Fiction: Better not Ghost, Bitch! (FF/M)

Another fictional entry with the help of ChatGPT-4o. In this one, a womanizer sleeps with then ghosts a girl. Her sister, a cop, and she return to enforce consequences.

During the spit roasting they put on Britney's "Work Bitch" video. ChatGPT was very helpful in writing out the lyrics, describing the visuals, and synchronizing his spit-roasting with it! Would have taken me hours to do manually. Did it in seconds.

There's even a bonus at the end, ChatGPT describes a new music video for Britney: "Better Not Ghost, Bitch!"

Better not Ghost, Bitch!

The Date

James had always considered himself a bit of a charmer. Tall, with dark hair and a confident smile, he had no trouble attracting attention. When he met Emily at a mutual friend's party, he was immediately drawn to her bright eyes and infectious laughter. They hit it off quickly, and by the end of the evening, he had her number.

Their first date was magical. James took Emily to a trendy downtown restaurant, where they shared stories and laughed over delicious food. The chemistry between them was undeniable. After dinner, they strolled through the city, eventually ending up at James' apartment. One thing led to another, and they spent the night together, sharing a passionate, rough, and intense moment.

The Silence

The next morning, Emily woke up feeling a mixture of happiness and vulnerability. She quietly dressed, leaving a note for James before slipping out of his apartment. She was sure she would hear from him soon. However, days turned into weeks, and there was no word from James. Emily's calls and texts went unanswered. Hurt and confused, she confided in her older sister, Kate.

Kate was fiercely protective of her younger sister. As a detective with the local police department, she had seen her fair share of heartache and deceit. When Emily told her about James, Kate was furious. She decided it was time to take matters into her own hands.

The Confrontation

Kate spent a few days gathering information about James. She found his address and learned a bit about his background. Determined to confront him, she made a plan with Emily.

On a sunny Saturday afternoon, Kate and Emily stood outside James' apartment building. Emily was nervous, but Kate was resolute. They knocked on James' door, and after a few moments, he opened it, looking surprised to see them.

"Emily?" he said, recognizing Emily from their date.

"And I'm Kate, her sister," Kate said firmly, "and we need to talk," she said, pushing her way into the apartment with Emily following close behind.

James, caught off guard, could only nod and close the door behind them. They all sat down in the living room, tension filling the air.

The Reckoning

"James," Emily started, her voice shaky but determined, "I thought we had something special. You just disappeared. Why?"

James sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look, Emily, I'm sorry. I didn't handle things well. I got scared and... I ghosted you. It was a cowardly thing to do."

Kate's eyes narrowed. "That's not good enough. You hurt my sister, and you need to understand the consequences of your actions. You can't just use people and throw them away."

James looked genuinely remorseful. "I know, and I'm really sorry, Emily. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Emily took a deep breath. "James, I really liked you. I deserve better than to be treated like this."

James nodded, guilt evident on his face. "You're right. You deserve much better. I promise I'll never do something like this again."

Kate leaned forward, her voice stern. "Words aren't enough, James. I think you need to be punished so you really understand the pain you've caused."

James looked confused. "Punished? What the hell are you talking about?"

Kate glanced at Emily, who nodded slightly. "I mean a spanking. You deserve to feel some of the humiliation and pain you've inflicted on my sister."

James's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "A spanking? Are you serious? There's no fucking way I'm letting you two spank me. That's ridiculous!"

Kate's expression hardened, and she pulled out her badge, flashing it in front of James. "I'm very serious, James. And unless you comply right now, I'll take you to jail for the marijuana I see on the side table."

James's eyes darted to the small baggie on the table, his heart sinking. He realized he was trapped. "You can't be serious," he muttered, but the resolve in Kate's eyes told him she wasn't bluffing.

The Punishment

Kate stood up and directed James to stand as well. "Lower your pants," she ordered.

James's face flushed with embarrassment. "Please, Ma'am, don't make me do this," he begged.

Kate's eyes hardened. "Now. Or else jail."

With trembling hands, he unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants, standing there in his underwear.

Kate took a seat on the couch and motioned for him to come closer. With a firm hand, she guided him over her lap, positioning him so that his bottom was raised. "This is what happens when you hurt someone," she said coldly. Then, with a swift motion, she pulled his underpants down to his knees, exposing his bare bottom.

James's face burned with humiliation as he lay across Kate's lap, his bare bottom exposed. He tried to steady his breathing, but the sense of vulnerability was overwhelming.

Kate's hand came down hard and fast, the sharp sound of each strike echoing in the room. James gasped at the first few strikes, but soon the pain intensified, and he found himself struggling to hold back tears.

"You need to understand that actions have consequences," Kate said as she continued the spanking. "You can't just hurt people and expect to get away with it."

James nodded through his tears. "I understand! I'm sorry! I really am!"

After several more firm strikes, Kate finally stopped. She let James up, and he stood there, rubbing his sore bottom, looking thoroughly chastened.

More to Come

James stood there, still rubbing his sore bottom, his face a mask of humiliation and regret. He thought the worst was over, but he was wrong.

Kate looked at him with a stern expression. "We're not done yet, James."

James's eyes widened in alarm. "Not done? What do you mean?"

Kate stood up, her gaze unwavering. "Tomorrow evening, Emily and I will be coming back. We're bringing strap-on dildos, and we're going to do to you what you did to Emily on your first date."

James felt a cold shiver run down his spine. "You can't be serious..."

"Oh, I'm very serious," Kate replied, her voice like steel. "You need to fully understand the impact of your actions. You used my sister for your own pleasure and discarded her without a second thought. Now, you'll experience what it's like to be on the receiving end."

Emily stood by her sister, her expression resolute. "It's only fair, James. You need to learn that actions have consequences."

James looked between the two sisters, his mind racing. He knew there was no escaping this. "I... I understand. I'll be here."

Kate nodded. "Good. We'll see you tomorrow evening. Be ready."

With that, the sisters left, leaving James alone with his thoughts and the growing sense of dread about what was to come.

The Preparation

The next day passed in a blur for James. He could hardly concentrate on anything as he thought about the impending punishment. He knew Kate and Emily were serious, and he dreaded what was to come. By the time evening rolled around, he was a bundle of nerves.

He made sure he himself and his apartment were both clean and tried to mentally prepare himself. He had never experienced anything like this before, and the thought of what was coming both terrified and humbled him. He knew he deserved it, though. He had to make amends for what he had done.

At exactly 7 PM, there was a knock on his door. James took a deep breath and opened it to find Kate and Emily standing there, looking resolute. They walked in, and James could see the determination in their eyes. They had brought a bag with them, and he knew what it contained.

Spit-Roasting

"Strip," Kate commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.

James nodded and quickly removed his clothes, feeling a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him as he stood naked as the day he was born before them. Kate opened the bag and pulled out two strap-on dildos. She handed one to Emily and began putting the other on herself.

"This is what you deserve, James," Kate said as she adjusted the strap-on over her jeans. "You used Emily for your own pleasure. Now, you'll know what it feels like to be used."

Emily looked at James, her expression a mix of sadness and determination. "We’re doing this to make sure you understand, James. So you never treat anyone else this way again."

James nodded, swallowing hard. "Just get it over with."

Kate directed James to get on his hands and knees on the couch. He complied, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt completely exposed and vulnerable.

Kate positioned herself behind him, and Emily stood to the side, ready to take her turn. Kate leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "This is for Emily. Remember that."

She took a bottle of lubricant from the bag and applied a generous amount to her fingers. James shivered as he felt her hands on him, spreading the lubricant thoroughly. The sensation was cold and clinical, heightening his sense of exposure and helplessness.

Then, without further warning, Kate began to press the tip of the strap-on against his entrance. The initial pressure made him gasp, and he clenched instinctively.

"Relax," Kate ordered sharply. "This will be easier if you don't fight it."

James tried to comply, taking deep breaths as he felt the tip slowly push inside. The intrusion was gradual but relentless, inch by inch. Each movement brought a new wave of discomfort and a sharp, stretching pain. James felt every inch as it entered him, his body struggling to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation.

As Kate continued, the pain mingled with a deep sense of humiliation. The feeling of being penetrated, inch by inch, was overwhelming. Tears began to stream down his face, not just from the physical pain, but from the emotional torment of his complete vulnerability.

"You need to understand that actions have consequences," Kate said as she continued to push deeper. "You can't just hurt people and expect to get away with it."

James nodded through his tears, his voice choked. "I understand! I'm sorry! I really am!"

Kate finally stopped when the strap-on was fully inside him. She paused for a moment, letting the sensation sink in before she began to move slowly, in and out. Each movement sent sharp waves of pain through James's body, but he knew he had to endure it. He focused on the reason for this punishment, knowing he had brought it upon himself.

After what felt like an eternity, Kate paused and nodded to Emily. "Your turn."

Emily stepped forward, her face set in determination. She took Kate's place and continued the punishment. The process began again, with Emily's strap-on slowly entering him. James could feel every inch, the pain and humiliation compounding with each movement.

But Emily wasn’t done. She grabbed a handful of James's hair, yanking his head back roughly. "Remember how you did this to me?" she hissed, her voice filled with a mixture of anger and resolve.

James gasped at the rough treatment, his scalp burning as Emily pulled his hair. "Yes, I remember! I'm sorry!"

Emily ignored his plea, continuing to thrust the strap-on in and out of him with increasing intensity. She lifted her hand and began to slap his ass, each strike adding to his pain and humiliation. "And this?" she asked, her voice cold.

James's tears flowed freely now, the combined sensations of the strap-on, the hair pulling, and the ass-slapping overwhelming him. The pain and humiliation were unlike anything he had ever experienced.

"You need to understand," Emily continued, her voice steady despite her actions. "You can't treat people like they're disposable."

Kate stepped forward, watching Emily for a moment before speaking. "Let's make sure he fully understands."

Kate moved in front of James, positioning her strap-on near his face. "Open your mouth," she commanded.

James hesitated, but the pain in his scalp from Emily's grip urged him to comply. He opened his mouth, and Kate pushed the strap-on in, making him take it deep. James gagged slightly, the feeling of the strap-on in his mouth combining with the sensation of Emily's movements behind him.

Work Bitch

Kate reached over to a nearby table and turned on the TV, navigating to the music video for Britney Spears' "Work Bitch." The video filled the screen, the upbeat pop music and provocative visuals adding to James's humiliation.

The pain, humiliation, and the overpowering pop music created a surreal and excruciating experience. The visuals on the TV, with Britney's commanding presence and the provocative dance moves, only added to his torment.

James's tears streamed down his face as he was used by both women.

**"You want a hot body?"**

Kate thrust the strap-on deeper into James's mouth, making him gag slightly. On the screen, Britney's powerful dance moves emphasized her control and dominance.

**"You want a Bugatti?"**

Emily's thrusts became more forceful, and she yanked James's hair back harder. Britney, in a tight silver bodysuit, danced fiercely, exuding confidence and power.

**"You want a Maserati?"**

Kate pushed the strap-on all the way in, forcing James to take it deep. Britney, in a glittering red outfit, strutted confidently, reinforcing the theme of control and dominance.

**"You better work, bitch."**

Emily slapped James's ass again, each strike harder than the last. The video showed Britney cracking a whip against a backup dancer's ass, the snap of the whip echoing through the room and mirroring James's own spanking.

**"You want a Lamborghini?"**

Kate thrust rhythmically, matching the beat of the music. Britney, now in a sleek black ensemble, moved with precision and power, her every move highlighting her authority.

**"Sip Martinis?"**

Emily's movements became even more relentless, her grip on James's hair tightening painfully. Britney, lounging by a pool in a chic outfit, sipped a martini with an air of superiority.

**"Look hot in a bikini?"**

Kate's strap-on went deep, making James choke and his eyes water. Britney, in a stunning bikini, posed confidently on the beach, the epitome of allure and control.

**"You better work, bitch."**

Emily slapped his ass repeatedly, each hit adding to his pain and humiliation. Britney's whip cracked again, this time with even more force, emphasizing her dominance.

**"You want to live fancy?"**

Kate forced him to take the full length, his mouth stretched wide. Britney, in a lavish mansion, danced among opulent decor, her movements a display of luxury and power.

**"Live in a big mansion?"**

Emily's thrusts were unyielding, each one more intense than the last. Britney, in a sparkling gown, waltzed through the grand halls of a mansion, exuding elegance and control.

**"Party in France?"**

Kate's movements were relentless, the strap-on going in and out in rhythm with the music. Britney, in a chic Parisian outfit, partied with friends in an elegant setting, her presence commanding the room.

**"You better work, bitch."**

Emily's slaps echoed through the room, each one a reminder of his vulnerability. The video showed Britney dominating the dance floor, her presence commanding and fierce.

James's tears continued to flow as the relentless punishment and the overpowering music and visuals of Britney's dominance on the screen combined into a nightmarish experience. The surreal and excruciating mixture of physical pain, emotional torment, and the commanding presence of Britney on the TV left James feeling utterly broken and humiliated.

Aftermath

When it was finally over, James collapsed onto the couch, his body shaking with sobs. Kate and Emily stood over him, their expressions softening slightly.

"Do you feel like a little bitch now?" Kate asked, her voice cold and demanding.

James looked up at them, tears still streaming down his face, his body trembling. "Yes, I do," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Tell us," Emily said, her tone firm. "Tell us in what ways you feel like a little bitch. Describe every detail."

James hesitated, but the stern expressions on Kate and Emily's faces left no room for argument. He took a deep breath and began to speak, his voice breaking with each word.

"You... you made me strip naked," he started, his voice shaking. "You put those... those strap-on dildos on, and... and you lubed me up. It felt so cold and humiliating."

Kate and Emily nodded, encouraging him to continue. "Go on," Kate said.

"Then you... you pushed the strap-on inside me," James continued, his tears flowing freely. "It was so painful and... and degrading. I felt every inch as it went in. I felt like a girl, so exposed and vulnerable."

"And what did Emily do?" Kate prompted, her voice relentless.

"Emily... she grabbed my hair and... and pulled it back," James sobbed. "She slapped my ass so hard, over and over. It hurt so much. I felt like a slut."

"How did it feel to have the strap-on in your mouth?" Emily asked, her tone demanding.

"It felt... horrible," James choked out. "I gagged and... and felt like I couldn't breathe. It was so humiliating, having it pushed in deep. I felt like a whore, being used."

"And the music video?" Kate pressed. "What about the music video?"

James cried harder. "The video... it made it worse. Britney was so powerful and in control. Watching her dominate and crack that whip... it mirrored everything you were doing to me. I felt like... like a little bitch."

"Keep going," Emily insisted. "Tell us more."

James's voice was barely a whisper as he continued. "I felt so small and weak. Every thrust, every slap... it reminded me of how I treated Emily. I felt... I felt like a little bitch, completely dominated, used, and discarded."

Kate and Emily exchanged a look of satisfaction. They had achieved what they had set out to do.

"Remember this feeling, James," Kate said, her voice softening slightly. "Remember what it feels like to be vulnerable and humiliated. This is the consequence of your actions. Be better."

Emily placed a hand on his shoulder. "We hope you've learned your lesson, James. We don't want to see you hurt anyone else."

James nodded fervently, his body still trembling. "I promise. I've learned my lesson."

Kate and Emily gathered their things and headed for the door. Before leaving, Kate turned back to him. "Remember this, James. Actions have consequences. Be better."

With that, they left, leaving James to reflect on everything that had happened. He knew he had a long way to go, but he was determined to change. The punishment had been harsh, but it had also been a necessary wake-up call. He vowed to become a better person, one who respected and valued others, and to never repeat the mistakes of his past.

Bonus Content!

Music Video: "Better Not Ghost Bitch"

**Verse 1:**

You want a hot body?  

(Visual: Britney in a shimmering gold bikini, dancing with confidence and power in front of a luxurious mansion.)

You want to play dirty?  

(Visual: Britney struts down a hallway, flanked by backup dancers in sleek black outfits, exuding dominance.)

You ghost a girl, honey?  

(Visual: Close-up of Britney pointing accusingly at the camera, her expression fierce and unforgiving.)

You better not ghost, bitch.  

(Visual: Britney cracks a whip, the snap echoing as backup dancers flinch.)

**Pre-Chorus:**

You think you can leave her?  

(Visual: Britney in a dark, edgy outfit, standing over a man who looks regretful and humiliated.)

Then live without her?  

(Visual: The man is shown trying to reach out to Britney, but she turns away, unimpressed.)

You think you're so clever?  

(Visual: Britney rolls her eyes, her expression dismissive as she walks away from the man.)

You better not ghost, bitch.  

(Visual: Britney spins around, the whip cracking again, emphasizing her control.)

**Chorus:**

Now you'll be punished,  

(Visual: Britney in a dominatrix outfit, holding a whip as she dances around a kneeling man.)

Feel the sting, feel the pain,  

(Visual: The man is shown wincing as Britney taps his cheek with the whip, her expression merciless.)

Spanking hard, it's your shame,  

(Visual: Britney forcefully spanking the man, his face showing the pain and humiliation.)

You better not ghost, bitch.  

(Visual: Britney stands tall, the camera zooming in on her confident smirk.)

**Verse 2:**

You want a fun night?  

(Visual: Britney in a sparkling dress, dancing in a neon-lit club, surrounded by adoring fans.)

Then just take flight?  

(Visual: A man is shown sneaking out of a bedroom, his face guilty as he leaves a sleeping woman behind.)

You left her in the morning light?  

(Visual: Britney confronts the man, her expression one of stern disapproval.)

You better not ghost, bitch.  

(Visual: The man is shown being led away by Britney's backup dancers, looking frightened.)

**Pre-Chorus:**

You think you can disappear?  

(Visual: Britney in a sleek silver outfit, standing in a dark alleyway, her presence intimidating.)

Without facing your fear?  

(Visual: The man is shown looking over his shoulder, nervously glancing around.)

You'll pay for every tear,  

(Visual: Britney steps forward, the camera focusing on her determined expression.)

You better not ghost, bitch.  

(Visual: The whip cracks again, the sound echoing through the scene.)

**Chorus:**

Now you'll be punished,  

(Visual: Britney in a dominatrix outfit, leading a group of backup dancers in a powerful dance routine.)

Feel the sting, feel the pain,  

(Visual: Close-up of the man's face as he winces from a spanking, Britney's expression unyielding.)

Spanking hard, it's your shame,  

(Visual: Britney spanking the man forcefully, his face showing pain and humiliation.)

Deep throat, feel the strain,  

(Visual: The man is shown gagging as Britney forces a strap-on into his mouth, her expression unyielding.)

You better not ghost, bitch.  

(Visual: Britney stands tall, the camera zooming in on her confident smirk.)

**Bridge:**

Feel the whip, feel it crack,  

(Visual: Britney in a dominatrix outfit, cracking a whip against the man's ass, the sound echoing.)

Feel the sting on your back,  

(Visual: The man is shown with red marks from the whipping, his face showing pain and humiliation.)

Cry your tears, face your fears,  

(Visual: Britney stands behind the man, her presence dominating as he cries.)

You better not ghost, bitch.  

(Visual: Britney cracks the whip on his ass one final time, the sound reverberating through the scene.)

**Chorus:**

Now you'll be punished,  

(Visual: Britney in a dominatrix outfit, holding a whip as she dances around a kneeling man.)

Feel the sting, feel the pain,  

(Visual: The man is shown wincing as Britney taps his cheek with the whip, her expression merciless.)

Spanking hard, it's your shame,  

(Visual: Britney spanking the man forcefully, his face showing pain and humiliation.)

Deep throat, feel the strain,  

(Visual: The man is shown gagging as Britney forces a strap-on into his mouth, her expression unyielding.)

You better not ghost, bitch.  

(Visual: Britney stands tall, the camera zooming in on her confident smirk.)

**Outro:**

Feel the burn, take it deep,  

(Visual: Britney forcing the man to take the strap-on deep up his ass, his face showing discomfort and humiliation.)

Ass fucked, no sleep,  

(Visual: The man is shown being penetrated, his face twisted in pain and shame.)

Cry your tears, face your fears,  

(Visual: Britney stands behind the man, her presence dominating as he cries.)

You better not ghost, bitch.  

(Visual: The screen fades to black as Britney's whip cracks one final time, leaving the echo lingering.)