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Worm 11 The Last Bully Falls

Worm 11 The Last Bully Falls

by seeernv
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Karen Barnes still had no thought about her best friend Margot Seine, the one missing since last night while Karen did her dancing. There was a coded text this morning, Karen now aware Margot was fine, and she returned a coded text to let her know she was fine as well. Twelve hours had passed since she had last seen her friend enter the ladies' room before Karen started dancing again.

The dancing was amazing, the man a fabulous dancer, Karen having the time of her dancing life, finding someone who could dance so compatible with her being a rare thing. The sex afterwards as a bit of a downer, being unsatisfactory both times they did the act. This morning they went to breakfast only for Karen to discover he had taken her credit card and charged the meal to her. Plus, when she complained, he drove away,, leaving her to walk to wherever she was going.

Karen called Margot to come get her, having to leave a voice mail. What the hell was Margot doing, she couldn't take a simple phone call? Karen paced a bit, before walking in the direction of the hotel they were staying at. Maybe some person who knew her would stop to give her a ride.

Anyone who saw Karen would drive away rather than offer her a ride. Karen and Margot were part of the Sadistic Six, as they called themselves, bullies in high school who terrorized not only fellow students, but a few teachers as well.

Their favorite target was named worm, a slender girl who was made to crawl naked across the locker room floor as they yanked her hair to make her crawl while crying from the pain. No one stopped them, all afraid they'd have to take worm's place as the girl had her hands tied behind her with a bra, having to crawl like a worm across the wet and dirty floor, thanking them afterwards before a belt was used as well. Worm was often made to oink as she was forced to crawl, or they'd take into the hallway where everyone could see and hear her being tormented.

One of the Six messed with a girl who had a sister who messed back, the death never solved. The other four were all eager to move back to the place they couldn't flee from fast enough and all were happy with returning here.

That was why Karen and Margot were back visiting, to discover this strange concept of their friends being happy like this. They were always angry, always looking out for weakness and exploitation. Now, they didn't seem to do so, happy to be just alive and busy. Karen just didn't know they were too busy being obedient and serving Mistress.

Karen wished she knew where Margot was instead of ignoring Karen's texts.

Margot was currently in an apartment, wrists cuffed to a slave collar around its neck, its tongue eagerly lapping at the bottoms of Mistress's used shoes, Mistress tapping with a crop to keep Margot focused. Margot needed the reminders, its mind mushy with obedience, its body so leaking with arousal, it had to stuff its blouse into its twat to avoid leaving puddles around the apartment.

Margot entered the ladies' room an aggressive, experienced dominatrix and left half an hour later a sexual slave, eager to be trained to serve and obey Mistress. Good girl slave had no idea of her best friend Karen, only intent on making sure its tongue got all the dirt off the soles as the slave was allowed to peek up those sexy legs to the adorable and wonderful Mistress before it.

Right now, Karen was the only one on of the five still standing free. Karen who just sent a text, asking where the hell was Margot since Karen needed a ride.. Another text, Karen getting miffed her best friend was ignoring her and her quickly dying phone.

Charlie had slave stick its nose to the floor before Mistress stood up, walking to another room. She saw Master looking over the screens, making sure the cameras were getting the correct angles as he looked up at her.

"Again, you complain, again you did better than expected. You're raising that bar pretty high, Charlie."

Charlie always complained about these assignments, Master never seemed to care since he knew Charlie would do them. Charlie simply assumed she did so as they were interesting, she had no idea Master planted that suggestion in her head. As to the extent Master was part of the plan, Charlie never knew either, for she simply thought her ideas were workable based on how quickly the women fell into submission.

Master knew most of the ideas were actually Charlie's, for he simply helped her along as needed. He thought of the day he entered the coffee shop for a cup as he worked on how to make these five women regret what they did to his girlfriend, making her timid, crapping on her confidence. It was bad enough she took a mediocre job to remain out of sight when she was so talented, but when they were on a date, Master saw one of the women in the restaurant stood up, greeted Maureen by her bullied name of worm, and dumped food onto Maureen's outfit before smearing food on her face. She insisted on a thank you, worm finally doing so before fleeing the restaurant.

Master calmed his date down, but instead of sending impulses to destroy the bully, he wanted to see them crawl, crawl like they had Maureen crawl, destroying the young woman's emotions and mind.

A man came in the coffee shop as Master was getting coffee, making comments about the service and such, Master looking over at him. The man was upset he was inside and yet no one had taken his order, the man hoping for a discount to go away. Instead a barista met him word for word, the man soon paying for his coffee, slinking out without any bluster.

Master read her mind, discovering she wasn't of a special ability, just someone who could verbally hold her own in a battle of wits. Someone who was creative and not scared to make a fool like that customer be proven to be a fool.

The barista was attractive in a wholesome way, a nice smile, her eyes full of mischief as she helped another customer. Her body was sleek, what he could tell of her legs showing under the apron covered shorts were nicely toned.

Master read her mind, discovering she wanted many things in life, but was living on a small paycheck and tips. Her studio apartment was shared with bugs she couldn't get rid of, her car was given to her by a friend who moved away, the car meant for the junk pile. Charlene Davies was working from a manual from the library trying to get it fixed to the point she could drive to work when winter hit.

Charlene, AKA Charlie, was a problem solver, one who took on odds if it meant getting what she wanted. Right now, she needed a better income, yet every job she applied for that paid better went to someone else. She was a bit frustrated.

She was also a bit different.

She looked wholesome, looked like someone you'd be happy to show off to mom and dad, to be seen in public while in a social setting. Charlie had a secret; she had a woman's body in every way except one. Instead of a pussy between her legs, she had a cock. A workable cock and balls that caused her complete embarrassment and being bullied growing up. She knew what it was like to be bullied and she more than once used her fists, although finding her verbal retorts usually gave her enough space to escape.

Master nodded as he watched her work. He had the perfect foil to dominate the five bullies, to make them do their own crawling and begging. He asked her to lunch, she accepted, to this day not knowing why she went with Master, a complete stranger with a weird name, and by the time she went back to work she was already thinking of a plan to take down the first one, the one from the restaurant.

It had worked for them both, Master having recordings of them all falling, of them begging for more abuse, more humiliation. Charlie lived in a nice house, had a nice car, and access to money. She was already taking time to do some of her own interests, a thing she didn't think would be possible before Master entered her life.

"I have no idea what to do with it now. Slave has polished my shoes to the point I can almost see my reflection in the soles, let alone the leather. Her friend is getting a bit pissed as well, so discovering her best friend is a willing slave won't help her day."

"How would you like to dominate Karen and call it a day?"

"You have my undivided attention. How does that happen?"

"She's ticked her night and morning hasn't gone well. She's ticked the spying on her friends hasn't worked out like she planned. She's ticked she's still dressed in last night's clubbing clothes and the shoes are not made for walking on sidewalks. Here is closer than the hotel. Text her to come by."

"Seeing her best friend naked and willing to be abused won't improve her morning attitude. If she attacks, it won't be me going to the ER."

Master was pretty sure Charlie was right. Karen was used to intimidation and having her friends around to outnumber the victim. Charlie didn't cower to intimidation and one-on-one, Karen didn't have a chance against someone with Charlie's fighting ability. He was pretty sure with her mind, Charlie would win any verbal war.

Still the text was sent, giving Karen the address, the woman on the sidewalk finally having a place to go, fuming she wasn't being picked up like normal.

Karen looked around, realizing the brownish building on the next street was her destination. By the time she walked there, her phone was dead, her feet were tired, and she was ready to slap Margot for not being the friend she should be to Karen. Taking the elevator to the fourth floor, Karen finally knocked on the apartment door.

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She was about to knock again, a bit more forcefully when the door opened, revealing a normal-looking apartment with a cute girl sitting on the couch. Karen stepped in to see movement to her right, blinking as a naked woman, wrists cuffed to a collar around her neck, moved on knees to push the door closed. It was only then Karen realized the naked woman was Margot.

"Margot! What the hell!"

Margot didn't answer as the slave carefully crawled on its knees back to Mistress. Bending at the couch, the slave moved so its palms were on the floor, its ass high, a small sigh escaping as it felt the heels of Mistress's boots rest on its ass cheek.

"I take it you're Karen. Have a seat, slave will be with you soon."

Karen stood rooted to the spot.

"Margot! What the fuck are you doing? Get your ass dressed and let's go."

"I'm afraid she isn't ready for that yet. Or" Charlie smiled, "maybe she is. Let's ask, shall we?"

Mistress rubbed the sole of one of her ankle boots on the hip before her.

"Slave, did it want to finish serving Mistress today or will it prefer to leave with its friend? To go back to the hotel, pack, and leave."

"Mistress." The voice was muffled with the mouth only a few inches from the carpet. "Mistress, this slave wishes only to serve Mistress for as long as Mistress allows it to serve. Please, Mistress, use this slave until you wish it to leave."

Charlie looked at Karen.

"Guessing that means you get to sit on the chair and wait a bit. I'll be done abusing it in a bit, but if I allow it to cum, it will take longer for it to recover before it can leave with you. So, sit."

The only chair nearby was a wooden dining room chair, Karen was not sure why only that one was around, but she sat as she wondered what was going on. She finally asked. Mistress shrugged.

"She's here because you allowed it. If not for you, she'd be at the hotel room, waiting to pick you up for the return trip."

"Me? I, I didn't do anything!"

Mistress hid a smile as she looked down at the naked ass still waiting to either be a footrest again or abused. Slave didn't care as long as Mistress was happy with slave.

"Karen, you went dancing last night, didn't you?"

"So what? That has nothing to do with your abusing her."

Mistress laughed as she rubbed the shoe sole against slave's skin, the slave sounding delighted at the action, loud enough to get Karen's attention. Mistress looked at her, sitting in a hard chair, knees together, hands on lap, still, amazingly enough, still not grabbing her friend, her clothes, and yanking her out of this place. Instead, she sat there as if she was at tea while this woman, this Mistress, used her friend as a foot stool.

"It has everything. She went to use the ladies' room and you never noticed how long she was gone. Never checked on her and her meeting with the sorority girls, the ones who wanted to harm her, break her bones, send her to the hospital."

Mistress tapped the crop against the ass.

"Does slave remember?"

"Yes, Mistress, slave remembers that and Mistress saving it from it all."

"Yes, I did." Charlie said with a smile to Karen. "Her friend, that would be you, didn't save her, you were too busy dancing with a guy who wanted to fuck a whore and you were too busy auditioning for the position. So, I stepped in, getting them to agree if she submitted to me, if she allowed me five minutes of dominating her, they'd leave her alone. Given the choices, slave agreed to the five minutes."

Karen looked astonished at the tale; her eyes now riveted to Charlie's.

"Short story, she enjoyed it. She even had a mind-blowing orgasm which left her passed out for a good fifteen minutes or so. Just naked, on the floor of the ladies' public restroom, her body curled up near the toilet where most people miss the bowl."

Mistress kept looking at Karen, whose wide eyes never blinked. She tapped the ass again.

"Did slave enjoy the treatment and cumming for Mistress?"

"Gawd, yes! Mistress, slave loved it all! Slave only hoped to do it again and is blessed and honored Mistress will abuse slave before it leaves for home."

Karen saw Mistress smirk a bit at her. She had no idea how this happened, how her friend liked this so much.

"When she left the ladies room, staggering to you, I watched to make sure she wasn't harmed, and you didn't even notice her. Her hair was messed, her clothes were messed, her makeup was smeared. You barely nodded when she said she was leaving, you were so busy humping that guy's lap like a slutty whore nympho."

Karen had a faint memory of that happening, Margot's look not registering with her mind as she wanted to get fucked by this wonderful dancer.

"I checked on it this morning and, well, you didn't. Left without knowing where you were or when you'd be back, slave readily agreed to meet me for more humiliation and so far, she is soaking with arousal. As you can tell, its blouse is soaked well beyond the material shoved into its twat, so we have been having fun."

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Charlie smirked again.

"And that, Karen, is why I say what it is doing now is because of you. If you bothered to pay attention to her time gone and went to wonder why, if you saw how she looked when she came back and got concerned, if you did anything to indicate slave was more important than your getting laid, slave wouldn't be here this morning. I hope the fucking all night was worth it."

Karen shook her head, her hands still on her lap.

"Not really. He was a fabulous dancer, but lousy in bed. As soon as he came, he went to sleep, causing me to use my fingers for myself. This morning he came again, but at least I did so just before he pulled out."

Karen sighed at the memory. Her night was lousy, and her friend was a slave. She told about him taking her credit card and buying breakfast, announcing it was only fair since he paid a cover charge, and she didn't on the previous night.

Charlie still watched her, aware Karen's anger was fading, the woman feeling bad about this. Good, about time she felt bad about what happened to Margot even if Margot was thrilled to be a slave.

"You should apologize to Margot. Tell her how sorry you are about deserting her when she needed you, how you ignored her when she tried to let you know."

"She knows I'm sorry. I don't need to tell her anything. Except, maybe get dressed so we can leave this weird place."

Mistress laughed.

"Be my guest, tell her all that, tell her to get dressed and leave with you. Let's see if slave will obey you or its Mistress, the one who owns its ass."

Karen tried, even at one point coming over to kneel by Margot, caressing her head as she told her they needed to leave. Slave paid no attention to Karen who sat back on her heels with a disappointed look.

"Tell you what, strip and resume that position. You do that, and I will give it the release it wants and let slave leave. Or if you don't do so, and I will let slave leave without a release. Feel free to spend a minute talking it over with slave."

Karen was already feeling guilty for some reason, thinking this might be her fault in any way, if nothing else it had to be Margot's fault for doing so and liking it so much. Liking it? From where Karen was, Margot loved it. Margot was highly aroused and adamant Karen strip for Mistress so slave could cum. Slave needed to cum, had to cum, was desperate to cum, but needed Mistress's approval. Please, Karen had to strip for Mistress, to show Karen cared for her friend.

Karen had two choices, strip and let Margot cum and leave with her. Or not strip and force Margot to leave with her but with her still fully aroused, desiring only to want to serve Mistress. Maybe, just hopefully if she came, she'd not be so desiring to serve.

Karen was still trying when Mistress called time. Time, she announced for Karen to show her real feelings for the friend she deserted or take her out of there still nude and still wanting to have an orgasm. Good luck with the aroma on the way home.

Karen knew the second part would destroy their lifelong friendship. She stood, removing the clothes she wore clubbing the night before and knelt back down, hoping Mistress would be true to her word.

Mistress looked as Karen stripped, not looking around as she removed her clothing, stripping with the sexual energy of someone undressing to take a shower. Alone. She obviously had a lot of experience stripping before strangers.

Mistress got off the couch, picked up the discarded dress. She looked at Karen as she dropped the dress on slave's head.

"She will scream, so put that against her face to muffle it. She needs to breath, just doesn't need the police here, taking videos of her begging to cum again."

Karen moved her dress off Margot's head, holding it onto a wad of cloth. Mistress spanked the naked ass hard enough to leave a print.

"Who owns this ass?"

"You do, Mistress."

Smack left a handprint on the other cheek.

"Who is the only one allowed to do this when she feels like it?"

"You are, Mistress. You own and can use it anyway you please."

Karen was going to say something until she realized Margot was shaking. Shaking and moaning with desire. What the hell was this all about?

The flogger went next, the strands hitting the back, ass, and upper legs, slave thanking Mistress for each stroke. Mistress reached down, yanking slave so it knelt upright, turning her head to face Karen.

"Tell her what you are."

Slave gasped a few times as it controlled its arousal.

"Please, this slave is a worthless twat for Mistress. A slave to be trained to adore and worship Mistress, to be used for Mistress in any way Mistress desires. This slave is nothing without Mistress, nothing without serving Mistress."

Karen stared in astonishment at her best friend. Margot was so aroused she was barely able to string the words together. Worse, she showed no signs of being forced to say these words or induced. She firmly believed in them.

"Cum for Mistress, cum for who owns you."

The slave's head was still facing Karen as she received the command, her eyes widening, her body spasming, her mouth gapping until a scream started. Karen quickly shoved her dress into the slave's face, the scream muffled as the body tensed, quivered, and shook for several seconds before slave slowly started falling forward.

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