Dark thoughts and actions
Revenge of the Geek Gal
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
penslayer5
WARNING!
While Heather had her fun beating Trish to pulp, Edna took this opportunity to slip away amidst the chaos. Her size-ray was overtaxed, and she was emotionally overwhelmed by all that's happened. She needed to get away, as far away as possible while she regrouped and caught her bearings.
As she did this Heather's mind began to swirl with darker thoughts than usual. Before she was just an above average sized woman with power and influence, but still bound by the rules of society. Now, she was living breathing that could do whatever the hell she wanted without consequence and finally taught that psycho MMA bitch her place beneath her.
Beneath her. The phrase repeated itself in her head as she thought about all the ways to dominate and humiliate Trish completely for trying to oppose her. She didn't just want to beat her up. She wanted to break her and send a message she would never forget. It wasn't enough to create pathways of red, purple, and blue. She needed to create scars.
She dropped down to her knees on top of the battered bully and stared at her much smaller form. She didn't look half bad for someone lesser than her and if the rumors around the school were accurate... oh she was going to have so much fun. Heather licked her lips and pinned the smaller giantess down before reaching for the hem of her shirt.
"What are you doing?" Trish tried to struggle.
"Having fun." Heather answered as she ripped the article off, bra and all.
"What the fuck!" Trish shouted as she tried hard to fight back.
"Shhh!" The bigger giantess whispered. "Just let it happen."
Just let it happen. Trish wasn't just angry now. She was terrified. That gleam in Heather's eyes and twisted look of lust and bliss on her face. She was going to...
The MMA girl tried her best to kick but a backhand from heather sent her reeling. The blonde took hold of her pants and forcefully yanked them off, leaving Trish in just her panties and shoes.
"Much better." Heather smiled. Trish might've been a psycho bitch, but she kept herself in great shape. How did she taste she wondered. She leaned in and tickled he legs with the tip of her tongue. "Not bad. Not bad at all."
"Heather, please. Stop." Trish was begging now. She never begged. Not to anyone. The fact that she was scared and actually begging her to stop only enticed the larger giantess more. She wanted Trish for real now and leaned in again, this time catching the rim of her panties with her teeth. "No! No! Don't!"
Heather ignored her pleas and ripped them away, giving her a good view of the moist cave that was housed within. "No Trish, I won't stop. No matter how much you beg. I already told you I like being in control of situations and I like this a lot."
"I'm sorry okay! I'm sorry!" Trish tried apologizing as that would appear to the evil girl's black heart.
"You will be soon." Heather grinned darkly. She leaned down again, and loud cries of horror and anguish filled the air. Anyone still alive in the immediate area or far out could hear Trish's agony. Heather was having her way with her, and nobody could stop her.
By the time everything was said and done all that could be heard were the whimpers of a broken and defeated girl who was curled up in a fettle position.
Heather had just finished readjusting her dress with a content smile on her face. "That was even better than I thought it would be. You're not half bad after all Trish."
She didn't answer, she just continued to cry. Heather didn't like this and scowled at her.
"I just paid you a compliment. You say, thank you Empress!" She demanded. Not wanting to be taken again, Trish frantically complied.
"Thank you, Empress."
"Much better." Heather smiled. "Well, I'm going to go strut my stuff and test out this new stride of mine. Have fun and don't go too far. I might just need you again."
With that, Heather walked off, cackling like the wicked witch she always was.
While Heather had her fun beating Trish to pulp, Edna took this opportunity to slip away amidst the chaos. Her size-ray was overtaxed, and she was emotionally overwhelmed by all that's happened. She needed to get away, as far away as possible while she regrouped and caught her bearings.
As she did this Heather's mind began to swirl with darker thoughts than usual. Before she was just an above average sized woman with power and influence, but still bound by the rules of society. Now, she was living breathing that could do whatever the hell she wanted without consequence and finally taught that psycho MMA bitch her place beneath her.
Beneath her. The phrase repeated itself in her head as she thought about all the ways to dominate and humiliate Trish completely for trying to oppose her. She didn't just want to beat her up. She wanted to break her and send a message she would never forget. It wasn't enough to create pathways of red, purple, and blue. She needed to create scars.
She dropped down to her knees on top of the battered bully and stared at her much smaller form. She didn't look half bad for someone lesser than her and if the rumors around the school were accurate... oh she was going to have so much fun. Heather licked her lips and pinned the smaller giantess down before reaching for the hem of her shirt.
"What are you doing?" Trish tried to struggle.
"Having fun." Heather answered as she ripped the article off, bra and all.
"What the fuck!" Trish shouted as she tried hard to fight back.
"Shhh!" The bigger giantess whispered. "Just let it happen."
Just let it happen. Trish wasn't just angry now. She was terrified. That gleam in Heather's eyes and twisted look of lust and bliss on her face. She was going to...
The MMA girl tried her best to kick but a backhand from heather sent her reeling. The blonde took hold of her pants and forcefully yanked them off, leaving Trish in just her panties and shoes.
"Much better." Heather smiled. Trish might've been a psycho bitch, but she kept herself in great shape. How did she taste she wondered. She leaned in and tickled he legs with the tip of her tongue. "Not bad. Not bad at all."
"Heather, please. Stop." Trish was begging now. She never begged. Not to anyone. The fact that she was scared and actually begging her to stop only enticed the larger giantess more. She wanted Trish for real now and leaned in again, this time catching the rim of her panties with her teeth. "No! No! Don't!"
Heather ignored her pleas and ripped them away, giving her a good view of the moist cave that was housed within. "No Trish, I won't stop. No matter how much you beg. I already told you I like being in control of situations and I like this a lot."
"I'm sorry okay! I'm sorry!" Trish tried apologizing as that would appear to the evil girl's black heart.
"You will be soon." Heather grinned darkly. She leaned down again, and loud cries of horror and anguish filled the air. Anyone still alive in the immediate area or far out could hear Trish's agony. Heather was having her way with her, and nobody could stop her.
By the time everything was said and done all that could be heard were the whimpers of a broken and defeated girl who was curled up in a fettle position.
Heather had just finished readjusting her dress with a content smile on her face. "That was even better than I thought it would be. You're not half bad after all Trish."
She didn't answer, she just continued to cry. Heather didn't like this and scowled at her.
"I just paid you a compliment. You say, thank you Empress!" She demanded. Not wanting to be taken again, Trish frantically complied.
"Thank you, Empress."
"Much better." Heather smiled. "Well, I'm going to go strut my stuff and test out this new stride of mine. Have fun and don't go too far. I might just need you again."
With that, Heather walked off, cackling like the wicked witch she always was.
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