Back Where She Belongs. Chapter 4.

Cindy crawled into the back of Eleanor?s SUV. She stretched herself face down on the padded floor mats and inhaled the scent of the deluxe leather. Alison kicked her buttocks - still sensitive after the paddling Eleanor had delivered earlier in the day.*?Not like that, loser,? said Alison. ?Other way.?*Cindy flipped herself face up. Alison smiled with adorably dimpled cheeks and climbed inside. Cindy braced her limbs for impact as Alison walked over her, pressing her whole weight down on Cindy?s legs and stomach. Alison giggled and flexed her leg, forcing her foot deeper into Cindy?s soft stomach. Cindy groaned, struggling to breathe, scurrying her feet and clawing at the mat.*?P-please,? she said croakily.Alison?s wide smile showed how much she was enjoying crushing Cindy beneath her expensive Nike Lunar Force Airs.*Jessica sighed. ?Alison, get in already, will you??*Cindy was grateful to recover her breath as Alison stepped off her stomach and slid comfortably onto the plush seat. Jessica used Cindy?s chastity as a springboard to make it to her own seat. She crossed her feet directly over Cindy?s locked pussy and tapped her foot against the metal. Cindy squirmed, unable to control her escalating wetness. The thought of how trapped she was only made it worse. How would she ever last the whole weekend without touching herself?*Alison teasingly hovered the soles of her Nikes over Cindy?s face. Cindy stared at them in awe. They were so expensive; so pure. There was the slightest hint of dirt between the grooves and it felt wrong to leave it untended.?M-Miss, Alison?? she said as humbly as she could. ?May I please clean the bottom of your Nikes??*Jessica kicked the heel of her sneaker hard against Cindy?s chastity. Cindy yelped as the impact pushed against her pussy lips.?Freak,? said Jessica, grinding her heel, ?are you fucking serious right now??*Alison giggled. ?She can do yours after mine, sis.?*?That?s disgusting,? said Jessica, turning on the plasma screen on the back of the front passenger seat with her phone and scrolled through the channels.**?Don?t listen to her, loser. Of course, you can clean my Nikes. Be sure to get your tongue between the cracks.?*?Thank you, Miss,? said Cindy, aware of how pathetic her request was but unable to control her desire for further debasement. She extended her tongue as far as she could and scraped its tip around the ridges of the sneaker, gathering up grit and dirt.*Alison giggled and rested her second foot against the collar around Cindy?s neck. Cindy felt her throat constrict. She gagged as a reflex.*?Hey!? said Alison, ?don?t you dare get any of your gross spit on me.??N-no, Miss, s-sorry.?Cindy worked hard to ensure she didn?t miss a single piece of dirt. Her pussy twitched inside its prison and she soon found herself humping her crotch against Jessica?s sneakers.*Jessica stomped a foot as hard as she could against Cindy?s inner thigh. ?Don?t you fucking dare.?*Cindy momentarily stopped licking in order to wince at the blunt pain in her bone.Alison kicked her heel down on Cindy?s nose. ?Hey, I never said stop.?*Cindy blinked tears as she continued circling her tongue across Alison?s sole.*Eleanor slotted her buttocks snugly onto the driver?s seat. She turned back and smiled at her daughters. ?Having fun, girls??Alison giggled and leaned down, treating Cindy to the sight of her cleavage, stuffed inside her tight pink tank top. She snapped some pictures with her phone. ?Lucy?s gonna die when she sees this.??Honestly, Cindy,? said Eleanor, ?look at yourself. You?re actually licking the bottom of my daughter's sneakers. How does that make you feel??*Humiliated, exhilarated, desperate to cum. ?W-wonderful, Goddess.?*They laughed.*?Hey, Mom,? said Jessica, şişli escort taking some headphones from a hook by her side. ?I?ve been thinking. We don?t actually need to drive her home, do we??*Eleanor pressed a button and started the powerful V-8 turbo engine. The elegant muscles in her forearms flexed inside her long tight-fitting black sleeves as she gripped her steering wheel. She pressed her Jimmy Choo suede boot on the pedal and they began to slowly move down the driveway. ?What do you mean, sweetie? You want her to come with us to the spa??*?Ew. No. Of course not. That would be super embarrassing. But we could just dump her somewhere on the highway? Think how funny it will be when she has to run home half-naked showing off her chastity and collar to the world??Cindy whimpered into Alison?s sneaker.*Alison bounced in her seat and clapped, tapping her foot against Cindy's face while Cindy continued to try and lick. ?Oh my god,? she said, ?that would be amazing. Can we, Mom? Please??*Eleanor chuckled. ?She?d be arrested for indecency.?*?Even better,? said Jessica, sneering down at her human footrest.*?Oh sweetie,? said Eleanor lovingly, ?what did I tell you earlier? You have to learn to take your time with them. It will be hard to have fun with her if she?s in a jail cell.?*Jessica scoffed. ?They?d probably just fine her or something.?*?And how would she pay for it? We?ve taken all her money.?*They all had a good laugh at Cindy?s expense.*Eleanor parked her car and Cindy panicked. She thought for a moment that Eleanor had changed her mind. Cindy saw herself, naked from the waist down aside from her stainless steel chastity, under assault from honks, horns, and hollers. She would desperately try to cover herself, crying uncontrollably. A car would swerve and force her down an embankment. She would land heavily in a muddy pool and clambering back up, she would see the blue lights of highway patrol waiting for her.*Alison peered through the black-tinted window. ?Oh my god,? she said, ?what kind of a loser would live in a dump like this? Oh right,? she said, grinning down at Cindy, still beneath her feet, ?you would.?*Jessica wrapped her headphones around her neck and leaned across her sister to take a look. ?Oh my god, look at her car. That?s hilarious. Someone trashed it.?*Cindy kissed the bottom of Alison?s sneaker. She wasn?t sure why.*?What does it say?? said Jessica. ?Cunt, whore, slut... what?s that one??*?Bitch,? said Alison.*?Ha!? said Jessica, stomping her heel into Cindy?s stomach. ?Looks like whoever did this knows you pretty well, freak.?Alison innocently bit her fingernail and giggled.*Eleanor gave half a sigh and half a chuckle. ?Really, Cindy? Why did you just leave it there for everyone to see??*?I?m sorry, Goddess,? she said. There was nothing else to say. She shivered with dread at the idea of letting slip Alison?s involvement. She could only imagine how terrible that would go.*Jessica scoffed. ?I bet she?s too poor to have it towed.?*?Ew,? said Alison, ?why are you so poor, loser??*Because she left high school with little to show for herself but memories of Eleanor. Because the only job she could get was at Krogers. Because she lacked the confidence to seek promotions. Because she enjoyed recommending that others, younger and lazier, be advanced in her stead. Because what little money she had saved had willingly been laid before Eleanor?s fifteen hundred dollar boots.?I, um, don?t know, Miss.?*?I bet there're cockroaches,? said Jessica.*?Gross!? Alison slammed her foot down hard against Cindy?s forehead. Cindy felt blood dislodge inside her skull. ?You deserve to be poor if this is where you live. I couldn?t even imagine living in a place like this. mecidiyeköy escort Not ever.?*?Girls,? warned Eleanor with a chuckle. ?You?re exaggerating. I?ve seen much worse than this you know.?*Cindy was overcome with gratitude for Eleanor?s defense. She silently thanked her.*?You know the house I grew up in wasn?t a palace, right girls?? said Eleanor.*Cindy remembered Eleanor?s house. She had dreamed of being invited inside. She had fantasized about her parties. They were the most popular parties in school. People sucked up to Eleanor for weeks just to be considered for an invite. Cindy had thought of offering herself as a server just for the chance to be part of them. She had never been brave enough, though. Despite her bruises, aches, and chastity, she had to remember how lucky she was. She was riding in Eleanor?s actual car! That was something to brag about to her teenage self for sure.*Jessica scrunched her nose. ?Please tell me your house was nicer than this, Mom??*Eleanor laughed. ?Of course, it was. I?m just saying. You?d be surprised to learn just how many of us come from normal beginnings. There are future Goddesses out there who live in places not dissimilar to this you know.?*?Mom,? whined Alison, ?this is creepy. I don?t want to ever think of you as being poor. Can we go now???Oh honey, I was never poor. I owned high school. I had more simps begging to give me their money than I knew what to do with. But alright, you can let her out now.?*Alison opened her door. Cindy tilted her head and saw her house was upside down in her vision. They were right about everything. It was small and dirty. She was so ashamed for them to see it. Their eyes deserved better.Jessica kicked her hard in her chastity and Cindy gasped at the sharp pain. ?Go on then, freak. Get out.?Cindy wormed away from Alison?s sneakers and crumpled onto the ground outside the SUV.*Alison giggled. ?You should crawl to your front door too, loser.?*Cindy gulped and glanced around. None of her neighbors seemed to be in their front yards but she suspected an expensive Mercedes SUV parked outside would gain the attention of someone. God, she hoped her family wasn?t home. She scurried on all fours to her front door as quickly as possible.*?Hey!? said Jessica, throwing out Cindy?s backpack, pants, and panties from the car. ?Don?t forget these!?*Cindy whimpered and scampered back like Smeagol to gather them from the ground, much to the amusement of Jessica and Alison.Eleanor?s window opened. She rested her elbow and dangled a key on a golden chain over her door. Cindy gasped and crawled to it as if magnetized. She watched its subtle movements like a cat.*Eleanor chuckled. ?You?re going to be a good girl for me, aren?t you??*Cindy nodded, hypnotized. Eleanor was the key?s angelic keeper. Eleanor yanked it away and Cindy was left staring doe-eyed.*?Hurry inside, Cindy,? said Eleanor, ?you don?t want your neighbors to know what a little pervert you are, do you??*?No, Goddess, thank you.?*Alison and Jessica laughed as they closed their door. Eleanor drove away, speeding her V8-turbo engine down the road.*Cindy crawled to her door and whimpered as she tried to find her key in her backpack. She fiddled it into the door and threw herself inside, quickly shutting it behind her. She collapsed onto the floor and rubbed her chastity, desperate to find a way inside the metal mesh. It was useless. She sobbed in frustration as her clit throbbed inside its prison.*She stayed like that for a few minutes before the reality of her dire situation set in. Pete or Sarah could walk in at any moment. The last thing she needed was to try and explain why she was trying to masturbate on the floor while locked in chastity. She scurried up the stairs on all fours to the bathroom. It was as if she had forgotten how to stand upright.**Cindy cleaned herself using the showerhead over the bathtub. She had no giant walk-in shower with different spray and fragrance settings like Eleanor. There was limited hot water. It was for the best. She wanted to be clean, not indulgent. She carefully applied vitamin-k cream to her bruises paying special attention to her ass cheeks. She winced at the sharpness as she rubbed it over her skin. Her hand wandered back to her chastity and bit her lip. She would stay this way until Eleanor decided to release her. It somehow made sense for Eleanor to control her orgasms. If left alone, Cindy would do nothing but play with herself.*She dried herself with damp towels and went to her bedroom to change her clothes. Her phone buzzed and she leaped for it like a kitten chasing a ball. She gasped as she saw Eleanor?s pictures of her grand suite. The decor was elegant and sophisticated with hardwoods and neutral colors. There was a wrap-around balcony, a full dining room with china, glassware, and an ice bucket of champagne. There was an LED fireplace beneath a giant plasma screen. There were luxurious rugs, a full lounge, and a four-poster, Alaskan king bed.*Cindy typed back eagerly. -It looks amazing, Goddess!*Her heart quickened as another picture came in. Eleanor posed on her balcony, pouting into the camera with her elbow resting on the rail behind her. Her Rolex was displayed and her breasts were thrust forward powerfully. The peaceful mountains and serene lake offered the perfect backdrop to her portrait. Cindy felt giddy. Such a beautiful picture, and it was all for her.*She typed again. -Incredible, Goddess! Thank you!Eleanor sent her a lipstick kiss emoji and Cindy blushed, smiling at her screen. It had been worth every dollar.*Eleanor typed. -Since you have some free time, you may kneel in the corner of your room. Hands on your head.*Cindy gulped and her pussy twitched at the order.*-And stream yourself on Facebook live. I want to see you.-Yes, Goddess.*-Good girl. Off you go. Stay there until I call you. I?m going for a massage.*It was all the motivation Cindy needed. She locked her door and rested her phone against her dresser. She started the stream and sent the link to Eleanor. She dived into her corner and leaned her nose against the crack between the two walls. She inhaled the musty white paintwork and clasped her hands on her head. She already felt an ache in her spine. Her pathetic posture was unused to being worked like this. She hoped she could manage without collapsing. She was desperate to be Eleanor's good girl.**Cindy?s knees ached. The threadbare carpet offered little comfort for her bones. She circled her hips, trying to get some kind of relief from her constant arousal. Each time the monotony of staring into a white wall set in and her posture slouched, her pussy tingled as if to warn her back into position.*She glanced at her phone and wondered if Eleanor was watching her. It filled her with pride to know that Eleanor was relaxing in an exclusive resort, being pampered beyond Cindy?s wildest dreams, and yet still thought enough of Cindy to keep an eye on her. She imagined her on a cushioned massage table with her lower half covered by a white towel as an expert kneaded oil into her sunkissed skin. Cindy was the chosen one. Out of all the sycophants, nerds, and losers Eleanor could have taken, it was Cindy - little, insignificant Cindy - who had won her attention.*A sudden thud against the door disturbed her reverie. She instinctively looked behind her shoulder but remembered Eleanor?s order not to move and quickly returned her nose to the wall.The handle rattled but the lock held firm.?Cindy!? Pete yelled through the wood. ?What you doing in there? Open up.?*?I?m busy Pete,? she shouted back, feeling the vibration of her voice against the corner.*