In the weeks since Chloe and Phoebe had humiliated me at the mall, they'd taken full advantage of the fact that they held incriminating evidence against me - the pictures they'd snapped of me tied up, naked and helpless. They'd called me multiple times to meet them shopping, making me pay for stacks of new clothes for them, and once making me come and pay for their tab at the club. Each time, if I resisted when I got there, they'd come close to me and whisper something like "Do you really need a reminder who's in control here?"
I was sitting at my desk at work when I got another text from Phoebe, the asian-american freshman of the pair.
"Need new shoes. Pick me up at dorm in 30 mins. Don't be late"
As I'd done previously, I immediately left work and headed over to the campus.
As I was driving, I realized this was Phoebe's first time texting to meet her by herself. The other times Chloe and their friends had been there as well. Suddenly, that gave me confidence I didn't have before. Especially since Phoebe, even though very confident, was always less assertive than Chloe.
I started to think about what they'd been doing to me over the last few weeks, and I got increasingly angry. How dare those little bitches do that to me! And Phoebe! I'd known her since high school. Sure she'd discovered I was secretly turned on by her, but that was only because she dressed like such a tease, always showing skin and flaunting her curves. She deserved to have her pictures jerked off on. And more!
And I started to get an idea. By the time I pulled up to Phoebe's dorm, I had decided it was time to get even.
I went into her dorm and went up to her room, but she didn't answer when I knocked. Another girl walked by and said "Are you looking for Phoebe? I just saw her in the gym in the basement."
"Oh, ok, thanks!" I said.
I went down the stairs to the basement. There wasn't much there other than a hallway with a couple doorways. One went into a laundry room with the loud sounds of the machines working. Next to that was a furnace room, with more loud sounds of the building's boiler. Nobody in sight and generally hard to hear anything over the noise. Perfect.
The last door was closed but had a small window to see in. I looked in and saw Phoebe, alone, working out with headphones on. Her back was to me so she couldn't see me. She was wearing black tights and a bright yellow workout bra, with matching bright yellow sneakers.
God, what a banging body, I thought to myself. She was your typical hot Asian American girl from LA. She had big pretty eyes and wore bright red lipstick. Her skin looked soft and slightly bronzed from laying out. She colored her hair light blonde, which I always thought looked great on asian chicks because it made them look more slutty. She had her hair tied up in a bun to work out.
I admired her 5'2 frame through the window, as she did some squats with light weights, her legs spread, making her butt stretch her tights and her exposed back shoulder muscles flexing. She was toned but not muscular, and she still had a little bit of baby fat on her curves.
As usual, watching her I felt my cock swell a bit in my pants, and decided it was time to get. started. I opened the door and closed it behind me, locking it, and I pulled the shades over the small window so nobody could see in. We were alone.
I continued watching her for a minute, admiring the view. She still had her back to me with her headphones on, but she sensed something so turned her head and saw me.
"What the fuck!" She said, startled, taking off her head phones. "I thought I told you meet me in my room. You scared me."
"You weren't there," I said, looking right at her, "So I came here to get you."
She could sense something different in my voice, and her eyes darted behind me and saw the locked door with the shades down, and I could see the doubt creep into her.
She tried to remain confident. "Well let's go," she said, walking to pick up her gym bag, "I need to get to the mall and be back for class."
When she turned her back to me to bend down and pick up her bag, I quickly stepped right behind her, put my arms under both of her arms and lifted them up above her head, and then tied them together tightly with rope from my trunk.
"Wha-! what the fu-! Get off me!!" She shouted, struggling against my hold and the ropes.
She had a lot of energy, but I was larger and could just overpower her. I dragged her to the workout machines, tying the rope and her hands to the the chin-up bar high above her head, leaving her standing there, on her tippy toes, her arms tied above her.
"You fucking asshole! What the fuck are you doing?! Have you forgotten who's in control here?" She shouted, trying to kick me.
"Well, let's see who's in control," I said, and with one swift move I grabbed the front of her workout bra and yanked it upwards to her chin, causing her young, size C tits to spill out into full view. They were gorgeous, and I could see her nipples harden immediately from the sudden air.
Phoebe was in shock. "Wha-! I can't believe . .. How could you . . . " she started stammering, looking down at her exposed breasts and then back at me, "I'm going to kill . . "
Without warning I slapped her tits hard from the side with my right hand. As hard as I could. Thwack! And then equally hard from the other side with my left. Thwack! My hand smacked each of her breasts violently and loudly on impact.
"OOOWWW! OOWW!!" She yelped in pain, looking down at her reddening breasts.
I stepped back, pointed my phone at her and said, "Smile!" snapping several pictures.
"NO!!" She shouted, trying to swing her legs again out to kick me. "You fucking bastard!"
I stood back, looking at my phone. "Wow," I said, "these are really great pictures. Hey, I have a great idea Phoebe. How about I anonymously post these to the college bulletin board, so that every student and faculty member, even the janitors, can see you like this? What do you think? Your face is just so clear in these pictures, and your tits are so . . . so . . . out there.
"Sure, you could say some guy attacked you," I continued, "but I'd deny everything and of course everybody would still have the pictures forever, right? I'm sure the guys on campus would love to have these pictures saved in their private jerk off collection. Is that how you'd like to be remembered?"
"You wouldn't," she said, but unconvincingly. Then she was quiet for minute, staring at me, and I could see her mind working but not seeing any alternative. I knew I had her.
"That's a good girl, Phoebe." I said, walking up to her.
She tried to move away from me, but the ropes held her in place.
"God you're a hot little piece, you know that Phoebe?" I said, looking her up and down. "You always showed up for babysitting wearing these kinds of outfits. Yoga pants and tights, knee high boots with high heels, super tight low-cut white t-shirts. Don't tell me you didn't know you were turning on the guys, even the older ones like me, you little cock tease."
"No!" she said.
"Well you did," I said, "and its time to pay the price."
I reached up without warning and started tweaking her nipples with both hands.
"Oh!!" She shouted, as her jaw opened in shock at the contact. Her eyes went wide looking at me, "You fucking pervert asshole!"
I just smiled at her and continued.
Her tits were so nice. Not too big, but big enough to be a perfect handful. Her nipples were silver dollar sized and the perfect shade of brown.
After some more playing with her nipples, I took each breast in my mouth and sucked forcefully, as if I were trying to swallow her tit down my throat. Phoebe let out a yelp with each hard suck.
"Ohhh! Stop! You asshole!"
Then I leaned back to look at her.
