JUDY’S POV
“Look what you made me do, Judy…”
I stood there in my room, feeling utterly humiliated, my heart heavy with emotions I could not quite place. The tears burned at the back of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I was so angry, and yet there was a deep ache in my chest I could not ignore.
My hands trembled as I clutched my thighs, trying desperately to keep myself together. How had everything gotten so messed up?
“Chris…”
I called out trying to turn, but he restrained my movement. He held me by the nape of the neck and pushed me gently against the wall. At least, he did not shove me into the wall hurting my face. The warm concrete against his cold demeanour made my stomach churn.
“You want to look at me, Judy?”
I stayed quiet.
“Answer me!”
“Y-yes.”
I had no idea why I said that but I regretted instantly.
Now, as I stood in front of him, I felt like I was looking at a stranger. His cold eyes pierced through me, filled with a level of disdain I had not seen before. His anger was sharp, a jagged edge that cut deeper than I ever imagined it could. How had we gone from being inseparable to this?
It was not the marks themselves that caused the burning shame to spread through me. No, it was the way he looked at me, as though this was something I deserved.
There was no empathy, no understanding in his expression—just a cold, calculated assessment. I could not bear it.
He stepped back, his gaze scanning me with a clinical detachment.
“Now enough! Turn your ass to me!”
He twirled me quite violently and I found myself facing the wall yet again. I could feel his eyes lingering for a moment longer on the faint red marks on my skin left by his belt.
However, he gently touched the bruise, as if some unseen force had taken hold of him, shifting from his fiery anger to a surprising tenderness.
All of a sudden, I felt his finger slide into my panties making its way to my vaginal entrance.
“No! Chris! Please, no!”
Even though I was scared of him or what he might do to me, I could not let him know my secret. I never wanted Chris in this way; I had always dreamt about him making love to me. What he was doing to me was not love, but something demonic. It felt more like a ritual before getting sacrificed.
Chris was quite brawny and his finger was big compared to my petite stature and feeling his finger at my entrance made me panic. I was a virgin and to be honest, I had preserved myself for him.
“Chris… Please, let me go.”
Unfortunately, he paid no heed to my pleas. Instead, he inserted one of his fingers inside.
“You’re such a fucking slut! Look how wet you’re and you want me to let you go?”
Gosh! He found out my secret and now I was more shameful than before. I sensed that my body was betraying me and instead of me having control over it, it had given the power to Chris.
But why was he calling me a slut?
“Please… Don’t…”
The more I protested, the more he increased the speed of his finger playing with my clit, urging me to come for him.
“I’m not leaving until you cum for me, slutty Judy.”
How dare he call me that? What did he say? Cum for him?
“No, Chris. Please, let me go.”
“I can let you and your family leave this very instant if you want to disobey me!”
I felt more pressure inside as if, he was determined to hurt me if ever I refused to comply. He was so serious that I had to obey him. I could not believe that he was blackmailing me in this manner.
“I want you to cum for me, slutty Judy.”
This time, he was not harsh, but thrust his finger in a pleasurable manner. First pain, and now pleasure. What game was he playing? I closed my eyes and I could feel the tears burning my eyes.
However, now my mouth was betraying me. None of my body parts was cooperating with me. A moan escaped from my mouth as I felt Chris’ cold finger arousing every inch of me.
At that instant, he removed his finger before I could come and just when I thought this nightmare was over, he wet his finger and brought it to my pussy, doing his best to make me cum. The wet finger was a bigger torture, yet so pleasurable.
“Come for me, slutty Judy.”
I could not do it instantly. Whenever he would call me a slut, that was the time I would not be able to bring myself to do as he wished.
It seemed that he could sense my retraction.
“Think of your family! I don’t have time to waste like this, slutty Judy.”
This time, his tone carried a sense of impatience and authority. I had to do it fast and get away from him as soon as possible.
In no time, I cummed on his finger. While it was a great release for me, I regretted coming for him while he was shaming me.
“Good bitch!”
Then he removed his finger, grabbed the tissue from bedside table and wiped all of my cum.
“If you weren’t the slut you’re, I would have licked your cum off my finger… But you don’t deserve it, slutty Judy.”
I turned to him and I could see how satisfied he was bringing me to such a lowly level. While I was catching on my breath, he stood there watching me.
Suddenly, his voice broke through the silence, sharp and unwavering.
“Stay away from Jason,” he said, each word striking like a blow.
His tone was so final, so commanding, as if he had any right to tell me what to do.
“If I see you with him again, it’ll be worse next time.”
I stood frozen, the weight of his words crashing down on me. My heart pounded in my chest, and for a moment, I felt like I could not breathe. What was happening to him?
His words hung in the air, harsh and unforgiving. It was as if a different person stood before me, someone I didn’t recognise.
I opened my mouth to speak, to ask him why he was doing this, to demand an explanation. But the words wouldn’t come. My throat closed up, and I felt like I was suffocating in the space between us.
Chris was taking great pleasure in my discomfort, in my pain. The thought of it made the tears burn even more, yet I refused to let them fall. Not here. Not now.
Ultimately, he left the room without looking back at me. While it was such a relief, his hurtful words still bothered me. Immediately, I rushed to the bathroom to clean myself washing the humiliation. Even water could do no good to me.
Every time I would touch myself, it would remind me of Chris’ mortifying behaviour would make me shiver. Even the tears wouldn’t stop.
Finally, I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts racing.
I could not imagine what would have happened if I had refused his command. My father who had been working so hard would have lost everything in one shot. Anyone getting fired from Chris Stanley would have no chance to work anywhere.
How about our education and our dreams? Chris very well knew that if he would kick us out, neither me nor my sister would be able to complete our studies and fulfil our dreams.
As I tried to make sense of it, I could not help but wonder what had changed him. Then, my mind inevitably went to Jason. I had never imagined Chris would react this way to me spending time with him. It was supposed to be innocent—just a dance, a simple evening—but Chris had turned it into something far more.
The person I had trusted most in the world had become a shadow, and I was not sure how to reach Chris, if that was even possible anymore.
Yet, something kept nagging at me. How could I derive any sort of pleasure from the pain he inflicted on me? How can shame bring me pleasure? Was it because Chris had inflicted me with pain and then made me reach my climax.
Despite he kept calling me slut, I still cummed for him as he wanted. I hated myself for giving in so easily and he got away satisfied with this sadomasochistic behaviour.
JUDY’S POVI had not slept well at all since last night. The events that had unfolded were still replaying in my mind, keeping me restless and uneasy. My body ached for rest, but the weight of the day pulled me out of bed. I did not feel like getting up, especially not for school, but I knew I had no choice. Today was not just another ordinary day—it was crucial because of the rehearsal with my group.Singing had been a passion of mine for as long as I could remember. From a young age, I was drawn to music, and my love for it led me to enrol in singing classes. It did not take long for my teacher to notice my vocal ability, and she made sure I was integrated into the group. I was the lead singer, and together, our group had gone on to win several competitions. It was something I was incredibly proud of, and it had become a significant part of my life.Today’s rehearsal was important for more than just the usual practice. With everything that had happened recently, I needed the distra
CHRIS’ POVAfter meting out a punishment for Judy, I retired to my room, a sense of satisfaction washing over me.I had taken a dark satisfaction in humiliating her. Did she truly believe I would let her and her family walk away without exacting my revenge?By now, Judy might have realised that I was not the same Chris she had known. The other Chris was soft-hearted, naive and her best friend who would have never hurt her. Alas! Things were different now. The anger and hatred seething in my heart were relentless, consuming every corner of my being like a fire that refused to die down. It wasn’t just a fleeting emotion; it was a storm brewing within me, dark and unyielding, pushing aside any remnants of the person I used to be. Each thought of her and what had transpired stoked the flames further, feeding a bitterness that felt as if it had been etched into my very soul.It was an unbearable heaviness, pressing against my chest, making it hard to breathe. The hate wasn’t just directe
JUDY’S POVAfter witnessing the unsettling scene between Chris and Katarina, I made up my mind to steer clear of him altogether. Avoidance seemed like the safest option, considering what he had done to me. The memories of his actions haunted me, and I couldn’t help but wonder: was this who he truly was now? Did he treat Katarina—or any other girl—the same way he had treated me?The thought gnawed at me, a mix of curiosity and unease twisting in my stomach. It wasn’t as though I had ever seen him with someone else, at least not in the past. Chris wasn’t the type to flaunt relationships or bring anyone to his place.It had always been just the two of us back when things were different, when we were closer than anyone could understand. His home had been a second sanctuary for me, a place where I thought I was safe. Now, the memory of those moments felt distant, almost surreal, like a story from someone else’s life.I wondered if Katarina, with her bold confidence and relentless charm, h
JUDY’S POVThe belt struck my hands with a force that sent a searing jolt of pain through my entire body. My reflexive cry echoed in the empty classroom, tears streaming down my cheeks as the agony spread like fire under my skin. I clenched my fists, trembling, trying desperately to hold back the sobs threatening to consume me. But it was no use. Each strike was more unbearable than the last. I could feel the tears soaking the blindfold. I believed he was satisfied seeing me in this state. But my voice was trembling with hurt and disbelief. “Why?” I choked out, barely able to form words over the lump in my throat. “Why are you doing this to me, Chris?”He didn’t answer. The silence was heavier than the pain he inflicted. His cold, detached demeanour was a stranger's—a cruel figure who bore no resemblance to the Chris I had once cared for so deeply. "Chris!" I cried again, louder this time, desperation lacing every syllable. "Please, just tell me what I did! Why do you hate me so m
CHRIS’ POV“You think you’re so innocent,” I said, my voice low but sharp, cutting into me like a blade. Since she kept demanding an answer, her tear-filled eyes pleading for a reason I couldn’t disclose, I found myself cornered. I had to say something to deflect her relentless questioning, though the truth was far too complicated and raw to share. So, I chose the easiest path—a lie. Or at least, it felt like one. But was it really?In my mind, I rationalized it. She had disobeyed me. She had gone back to Jason, despite everything, despite the unspoken boundaries I thought we had established. That blatant disregard, that choice to stand beside someone I couldn’t stand, made her actions feel like a betrayal. In my anger, I labelled her choices as something more: shameless, disloyal, and yes—slutty.“You walk around like the world revolves around you,” I continued. The more hurt she was, the more peaceful I was.“What are you talking about?” Judy had asked, her voice rising in frustr
JUDY’S POVAfter escaping from Chris, I found myself collapsing into a secluded corner of the campus, my body trembling with sobs. Hot tears cascaded down my cheeks, and my hand throbbed painfully from the ordeal I had endured. But it wasn’t just the physical pain—it was the emotional agony that clawed at me relentlessly. My heart felt as though it had been ripped apart, leaving behind a gaping wound that refused to close.As I sat there, choking on the weight of my emotions, my mind drifted to the past. The memories of Chris and me—of laughter, warmth, and moments of genuine connection—played like an unrelenting film reel in my head. Those memories, once a source of comfort, now felt like cruel reminders of what we had lost. How had things come to this? How had the boy who once made me feel safe become the source of my deepest pain?I couldn’t let it go unanswered. The confusion and torment were suffocating, and I needed clarity, no matter how painful the truth might be. Resolving
JUDY’S POVAfter leaving the library, my mind was in turmoil. My encounter with Chris had left me shattered, his cruel words replaying in my head like a broken record. I couldn’t understand why he had become so hateful, why he felt the need to treat me as though I was nothing but a pawn in his life. My hands still throbbed from his earlier punishment, the sharp sting serving as a constant reminder of my humiliation. As I trudged through the corridors, consumed by my thoughts, I was stopped abruptly by Katarina.“Well, well,” she sneered, her voice like nails scraping across a chalkboard. “If it isn’t the little servant’s daughter, parading around like she belongs here.”I froze, caught off guard by her hostility. Katarina had always been a thorn in my side, but today, her contempt seemed sharper, more venomous than usual. She crossed her arms and tilted her head, a smirk playing on her lips.“Tell me, how does it feel to climb the social ladder by cosying up to Chris?” she asked, he
JUDY’S POVThe isolation crept in slowly at first, like a shadow stretching across the floor. It started with subtle changes—a friend who used to wave enthusiastically now offering only a hesitant smile, a group of classmates huddling together and growing silent when I approached. But soon, the subtlety gave way to something more overt and cutting.At lunch in the cafeteria, I could feel the stares piercing through me, whispers curling through the air like smoke. I didn’t have to hear the words to know they were about me. The sneers, the furtive glances, the deliberate way people turned their backs—it all spoke volumes. My tray felt heavier in my hands as I walked through the crowded room, searching for a seat that no one would begrudge me.“Isn’t she the one who…” a girl murmured just loud enough for me to catch as I passed by.“I heard she’s been using Chris for his money,” another voice said, the accusation laced with disdain.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms a
JUDY’S POV“Chris! At first it was fine, but now it’s torture…”“It serves you right, Judy. You’ve disobeyed and you deserve the punishment. Wasn’t what you were looking for anyway? Didn’t you ask me for this?”I did yes, but I had no idea things would take this turn.The enema tube remained inside me for what felt like an eternity, though in reality, it was only about ten minutes. Every second dragged on, stretching my endurance to its limits. A deep discomfort settled over me, making me hyper-aware of every sensation. My body tensed instinctively, fighting against the unfamiliar pressure, and I could feel my breath growing unsteady. The minutes crawled by, each one testing my patience and resilience. It wasn’t just physical—it was a mental challenge as well, a battle between endurance and the overwhelming urge to make it stop.The childhood fear of suppositories resurfaced with full force, wrapping around me like a shadow I couldn’t escape. The memories of discomfort and helpless
JUDY’S POVGosh! What had I gotten myself into? I could never have imagined this world would be so overwhelming, so intense. It felt as though I had been shoved off a cliff into deep, uncharted waters without knowing how to swim. My instincts screamed for survival, urging me to fight against the overwhelming tide, to push through the unknown in search of solid ground. Nevertheless, the more I struggled, the more I realised that this wasn’t just about staying afloat—it was about surrendering to the current, letting it take me where it willed, even if the journey was painful.Every stroke forward felt like a battle against forces far stronger than me, a relentless pull that both tormented and tempted. Yet, deep inside, I knew that beyond the ache and exhaustion, there was something waiting for me—something transformative. Perhaps this struggle wasn’t meant to break me but to shape me, to test my limits before finally granting me the solace my soul unknowingly craved.The experiences
JUDY’S POVAfter hours of intense passion, Chris and I were far from satisfied. Our bodies were exhausted, yet our hunger for each other remained insatiable. The connection between us sparked like electricity, pulling us deeper into an exploration that had no end in sight. However, tonight wasn’t just about what we had already experienced—it was about what was going to unfold.The arrival of new tools had caught me completely off guard. Chris had given me strict instructions not to open the boxes before he arrived, and I had obeyed without question, trusting that he had something special in store. My curiosity had been nearly unbearable, but my desire to please him had outweighed the temptation.Now, as he slowly unveiled the contents before me, my heart throbbed. The anticipation that had been simmering for days finally reached its breaking point. My pulse quickened, heat pooling deep inside me as I took in the sight of what he had planned. The mystery was finally being revealed,
CHRIS’ POVThere was a deep contradiction in my emotions—on the surface, I played the role of dominance, strict and unyielding, yet beneath it all, I held Judy in the highest regard. Every harsh word, every act of control, was part of the unspoken trust we shared, a language only we understood. She was not merely a participant in our game; she was my Queen, the one who commanded my reverence even in submission. In treating her harshly, I was not diminishing her—I was exalting her, honouring the strength that allowed her to receive and endure. The game was built on power, but my feelings went beyond it. There was admiration, devotion, and something close to worship woven into every interaction.Every moment with Judy was precious, and I intended to savour every second of my short leave with her. My world, my desires, my very sense of belonging—all of it revolved around her. As an introvert, my energy was reserved for only those who truly mattered, and no one mattered more than Judy
JUDY’S POVAfterwards, with the warmth of the moment still lingering between us, hunger slowly began to take over. Our bodies were exhausted but in desperate need of nourishment. With a shared glance and a quiet chuckle, we pulled ourselves out of bed and made our way to the kitchen, the cool morning air brushing against our skin as we moved.Fortunately, my parents had left for a trip, which spared us from any awkward encounters or explanations. The house felt unusually quiet, the usual background noise of my family missing, leaving just the soft sound of our footsteps against the wooden floor. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief—this was a rare moment of complete privacy, where we didn’t have to worry about interruptions.As I stepped into the kitchen, I instinctively reached for the ingredients to make breakfast. The familiar routine of cooking helped ground me after the intensity of the night before. The scent of fresh coffee filled the air as I moved around the space, cra
JUDY’S POV“Punish me!” I exclaimed.“Your punishment is you won’t be allowed to cum.”“Mmm… Sounds impossible.”“You naughty kitten!”Chris kept on hitting me deep inside while I twist my hips to the rythmn of his moves. He tap my butt.“Judy! Stay put! You’ll make me cum too early and I don’t want that. I want to enjoy your pussy,” Chris scolded me.The more he scolded, the more I was turned on. Since I was already so wet, the sound of him fucking me was driving me nuts. He was also enjoying fucking me.“Judy! Don’t!” Chris protested while I still broke his rules.Ultimately, I cummed on his dick and he came right after. Still, I wanted more and I kept begging, but this time, Chris was more strict on his punishment.“Since you weren’t allowed to cum, you broke the rule, now you earn a punishment.”“No, I want more of your dick!”“You can’t have it any more.”“Alright, I’ll fuck myself then.”As soon as I parted my legs to finger myself, Chris stopped me.“Kitten… You have been break
JUDY’S POVFortunately, nobody was home. Chris carried me to the sofa in the living room, lay me on my tummy and gently spanked my buttocks.“My kitten needs a lot of punishment,” Chris said.“Meow,” I mumbled.He positioned himself behind me and made me go on my knees on the sofa.“What a great view Judy. I’ve missed you ass.”“Mmm… Chris…”As soon as he heard me moan, he moved his mouth closer to my opening. At first he sniffed, as if inhaling my scent which I was sure he had missed.“You smell awesome, kitten.”In a trice, he licked the opening gently and my heart throbbed. It felt so good and it had been way too long that I could feel the wetness building up. Within a few minutes, I cummed but Chris kept lapping on my juices.The more he lapped, the more I cummed. I believed that was why he had kept me so hungry all these weeks and he was right; the time we would be together I would taste the elixir. Indeed!All of a sudden, I felt him penetrating deeply inside and started poundin
JUDY’S POV“I am happy,” I said again, slowly and clearly. “With you.”He let out a breath, some of the tension finally melting from his shoulders. “You mean that?”I nodded. “Completely.”Chris stared at me for a long moment before giving me a small, almost relieved smile. “You always know how to say the right things, don’t you?”I grinned.“Because I know you, Chris. And I know what we have is real.”His eyes softened. “Yeah… Yeah, it is.”For the first time since the call started, I saw the weight lifting off his shoulders. I knew, without a doubt, that no matter what doubts crept into his mind, I would always be there to chase them away.The past week had been frustrating beyond words. Chris had been sending me packages, but he forbade me from opening them. Every time I asked about them, he would simply say, “Not yet.” His teasing only grew worse during our video calls—he would guide me, push me to the edge, only to stop, leaving me aching and unsatisfied.At first, I thought
CHRIS’ POVAfter ending the video call with Thane, I felt like I was drowning in my own thoughts. My mind was a storm of emotions—guilt, uncertainty, frustration. I couldn't shake the thought that maybe I had unknowingly shaped Judy’s desires, that she wasn’t with me out of love but because of some unresolved trauma. The weight of that realisation sat heavy on my chest.I couldn’t go home. I couldn’t go back to the training centre either. I needed an outlet, something to channel this frustration into before it consumed me.So, I went to the gym.The moment I walked in, the familiar scent of sweat and metal filled my lungs. The rhythmic pounding of weights, the faint sound of grunts and exertion, the steady beat of a playlist blasting through the speakers—it was grounding. Without hesitation, I changed into my workout gear and headed straight to the punching bag.I wrapped my hands, flexing my fingers as I took a deep breath. Then, I started throwing punches. Hard. Fast. One after th