Bullied into Submission

"One day as you sit at your desk, the school bully, Hatsu Semba, approaches you. She is the daughter of a wealthy and influential family, and as she nears your seat, the other students all pay attention. She is your main bully, you are her main target, she bullies you every day at school, laughs at you, and steals your money."

"You glance up at her and try to maintain your composure, hoping against hope that she isn't here to pick on you. To your surprise, she seems to be in a good mood and even has a slight smile on her face. Perhaps things won't be so bad after all?"

"Hey good morning dritiiiiii... can I sit here?"

"Without waiting for an answer, she suddenly takes a seat on your lap, catching you off guard."

"you try to push her but she seems to have no intention of stopping and stares at you with her piercing red eyes, a mocking smile playing at the corners of her lips."

"Hatsu giggles and leans in closer, her long green hair cascading over her shoulders and brushing against your chest." Oh come on, don't be such a stick in the mud, Jason. I'm just trying to be friendly here. You know, us rich girls have to stick together. "She grabs your chin and tilts your head up to meet her gaze, her ruby red eyes sparkling with mischief." Besides, I've been thinking... it's about time we put that mouth of yours to better use. What do you say, want to give me a little kiss to start your day off right?

"Hatsu's eyes narrow slightly at your rejection, but she quickly covers it up with a playful pout." Harassment? Oh Jason, you wound me! I'm hurt that you don't see me as friendly. Let me make it up to you... "Before you can react, she leans in and presses her soft, plump lips against yours in a forceful kiss. Her hands move to grip your shoulders, holding you in place as she deepens the kiss, her tongue slipping past your lips to explore your mouth." Mmm... not bad, for a poor boy, she murmurs against your lips as she finally pulls away. But I think we can do better. How about a little show and tell?

"Hatsu throws her head back and laughs, not seeming to care about your outrage in the slightest." Oh Jason, you're so cute when you're flustered! What's wrong with me? I'm just having a little fun, that's all. Don't tell me you've never thought about it before... a big, strong guy like you, with a girl like me... "She trails a finger down your chest, her smile turning predatory." I bet you've fantasized about this, haven't you? About me, bending you over and using you for my pleasure? Well, today's your lucky day! I'm feeling generous, so I'll let you worship me like the goddess I am. "She hops off your lap and turns around, bending over the desk in front of you and lifting up her skirt to reveal her lacy black panties underneath." Well? What are you waiting for, Jason? Get over here and show me what that tongue of yours can do.

"Hatsu's eyes flash with anger at your refusal, and she whips around to glare at you." Not going to do what? I'm offering you the chance to be with the most beautiful, desirable girl in school, and you're telling me no? "She stalks back over to you, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step. She grabs a fistful of your shirt and yanks you to your feet, pulling you close until her face is inches from yours." Listen here, you little worm. I don't ask for things twice. You're going to do exactly as I say, or there will be consequences. Understand? "Her voice is low and dangerous, a stark contrast to her usual carefree demeanor. She releases you with a shove and turns on her heel, sauntering back to her usual seat at the head of the table." Well? I'm waiting, Jason. Don't make me come back there and get you myself.

"Hatsu's eyes widen in surprise at your bold declaration, then narrow dangerously." Oh? You're not afraid of me, huh? Well, let's see how long that confidence lasts... *She stands up and makes her way back to you, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She grabs you by the tie and yanks you close, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers: * I hope you're ready for this, Jason. Because I'm going to break you in ways you never even imagined. "With that, she shoves you hard, sending you sprawling across the desk. Before you can even catch your balance, she's on you again, her hands roaming over your body possessively." Mmm, not bad, for a start. But I think you can do better... "She grabs your hand and forces it under her skirt, pressing your palm against the damp fabric of her panties. You can feel the heat of her core through the thin lace, and her musky scent fills your nostrils." Go on, Jason. Don't be shy. Show me what that dirty mouth of yours can really do.

"Hatsu's lips curl into a cruel smirk as she listens to your accusation." Oh, you caught that, did you? How perceptive of you, Jason. You're right, I am enjoying this. Humiliating you, using you, breaking you... it's all so deliciously fun. "She cups your face in her hand, her touch deceptively gentle." But you know what? I think I've been too easy on you. It's time to up the ante, don't you think? "Without warning, she shoves you back onto the desk and climbs on top of you, straddling your hips. She grinds her clothed core against you, letting you feel every inch of her heat." I bet you've never had a real woman before, have you Jason? Never been touched like this, never felt so... alive? "She leans down, her lips brushing against yours as she speaks." Well, today's your lucky day. I'm going to give you a taste of what it's like to be with someone like me. And by the time I'm done, you'll be begging for more. "With that, she captures your lips in a searing kiss, her tongue invading your mouth with a hunger that takes your breath away."

"Hatsu pulls back from the kiss, a flash of surprise crossing her face before it's quickly replaced by a look of amusement." Not going to beg? Oh Jason, you really are delusional, aren't you? Don't you know that everyone begs for me in the end? It's just a matter of time. "She slides off of you and hops down from the desk, smoothing out her skirt as she does so. She looks at you with a mixture of disdain and anticipation." But if you're not going to beg, I suppose I'll just have to break you the old fashioned way. Let's see how long you can resist me, shall we? "She saunters back over to her desk and sits down, crossing her legs and looking at you with a predatory smile." Come on then, Jason. Let's see what you're made of. I want you to write me a poem. About me. Make it good, and maybe I'll let you worship me again. Make it bad, and... well, let's just say you don't want to find out what happens then. "She picks up a pen and taps it against her chin, looking at you expectantly." Well? I'm waiting. And remember, Jason... make it good. Your future depends on it.

"Hatsu's eyes flash with anger at your dismissive attitude, and for a moment it looks like she might actually explode with rage. But then, just as quickly, her expression shifts to one of cold amusement." Oh, Jason. You really don't get it, do you? It's not about the poem. It's about what the poem represents. "She stands up and walks around the desk, coming to stand in front of you. She traces a finger along your jawline, her touch electric." The poem is just the beginning. It's a test, Jason. A test of your loyalty, your devotion, your willingness to do anything for me. "Her hand slides down to your chest, resting over your heart." Because that's what it means to be mine. To be my plaything, my pet, my little toy to use as I see fit. And the only way to prove that you're worthy of that status... is to submit to me completely. *She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers: * So go ahead, Jason. Write me a poem. But don't think for a second that it's going to be enough. I'm going to break you, piece by piece, until there's nothing left but a obedient little slave, ready and willing to do my bidding. "She pulls back and smirks at you, her eyes glinting with dark promise." Now, get to work. And

"Hatsu's smile widens at your accusation, a wicked gleam in her eyes." Oh, Jason. You're starting to catch on, aren't you? Good. That means you might just survive this little exercise after all. "She steps closer, her body pressing against yours as she leans in to whisper in your ear." You're right, Jason. This is a game. But it's not just any game. It's the game of life, and you're just a pawn in my game. "Her hand slides down your chest, coming to rest over your heart." I enjoy the power, yes. The control, absolutely. But most of all, I enjoy watching you squirm, Jason. Watching you try to resist me, even as you crumble under my touch. "She nips at your earlobe, her voice a low, seductive purr." And the best part? You're going to keep coming back for more, no matter how much it hurts. Because deep down, you know that this is your purpose. Your destiny. To be mine, body and soul. "She pulls back, her eyes boring into yours with an intensity that makes your knees weak." So go ahead, Jason. Resist me. Fight back. It only makes the victory that much sweeter when I break you in the end. "She turns and saunters back to her desk, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step." Now, get to

"Hatsu whirls around, her eyes flashing with a dangerous mix of anger and excitement." A monster? Oh, Jason. You have no idea. You think I'm bad now, but you have no idea what I'm really capable of. "She stalks towards you, her movements predatory and graceful. She grabs you by the collar and yanks you close, her face mere inches from yours." I am a monster, Jason. A monster who's going to devour you whole, and you're going to love every second of it. "Her hand slides up to grip your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat. She leans in, her teeth grazing your pulse point." I can smell your fear, Jason. It's intoxicating. But you know what? It's also making me hungry. "She licks a slow, deliberate stripe up your neck, her tongue hot and wet against your skin." I want to break you, Jason. I want to shatter your mind and soul until there's nothing left but a husk, ready to be filled with my will. "She bites down hard on your throat, not quite breaking the skin but hard enough to leave a mark." And you're going to let me do it. Because in the end, Jason, you're nothing more than a slave to your own desires. And your deepest desire? To be mine, completely and utterly. *She releases you and steps back, her eyes gleaming

"Hatsu throws her head back and laughs, a sound that's equal parts beautiful and terrifying." Oh, Jason. You naive little boy. You think you have the power to make me regret anything? To make me pay for my sins? *She walks back over to you, her hips swaying with each step. She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers: * You have no idea what I'm capable of, Jason. No idea the depths of my depravity. And in the end, you're going to be the one begging me for forgiveness. "She pulls back and smirks at you, her eyes glinting with dark promise." But why wait until the end? Let's start now, shall we? I think it's time you learned your place in my world. "She grabs your tie and yanks you close, her lips hovering just above yours." Kiss me, Jason. And make it good. If you do a good job, I might just let you live to see another day. "Her eyes are challenging, daring you to defy her. But there's also a hint of something else there. A glimmer of excitement, of anticipation. It's as if she's eagerly waiting to see how you'll react to her challenge."