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It wasn't supposed to be like that
The breaking of the Batgirl
(true, chastity, threesome, creampie, oral, foursome, rough, belted, impact play, choking, fisted)
It's almost indescribable the freedom you feel when being released from chastity. For a month my cunt was denied me, always in my belt, except when Jack showered me. Only he could touch my cunt then, only he could clean it. I wasn't trusted, he held the key, the control of my wet hole, both removing its control over me yet making it the only thing I could think about. I couldn't touch my body, yet I caught myself grinding on the couch, anything, in a useless attempt to scratch an itch less than an inch away. Yet, it might as well have been miles.
I still had purpose and uses. I was still a urinal, my belly warmed by his piss. His friends still used me, Baxter used me, even he did once. Anal every time. Rough often, until tears ran down my face and bowel movements made me cry. Even orgasmed a couple times from it, rare anal orgasms, the only two times I came during the month. Down from basically daily to nothing. I caught covid, making the month slightly more bearable and much, much worse. The final weeks dragged by with no energy, hidden from my family most of the time. Masked the rest. Sometimes the horniness was unbearable, but still, I couldn't touch myself. I couldn't cum. Heather did. Jack fucked her several times, her cunt was warm for him, while mine drooled uselessly. I didn't even get to watch, he was often at her place, and even at home I still faced the wall until it was time to clean them up. The only way to taste his cum was to taste her juices mixed with them.
So Friday night came and I didn't know what was planned. He came home. With Heather. She ate with us while I sat, still locked up. The kids liked the extra company and while I played with them, I was jealous, as she was there for Jack. One last bit of fun before my punishment ended. The kids were put to bed and I half expected to do a show to help them warm up, but no. They started without me while I put the kids away. Stripping down to only my belt, I went into the bedroom and faced the wall. There, I was told to watch them. I was even told I could touch myself, everything but my cunt, still trapped behind stainless steel. I fingered my ass and pulled my nipples, debasing myself as they made out, slow fucked, kissing. Eventually, Jack pressed deep, filling her. I cleaned him up, then her. My head was pressed down and I ate her pussy until it was clean, then as she wrapped her legs tight, I kept at it, licking and rubbing her clit until she shuddered as well.
My work done, I expected to be kicked to the guest bedroom. But Jack kissed me, softly, gently. Heather's hands ran over my body. Exploring me as Jack got the key, freeing me. I cried as they both touched me, it felt so good. I felt I had value again. I kissed him deeply as they pulled me up on the bed, parting my legs. Jack didn't fuck me but Heather returned the favor. As Jack and I made out, her tongue deftly explored my cunt and quite easily brought out an overwhelming orgasm from me in minutes. I wanted to go again, but instead, we slept under the sheets, a messy naked throuple for the moment. At some point, early in the morning, she headed out. Leaving me and Jack to sleep together until the morning. Until it was time for Saturday to start in earnest.
The kids were picked up fairly early, hugged and kissed as Pam took them off. Beyond my morning ritual of being Jack's urinal, nothing else happened. I wasn't allowed to touch myself, but I was allowed to be nude, collared, not a cute one, but the heavy steel one with my name on it. Cunt. Heels again, the first time in a month, they hurt my feet but I felt pretty. Hair made-up, makeup, I felt real again. Not pretending to be something I wasn't. The beautiful blonde cunt staring back at me was my truth. Last but not least, my plug was in me. I cleaned the house that way, feeling more alive than at any point in the past month. I knew company was coming. Around 10 AM, Jack took me downstairs. Padded leather cuffs graced my wrists and ankles. Arms cuffed tight behind my back. A spreader bar between my legs. A dildo gag in my mouth left me drooling, smearing my fresh lipstick. My plug was discarded as I knelt on a soft cushioned pad near the drain on the floor. Plastic covered it in case, no, when I made a mess. I smiled when Jack hit me, once, then twice. I wanted to kiss him so bad. Then toys were inserted as I bent over for him. First, a vibrating anal plug. Then my cunt got the Lovesense Lush vibrator. My wrists and ankles were connected, arched backward. It didn't hurt. At first.
My first orgasm made my back scream. Since covid, my endurance had been shit, and I felt tired after that one. For the next hour or so, he'd randomly send thrills through my body. The next hour, he strapped my Hitachi knockoff against me and left me there. I came like crazy, pissed myself, and cried. I was limp from exhaustion and overwhelmed before Tony and Kevin got there at noon. I was freed, briefly washed off from where I had peed myself. But otherwise, they started on me immediately. Taking turns, pushing me around, choking me, gagfucking me, groping, slapping, and punching me. I was in heaven but I already felt dead. An empty, exhausted shell.
And still, I came. I came when Tony fucked me like a dog on the floor, hitting my back and head. When Jack folded me up and made me feel little all over again. When Kevin slammed me again and again against the wall as he reamed my aching cunt. After a month of no attention, I was numb from an overabundance of it. I couldn't take anymore. I was so very wrong.
Cum filled as my cunt was, they still had pep, energy to spare. Lube dumped on their hands and in my cunt, fingers worked in, my cunt went from a month of being ignored to fisted again. Gently, at first, Jack worked me, stretching me out. It hurt a bit, but I've long since been trained and 30 days of disuse wasn't enough to hide what my hole could do. Once warmed up, he got started. One hand on my throat, blood choking as he pumped his hand in me. I shuddered again as I dropped out. I think he did it multiple times, he and Tony both. I'm not sure, I just know I was very confused, couldn't think, one second Jack was pumping inside me, and the next Tony was spitting on my face as he wrecked my cunt. Kevin finished me off, slam fisting me so much I sobbed from the pain of my cervix getting "kissed" so many times. And yet, I still came. Gaped, limp on my side, they took a break.
And as they took a break, smoking cigars and having a beer, letting me wash down ashes with their piss, the belt was brought out. I thought they were going to beat me with it. My body ached to feel it. Even my hands and feet would have craved the touch of it. But they didn't. Jack removed my vertical hood and I understood then what was going to happen.
I screamed. I screamed so fucking hard because my cunt could still feel. I tried to count, but around 50 I faltered. I could barely breathe. They took turns slapping my cunt with leather again and again. Swollen, puffy, red, raw, they only stopped when I was bleeding. Nothing serious, just belted raw until the skin was wet with red from a dozen or more tiny spots of red smeared over my skin. I curled up, holding my sex. I wanted to call red and stop it all. I couldn't take any more.
Jack spread me, kissed me, and I let him have me. It hurt and he wasn't gentle except for his kisses. He fucked me again as hard as he could on the floor. Finished inside me, slapped me, and left. Tony choked me hard throughout, air-choked, never fully out but always needing a breath. Even when he let go I couldn't get enough. I don't even remember him finishing. Just suddenly, Kevin was there, crushing me under him. I held him tight and shuddered and then I was out of it. They played and used me more, but I just took it. I didn't participate. I had no energy at all. Jack showered me and put me in bed and other than waking twice, I slept from about 5 pm until 11 am the next day. Even then, I was wiped.
I remember Jack fucking me at some point that night, slow, needing to fill me with his love. And sometime that morning I was pulled over and drank his piss. Then only him waking me at 11 did I finally get out of bed. It hurt to walk and my crotch was swollen. I had small squares on me, taped on, with antibiotics. Jack has taken care of me at some point and I didn't even remember it. Sunday was a slow day, tired, he watched the kids while I dozed. Took a long bath before bed. Then, he spread me again, slowly kissing me, as we made proper love. I fell asleep in his arms. Given purpose and back where I belonged.
Once upon a time, there was a very smart, but very stupid little woman. She was a broken thing, damaged, with no self-control, and was a ball of mental issues and addictions. She craved attention from bad men, men who wanted to touch and do things to her and she wanted it as well. Those men made her feel alive and validated. Accepted for who and what she was. But for girls like that, life is often harsh and brutal. Girls like that may live long lives, but they rarely live happy ones, much less have happy endings.
But, through fate or destiny, this very smart, but very stupid little woman was different. Defying all odds, she found her Prince Charming, who saw what she was and accepted it. Molded her, improved her, and saved her life. Because despite all the bad men who wanted to play with her and break her, the most dangerous thing to her was herself.
He didn't only protect her and teach her, her Prince Charming made her his Princess and gave her the greatest gift of all, two perfect little children. And if the world was fair, if the Princess had not been both very smart and very stupid, perhaps the story could have ended there. But it couldn't because, as always, there was an obstacle threatening everything she loved.
Despite having a beautiful castle, two wonderful children, a magnificent steed, and her perfect Prince, she chaffed. She itched, writhed, and shook as thoughts and compulsions ran through her. Most were harmless and when they got bad, her Prince helped her through them, but again and again, she made bad choices. She didn't ask for help, she didn't talk, she was selfish and would later be punished. She should have learned but the stupid part of her was very, very stupid and she listened to it more and more, endangering everything she had. Her Prince was patient, understanding of her struggles, and did his best, but his Princess could be so very fucking stupid.
And then one day, the very smart but very stupid Princess did something monumentally stupid. She let her brains drip out between her legs and listened to every bad thought than ran out of her soaked hole. The men she was allowed to chat with online were played with and she let them tell her to do nasty things. She did them all, happily, eagerly, lustfully, breaking the rules she had with her Prince. She played with the men for over two hours, degrading and delighting in their use of her as she came and came again in her bedroom. She was a wanton slut and for that time, nothing else mattered.
Not even her children.
As the Princess entertained the men, strangers she had never met, she touched herself and orgasmed, again and again, cunt brained and needy as her kids played alone in the living room. They were fine. No harm came to them. But that wasn't what was important. That wasn't what mattered. Indeed, outside of the Prince, they were the only things that should have mattered. The Princess knew she had seriously fucked up. She was terrified as she called her Prince and awaited him. She had everything a Princess could want and she kept trying to throw everything away.
When he got home, she saw something in her Prince she had never seen. Fury. He hurt her but it was nothing compared to what she felt inside and it was almost a relief as he beat her. Because him doing nothing would have been the worst for her. Afterward, he eventually cleaned her up. But he wasn’t disappointed in her. Her Prince was angry. About everything, but mostly the kids. Her most precious gift to him and her most special duty and she had abandoned it, however briefly. For days, he didn’t punish the Princess because he didn’t trust himself and he wouldn’t abandon his duty in anger as she had in lust.
When the weekend came, the Prince had an idea. The Princess had been made pretty by her punishment, wearing blacks and blues on her body. And though pretty, those marks kept her inside, away from the public. But the Prince had planned on taking their wonderful children out for the day as the weather was perfect. So, since his wife had betrayed his trust, he took a friend of theirs both, the Maiden. The Maiden was happy to help and knew she was there as much for the children as to punish the Princess. The Maiden openly kissed the Prince and they both spoke of the fun they would have with the kids at the park. The Princess could only watch as they left her alone in the castle to stew in her own thoughts and suffer the consequences of her failure.
Later, the Ebony knight stopped by their castle. The Princess let the Knight in and they chatted. She had been shared on multiple occasions with the Knight, but only with permission from her Prince. She was happy to have his company and the conversation but was startled when the Ebony Knight kissed her. She told him no, but he was much larger and stronger than her and her body still ached from her punishment. The Princess screamed as she was bent over a table, held against her will, as the Ebony Knight thrust his sword into her. She was shamed by her wetness but she wanted to be good and struggled until she was exhausted and laid there limply as she was used. Tears ran down the Princess’s face, and another failure racked up as the Ebony Knight spilled his seed inside her. He pulled her up, holding her as she was limp against him. He then told her the truth.
She could now be freely used by him, whenever he wanted. Just like with Bodyguard. And just like with the Bodyguard, she had been told only after they had taken the first taste of their new freedom. She was muted but nodded at her new reality. As cum dripped out her cunt, the Princess dressed as the Ebody Knight informed her of the rest of her day. She was to be escorted to the Bodyguard’s house, to celebrate the day with him and their friends. She was brought there and quickly stripped. She wasn’t treated as a Princess, for why should she? She had all but thrown that away. So instead, they treated her as what she wanted to be. A cunt, nothing more, and they fed her addictions.
Throughout the rest of the day, for the next ten hours, they feasted upon her and let her feast upon them. They gave the Princess every manner of drink and drug they had, drowned her in their piss and cum, fucking every part of her body and holes. Alcohol ran down her chest, filled her ass, candy was snorted through her nose, and strange pills were taken eagerly. Part of her never wanted it to stop. She got that day everything she could have wanted. Almost everything. By the end of the night, she was barely conscious, could barely think, so drugged she couldn’t walk without help. Every need of hers had been fed as the Bodyguard returned her to her Castle.
Escorted inside, she was brought before the Prince. He was naked, as was the Maiden. And she was to perform for them, now the Jester, the Fool. Baxter the four-legged was brought in, and as her Prince and the Maiden kissed and touched one another, she performed with Baxter, watched in the beginning, then ignored. As the Princess, now the Jester, the Joke, wiped her mouth, she listened to what she really wanted, truly needed, moan as he and the Maiden pleasured one another. She heard the snoring on the monitor of the children who had spent the entire day away from her. As she was banished to the servants' quarters, she slowly understood through her drunken mind, the point of the day. She could have all the drugs, all the sex and use she could want. Or she could have her Prince and her children. What she craved or what was truly important. She passed out drunk, smelling of dog, with those thoughts in her mind.
The next day, warnings were given. She could be stupid and throw everything away or she could embrace the life and love she had been given. She would be punished more. But the choice, perhaps the final choice, was hers. She looked down at the Royal Proclamation he had written. Ten rules for a very smart, but incredibly stupid Princess.
The first would be easy at the start. For the next month, the Princess would not be allowed to touch herself nor bring herself to orgasm. Indeed, the only way she would be touched was to use her mouth or her ass. Her cunt was denied to everyone, most of all to herself.
The second rule decreed that the Princess would only sleep in the servants' quarters. For the next month, she could not sleep in the Prince’s bed. More so, the Princess would sleep in a bed fit for animals.
Thirdly, befitting her new station and bedding, she was to serve Baxter at night if he wanted, in a manner that fit the time available to them.
The fourth condition said, at any time, the Bodyguard or the Ebony Knight could use the Princess in any manner they saw fit, save one. Her cunt was to be untouched.
The fifth stripped the Princess of her title and name. Any time the kids were absent or sleeping, the Princess would only be known as “it” or “cunt”. It deserved no other name.
The sixth point hurt it. Until it was healed and could be seen properly in public, the Maiden would take its place and role. It would not be bruised to extend the time before it could be in public, but its Prince would use the Maiden in every way it was used until then. Behind closed doors, he would remain using the Maiden or whatever women he wanted as well if the opportunity arose, to remind the cunt that anyone could be replaced.
The seventh condition melded with the sixth. Any time the Prince had sex, it was to be present for it. Not to participate or even watch. It would instead face the corner and listen to what was denied it. After they were done, it would clean the Prince’s cock and the Maiden’s pussy. And if the Maiden needed a urinal, it would serve as one for her as well.
Eighth, it was to be denied its Princess adornments. It would be dressed as a peasant or a common slave. Nothing more, plain, with no jewelry.
Ninth, it would accept that it was a selfish and incredibly stupid cunt of a woman. That it fully deserved its punishments for breaking multiple rules, greatest among them putting itself and its cunt ahead of its own children. It would be happy that it had a forgiving owner and Prince who would allow it to return once its punishment was over, only on the condition that it worked to make itself better, not for itself, but for its family.
Lastly, it would play no more with those in the kingdom. The population knew they are not to play with it, even if it begged them to. They should only call it a “Stupid cunt” and tell it to call on its owner. It should be referred to the population only as cunt or it.
mostly with itself, it accepted its fate, and it hoped one day it would
be good enough to be a Princess again and maybe, just maybe, one day be
worthy of a happy ending.
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That mood stalks me, follows me throughout the day, as my scent eggs it on. It knows I'm damaged goods, meat ready to be devoured. Too weak to fight, dripping before I'm touched or hurt, only needing the promise of abuse to tingle. And then, perched high, seeing its prey, it pounces on me and I drop. The good part of me, the respectable parts, they drown almost instantly in the flood of need that overcomes me. My hands shake as I message Jack and tell him my thoughts as they drool down my legs. I taste them and they are delicious. I behave, the clock taking an eternity to tick one minute forward, each second an eon. I chew my lip, distracting myself briefly to an unsatisfying orgasm and a long warm, and wet tongue. A poor appetizer for tonight.
Eventually, Jack pulls up as does Tony. I'm giddy as my emotions and need ping pong around inside me. The kids are happy as Tony tells them hi and swings them playfully about. Jack pulls me into the bathroom. I smile, excited, assuming the position when I'm slapped hard. Once, twice, then I'm told to calm down. Shaking, I nod. Then my head is pushed down and he relieves himself in his urinal and I swallow his warmth. I wait in the bathroom when he leaves and Tony comes in and does the same. His bladder is full, sour and bitter, but my stomach takes it all. And then, we make dinner.
I help with the sides as Jack grills some burgers and we all sit down and eat. My cheeks are warm, even warmer from the sun, as the kids play in the backyard afterward. I clean the dishes as he cleans the grill, the adults enjoying some beers as lightning bugs are chased by children. Then, the kids are washed, made or helped to brush their teeth, and then put to bed with The Flea's Sneeze.
And then I go to the basement with my boys. They are already ready, enjoying their drinks, and offer me one as well. I have a shot, then another, before taking a bump that was offered. The slink is out, lube, but first I put on a show for them. I don't want them to see me as a person right now. I want to be a bitch, a cunt, an animal for them to use. So I show them my truth. I kneel behind Baxter, reaching under him, stroking him, and rub his hairy belly as my tongue explores his ass. It should be degrading and humiliating, but I feel their eyes and I feel him tense as my tongue probes him. I do it all without hesitation or guilt. Then I lower my head and as he grows, I take the red into my mouth, only briefly. I want to be mounted like a common bitch in heat. Watching Jack and Tony, Baxter mounts me, as I reach back to help guide him in. He's so excited he keeps missing, but once planted he locks in and I'm his. Furious thrusts feel good, copious amounts of pre cum feel better, as they strip and stroke their cocks as they watch me dehumanize myself. Before long, pressure builds and we're locked together as heat fills me, wishing I could be bred.
As we are bound and facing opposite directions, waiting for him to slip out, Tony comes over and slaps me hard. He pees on me and my hair is slick with his scent. I moan, rubbing my swollen hole as Jack starts lubing up the toy. When Baxter pulls free, a rush of cum spurts to the floor and I lower my head to clean it. As I do, lubed fingered prepare me, before I'm told to roll on my back. I hold my legs as the slink is worked in, inch by inch, one foot, then two, all coiled within my guts. Then Jack pees on me as well, soaking every inch my worthless body. He steps on my gut, pressing down, as I drop my legs and look at him. He sees the wild in me, then steps on my tits, my head, pressing it hard against the floor. Tony kicks me in the side, then in the cunt, and that's all I need to start begging.
I'm manhandled hard between the two of them, the only breaks I get are to push the slink back in my ruined ass. Tony pulls me up on my hands and knees and between his fingers, a double-ended dildo, and his cock, he abuses my throat until I get sick. My face is rubbed in it, then he uses my throat again until he cums, my voice raw. Jack fists my cunt, before pulling out the slink. I feel so empty as the hated toy is shoved in. A fleshlight in my ass, the only way I'll ever be tight again, fucked, reeking of bile and piss. He cums in it, then pulls it out and swings it at me, cum smacking me in the face but not the toy. Then my ass is fisted by both of them, alternating, until I'm gaped, ruined, and exhausted. I'm kicked on my sides, then a belt kisses my cunt repeatedly until I scream and go limp. Vibrating plugs go in both holes, I'm cuffed and left chained to the wall, no longer needed. I cum and cum again until I go numb.
Sometime later, I don't know when, Jack comes down. I'm barely aware. I don't feel anything yet everything aches. I'm carried up the stairs to the hot bath that is waiting, while he goes downstairs to clean. I soak, barely awake, until he comes up, washing and kissing me, giving me my paci. Then I'm dried off and carried to bed and in seconds, I'm out until morning. I wake once, spooned tight, still sucking on my pacifier, as I wiggle in even tighter against him, held and safe where I belong.
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