Make the attempt

No. She can't do this. Not after everything else. As Trish pulls Bethany in for a kiss you pull yourself up. As she starts groping Beth's perky bum you slam the closet door open and march out.

"Jane?" asks Bethany. "But, but Trish said..."

"Yeah, I can guess what Trish said. But the truth is she's been keeping me here. Locked up and knocked up cause she doesn't believe this is hers" you shout, pointing at your belly.

Bethany's jaw drops and she looks back and forth between you and Trish.

"Why don't you shut your cheating mouth?" asks Trish as she tightens her grip on Beth.

"I didn't <smack> CHEAT <slam> on YOU <crash>!" you say as you start punching her, knocking Trish into a wall as Bethany loses her balance and falls on the bed.

Unfortunately that's about all you manage. Trish may be surprised, but she's a lot stronger than you. Once she has you by the wrists she drags you to the bed and cuffs you to the headboard. It's not the first time you've been cuffed like this and you already know there's no way out so you just start crying.

"Woah, wait, stop" says Bethany.

"It's okay Beth, it's okay." Trish starts comforting Beth and as you cry you curse the fact that it's Beth. You know that Zoey, Hanna and certainly Felicia would never listen to an 'it's okay' after seeing that. But there's a good chance Bethany is going to stop and listen. You try to **** out your side of things, but you're too messed up. While you sob you hear Trish explaining what you've done.

At the end Bethany says "But still, poor Jane" almost in a whisper.

"Poor Jane. Yeah, poor Jane taking all those guys out. Poor cheating bitch getting a big belly after she rode too many cocks."

"I dihdaaant" you wail with your face buried in the pillow.

"She lies and she lies Beth. I'm sure you know enough girls at school just like that."

"I never though Jane..."

"Me either" says Trish. "Now come on. You don't need to deal with all this. I thought she'd be reasonable today but she decides to hide in the closet and drop all this on you."

"You said - you said!" you cry, but there's no way Beth will believe it. That you'd hide yourself in the closet on Trish's orders? What kind of crazy woman would do that?

"Just wait one sec and I'll be right with you" says Trish, all smiles. From the distance you can tell she must have lead Beth to the front door.

As soon as it closes she races back, rips open the bedside cabinet and has the ball gag on you before you can say a thing. "Aren't you a little bitch?" she whispers menacingly in your ear as she locks it shut. "I've been working so hard to get a nice, faithful girlfriend and you pull this shit?" She reaches under your sweater and rubs the swell of your gravid belly. "I wanted you to share in the joy of Beth's first time, I wanted to be nice to you for once. She was starting to remind me of the good old times."

All you can do is weep.

She keeps rubbing your stomach, her hand drifting closer and closer to your sex. Still too far away to be pleasurable, but your traitorous cunt starts leaking as if it's begging for another visit from Trish's hefty cock. She pulls out a little box and pops it open, revealing a lovely silver necklace with beautiful, shining blue stones. "I'm giving Bethany this tonight. Guess I won't get to fuck her tonight but we'll be out having an ice cream or watching a movie. Girlfriend stuff."

By now you're out of tears.

"I thought we could share. You could Jill yourself off while I broke in a fresh pussy but you had to spoil everything, just like you always do. I've been taking it easy on you, but since you want to show me just how different you are from a good girl like Beth I'll leave you with this." She drops something on the pillow and walks away.

You hear her say "Sorry about that" and then Bethany says something you can't make out. "Yeah, yeah, she gets like this sometimes..." and they're out of earshot.

You rub your face against the pillow until you wipe away the tears and can see again. The thing she left on the pillow? Your old cell phone.

It rings. You almost want to cry more now. It rings again and you don't really know why, but you answer it by rubbing your nose against the screen.

"Hi there precious" says that oh so familiar voice. "How's it going? I know I haven't been talking to you much recently, but I have had some really interesting conversations with your girlfriend. Or is it ex-girlfriend now? She's so pissed that she might finally listen to the advice I gave her about how to deal with fat sluts like you."

You moan past the ball gag, the thought of Trish leaving you still more painful than anything else.

"Well maybe if you're really good, hmmm? Maybe all will be forgiven when you pop out her little bundles of joy. Or maybe if you just follow instructions she'll start treating you right." There's a pregnant pause. "Or maybe you're **** enough to ask me. Maybe you're willing to spin the wheel and ask for my help?"