December or Bust: Chapter 5

December or Bust: Chapter 5 - November 23 rd, Part 2

For the first time in weeks, Amelia was spending the evening in her room.

She was sitting at her desk, computer open, with an assignment loaded up and ready to work on... and in the hour that she'd been sitting there, she hadn't read a word of it. Like Isaac, she couldn't stop replaying the encounter from yesterday over and over in her head. Her cheeks flushed as she remembered how needy he'd looked, how easy it would have been to fuck him, and she squirmed as she felt blood rushing downwards again... she squeezed her eyes shut, and clenched the edge of her desk. No. She wasn't going to jerk off to that. She wasn't going to jerk off at all for the rest of the month! It would just be dumb fantasies about... all that stuff that she didn't wanna think about!

Slowly exhaling, she opened her eyes, and started reading the page again, mumbling out loud to try and focus.

"While comparisons can certainly be drawn between the two figures' historical moments and legacy, this is more useful as an exercise in highlighting their differences, as a nationalist perspective often lurks behind their direct conflagration..."

The dry history had the desired effect, and Amelia felt herself calming down a little once she started to get her teeth into it. She had to find some way to distract herself from jerking off, after all, and... well, she totally, 100% could go back to the gym, she just didn't feel like it today.

Besides, she didn't need to! Amelia had everything absolutely under control. Completely, totally-

The door swung open.

"Hiii Amelia!"

Fucked. She was totally fucked.

Amelia spun around on her chair, and plastered on a smile as Stacy wandered into her room. The other girl was wearing her normal at-home clothes, a tight white camisole and a pair of babydoll blue panties, along with what looked like a new necklace. Some distant part of Amelia wondered what had happened to the pink pair of panties that Stacy had worn closer to the start of the month. It had been a while since she'd seen those... but she couldn't let herself get distracted.

"H-hi, Stacy, what can I do for you?" she asked, as pleasantly as she could, while Stacy sat down on her bed. Stacy was making a conscious effort to show off her tits, her arms held behind her back so that her chest was thrust out. The thin white fabric of the cami made sure that Amelia could see her nipples poking through the material. She tried not to stare.

"Well, I wanted to come over and see how you were getting on with your... little challenge!" she beamed, her face telling a story of innocence that her body language refused to corroborate.

"Your "concern" is appreciated, but I'm doing just fine," Amelia replied, crossing her legs. She was wearing a baggy hoodie and sweatpants today, but still, she'd rather not take any chances that Stacy would see the hard-on that just being around her was giving Amelia...

"Really? Are you sure?" Stacy cocked her head. "I'm a little worried! You've been hitting the gym every day lately, but you decided to stay in tonight?"

Amelia's hands, which had been in her lap, clenched into fists, balling up the soft material of her pants.

"Like I said, I'm fine. I just wanted to take a break tonight, since I had some work to get on with-"

"And it's nothing to do with what happened with Isaac?"

Amelia stumbled for a second. Stacy refused to break eye contact with her.

"I... I don't know what you mean," Amelia said, inwardly cursing. She'd known Isaac would spill sooner or later, but it had been less than a day!

Stacy's smile hardened, just a little.

"Isaac told me aaaaall about your little encounter in the shower... I guess you're not at the gym tonight because you're embarrassed, right?~"

Amelia felt her cheeks heat up. Shit. She was totally, for sure wrong, of course, but... this was really bad. Stacy knew that she'd had the perfect opportunity to make a move on Isaac, and that she just... hadn't. The thought of what she might do with that information scared Amelia... and she would never have admitted it, but it excited her a little too.

"I-I, yeah, it was just kinda awkward, y'know?" Amelia lied.

"Mmm, I completely understand..." Stacy's expression was sympathetic. She got up, and walked across the room to Amelia, hands still behind her back... and before Amelia could react, her busty roommate was sitting in her lap! She pushed her tits against Amelia's smaller set, her arms wrapped around the back of the seated girl.

Amelia was panicking now. This was way too aggressive. Stacy was going to start teasing her for chickening out of- uh, choosing not to fucking Isaac! But... she would be totally fine, her ego could withstand something like that, right...?

The muscular girl tensed up as Stacy leaned in, waiting for it to start. Amelia was ready, she could-

"It must be hard being such a fucking stud, right?"

Huh?

Amelia floundered. Had she heard that right?

"Um... y-yep," she replied blankly, because she wasn't sure what else to say.

"I mean, you've been soooo backed up all month, and you haven't really had a chance to get with any other girls..." Amelia couldn't tell if Stacy was making fun of her.

"And it all came boiling over in that shower, right? You just couldn't stop thinking about making dumb, dick-brained bimbos worship your dick, so you ended up fucking your own fist in public, because you just needed to breed so bad..." Stacy sighed dreamily.

"It's like, totally hot that you're such an alpha... but you're sooo sweet too!" she added.

"O-oh, really...?" Amelia asked weakly. This wasn't what she had expected at all.

"Well, of course! Isaac walked in on you, and you didn't just pin that cute little slut to the wall and dump that nasty, backed up load inside him..."

"Uh-"

"Which like, of course you didn't! I'm sure you're so pent-up and aggressive by now that you'd have totally broken him if you had stuffed him full of that thick, hard, gorgeous girldick! Isaac is so delicate, and you knew you wouldn't have the self control to treat him as gently as he deserves, so you did the right thing and let it be!"

Well. Uh. Amelia hadn't actually thought about it like that, but she liked Stacy's logic. So much so that she could feel it seamlessly slotting into her own justification for what had happened. After all, could Isaac really have handled her? She was pretty sure he'd never actually bottomed like that before, and he'd have been thrown in at the deep end if someone like herself was his first time...

"I... th-thank you, I guess," Amelia smiled. Maybe she had been a little too cynical about Stacy. After all, one teasing remark from over two weeks ago? It seemed like a lot to judge her whole character based on.

"Um, I appreciate you checking in on me like that, but really, I'm doing fine with the whole No Nut November thing, I'm still pretty in control of myself... and I have this assignment that I need to be getting on with-"

"But that's what I'm worried about!" Stacy interrupted again, her face only inches from Amelia's, looking overwhelmingly, achingly concerned.

"If you're getting distracted by wanting to jerk off all the time, you're not gonna be able to concentrate! And you can't even blow off steam at the gym anymore, since you shouldn't do stuff like that in the gym showers... even if it is really hot," she batted her eyelashes at Amelia, "so I came by to help you out with that."

"Y-you did?" Amelia's mouth hung open now, and she could feel her cock hardening against Stacy's soft, round ass, still perched in her lap. Shit. Maybe she'd really misjudged Stacy. She felt herself getting excited.

"Mhmmm! You're all pent-up, and obviously Isaac couldn't handle you, so you need some way to deal with that..."

Amelia's pulse quickened. She reached up, and placed her strong hands on Stacy's bare hips, enjoying the soft hitch in Stacy's breath.

"Unnff... see what I mean? You just can't contain yourself... so I think there's something that you need quite badly..." Stacy smiled, taking one hand from behind Amelia and playing idly with her short, close-cropped hair.

"I think I agree," breathed Amelia, hooking a thumb into Stacy's panties, moments away from tugging them down and exposing her smooth, puffy slit...

"So I made just the thing," Stacy's eyes narrowed, and all of a sudden that smirk was back, as she moved her other arm from behind Amelia, and the larger girl saw something metallic dangling from Stacy's finger out of the corner of her eye. Amelia turned her head, heart thundering in her chest...

And saw the chastity cage Stacy had been hiding behind her back when she had come in.

"Do you like it?" Stacy cooed, her voice pitching down from her bubbly, bimbo register to something deeper, richer... more dominant.

"I stayed late in the campus workshop for the past few days, making it just for you... bought all the materials online myself, too..."

"Um... it's..."

Amelia would scarcely have guessed that it had been custom-built. Stacy was pretty ditzy when it came to pretty much anything that didn't involve dick, with the additional exception of engineering, at which she was frighteningly adept. She was pretty sure Stacy had mentioned that her parents were locksmiths or something, so she had a knack for that sort of mechanical thinking. As a result, the cage looked every bit as if it had been professionally assembled, perfectly sized for a cock like Amelia's.

"I-it looks really well made, but are you sure something like that would be the best way for me to deal with my... urges?"

Stacy raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? What's the problem? It'd stop you from jerking off, riiiight?~"

"Well, yes," Amelia conceded shakily, "but isn't it the kind of thing you wear if you're a... y'know... bottom?"

Stacy's giggle sent shivers down Amelia's spine.

"Awww, you really think so? Honestly, I was kinda thinking the opposite..." she stood, holding up the cage to examine it while Amelia hastily reorganised her sweatpants to hide her half-hard cock.

"I mean... only a real stud would be so desperate to fuck that something like this would be necessary, right? Honestly, I'd be a little disappointed if you didn't need it..." she looked back at Amelia.

"You're not gonna disappoint me, right?~"

It was stupid. Idiotic. Such an obvious trap. It was a blatant insult to Amelia's intelligence that Stacy would even try something this dumb on her. There was no way that she'd fall for it!...

...

And yet...

Amelia couldn't help it. After the last few minutes, of feeling as if she was a hair's breadth from getting to finally fuck Stacy... something inside her needed to prove to the other girl that she was still an alpha.

"I... I suppose you're right..." Amelia felt dazed as she slipped down her sweatpants and underwear. She looked down at her cock, bobbing up and down, thankfully not too hard yet. She didn't want Stacy to think she was getting off to this or anything...

"Mmm... good girl~ " Stacy sank to her knees, and looked up at Amelia with a mischievous glint in her eye, clearly enjoying the shaky little gasp that her words extracted from the larger woman.

She turned her attention downwards, and Amelia bit her lip as Stacy's breath gently brushed against her sensitive, backed-up dick.

"Just like I thought, you really can't control this thing, huh?" Stacy giggled.

"Now hold nice and still for me, ok? This should slip right on..."

Amelia tried and failed to suppress a whimper as the cool metal pressed against her cock, clinging to the sides of her chair as she tensed up.

"Shhh, almost there sweetie," Stacy cooed, wrapping her thumb and forefinger around Amelia's cock, drawing a whine from her as she gently guided it through the ring... and a moment later, the cage closed with a click. Amelia let out a breath she hadn't realised she was holding.

"There we go, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Stacy grinned up at Amelia, who returned a nervous smile of her own.

"N-no, I suppose not..."

"How does it feel?"

"Actually pretty comfortable... it's heavy though, I can really feel it tugging on my dick..."

"Mmm, well, it's a nice reminder about what a big, strong, alpha stud you are, right? You're never gonna be able to put that cage totally out of your mind~"

"Nnnhh... y-yeah, totally..."

"Well," Stacy got to her feet, and put her hands on her hips, exuding all the satisfaction of a job well done, "I hope this helps you out, Amelia! Wouldn't want you to miss out on that pool of prize money, right?"

"Yeah, t-totally," Amelia agreed. It had actually been weeks since she had even considered the pot of $150 in any way shape or form, but she figured the best thing to do for now was to just agree with whatever Stacy said and get her out so she could get back to work.

"Um, thanks for all this..." she mumbled, standing and following Stacy to the door.

"Aww, no problem at all! Anything for one of my best friends!" Stacy replied. Amelia bit her lip as she walked behind Stacy. The way her ass was swaying back and forth as she walked... she knew she'd been trying not to jerk off, and she had just gotten this chastity cage, but Amelia wondered if maybe she could allow herself a little once Stacy was gone... after all, she'd mostly be thinking about fucking her, right? She'd just need to take the cage off and- oh!

"Um, hey, Stacy, where did you leave the key for this thing...?"

Stacy turned, and cocked her head, a look of mock-confusion on her face.

"Huh? Why do you ask?"

A hard knot started to form in Amelia's stomach. She felt the skin on the back of her neck begin to prickle with panic.

"I-in case I need to take the cage off, y'know? Could you give it to me?"

"Why would I give you the key for it, Amelia? If you had it..." she reached up, and pulled on what Amelia had thought was a new necklace. Instead, a small, stainless steel key emerged from the valley of Stacy's tits.

"... then you could just jerk off whenever you felt like it. And that would defeat the whole point of this, riiight?"

Amelia was shaking. Fuck.

I've made a terrible mistake.

"S-Stacy, this isn't funny, please-"

"No, I know, it's very serious," Stacy giggled, casually twirling the key around her finger.

"After all, your cock deserves to be locked up in there... loser~"

"W-what did you just say-" Amelia was shocked, and Stacy cut across her again.

"You heard me. Useless, undersized loser dicks like yours need to be locked up, and never, ever allowed to actually fuck a girl again. Hope you enjoyed it the last time you got some, because from now on you're 100% pussyfree~"

With a strangled cry, Amelia took a step towards Stacy, hoping to grab the key... and froze when Stacy produced her phone from god-knows-where, and thrust it right in Amelia's face.

"Wh... what is..." it took Amelia a second to process what she was seeing. It was porn, obviously, passionate, intense fucking... but it wasn't just anyone in the video. With a mounting sense of horror, she realised exactly who it was. She looked at Stacy.

"When...?"

Stacy's smile was chilling.

"This morning. He was sooo frustrated that his big, strong crush was too much of a nervous mess to actually give him what he needed, so obviously he came to me instead!"

Amelia looked back at the video, aghast. Isaac had wrapped his legs around Stacy's back, and was moaning like a total slut while Stacy pounded him with that strap-on.

"Th-that's not fair..."

Stacy thumbed the volume control, and Isaac squealed Stacy's name.

"I guess that's what you get for taking his little crush for granted for so long. Someone was gonna swoop in and steal him eventually," Stacy laughed, before leaning in closer.

"Just be glad it was me, and not Luna... I don't think your fragile little ego could have handled that... then again, she'd have done a better job than you, I think we both know by now she's packing a much bigger cock than that cute little locked up thing... just look!"

She pulled her phone back, swiped a few times, and before Amelia had gathered her wits enough to start moving again, she was face to face with another video. This time it was Stacy filming herself, on her knees... with what was unmistakably Luna's dick draped over her face. She looked totally blissed out, too cock-dumb to provide any kind of teasing or bullying for whoever was watching... but she didn't need to. Present day Stacy had that covered.

"She's easy to push around, but at least she tried to take control while we were playing together... a useless, virgin loser like her at least gotten a lot of blowjobs from me, and Isaac has gotten lots of attention all month too... but you? You're such a fucking beta girl that all you get is locked up ~"

Stacy took a step forward, so that her face was practically at Amelia's chest level.

Amelia let out a shaky gasp.

"Y-you're wrong... I'm not-"

"Not what? Not straining against that new cage? I swear I can actually hear the metal groaning while you try to get hard...~"

That was bullshit. There was no way that she... she...

Amelia looked down, and let out a despairing moan. Her cock was as hard as it could possibly get in her new cage. Stacy reached down, and ran a finger along the smooth metal, her nail barely brushing the sensitive flesh, drawing a groan from Amelia. With a flourish, she brought her finger back up... and Amelia realised it was slick with drooling, leaking precum.

Stacy held up her finger to her mouth, seemed to consider it for a moment, and instead wiped it clean on her camisole, with an expression of faux-disgust on her face.

With that same expression, she held up the key again.

"So... are you going to prove me wrong?" she teased.

It was in arm's reach. She could just reach out and take it... but...

Amelia felt something inside her break.

It was all too much. Three weeks without cumming, all while dealing with her insecurities about Luna, and now not only had she had her admirer stolen, but she'd even let the girl who'd done it lock her in chastity... with a strangled whimper, she collapsed to her knees, clutching Stacy's waist.

"P-please, please, please, just let me have the key, just let me cum, pleeeaaase..." she begged, her face pushed against the other girl's thighs.

Stacy giggled, reaching down and condescendingly patting Amelia's head.

"Aww, it's ok sweetie, this'll be good for you! Believe me..." she reached down, tilted Amelia's head up with the tip of her finger, licking her lips at the pathetic, broken expression on her face.

"I think you're going to be a lot happier like this..."

Amelia squirmed desperately.

"Nnnhhh... p-please, I don't care if I lose, j-just unlock me and let me fuck you, please please please..." she whimpered.

"Ohhh? Are you that desperate to fuck? " with a look of total, sadistic glee, Stacy tugged her thong to the side, leaving her bare cunt inches from Amelia's face.

"Hhhaa... I... I..."

"What's the matter sweetheart? Don't tell me this is making you all nervous... I thought you were a big strong stud? You're not getting off on this, right? Getting your dick locked up, being humiliated for having a smaller cock than Luna, being cucked by me...~"

Amelia couldn't think straight. Everything was so fuzzy, and she was so turned on, and every single throb of her dick reminded her that it was trapped in that cage, and Stacy was so hot, and-

"Nngghh..."

"Oh my god. You're even more pathetic than I thought..."

Amelia moaned, her tongue hanging out of her mouth... and her hips shaking as, still clinging to Stacy's waist, she desperately humped her limp, useless cock against Stacy's legs. Every little bit of contact with her bare skin sent lighting bolts through Amelia's body. All of Amelia's toned, trained muscles, all the finely crafted technique she'd learned from all of her experience railing dumb, slutty bimbos, completely fell apart as she weakly pushed her cage against Stacy's soft legs. Stacy's laughter just made it even better...

Oh my goddd... fuck, this is actually turning me onnnn...

Stacy turned in Amelia's grip, facing the door now as she consulted her phone again. Amelia knew she had to stop, that every moment she spent like this took her closer to the point of no return, but...

Stacy's fat, gropable ass, the one she had been fantasising about fucking mere minutes ago, was right there. After only the briefest hesitation, Amelia buried her face in it, grunting and panting like an animal as she continued to hump Stacy's legs. Fuck... knowing that Stacy was barely even paying attention to her, that she was just playing on her phone while Amelia completely degraded herself... she wanted to cum so bad. She could feel her nuts churning up a thick, heavy load, guaranteed to knock up any slut it was dumped inside... but she couldn't even get hard! It was so fucking frustrating... and humiliating... and it felt amaziiiing...

She felt a hand on the back of her head, and moaned as Stacy pushed her head further between her cheeks. Fuck. This was... amazing... it felt sooo much better than fucking... maybe... maybe Stacy was right... maybe this was where Amelia belonged...

Stacy moved her hand, and Amelia pulled her head back, gasping for breath.

"Smiiiile~" Stacy's phone made a tinny shutter sound as she took a selfie from a high angle, showing off her own smirking face, and Amelia, kneeling behind her, totally blissed out and locked in chastity... and then just as suddenly as Stacy had sprung this on her, she was moving to leave.

"Well, I think I should go for now... didn't you say you had some work to get on with?" Stacy reached down, and pulled Amelia's arms from around her waist. For all her strength, Amelia felt weak as a kitten, effortlessly pushed around by this 5' 4" bimbo.

She slumped onto her hands and knees as Stacy sashayed to the door, staring after her tormentor.

"I... it's... i-it's not faaaair... you've completely ruined me..." Amelia whined. Just as she'd started to... n-not enjoy, obviously not enjoy, but tolerate it... she just walked out and left blue-balled... Stacy looked over, smiling.

"Are you sure about that? I gotta say, Ame, I always had my suspicions about you... you were always sooo over the top, you always had to be the biggest, bitchiest stud around... I think you always wanted this. For one of those cute, dick-brained sluts to turn the tables on you and put you in your place. And now..." she held up the key to Amelia's cage, taunting her, "it's finally happened!"

She tucked the key back between her tits.

"Hope your new cage helps you focus, sweetie...~"

And with that, she was gone, the door shut firmly behind her.

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A few hours later, Amelia had managed to stand up and stumble over to her bed. She had kicked off her sweatpants and briefs, and only a thin blanket covered her lower half. Amelia was too nervous to put some pants on. She didn't think she was ready to see how difficult to hide the bulge from the cage would be.

She was browsing on her laptop now, breathlessly tabbing back and forth between her still untouched assignment... and filthy, humiliating porn of girls getting locked up in chastity.

It's just so I can learn how to deal with this until this nightmare is over... j-just research...

There was a knock on her door. Amelia's heart leapt into her throat, before she realised that it was far too timid to be Stacy again, and she fought down the feeling of disappointment as Isaac opened the door, poking his head into her room.

"U-um, hey Amelia..." his face was flushed.

"I... um... I was wondering if you maybe wanted some company...?"

She would have said yes. Amelia was absolutely, 100% positive that if that stupid cage hadn't been on her cock, she would have invited him in. She definitely wouldn't be unable to stop thinking about what Stacy had done with him. She wouldn't be worrying about whether her cock could measure up. There definitely wouldn't be any doubts about how bad her balls ached, pushed so close to the edge by being repeatedly humiliated and degraded, and wondering whether topping could ever come close to equaling that feeling...

Nuh uh. Absolutely not.

But she was locked up in this stupid cage. So she totally had no choice. Amelia squirmed under her blanket.

"I uh... I'm a little busy, sorry Isaac... maybe some other time?"

"Oh... ok, sure!" Isaac looked a little disappointed, but not too put out. As he turned to leave, Amelia caught a glimpse of what he was wearing. Or rather, what he wasn't wearing.

Amelia went back to browsing, and tried to ignore how her heart was racing... and that tight knot of pleasure in her stomach as she heard, faintly, the sound of Isaac knocking on Stacy's door.

She lay on her bed, aching in her cage... listening to the faint sounds of moaning, gasping, and bedsprings creaking that carried on late into the night.