The Enchantress #24, 25, and 26

The Enchantress #24

Enchantress: "If you love something you should let it go."

Enchantress: Hmm...nah.

Enchantress: This book is a bunch of rubbish, don't you agree?

The Hero, tied up, gagged and acting as her chair: MMPH!

Enchantress: You agree.

(What can I say? It's Enchy being incorrigible)

The Enchantress #25

Fairy: One river will wash away your wounds but replace them with sin. The other will wash away your sins, but will worsen your wounds, possibly killing you. Those dying with no hope often choose the latter one, while those who fear no God choose the former. Which shall you choose?

Hero: These two rivers merge, right? What if I bathe in that one.

Fairy: Hmm. Maybe it'll clean both your wounds and sins. Maybe it'll fill you with sins AND kill you. Maybe they'll cancel out. I've never-

Hero: Honestly, I was just looking for a nice place to bathe. But now that you've told me of the rivers' properties, I must try this!

Hero: *Finds the merged river and strips down, and bathes in it*

Hero: ARGH! It Burns On My Body AND MY SOUL!

Fairy: Alas, the worst possible combination! Your soul is being filled with sin and your body is dying. All hope is lost for you, you risk-taking thrill seeker.

Hero: NOT...YET~!

*Despite being filled with insufferable pain and the urge to kill and maim filling his mind and body, the hero's breathing slows. He takes a meditative stance*

Fairy: He's...resisting the sins. And his metabolism is slowing down...he would no doubt be dead otherwise!

Hero: Okay River, you've had your fun. But I live still. Give me my reward, magical waters.

Fairy: Now his wounds are healing...incredible! His body resisted death long enough to take advantage of the promiscuous river's healing properties! How can this-?

Hero: HEY FAIRY! Have I been cured of all sins or whatever, yet?

Fairy: Oh! Yes, totally. You should leave before the river changes composition again...

Hero: If I'm cleaned then why do I still have this? *Points Downwards*

Fairy: *blushes* Er, well...technically, erm, your erection isn't really a sign of sin or anything. There's nothing inherently "wrong" with...um...attraction...now please put your clothes back on!

Hero: ...Oh. Darn. I should have known it wouldn't be this easy.

*Later, the hero walks to his campsite. Waiting for him by the already lit campfire in a magic bag with a rose comically placed in her mouth is You Already Know Who*

Hero: Did you see what went down by the river?

Enchantress: I certainly did. You nearly perished and that would have been a tragedy. But you should have known... Sexual attraction, despite what you seem to insist, is not a sin that you should avoid...

Hero: ...It may not be a sin, but I'm never getting in that bed willingly.

Enchantress: *smiles* Cute.

(It should be obvious that in the beginning, these enchantress stories were moreso off-the-cuff erotica tales than any work I would put actual effort into making. The mis-matched use of modern slang and faux-fantastic nomenclature, the strange improvised plots, all work that I had fun writing.)

The Enchantress #26

Bandits gather around a campfire to celebrate their latest conquest: robbing a recently unearthed tomb. Few of them questioned why the tomb seemed so new, how no one had unearthed it when it was right there in the open, why there were no excavators, the fact that there was a sign pointing out where it was…but the alcohol was making them forget.

Two bandits decide to take one last search around.

Bandit #1: Yo! I found a giant urn!

Bandit #2: What’s inside it? Gold? Ashes?

Bandit #1: I dunno…it’s sealed shut. I don’t wanna break it…it might be worth more if we don’t.

Bandit #2: …Whoa! That thing is big enough to hide three people inside it!

Hero, from within the urn: *Whisper* Please don’t think too much about it, please don’t think too much about it…

Bandit #1: Yeah…it could… Or maybe one person with, say, three days worth of food…oh well! AND LOOK! IT’S LINED WITH GOLD!

Bandit #2: The boss would love this thing!

Bandit #1: She’ll be so happy she’ll reward us with a cut of the profits…and our own squadron… And names instead of this #1 and #2 bullshit!

Bandit #2: Let’s get the others to haul this thing back to the base.

Hero: *silent “yes” and fist pump*

Bandit #1: Heh, we’re gonna have a hell of a time lugging this thing around for four days.

The two walk away. The hero, inside the urn sitting on a soft sleeping bag, wonders aloud.

Hero: Four days? It’ll take four days to find their hidden base? Man, forget this. I only packed enough food here for three days at most. And I haven't even thought of what to do about toiletries and the like. I didn't think this through enough. I'm breaking out right now-!

Enchantress: You don’t have to worry about that, sweetie.

Hero: W-what? Where did you come from? How did-?

Enchantress: I can’t let you give up on your brilliant plan so easily! So for the next four days *I* will be taking command of this mission….

Hero: No way! Let go of…Hey! Get off of me…oof! Mmph!

Enchantress: Now now, hero, if we’re gonna stay in this big urn for the next four days we can’t be stingy! We have to share what little space we have…we’re gonna have to get reeeeal close together.

Hero: MMMPH! RRRWL! MPH!

Enchantress: Shh…they might hear us if we argue. Just relax…let me smother you to sleep now…surrender…you can’t fight it…be a good boy…

Hero: Mmmph! Mmmm…mmmph…

Enchantress: And when you wake up we’ll have a nice meal, play some fun games, take a shower together…with me in here with you, even this stuffy vase can be a place to call home…*chuckle*

Hero: …mmmph…*eyes close*

(I remember that this particular story began as a conversation with a friend about the characters Hero and Princess. It revolved around the following scenario: How would the hero sneak into a royal banquet in order to assassinate an evil noble? I believe what we came up with was...

Hero, in a vase: Princess! Psst!

Princess: Oh you have to be kidding me.

Hero: Don't be frighened! Though I appear to be a talking Vase at the moment, if you look closer you will see that I'm actually the hero! In disguise!

Princess: Really...

*Pokes the vase, tipping the hero over*

Hero: I've been compromised. Retreat!

*literally rolls away*

Princess: *Giggles*

As you can see by this short little tale, the hero and princess characters began to change from simply tools to make erotic femdom stories with to Adorable tools to make erotic femdom stories with. And soon they would change and change until I saw them as actually realized characters for more serious tales.

Also to note, I believe this was the first story to mention and acknowledge how nobody in this setting seems to have a true name and how everyone seems to go by titles.)

The Enchantress #22

The Hero follows a little girl into a cave by the beach. She points to a giant oyster.

Little Girl: That’s the species of oyster that creates magical pearls!

Hero: So, if I remove the pearl, you’ll be able to afford medicine for your sick aunt?

Little Girl: Please help me! But be careful! It’s a dangerous creature!

Hero: Hmm. I’ll use my sword to prop its shell open.

The Hero pries the creatures’ shell open with his sword, and then holds it open with the blunt end, stabbing the ground with the blade. The oyster’s shell stays open.

Little Girl: It’s a small pearl so you might not find it at first…

Hero: Time to get dirty, I suppose.

The hero climbs into the oyster. The inside of the shell is soft with dry membrane. The oyster itself is moist, but oddly soft…Suddenly, there is darkness.

Hero: Gah! It closed!

Enchantress: Fool! I can’t believe that I managed to trick you into climbing in!

Hero: What the hell is this? Enchantress? 

Enchantress: I was the little girl, obviously. And now you’re stuck in a magical oyster without your precious sword.

The shell of the oyster begins to morph. It takes the form of the hero, trapping him still in a shell perfectly shaped like him.

Enchantress: As you can feel, the shell has wrapped around you. You have no way of breaking out. My, it has captured your shape perfectly! It even mimicked your perfect little ass.

The Hero: Mmmph!

The Enchantress strokes the outline of the hero’s rear. The shell is strong, but thin enough that he can feel her touch. He struggles but can’t defend himself against it.

Enchantress: You’re probably wondering what’s going on, since you can’t see. The oyster is consuming your clothing. By now you’re probably butt naked. Oh, I wish I could see you right now! Shuddering…nude and desperate…oh my. But it’ll be worth the wait.

The Hero: Mmm?

Enchantress: Oh! I haven’t told you yet, have I? That oyster is making you into a beautiful pearl. You see, I have been loving our little games and I wanted to spice things up. A little conversation with your precious princess-

The Hero: MMMPH!

Enchantress: Whoa there, relax, boy. She’s fine. Anyway, she told me that you were attracted to both women and men. She says you’ve even slept with a few of your old friends. How wonderful! So…

The Hero: Mph…

Enchantress: Oh, it’s started lathering you in erotic chemicals. That’s good, it’ll keep you alive, fed, and very horny like a good boy. Anyway, I thought I’d share you with some of my male friends. You know, butter them up for favors and all that. It’s good business.

Enchantress: But the problem is, though your face is cute enough, when you strip off the clothes and weapons you are just too lean and masculine for their tastes. This oyster will fix all of that. It’ll mold you into a form that both me and my friends will find all so much better…

Enchantress: Dear? Are you still capable of talking? Or has the oyster begun to coax you, alter your mind into a horny bliss? Don’t resist it! Let it take you…

Enchantress: Can you even hear me now?

The next day the oyster opened. The Enchantress levitated the limp and barely conscious and freshly transformed hero out from the shell. He’s coated in a transparent, soft pearl shell.

Enchantress: Oh dear, you’re perfect right now.

The Hero: …Huh? W-where am I? What’s this stuff around me?

Enchantress: Oh, that’s just the pearl coating. It’ll keep you smooth, helpless, and very erotically sensitive to touch, even after we clean it off. What you should be worried about is your physique. Look!

The enchantress showed the hero their own body with a dressing mirror. Even in his drowsy state the change was obvious. His skin was softer, his steel muscles were replaced with soft fat, and his hips were wide and round like a lady’s. His penis was smaller but wider. Even knowing it was his own body, the sight made his heart beat and his penis as erect as it could get, which wasn’t impressive at all. Utterly humiliated, the Hero came at the sight of his own feminine body.

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(I actually really love this one. I'm not a fan of forced feminization because it frames the idea that men wearing "women's clothing" like dresses and skirts to be "humiliating." I myself do not like to wear such clothes, but to imply that it should be in any way humiliating demeans women as though they are somehow inferior. And that's not even touching how transphobic it can be.

What I liked about this one was the trapping... and the fact that the transformation involved such erotic, entrapping processes. 

Also, bisexual hero. He will be engaging in MLM sex scenes and a few romance scenes every now and then.)

Cammy

Cammy

I originally wrote three wildly different versions of this story, all within one night. I won't say the final product was vastly disappointing compared to the theme I had in mind, but I wasn't so proud of this when I first published it on Tumblr. But it's become popular enough and many have commented on this so I started seeing the merits of it. 

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Cammy Bo was shorter than you, but it always felt like she loomed over you. The rest of the school saw her as a nerdy, soft, and cute as hell asian girl who just happened to be a bit of a science class fanatic. She was one of the adorable, beloved cuties of the school.

But you knew better. One day, in your freshman year, you had been walking with her along with other students. You were part of a group project that she was a part of and had only been following along to take notes and the like. Cammy was respectful to you, as well as all of the others, but didn’t seem all that interested in being anything other than group partners.

But when the others walked away and you and Cammy was alone she looked you up and down. You and Cammy had barely known each other back then… But she was already quite popular while you were, well, not. She smiled playfully at you.

All the while grabbing you and slamming you, not too painfully but rather roughly, into the lockers. Shocked and surprised, you hadn't realized what was happening before she held your hand behind your back in an inescapable hold.

You weren’t a bodybuilder or anything, but you weren’t weak either. And yet she had you pressed and in her power.

“Cammy? Wh-what are you doing?” You had said. Whimpered, even.

Cammy just giggled, you remember.

“You’re not strong at all, are you?” she had told you. Her tone was casual, as though it were a friendly chat.

Luckily the halls had been empty at that point so no one was around to mock you. It would have been humiliating, being held down by such a cute, innocent girl. On the other hand, there was no one to save you from Cammy…

She pulled you back and let go. You tried to take the chance to fight back against her, but she tripped you. She grasped your hand and held tight with an unexpectedly powerful grip strength. She pulled you into another inescapable hold while humming.

“You really can’t get out of these, can you? I could make you do anything…”

“N-no…”

“Don’t deny it, silly! You’re too weak to resist me, so don’t bother.”

You squirmed and squirmed, trying to break her hold. It was fruitless, as she said. She tightened the hold on you, causing you to stop. A warning.

“I’ve been waiting for this, you know. I needed someone weaker than me to enslave, but I could never find the right opportunity. I’m doing this to you because we’re alone. This opportunity to put you in your place might never come again. Don’t fight. Make this easy on yourself and just submit…”

She tightened the hold even further, just for one painful second. You winced.

“Say you’re my bitch!”

“O-okay! Okay, please… I’m your bitch!” you said. Your compliance must have amused her, because gave a laugh heartier than her normal, cute little giggle.

“Man, you’re weak! I’m just kidding, obviously. Though… I will probably make you give me your notes for classes when I’m feeling too lazy.”

Her hand drifted close to your crotch at this. You remember, to this day, a mix of fear, shock, and excitement this elicited in you. You’re not sure if this was even intentional, but you would never forget the feeling. Then she pushed you down and stood over you.

“I’m sure we’ll be great friends!”

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After that moment Cammy, against your will, became one of your best friends in High School. Though you tried to avoid her she would grab your hand and lead you around. With her grip strength, one squeeze was enough to scare away any resistance from you. She always found you during lunch and between classes.

She even came to your house early in the mornings to pick you up for school. Sometimes, whenever it pleased her, it seemed, she would look for you even on weekends. When she got her license in junior year it became a lot easier for her to find you wherever you were in town.

It was a bizarre experience, being Cammy’s “friend.” In the presence of teachers, fellow students, and even your own family you were just that. One of her friends. She was nice to you. She shared lunches with you, and even gossiped about other students. She invited you to hang out (these invitations were mandatory, though no one else knew that) and even saw movies with you. She even helped you with your school work. You sometimes got the impression that you really were friends.

But when you two were alone, she was unpredictable. She could be kind, or she could be cruel. She could demand anything of you, from study notes to demanding your virginity (Okay, she never did that, but she did joke about it once…). And she never lost her kind, cute way of speaking, even while wrestling you to the ground.

Cammy liked to get physical with you. She never hurt you, though it wasn’t as though she had ever promised she wouldn’t. She would wrestle you down and force you to feel utterly helpless in her grasp. All while speaking to you in that casual, sometimes even endearing voice.

“Did you eat breakfast? You’re even weaker than usual today.”

“See, this is why you need to be reminded who’s in charge! If I didn’t humble you every so often you might get a big head, and then who would get you out of trouble?”

“Anyway, I’m going to sit on you until you agree to watch a movie with me and the other girls this weekend. I’m not letting you miss it!”

She played these moments off as playful teasing, but to you they were a fearful reminder of your role. She gripped you firmly in life, just as she did so to your body while wrestling.

She was your bully. She was your tormentor. And to make your situation worse, you were becoming more and more attracted to her…

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“I’m going to shove you in my locker one day,” she whispered to you one day. She winked at you and then walked away.

That was during your sophomore year of high school. It was just the latest of Cammy’s playful threats, but it stuck with you for some reason. It made your imagination run wild, and you couldn’t find a way to forget it.

This was the beginning of your perverse dreaming of Cammy.

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You dreamed of Cammy bullying you. In your dreams she was worse than in real life. She was much more violent, demeaning, and you enjoyed it so much…

In real life Cammy wrestled you, but she avoided touching you too perversely… But in the dream land Cammy was merciless. Dream Cammy laughed and giggled while holding you down and playing with your crotch with her fingers. Or stripped you down and sat on your face. Dream Cammy loomed over you even though in reality she was slightly shorter than you.

In real life Cammy would tease you for your crushes. In your dreams Cammy would mock you, and then ask out your crush right in front of you. Then she would force you to go with them on dates and watch her seduce your crush right in front of your eyes.

In real life Cammy joked about putting you in her locker. You had a special, reoccuring dream about that…

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It was not just when you were sleeping that “dream Cammy” haunted you. Even seemingly innocent things Cammy did began to haunt you at times.

“I like keeping you around,” she would say to you. You would imagine her “keeping” you, taking you to her house, kidnapping you… This was extreme, even for a bully like Cammy, but that fantasy kept you warm at night.

“You have such nice handwriting,” she once said, and you imagined a flirtatious tone in her voice.

And you never did forget about that thing she said once, about stuffing you into her locker…

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In your dreams Cammy pulls you to her locker. She’s giggling as you squirm, unable to escape her grasp. She opens her locker. You gasp.

Inside is a modified room, just big enough to encase you. It’s soft, with little fuzzy wrist clamps to hold you still. There are little machines alongside the wall of the locker. Dream Cammy laughs and explains to you how she made it…

“I modified the inside of my locker to become your permanent pen. The walls are soundproof so no one will hear your struggling, and covered in little gadgets to monitor you. If you struggle, no one will hear you! If you try anything I’ll see you! You’ll be my personal slave forever!”

You shriek in fear and beg, “Please! Don’t stuff me in there, Cammy! Why would you do this?”

She laughs and picks you up. You squirm but can’t stop her. She puts you in her locker. She snaps the wrist straps, holding you firm. She teases your body with her pretty little hands, pinching and

“Because you’re mine, silly.”

Then she closes the door while giggling, sealing you in.

It’s dark in there. Sometimes you wake up. Other times… Cammy comes back. She opens the door. While you’re strapped down and unable to move she puts her hands all over you, touching and stroking every part of you. She strips you and presses her soft body upon you…

In your dreams, sometimes Cammy Bo rapes you.

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One day you walked up to her. She was waiting for you in her car, ready to drive you home. She smiled when she saw you. Her beautiful smile… You entered onto the passenger seat, not saying a word. You kept your gaze down.

“Hey! Want to study in your room again? I know your folks aren’t home, though, so I understand if you don’t want to…”

You looked up. She was smiling at you. Your imagination told you so many stories… But in real life, you couldn’t even tell if she even saw you as a friend…

“Cammy?” you said, tensing yourself up and trying to will yourself to speak.

“Yes?”

She was looking you right in the eyes. This cute, smart, sadistic, woman…

“Wh-why do you bully me?”

Cammy frowned. She put a hand on your lap, making you flinch. She leaned close to you…

“Do you like it?” she whispered. She was smiling, an evil look in her eyes. “If you tell me you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

“R-really?” you said. She nodded.

“If you tell me to stop, I will. No more wrestling you down. No more dragging you around. No more embarrassing you. No more playful threats about stealing your lunch money, and stuff like that.”

“No more telling me you’ll shove me in my locker?” you said.

“My locker. It was my locker I told you I would put you in,” she corrected.

You looked Cammy in the eyes. She smirked, as though she believed she knew exactly what you wanted to say…

“Please…”

“Please what?” she encouraged.

“Please… never let me go…” you said.

You were so embarrassed, and so disappointed in yourself. But that was that. Cammy nodded, approvingly.

“I am so putting you in my locker one day. Now come on. To your house. Alone. With no one to help you if I get a little… naughty…”

Your heart beat wildly as she started the car, ready to take you away.

Personality (Sass and Bully Fetish)

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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Contains: Femdom, Forced Orgasm, Seduction, Female Bully, Molestation, and other such themes. The characters are of-age, though the setting is a High School.


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…

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“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.

*** *** ***

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.