Bar None

[Love you, honey! I'll see you after work!]

Charlotte sent the text, then got back to work, her brain buzzing and her her pussy tingling with uncomfortable, humiliated lust. It was so easy to be the perfect girlfriend to Steven over text. All she had to do was say the right words.

In reality things were a lot messier. She hadn't been a good girlfriend at all recently. She had just released a filthy video where Grace, her cruel mistress, had dominantly fucked her while bathing her in the cum of her perverted subscribers.

Not exactly girlfriend-of-the-year behavior.

Worse than that, Charlotte was now fucking trapped. She still wasn't sure how Grace had found and stolen the money she had been stockpiling, but the how of it didn't currently matter. What mattered was the fact that Grace had ruthlessly crushed Charlotte's only escape plan.

No money meant the lawyer she had been dreaming of was out of Charlotte's reach. She could maybe go to the cops... but she had no illusions that they would be able to stop Grace before she released her blackmail materials and ruined Charlotte's life. Even worse, to her dismay, Charlotte found that Grace had changed the withdrawal details on the Simpspace account, and was withdrawing the money to her personal account as soon as it came in. There was no opportunity to build up another stash of money.

Charlotte did her best to concentrate on bartending, but it was difficult. Grace's cruel control has been twisting her sexuality, making her more submissive and making her more and more aroused by humiliation. Today, Grace had forced her to wear a tiny cutoff shirt and miniscule jean shorts, and the eyes of the patrons were only increasing the juicy heaty growing between her thighs.

Grace had Charlotte right where she wanted her. All she could do was wait for the next shoe to drop, hopeless, helpless, and horny.

...

Tim, Clive, and Harry watched Charlotte hungrily from across the bar. They had been talking all evening about how fucking incredible her latest video had been.

Getting to see her not just naked, but moaning and whimpering beneath another woman, dripping in semen. It had been intoxicating. And the best part about it was who she was. Steven's girlfriend was a huge fucking slut, and that was just too good to believe.

Steven was their boss, or their manager at least, at the restaurant where the three waiters worked. They were friends with him... technically. They hung out sometimes, and joked with him. But like any working stiffs, they had a healthy amount of disdain for their boss when he wasn't around. Steven was sometimes a boring, self-important stick in the mud who could be annoyingly strict as a supervisor.

Which made the fact that his hot girlfriend was cucking him with a woman that much more hilarious... and hot.

"I've been thinking, boys," said Tim with a smile, watching the way Charlotte's braless tits softly swayed and jiggled beneath her tight shirt. "I have a good idea for another request for our favorite Simpspace star."

"Yeah?" Said Clive eagerly, his eyes also fixed on Charlotte with a leering shine of lust. "What are you thinking?"

"Well, it really is a shame that she is treating her poor, sweet boyfriend so badly," said Tim with a nasty smile. "I think she needs to reflect on that a little bit. Let's help her really focus on this double life she's living."

"Tell me more," said Harry with a dark chuckle.

...

Two days later

"This is going to be great!" said Steven cheerfully, squeezing Charlotte's hand in his. "It feels like it's been forever since we went out just you and me!"

Charlotte gave him a weak smile back as they strolled in the warm summer sunshine. In his other hand, Steven carried a picnic basket stocked with some light snacks and wine. The plan was to have a simple, fun day in the park. A date that was focused on their relationship rather than the venue. Or that's what it looked like on the surface at least. Charlotte's body buzzed with uncomfortable heat. The request that Grace had forwarded to her this time squarely took aim at her horny discomfort over betraying Steven... and pushed it to it's limit.

Today would actually be easy. All she had to do was have a pleasant date with her boyfriend and take some selfies. The really terrifying, panty-soaking part would happen tonight. She had asked off from work, although Steven didn't know that she wouldn't be headed to the bar when she left.

In a manner of speaking, she would be headed to work later that even. Just for her Simpspace rather than her bartending job.

...

Later that evening

The park looked different in the cool light of the moon. More mysterious. More dangerous.

Or maybe that sense of vulnerability just came from Charlotte's clothes... or lack thereof. All that she wore right now was a medical face mask and a long jacket with nothing underneath. Grace had even forced her to take off her shoes on the way out of the car... probably to nurture the terrying feeling of vulnerability that now pulsed through Charlotte's veins.

Grace walked beside her, wearing skin-tight black leggings and a T-shirt so ripped and torn it was easy to see her slutty bra peeking through. As usual, she seemed regal, amused, and utterly in control.

Charlotte hadn't confronted her mistress about the money that was stolen, or Grace's complete victory. What could she even say? "You win"? "Please have mercy"? The fact that Charlotte had lost so completely was humiliating enough without Grace rubbing her nose in it.

But all of that was just excuses. The real reason Charlotte didn't confront Grace was because talking back to her no longer felt natural. As much as she hated to admit it, a sort of lustful, shameful submission had become her default with Grace. She just couldn't force herself to rebel anymore...

Grace noticed Charlotte's furtive stare and flashed her a smug grin. "Ready to revisit some of those sweet memories between you and your man earlier today?" she asked with a cruel chuckle.

Charlotte blushed and looked away, feeling another rush of shameful arousal and fear as she said. 'I-it's not safe, mistress! It looks so... open. What if someone sees me?"

"You mean besides the hundreds of subscribers who see that slutty little body all the time?" asked Grace with a roll of her eyes. "You're wearing a mask, idiot. I'm the one who might ruin her reputation by being seen with you. Now stop stalling." She grabbed Charlotte's hand, pulling her reluctantly forward. Her slim hand gripping Charlotte's felt so different than Steven's loving touch earlier in the day. But as much as she wanted to, Charlotte no longer hated Grace's touch.

They paused in front of a park bench and Grace gestured her captive slut forward. "It was here, right? Your first selfie of the day? I liked that one! So domestic and cute. But it didn't really show who you are on the inside, now did it? I think we can do better..."

...

Earlier that day...

Charlotte snuggled up to her boyfriend on the bench, pulling out her phone. A writhing feeling of guilt was growing steadily in her belly.

Steven smiled warmly as she set up the selfie and took the shot, angled down to get both of them in the picture, his smile was warm and genuine, hers honestly looked a little forced. But if he noticed her discomfort, he didn't say anything, just looking down at the selfie and commenting, "Cute as always, babe!"

It did look cute, despite Charlotte's forced smile. They looked like a young, happy couple in love, the slanting golden rays of summer sunlight illuminating their features and matching outfits.

Charlotte just wished she was taking this selfie for purely loving reasons.

...

Later that night

"Did you hear me, slut?" asked Grace sharply. "Off with the coat. We need to get your glamour shots taken ASAP. On that bench. Now."

Charlotte glanced nervously around the dark, silent park. Everything was silent and still, but that didn't mean that someone couldn't appear from behind a bend in the path seconds from now and see everything. She couldn't stall forever, Grace was staring at her with stark impatience. She took a deep breath and unbottoned the coat, shrugging it off and letting it slump into a crumpled pile at her ankles.

Her pale skin practically glowed in the lamplight, stained with dark marker where Grace had written on her skin.

"Cheating Slut" in block letters across her chest.

"Cum Whore" on her forehead.

"Sperm goes here" pointed down at her pussy.

"Not for," written on one thigh. "My boyfriend" on the other, with arrows pointing up toward the center.

"Looking good, Cherry," said Grace smugly, running her eyes up and down her helpless slave's naked, shivering body. Shivering not just with the cool night air, but with the submissive lust that seemed to be her constant prison these days. Grace's cool blue eyes locked to Charlotte's stiff pierced nipples and already leaking pussy. She smiled and pointed to the bench with one slim, commanding finger.

"Sit."

Cringing and looking around nervously at the silent, deserted park, Charlotte obeyed, sinking nervously back onto the bench and taking the phone Grace offered in shaking hands.

She raised the phone in selfie mode, her breaths already hot and heavy against her mask, the metal of the bench burning cold against her naked skin. Grace examined the photo critically, comparing it to the happy, sunny selfie Charlotte took earlier, which Grace held in her other hand. "A little higher," said Grace sharply. "Good. Move your arm a little... that's a good slut. Perfect." Grace got out of the shot and Charlotte snapped the picture.

With a giggle of pure sadistic amusement, Grace held up the two phones side by side, showing the comparison of the photos. Charlotte felt a crushing blend of guilt and arousal as she looked at them. Her pose was almost identical in both photos, except in one she was side by side with her boyfriend and in the other her naked body was displayed to the camera, the crude writing on her body proclaiming her a slutty cheater.

Grace cackled and strode away, scooping up Charlotte's discarded jacket and moving quickly down the path.

"Mistress!" yelped Charlotte, hating how pathetic she sounded. "M-my jacket!"

Grace just gave her a wicked smile over her shoulder as she kept walking. "Well if you don't want anyone to see, you had better hurry up, slut. We still have some cute picnic shots to take, and you're not getting back in this coat until we're finished."

With a whine of panic, Charlotte rose from the bench and hustled after her mistress, leaving a shiny wet spot on the bench behind her.

...

Earlier that day

Steven smiled as he poured a little champagne into Charlotte's glass. "Are you sure about this, babe?" he said teasingly. "I'm not sure we're allowed to drink out here."

Charlotte laughed, but there was still that shadow in her eyes. It made Steven think of all the horrible, slutty things she had been doing and posting about online. He had become an obsessive viewer of his girlfriend's Simpspace, paying to see her obscene antics like all the other anonymous internet men. He wished he was strong enough to stand up and stop what was happening, but the entire situation made him feel helplessly weak and horny. Once Grace had convinced him that Charlotte's betrayal was hot, it was hard to resist the erotic allure of her videos.

"I don't see any cops," said Charlotte with a wink. "I think we're safe." There it was again, that nervous undercurrent in her voice that had nothing to do with the wine they were illegally drinking. Was this date somehow... connected to her Simpspace content? Steven didn't see how it could be. They were in public, both fully clothed, and the only recording was an occasional selfie.

Speaking of which, Charlotte cuddled up next to him with a crooked smile and raised her phone for another photo, both of them posed clinking their wine glasses... then another photo of them taking a sip.

Steven looked down at the result. "Love that one!" he said cheerfully, trying to break through the odd tension. "Everyone online is going to love it."

"Yeah," agreed Charlotte with a blush and a forced smile. 'Yeah, I think they will too."

...

Later that night

Grace slowed as she got to the trees near the pond, looking critically at the grassy area. She pointed at a patch of the lawn and sharply asked, "About here?"

Charlotte shivered, clutching her breasts and pussy compulsively and looking fearfully around. Despite the darkness of the night, the park felt too well-lit and open for her tastes. Anyone who strolled into the area would see her instantly.

"Hello? Earth to slut," said Grace irritably, snapping her fingers. "Jesus Christ, I thought you wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. Was this where you and the cuck set up this afternoon?"

Charlotte whipped her head around, feeling jittery from the adrenaline of being naked out in the open. "Y-yeah. Just one or two feet to the left, I guess."

Grace got to work, pulling the very same picnic blanket that Charlotte had used earlier today out of her duffel and spreading it on the ground. "Ok, Cherry," said Grace, holding back a laugh as she pulled the wine glass out of the bag, "have a seat while I... pour you a drink."

Charlotte reluctantly sat back on the blanket, trying to match the same position she held earlier that day. She knew Grace would make her move if she didn't. While she sat, she watched with dark, humiliated arousal as Grace pulled three vials out of the bag.

At least it was only three this time... and in theory, they wouldn't be going all over her body. The vials, marked H, C, and T, were popped open one by one, their thick, pungent contents drizzled into the wine glass, the slightly different colors of off-white layering one over the other, with "T"s bright white sperm floating on top.

"Cheers," said Grace with a chuckle, handing the glass over to Cherry along with her phone. "Slap a smile on that pretty face and take a pic of how much more you enjoy 'connecting' with your subscribers than with your boyfriend. And then... bottoms up!"

Charlotte felt her heart hammering in her chest, and, perversely, her mouth starting to water. She raised the glass as if clinking it against an invisible partner and snapped a picture. Another obscene parody of her earlier photo with Steven, this time alone, naked, defiled with marker, and ready to enjoy a filthy, sticky glass of sperm instead of wine.

She eyed the jizz, squirming on the blanket as another wave of horrified, submissive lust washed over her. It was humiliating enough to do this, for both herself and for her unknowing boyfriend... but doing it for the amusement of her cruel, disrespectful fans made her lust flare a hundred times higher.

Charlotte had always had a kink for jizz. Connor had loved to cum all over her face and tits when they were dating, and, well... his enthusiasm had sort of rubbed off on her over time. The idea of being soiled that way... primally marked and claimed by sticky, filthy essence of masculinity, was hot. There was no getting around that. And somehow, embarrassingly, getting marked that way by arrogant, perverted strangers from the internet was even hotter.

"Quit eye fucking your drink and slurp it down," said Grace with a chuckle. "We still have more photos to get through."

Charlotte slid her mask up just above her lips, readied the camera again, and raised the champagne flute to her mouth, her belly roiling with squirming disgust and arousal as the thick, sticky fluid rolled forward slowly toward the lip of the glass.

She snapped the photo exactly as the wave of goo touched her lips, filling her mouth with that salty, musky flavor she knew so well and making her pussy flutter and clench with intense arousal. She lowered the phone and the glass, but Grace stopped her with a sharp, "Ah ah ah. What are you doing, slut? That's good sperm you're wasting. Down the hatch."

"B-but..." stuttered Charlotte pathetically, subconsciously licking her lips and clearing away the clinging jizz with her wet little tongue, "I took the photo like you asked! Why do I need to...?"

"Because I said so," said Grace with sharp finality. Then she raised her own phone with an evil grin. "But you do have a point... Why waste good content? This will make a good bonus feature for the guy who paid for the request. Now... drink."

Charlotte was panting with barely controlled lust now. The powerful smell of cum was assaulting her nose, even through the mask. She no longer knew how to resist. She no longer wanted to. The champagne flute rose to her lips again, and this time she tilted it back dramatically, watching the whole sticky mess slide rapidly down the glass toward her waiting mouth.

Her tongue was bathed in cool, thick, salty goo, sending a fresh wave of horny, wet heat pulsing upward from between her legs as she rolled it through her mouth, savoring the taste and the public humiliation. She swallowed, taking the perverted lust of her subscribers into her body. Accepting and welcoming it even as it defiled her, body and soul. Grace giggled above her.

"Good girl. But we aren't done here. You and your man took another sweet little photo here by the pond, didn't you?"

...

Earlier that day

"Hey!" Said Steven cheerfully, flagging down a friendly-looking older woman walking past. "Do you mind taking a picture of us?"

"Of course, dear!" said the woman with a kind smile, taking Charlotte's offered phone. She stepped back a few paces, raising the phone and pointing it toward the couple. Charlotte and Steven smiled broadly, looking young and beautiful in the sun. For a second, Charlotte was able to forget her nerves and lose herself in the moment, there together with her boyfriend.

"What about a kiss?" said the woman with a laugh. "You two look like you want to, and it will make for a good photo!"

Caught up in the heat of the moment, Charlotte and Steven did just that. It turned out to be a lovely photo, the two of them sharing a tender kiss in the golden sunshine with the serene blue of the pond behind them.

...

Later that night...

Grace finished setting up the tripod, almost exactly as far away as the old woman with the camera had been, pointed at exactly the same angle. The pond was no longer a dreamy blue... it looked troubled and dark, glinting in the light of the nearby streetlamp. And Charlotte wasn't going to be sweetly kissing her boyfriend like earlier today either.

With a surly, dominant grin, Grace strode forward, looming above her seated submissive toy for a moment. Then she turned, shimmying her painted on leggings and panties down to reveal the perfect, pale swell of her plump ass.

She arched her back, presenting her butt fully to Charlotte's wondering eyes. Charlotte tried for the hundredth time that night to control herself, but it was impossible. Grace was a perfect specimen of powerful, beautiful femininity, and she made Charlotte so fucking horny she could barely think. Charlotte's heart was in her throat as Grace reached down and gently pulled apart her perfect cheeks... revealing the tight pink hole within.

"Pucker up, Cherry," said Grace in a hazy, lustful voice. "Time for photo number three."

Charlotte took off her mask. It wasn't necessary for this photo. Her face would be hidden in other ways. Then she leaned forward, painfully aware of how tight and stiff her nipples were and the moist, raging heat between her thighs. She had never kissed anyone's asshole before. Like drinking the glassful of cum, the idea was powerfully repelling... but also insanely hot. Yet another sexual humiliation that played into Charlotte's intensified fetish for submission.

Grace used the small remote in her hand to snap photo after photo with her own face turned away to hide it. Charlotte's body sang with adreneline and arousal as her lips made contact with Grace's tight asshole, feeling the stinging pleasure of yet another humiliating submission to the woman who had utterly defeated her.