!” I growled.

I pumped my jizz into her hot pussy. I didn’t care that she wasn’t getting what she needed. The release she craved. I was. That was what mattered. My balls erupted. So much cum fired out of my dick. Spurt after ecstatic spurt. Each one slammed rapture into my mind.

“Holy shit!!” Blondie gasped, her cunt squeezing around me. “No wonder you look pregnant, Clara! He fires so much fucking cum!”

“I know!” moaned the redhead, her voice thick with throaty pleasure. “Suck on my clit now, whore! Yes, yes. I’m fucking cumming again!”