Chapter 4: Candy Sweetbottom!!!

Continued from Chapter 3:

“Oh, Candy Sweetbottom, you just don't learn, do you?”

I feel two hands cup my pinkened bottom, spreading my cheeks apart. A long, feminine finger begins to tickle my puckered anus, the sensation sending a shiver up my spine.

“Since you insist on clinging to your old identity, we'll just have to make sure there's nothing left of Ero Apostasia.”

Katie giggles wickedly, reaching out to caress my now exposed bottom. Her fingers trace the curve of my buttocks, sending a wave of humiliation crashing over me.

“Look at that cute little pussy, Mom. All hairless, pink and twitching, just begging to be played with.”

She traces a finger along my anal bud teasingly, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

“Ready to admit who you really are, Candy? Or do you need more convincing?”

I lie still and say nothing. They can't make me say it. They won't make me say it. My body may be at their mercy, but my mind is still my own. I am Ero Apostasia, and no amount of **** will change that.

Chapter 4:

Bethanny Domin sighs heavily, shaking her head.

“Still being stubborn, I see. Very well, if you won't cooperate willingly, we'll just have to break you down piece by piece until there's nothing left of your old self.”

She nods to Katie, who grins mischievously and retrieves a large, phallic-shaped vibrator from a nearby drawer with a small jar of lubrication.

“Let's see how long you last with this buzzing away at your sensitive little clit, Candy Sweetbottom.” Katie switches on the toy, the low hum filling the air as she presses it firmly against my winking anus.

Mrs. Domin leans in close, her voice a menacing whisper.

“Scream for us, Candy. Let everyone hear what a ****, needy little slut you are for your own punishment. Beg us to let you cum like the filthy girl you are.”

I shudder as I feel a finger smear cold lubrication on my anal opening. Then something large and pliable enters me and begins to in and out. At first it hurts, but then it becomes quite pleasant. I want to be filled, need it actually. Maybe I can be a good girl. Maybe I should be Candy Sweetbottom. I lie still and allow myself to be violated.

Mrs. Domin watches with sadistic glee as the dildo plunges in and out of my tight hole, stretching me open.

“That's it, take it like the sassy little slattern you are. Your body knows its true purpose, even if your mind is still resisting.”

Katie gently slides the vibrator up and down the underside of my shaft, letting it come to rest at my tip, my meatus, before sliding back down so it stops at my perineum. Her other hand begins to spank me gently.

“Look at you, writhing on our fingers like a worm on a hook. Just give in, Candy Sweetbottom. Admit who you really are and we'll give you the release you so desperately crave.”

Bethanny Domin leans down to growl in my ear, her voice dripping with cruel promise.

“You're ours now, Candy. Our personal fucktoy to use as we please.” I only have time to register the cool wood of an ebony hairbrush before it rises and bites my naked, hairless bottom with an evil pop.

I am awash in a sea of sensations. The silicone phallus fills my tight, eager opening, sliding in and out, tapping against that sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside me. The vibrator hums against my throbbing shaft, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. And then there's the hairbrush, a relentless, searing pain painting my bottom a fiery shade of red.

“Who are you?” Bethanny Domin purrs, her voice a sultry whisper.

“Who are you?” Katie echoes, her tone playful yet firm.

The hairbrush continues its merciless dance on my tender flesh, each sharp crack sending jolts of painful pleasure through my body.

“Last chance, Candy Sweetbottom,” Bethanny coos. “Who are you? Say it, and we'll reward you with the release you so desperately need.” Her voice is a seductive promise, dripping with temptation.

Katie increases the pressure of the vibrator, grinding it against my most sensitive spots.

“Come on, baby girl, just give in. Be the sweet little girl we know you can be.” She punctuates her words with a particularly firm thrust of the dildo, hitting my prostate dead-on.

“Candy Sweetbottom,” I whisper, the name feeling both foreign and familiar on my lips.

“What did you say?” Bethanny asks, a cruel smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Speak up, naughty girl. I can't hear you.”

“Candy Sweetbottom!” I shout, my voice breaking as I burst into tears. Sobs rack my body, tears and snot mixing together, ruining my carefully applied makeup. “I am Candy Sweetbottom! I have never been anyone else. Candy! Candy! Candy! Sweetbottom!”

The women erupt in a gale of giggles. The spanking continues like a hurricane, the dildo pushed all the way in and left there. Katie redoubles her efforts with the vibrator, coaxing the first twitches of the biggest orgasm I've ever had.

“Don't you dare!” Bethanny shouts, her voice a sharp command.

“Don't you do it, Candy!” Katie yells, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Bethanny grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back painfully. She hisses in my ear,

“You don't get to cum yet, you naughty little puss. Not until we say so.”

She delivers a series of brutal spanks to my already throbbing bottom, each one sending fresh waves of agony through my nerves.

Katie grins wickedly, rubbing the vibrator in tight circles around the base of my shaft.

“Listen to you, squealing like your delicious Candy Sweetbottom squeal. You're loving this punishment, aren't you, Candy Sweetbottom?”

She pinches my nipple hard, twisting the sensitive bud.

“Beg for permission to cum like the **** sassy bitch you are. Convince us of how badly you need it.”

“Bethanny, Katie, please!” I beg, my voice **** and raw.

“Please give your Candy Sweetbottom release. I will be eternally in your service, your ****, your pantied-up Candy Sweetbottom forever if you will just let me cum."

"I don't care where, I don't care how. I'll cum however and wherever you wish. I won't let any of it go to waste. I'll even eat it. Please let your naughty Candy Sweetbottom come!”

Bethanny considers my **** pleas for a long moment, a cruel smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She exchanges a glance with Katie, who nods eagerly.

“Well, well, well. Looks like someone is finally learning their place.” She leans in close, her grip on my hair tightening painfully.

“You're going to cum hands-free, like the helpless little fucktoy you are. And you're going to thank us for every single second of pleasure we allow you.” She nods to Katie.

“Go ahead, honey. Edge our precious Candy Sweetbottom until she's a babbling, incoherent mess. Don't let her cum until I give the word.”

“We should tie her first, Momma. We're going to want complete control of every step of her nasty cummies.”

Bethanny’s eyes light up with wicked delight at Katie's suggestion.

“Oh, you're absolutely right, darling. We need to ensure our little Candy Sweetbottom doesn't try anything funny during her big moment.”

She claps her hands together excitedly.

“Quick, fetch the satin bondage ties from the closet. Let's bind our precious pet nice and tight.”

As Katie scurries off to retrieve the bindings, Bethanny keeps me pinned in place, her nails digging into my scalp.

“You heard your Mistress, Candy Sweetbottom. Count yourself lucky we're going to such lengths to control your impending orgasm. Most naughty girls don't get this level of attention.”

She licks her lips, eyeing me hungrily.

“Now, let's get you trussed up like the gift you are, shall we?”

The silk bondage ties render me helpless, bound on my forearms and knees, spread open before them, with my pleated skirt pulled up and my panties still bunched up in the hollows of my knees. Bethanny pats my helpless behind, her touch possessive.

“Don't go anywhere, Sweet Candy. Katie and I are going to get changed, into something a little more comfortable for us and a little less comfortable for you...”

She chuckles darkly, admiring my bound form, drinking in the sight of my vulnerability.

“Become one with the satin, sweet Candy. Relax and let it hold you in place. This is just the beginning of your night of debauchery.”

She runs a possessive hand over my upturned bottom, spanking the punished flesh.

“After all, someone needs to keep our naughty Candy Sweetbottom in line. We are going to make your bottom very sweet indeed.” She leans down to murmur in my ear, her hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

To be continued in chapter 5...