Bully for You!

Claire, who was 18, was a not a popular girl, she wasn't necessarily a loser either, but fell somewhere in the center of the social food chain. She had red hair, pale skin, with a very pretty face; she had fairly large breasts for a girl her size.

She was walking to class minding her own business when Brie one of the most popular girls in school and her cohorts came walking down the hall in the opposite direction. Brie, who was also 18, was your run-of-the-mill high school hottie, a teen beauty with flowing blonde hair, tall, and breasts on the smaller side but they worked for her, straddling between a B and C.

As she passed Claire, she pushed her into the lockers and laughed the word, "loser," while all her friends laughed. Claire picked herself up and continued to class, she knew what was coming next.

Later that day Brie was walking home with her friends, discussing weekend plans now that the Friday school day was over, when she got a text that read, "rents left 4 wknd. Get here now." She put her phone away and turned to her friends, "Uh, I gotta go guys something came up." Her friends gave a puzzled look as Brie turned around and hurried away in the other direction.

Brie arrived at a house that wasn't hers; she entered the unlocked door and immediately went to a door that led to a basement, from the way she moved through the house it was clear she had been here several times before.

The basement was seemingly empty there were a few things here and there. Brie new exactly what to do, she took off her book bag and placed it in the corner next to another bag that was already there. She removed her shirt and bra, and put them in her book bag; she did the same with her skirt and panties, but left her heels on. Her pussy was completely bald as she was instructed to keep it.

Brie opened the large canvas bag that was waiting for her and began to take out the equipment in it. There was a hollow steel bar that was around three feet in length that had a cuff at each end of it, and set a regular handcuffs, a blind fold and an 'O'-Ring gag. With everything in hand the young girl went to the center of the room and stood just below a short chain hanging from the ceiling that had a D-clamp at the end of it.

Brie locked one ankle into the bar and then the other, forcing her to stand with her legs spread wide; she then place the O-Ring in her mouth and secured the strap behind her head before placing the blindfold over her eyes, and cuffing her wrists in front of her. She then reached up having to feel around a bit in her blinded state and found the D-clamp, she could barely reach it but found the part that opened and slipped the center chain of her handcuffs into the carabiner. As it snapped shut behind her cuffs, she slipped her heels off and kicked them away from her, losing the height; she had to stay on her toes to prevent the cuffs from digging into her wrists.

As soon as she finished she could hear foot steps approach her. It was Claire, wearing a leather corset, thigh high boots, and hair pulled back tight into a pony tail. She approached Brie bound before her and wasted no time. She placed her hand on the captives girl's pussy and gently stroked it as she said, "You just couldn't help yourself could you? I send a text and just come running, well don't worry honey, I will give you what you NEED." On her last syllable she gave Brie's clit a harsh pinch, who could only respond with a throaty moan, her gag preventing all speech. Claire removed her hand from Brie's pussy and inserted her index finger through the center opening of the "O"-Ring gag, giving Brie a taste of herself.

"But first I think you need a little payback for this morning." Claire got something out of one of her hidden stashes of sex toys. She stood before Brie again and removed her blindfold, after her eyes a adjusted to the light she could see Claire standing before her with an evil grin on her face and in her hand a large metal hook shaped object with a bulb on one end and an eyelet at the other.

"You remember this don't you?" Claire asked in a condescending tone, Brie sheepishly nodded her head yes. "So you know where it is going don't you?" again Brie nodded. "Good girl, if you were this cooperative at school I think you'd find these sessions far more pleasurable."

The truth of the situation was Brie thoroughly enjoyed the punishment and had for more than two years now. When the girls were 16 their mother's were good friends and thought it would be a good idea to have the girls to have a sleepover. Even back then their social statuses were clearly defined and Brie was furious to have to spend the night at the house of a less popular girl.

In the basement the girls were playing truth or dare, Brie experimenting with bisexuality at the time dared Claire to kiss her. When she did, Brie mocked her apparent inexperience and Claire, so offended slapped her across the face, an act that aroused Brie so much she begged her to do it again. From there their relationship escalated steadily to what it is today.

Both knew without saying it, that Brie pushed Claire on purpose knowing full well the punishment that would follow. Behind her captive, Claire lubed the bulb of the hook and fed it between Brie's spread ass cheeks, when it touched her anus her body instinctively clinched but Brie quickly relaxed her sphincter inviting the hook into her ass. As the bulb slipped passed her anus and into her rectum her sphincter closed around the body of the hook.

Claire fetched a bit of rope and fed it through the eyelet at the other end of the hook, she then gave Brie's hair a pull, and the tied girl tilted her head back so that she was now looking straight up. Claire used a knot she had learned about in a BDSM forum and tied the other of end of the rope into Brie's hair. With both ends secured, they weren't going anywhere; any attempt on Brie's part to bring her head forward would bring the bulbous end of the hook deeper into her anal canal.

"Just one more thing, and then we can get started with your punishment sweetie," Claire spoke in a tone that made this seem like it was the most natural thing in the world, and it drove Brie over the edge to submit to her. Brie was considerably taller than Claire, who had to get a small stool and place it in front of her prisoner. When Claire stood on the stool she was able to look down on Brie's face, which was projecting the pleasurable pain of her predicament in her eyes.

Claire reached down and attached a clamp to Brie's right nipple, keeping eye contact locked while she fed the chain attached to the clamp around the back of her neck and clamped the other one down on her left nipple, and she liked watching Brie's expressive face react. The chain had virtually no slack, so again any movement on Brie's part would cause it to tug upward on her nipples. Claire also took advantage of her superior position over Brie but literally and figuratively by spitting into her mouth through the center of the O-Ring gag, Brie gave a little moan as she could do nothing but allow it to slide down her throat.

Claire stepped back and admired her handy work. Between staying on her toes to keep the cuffs from digging into her wrists, keeping her head back to keep the hook from delving deeper into her ass, and the taught chain connected to the nipple clamps wrapped around her neck, Brie was in quite the predicament.

Claire fetched a whip and a smaller 'cat-o-ninetails' and brought them to a near table. First she took the nine tails and began to circle Brie lightly lashing her with it. A few strokes on the right butt cheek, and a few on the left, until she came around the front and gave her breasts the same treatment. With each hit, Brie couldn't help but jostle a bit, and even the slightest bit of movement was felt in her nipple and ass. Claire gave a few lazy strokes of the nine tails to Brie's pussy before setting it down in favor of the real whip.

Brie had felt the lash of this whip before and waited in anticipation for its first violent caress of her skin. The whip had a six foot range, so Claire stood eight feet back and got it moving back forth, getting a good momentum going. She took a step in and the whip connected its first strike across Brie's stomach leaving a read mark. Brie gave a harsh groan as pain and pleasure mixed in her body and mind. After several more strikes, Brie has red lashes all over her breasts, stomach, thighs.

"I think that's enough for now, I have something else in mind for you today." Claire set the whip down and approached Brie's bound body again with a tube of cream. She squirted a generous amount of the lotion into her hand and began to rub it into Brie's crotch as she continued to address Brie, "I think it's funny you like to play it so tough in front of your friends, you know one day I am going invite them all over and let them see just how good a friends you and I are." Brie moaned at these words. As she spoke she really worked the cream into Brie's pussy, making sure to cover every bit of it in the salve, even reach back and putting a bit around her sphincter.

Claire removed her hand, tossed the tube aside. Brie able to only look up at the ceiling heard her walking away from her. Claire ascended the stairs as she told her "I am going to go do some homework, I will come back for you in an hour and we will have some more fun. Until then, enjoy that Icey Hot." As she said this Brie felt her pussy begin to tingle as the analgesic cream's effects began, she squirmed as much as she could, but with the hook in her ass and the clamps on her nipples she could barely move. Her legs being spread wide by the bar between her ankles allowed a nice draft that only exacerbated the effects of the cruel cream on her sensitive pussy.

"Who's the loser now?" Claire said with a laugh as she turned off the light and closed the door to the basement leaving Brie in complete darkness to writhe in her binds.

To be continued... (hopefully soon)