Personality
This story was written years ago while I was mulling over the memory of a prank a friend of mine pulled back in Middle School. The victim was a haughty and very snobbish girl. (Don't worry, I aged everyone up to eighteen, though nowadays I don't think even that is old enough to be non-cringey. Nevertheless, I'm posting this story in its original form.)
I regretted participating and laughing at the poor (admittedly rude) girl. I also have a theory on the reason I disliked her so much and she infuriated me so at the time and wanted to explore these ideas now that I understand myself a little more.
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Sass-fetish. Sassy people irked me when I was young, though I couldn’t for the life of me understand why until I was older.
Kelei had plenty of friends in the school. It wasn’t as if her personality was a complete repellent, she obviously gathered a group of girls who enjoyed her company. But that meant nothing to Jack, the boy who sat next to her in homeroom and was the receiver of a lot of her sass and arrogance. If anything, the fact that so many girls seemed to stomach and even enjoy her company despite her sass and misplaced (according to Jack, that is) confidence irked him all the more.
Kelei was black and rather round. She wasn’t tall at all, shorter than Jack by half an inch in fact, but her large body made her seem taller than she was. Kelei was confident about her attractiveness, a fact that many of the boys and some of the girls in the class found comical. And she wasn’t just confident about her looks, but everything about herself. She performed adequately in most classes, barring gym in which she was the slowest and least athletic of them all.
Despite this the athletic women and the smart women all seemed to like her. She was rude to most people who weren’t her friends, from teachers to fellow students, but those she did call friends she was merely casually sassy to.
Jack himself didn’t particularly hold much regard to authority figures, but as someone who didn’t go out of his way to irk them he found himself annoyed at Kelei. She talked to teachers as if she already knew how the world worked, and that the universe revolved around herself. And though it sometimes bit her in the ass, that never did anything to lower her smugness.
Jack was tired of being talked down to by this girl. He was tired of hearing her sassy answers to teacher’s scolding her, tired of her going on and on about her supposed “sexcapades” and social life. He was tired of her making fun of him for his apparent lack of interest in “partying” and having a girlfriend. Most of all, Jack was tired of Kelei’s utter confidence. Just once he wanted that confidence to waver. Jack wanted to see her taken down a peg.
That was why, when no one was looking, he took the chair Kelei was going to sit on and sabotaged it. The metal legs were old and with a bit of squeezing from a tool Jack stole from shop class he managed to severely weaken one of them.
Though Kelei believed herself some kind of goddess who turned heads wherever she went, and her friends never did anything to disabuse her of that notion, the rest of the class thought of her as a overweight girl. And, Jack thought, it was time for her to realize that herself.
The last homeroom class of the day began. Jack sat down and stared away from Kelei. The class was settling itself and the professor was preparing the lesson on the chalkboard when Kelei sat.
The metal foot bent as soon as her ass touched the seat. There was a creak and a snap as Kelei broke the chair. Jack watched, keeping the joy out of his expression and hoping to match the shocked expression everyone else had. Kelei was on the floor, shocked.
Big Kelei’s seat couldn’t handle her own weight! was what Jack knew everybody was thinking.
The classroom, including a few of her own friends, burst into shocked laughter. The professor ran to try and help. Jack bubbled inside, never having felt such schadenfreude before. And Kelei just looked dumbfounded as the teacher helped her up.
And when the class eventually calmed down there were whispers abound. Jack knew they were all talking about the prank. And best of all, Kelei remained quiet throughout the whole class. It was perfect…
…Almost…
Once Jack risked a peak at Kelei and his heart nearly skipped a beat. Kelei was looking right at him, her eyes narrow. As though she knew…
*****
“You! Follow me,” Kelei said to Jack in front of his locker, her hands on her hips.
“Huh?”
The hall was filled with people, but a few of Jack’s locker neighbors were listening in on the exchange.
“I said you’re going to come with me. Now.” she said, matter-of-factly. Jack swallowed, trying to look more confident than he felt.
“Hell no, I’m not following you. Get real,” he said.
“Cut the crap. You know you’re going to follow me, anyway. Quit acting tough and innocent,” was her response. She grabbed his hand and pulled him along.
Jack followed, stunned. It was her utter confidence and assertiveness that was keeping him stuck to her whim, not just any strength of her own. All around him there were eyes on the two of them. People were noticing.
Without warning Kelei pushed jack into the girl’s washroom and locked it behind her. She pushed him against a tiled wall and stared him down. He drooped a lttle under her gaze, shrinking back.
“You did it, didn’t you?” she said.
“N-no!” Jack said.
“Liar. I know you have it in for me, Jack. You’ve been jealous of me since the beginning of the fucking year.”
“Jealous? Of you? As if!” Jack said.
“Why wouldn’t you be? I’m better than you in every way,” she said.
Jack scoffed and was about to rebuff her, but she spoke over him.
“I have more friends than you ever had. I have the looks, the charm, and most importantly, I have power,” a smirk rose on her face. Jack found he couldn’t deny what she said, even though logically he should have. She DID have more friends than he did. And though he didn’t think for a moment that she had “the looks” like she believed he knew there was no way to convince her otherwise (and for some reason her smug expression looming over him was as attractive as it was irksome).
“P-please! You’re nothing but some girl with an attitude problem. The bitch of the class!” Jack said.
Kelei raised a fist, as though to strike him. Jack flinched back. Kelei laughed at his cowardice and stepped closer to him.
“You call it rude. I call it strength!” she said. She stepped even closer to him, forcing Jack to shrink down further. He was shaking in fear now, the girl in front of him smirking down at him, like a predator about to play with her prey.
“G-get away,” Jack said, finally finding the energy to try and get away. But as he tried to stand up straight, Kelei grasped his wrists and forced him back down. She licked her lips and whispered.
“You like me,” she said, a hot whisper full of something that made Jack, to his horror, incredibly aroused.
“N-no!” he said. She forced her body closer to his.
“Everything you hate about me… it makes you want me.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement of fact. Kelei pressed herself unto Jack. Her great big breasts flattened against him. Jack’s erection poked against his jeans. Kelei, smiling victoriously, slowly pressed her crotch against his despite his futile struggling to prevent it.
“NoOH God!” Jack said as she gave him a quick, soft, dry hump. She could feel his arousal, there was no way she couldn’t.
“You can’t deny me anymore, idiot,” she said. “I’ve got more power over you than you will ever have over yourself.”
She didn’t move, simply chuckling at Jack’s struggling. He tried and tried, but his every squirm rubbed those breasts of hers along his chest. They squished up firm against his body, cleavage raising out from the collar of her tight shirt.
He couldn’t escape her. Kelei had never been the most athletic in gym, but she outclassed him in pure strength. She casually held Jack down even as his thrashing and fighting became more desperate. His erection grew and grew and he hated it.
He hated that Kelei’s body was doing this to him. He hated that she was managing to hold him against the wall, at her mercy. He hated that her smirk was attracting him against his will. He struggled harder and harder and harder-!
Kelei gave another soft and quick hump. Jack stopped struggling and gasped erotically.
“You like that, don’t you?” Kelei said. Before he could deny it she humped him again.
“I’m sorry? I didn’t hear that. What did you say?” Hump. He gasped again. “You’re not making sense.” Hump. It felt so good. “Speak up!” Hump. “Say you don’t like it!” Hump! “Say it! *HUMP* Say it! *HUMP* Say it! *HUMP* *HUMP* *HUMP* C'mon! Don’t let mean ol’ bitchy me treat you like this! *HUMPHUMPHUMP*”
“PLEASE, STOP!” Jack cried out, desperate.
“No. I won’t,” she said, and humped him three more times. He cried out, the pleasure breaking him down. “You know what’s going to happen, you funny little prankster? You’re going to apologise to me. When that doesn’t stop me you’re going to kiss up to me. And when that doesn’t work you’ll call me your superior. Your boss. Your Goddess. And even after all that I still won’t stop.”
She pressed her face close to his and shocked him silent with an invasive, tongue-filled kiss. It lasted twelve seconds, and her tongue invaded him, touching all of his mouth. She separated and, once again, gave a all-too-confident smirk.
“You’re going to cum in your pants while praising me, because I’m a Goddess while you’re just a little bitch of a man,” she said.
And Jack couldn’t stop her. She began humping him again, her own eyes half shut with the pleasure of dominating him. Lost in the bliss of his humiliation, Jack’s cries and pleas couldn’t reach her.
“Please, stop!” he cried, as her thrusts grow stronger. Her breasts pressed against him, firm and powerful. “N-no! Kelei, please! I was w-wrong… I was wrong to do that to you! I’m sorry! R-really, Kelei! D-don’t, please!”
Her thrusts grew firmer and firmer, quicker and quicker. There wasn’t even noise anymore, as her crotch stayed glued to his, pressing him against the wall repeatedly and quickly.
“Kelei… Y-you’re better than me… I admit it! Please…mercy…” Jack cried, desperate to appease her. Kelei didn’t stop. “I’m begging you! You’re right okay? Y-you’re my better… Oh God… Y-you can take what you want from me a-and I can’t stop you! You’ve proven yourself, okay? Let me go, please! Y-you’re my Goddess!”
He had given himself into his humiliation, swore his inferiority to the girl he hated him the most, and it wasn’t enough. There was truly no escaping the building up happening in his pants. In his final few seconds Jack truly gave up and was swept up in the bliss that followed.
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Kelei laughed as she separated from Jack, allowing his crying form to slump down on the form. She stepped over his body, hands on her hips as she admired her work. Jack’s dirtied pants and utterly humiliation was her art, her victory.
She gently pressed her boot against his sticky crotch and relished the fearful sound of his whimpering. She considered spitting on him, but thought better of it.
“Now, I want you to remember what I did to you. Next time you even THINK about playing a funny prank on me, or any girl, remember that I can and WILL crush you,” she said. Jack simply whimpered.
Kelei turned around and opened the bathroom door where her friends had gathered to wait for her. Some giggled at the sight before leaving the poor, crushed and defeated boy to grovel at what he had become.
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