An Understanding With Carly
by Michael Elk
Carly bullies my little sister, and I step in


It took several weeks for me to realize that Carly was picking on Janet, my
little sister. Carly was 16, the same age as I was, while Janet was younger by
two years and 20 lb lighter than her antagonist. I had watched Janet begin
high school in September, excited and eager for the challenge of a new
adventure, and then wondered as my bubbly little sibling seemed to suddenly
lose all enthusiasm for life and to retreat into an almost reclusive
existence. Janet and I had always been able to talk over problems and when she
arrived home after school one day with a black eye, it hadn't taken me long to
ferret out the problem that was bothering her.

It also didn't take long for me to formulate a plan to solve my little
sister's dilemma. I had always watched out for her and I wasn't about to let
her young life be spoiled by a bully, female or not. I had not been oblivious
to Carly, since she was in some of my classes and was tall, blond, and
attractive. She came across as a spoiled brat, a leader of a group of "IN'
girls who thought themselves socially superior and excluded others who didn't
measure up to their little clique. I'd observed her being abusive to other
girls and knew that she could be mean, so it was no stretch to envision her as
bullying Janet.

Human nature makes little sense. I knew exactly what sort of a bitch Carly
was, and that any normal male would be eaten alive as her boyfriend; and for
exactly that reason, no doubt, she had taken on an allure that was impossible
to disregard. Had she so much as smiled at me, I would have been in heaven for
weeks, and had she asked me to go steady, I would have been her willing slave
for life. Of course that didn't happen. I wasn't the quarterback of the
football team, nor a senior heading for college, and so was far beneath her
social interests, and in fact totally off her radar. She had never talked to
me, or even said "Hi" when passing in a corridor.

I suppose I engineered the confrontation with Carly totally out of concern for
my sister. Nevertheless, it was not without some degree of pleasure that I
planned the event, and once done, looked upon the upcoming encounter with
excitement. I now had a justifiable reason to get in Carly's face, and there
would be no way that she could ignore my presence as I took her to task over
the treatment of my sister. I saw myself as a knight, protector of females,
and even envisioned Carly recognizing my gallantry and succumbing to my
charms. In my mind I was the leading man in the Taming of the Shrew.

Once I'd decided how to proceed, the engagement was relatively easy to
arrange. As manager of the basketball team, I had a key to the gym area; and I
slipped a note into her locker, purportedly from one of the hunks on the
senior boys team, to meet her in the exercise room on a Saturday afternoon.

On that momentous day, I stood behind the door of the exercise room with the
light turned off, waiting. At the assigned time, I heard footsteps coming
towards me across the gym. Apparently she wasn't wasting time surveying the
scene, because in only seconds she was standing, with some apparent
uncertainty, in the doorway of the exercise room, practically right beside me.
My heart was racing furiously, almost in a panic, and I suddenly wondered
whether I had the will to go through with my objective. Had there been any
choice, I would have deserted my little sister's cause, and slunk away like a
coward with my tail between my legs.

But Carly gave me no chance. She snapped on the lights and stepped into the
room. As per plan, but with little conscious thought, I swung the door closed,
turned the key in the lock, and deposited the key in my pocket.

"What's going on?" she said in surprise. But despite her confusion, the
question was demanding, and there was distain in her voice.

"I hear you've been picking on my little sister." I said, trying to stand
tall, though I'd only recently begun to grow and Carly still had an inch of
height on me. "I thought we should have a little talk about it."

"The only talk I'll have is with the principal if you don't unlock the fucking
door and get out of my way. I suppose that note came from you. Wow! That was
so clever, wasn't it. I suppose you think I've got nothing better to do with
my time than blather with a loser like you. And I suppose you think you're
Janet's knight in shining armor, defending the family honor, eh? You and your
family are all a bunch of morons and you couldn't defend a dog from a cat.
What do you propose to do? Beat me up? I don't think so, and if you think I've
given that sister of yours a hard time so far, just watch how I'm going to
treat the slut after this debacle.

My hand came up and slapped Carly almost of its own accord. I'd never hit
anyone in my life and had not intended to here either. I could easily submit
to her insults myself, but calling my sister a slut was just too much.
However, if I thought Carly would place her hand against the injured cheek and
back off in feminine shock, I was in for a big surprise. Perhaps she had been
in one or two fights more than I had, but her reaction was all aggression. She
came at me with both fists swinging wildly, in a furious, but disorganized
rage. Her fighting style might have been chaotic, but two or three of her
blows connected and stung my arms and chest before I got hold of her wrists
and managed some control. But now I was vulnerable to a knee to the groin, and
only avoided extreme pain by shielding my privates with my own knee as she
kicked out.

I had planned on a verbal, rather than a physical confrontation, and I had no
strategy for a battle with a girl. I didn't want to hit her, or hurt her, in
spite of the fact that she was apparently governed by no such restrictions. So
I did the only thing I could think of and took her forcefully to the ground,
where her back struck the mat heavily. I heard a 'whoosh', as air was driven
from her lungs, and it seemed to momentarily knock the wind out of her, giving
me time to reclaim by grip on her wrists, to straddle her, and to firmly
establish my position on top. Then she started flailing and thrashing about in
an effort to throw me off. And the language that escaped such a pretty mouth
was not a thing of beauty.

She surprised me with her strength, but I was stronger, and easily rode out
her fury. Eventually she tired and gave up her attempt to escape, resorting
instead to a vindictive, snarling, threatening, out-of-breath diatribe that
would have made a sailor blush.

I, of course, was in a pickle. What do you do with an infuriated hell-cat once
you let go of the tail? I hadn't planned for this. Nevertheless, I found
myself beginning to enjoy my control and domination of this young girl pinned
so firmly beneath me. And with the cessation of her struggling, I became aware
of the sudden warmth of her abdomen pressed against my penis. To an
inexperienced boy, it was delicious and intoxicating and I could feel myself
harden against her body.

Then I made a mistake. In play-wrestling with other boys, I have occasionally
used a grapevine to good effect. Now it seemed like a good idea in order to
hide my arousal, so I flattened myself down, looped my legs around hers and
hooked my toes over her ankles. Then I tightened my thigh muscles to sink in
the hold and spread my legs as wide as I could to secure my victim.

But surprise, surprise!! I quickly found out that girls are a heck of a lot
more flexible than boys. At least this one was. You don't often see boys doing
the splits, do you? Once I'd taken our legs to the side as far as I was able,
Carly still had enough freedom to shake her ankles free. And she did it
without apparent effort. But now, my position was a lot weaker than before.
Before, I had been comfortably seated on my opponent's abdomen with her body
securely between my thighs. Now, though I still had a firm grip on her wrists,
her legs were either side of my body, and I couldn't use my weight fully to
hold her down.

I struggled to get my legs up and over hers, so that I could straddle her body
again, but she resisted instinctively and effectively. It became a contest of
my strength against her flexibility. And her flexibility was impressive. Most
of the time one or even both or her legs knees were against her chin, and her
toes dug into my hips holding me back. We wrestled like that for several
minutes, but I just couldn't get through her defenses. Carly had ceased her
venomous ranting in order to concentrate fully on our struggle, and her
snarling, malevolent features had been replaced by a look of sheer dogged
determination. If I hadn't known it before, her expression was proof positive
that she couldn't be taken lightly, and I realized that my opponent would
never quit.

We were both tiring quickly, but I was the one that ceased the struggle first.
It was apparent that I would have to invoke some new strategy. As soon as I
relaxed, Carly encircled my body with her legs and locked her ankles behind my
back. I still held her wrists against the mat, but we were in pretty much a
stalemate position. "What's the matter, asshole?" she hissed. "Can't even beat
a girl? Whimp!"

That's when I made my second mistake, and one that turned out badly for me. I
was frustrated by my failure to subdue this witch, and angry at her derisive
attitude. I reacted wildly and without thinking. I let go of her left wrist
and tried to unhook her ankles from behind my back. That was a stupid and
almost impossible task because I could get little leverage reaching behind me,
and had to turn my body sideways, forcing me to reduce my weight on her body.
With a quick wrench of her arm, she pulled her wrist free from my hand and
latched onto my left arm with both of hers. And suddenly she was practically
bent double, with her legs up around my shoulders, and attempting to encircle
my neck. "Damn that flexibility, again" I thought, but with a growing
admiration of my opponent's abilities.

I've watched enough Ultimate Fighting on television to recognize the danger I
was in, so I struggled to my feet and tried to jerk my arm free. However Carly
was clutched to it like a leech, and I actually lifted her momentarily off the
ground, but without dislodging her. Unfortunately I wasn't strong enough to
lift her far enough to stun her when she fell back to the mat, and she used
her downward momentum to pull me further into her legs.

Likely Carly had never seen an Ultimate Fighting match in her life, nor an arm
bar submission hold. However she had already shown good instincts in wrestling
and most likely what she did was instinctive and nothing more. But to my
horror, I felt my captured arm being bent over her knee, and the sensation of
discomfort was immediate.

"I give! I give!" I shrieked, panicked by the realization of just how badly
she could hurt me.

No doubt she could have broken my arm, had she kept bending it, and I suspect
that is what she would have done had she only been aware of the potential of
the hold. Instead, she held me firmly in position by the arm while she locked
her legs around my neck. Then she leveraged the arm so as to turn me to the
side, draw my head further between her thighs and guide the crook of her knee
across my throat. It was instinctively done, but suddenly I was in a classic
figure four head lock, and utterly helpless as she tightened the muscles of
her legs and slowly cut off my oxygen. Can you imagine what kind of a wrestler
my opponent would have been had she had any degree of training?

2.

As I began to regain consciousness, I became aware of someone sitting on my
rear, and that my arms were behind my back and in the process of being taped
together forearm to forearm. Carly must have found tape somewhere around the
gym. My immediate reaction was one of panic, and I began to struggle against
the bonds that were already partially secured. However I was weakened from our
long battle and from my recent lack of oxygen, and I didn't have the ability
to fight well or for any length of time. Besides a sudden, hard blow to the
head, which drove my nose painfully into the mat convinced me that it was
preferable to lie there quietly, and to leave myself to the fate that my
conqueror had in store for me.

"Well, I see that the girl fighter is back from his nap! Tough guy! At least
pretty tough to take." Carly spat it out in a tone of utter contempt, as she
finished taping my arms and got up off my prone body. "Perhaps next time,
we'll look for some little kid for you to wrestle that won't beat the snot out
of you. It sure looks like girls are beyond your caliber. You know, I really
enjoy kicking butt when its a jerk like you. My knight in shining armor! Some
knight! You've had your armor tarnished a bit, I think; and a few dents beaten
into it as well. But just wait 'til you see what's in store for my gallant
pantywaist. You try to fight me, buster, you damn well better win, or you pay
the price. Your ass is mine, cowboy, and I'm going to take my pound of flesh."

I was still face down, and contemplating my upcoming doom, when I felt her
searching hand against my hip. It took me a moment to figure out what she was
up to, and by the time I did, she had found the pocket of my bluejeans and
inserted her hand. Then she was extracting the key and standing up once more.
"You won't be needing this in the near future."

I was too frightened of this shrew to turn over and face her. So I didn't see
what was happening until she was suddenly on my back with her hands groping
around my waist and under my body. Then she had found my belt and was busy
unbuckling it. Before I knew what was happening, my bluejeans and boxer shorts
had been pulled down to my ankles, leaving my naked butt exposed to the
breezes. But if I thought that Carly was interested in me sexually, I was
mistaken. Instead, I twisted around and watched the concentration on her
gorgeous face as she began to wind loop after loop of the tape around my
ankles and over the bluejeans, and wondered how anyone so pretty could have so
cold a heart. My emotions were a jumbled mess of confusion - fear,
embarassment over my nakedness and the humiliation of the defeat by a girl,
but also an erotic fascination with my conqueror and a strange disturbing
excitement at my subjugation. I turned back face down for fear she would see
my growing erection. That would have been the ultimate in humiliation if she
discovered that I found her dominance stimulating; and I could just envision
her scorn and ridicule at that sign of weakness.

I felt my ankles being bound tighter and tighter, and she continued to ignore
me and to focus on the job at hand, until the whole thing was a twisted mess
of cotton and tape. It wasn't a professional job by any means, but it was
effective and would have taken me 10 minutes to undo had I had both arms free.

Then she walked over to the doorway. "Well that will give you something to
work at while you contemplate your sins. See you around. Oh! I doubt you'll
need the light on, so we might as well save on hydro." And with that, she
flipped the light switch, and closed the door, locking it behind her. I had
chosen Saturday afternoon because nobody was likely to be around the gym, and
now I would be lying here until Monday morning. Worse yet. My parents would
have the police and everyone in town out looking for me. And when I was found
naked and trussed like a turkey, how could I admit that a girl had done it to
me. I twisted and fought my bonds for several minutes, but Carly had done a
good job. I was in total darkness and helpless, and likely to stay that way
for - I had lots of time to calculate- over 40 hours. Depression quickly set
in, and I felt tears begin to run down my cheeks.

3.

I think I'd fallen asleep, and was awakened by the sound of the lock turning
in the door. At first, I was ecstatic at my good fortune in someone coming to
the gym at that hour, but then panicked that I hadn't made up a story to
explain my predicament. I couldn't say that a girl had beat me up and tied me
like this. I needed a good one and quickly.

However my rescuer turned out to be Carly, and I must say I was most glad to
see her. She came in carrying a large hockey bag, set it down, brought a chair
from the far corner of the room, and sat down beside me.

"Oh you poor baby. You've been crying. Oh dear. You must have thought I was
going to leave you here 'til Monday morning. I really should have told you
that I was just going home to get a few things and was coming right back. I
really do feel bad about this. You must have been scared out of your wits. I
just assumed that you'd know that I wouldn't be that mean.

"But enough of this melodramatic crap. We have to come to an understanding.
The two of us have ignored each other too long, and I really feel that we are
destined to be associates. In fact you're going to be my boyfriend from now
on. Of course I'll be allowed to have others as well, and you won't, but
that's the price you pay for losing our little wrestling match. And of course,
I'll be the one in charge of the relationship. You'll do exactly what I say
and when I say it from now on. I've always wanted a devoted companion, and I
think you'll work out just fine. And you know what! A bonus for you. If we're
dating steady-like, then I won't be able to pick on that slut sister of yours.
It'll be tough, but I'll work at being real nice."

I said nothing, but thought, "Give your head a shake, you bitch, if you think
I'll ever be your slave." That didn't mean that I wouldn't accept the role of
boyfriend, because it might be fun to neck and carry on with an attractive
girl, even one that had the heart of a witch. I would enjoy the physical, but
rebuff any extreme attempts at domination that I didn't like.

However Carly soon proved that if she was a blond, at least she was a smart
one. She went over to the hockey bag and pulled out a small tripod. It was
when she extracted the video camera that I experienced an acute sinking
feeling. She smartly and expertly screwed the camera to the base, promptly
sighted through the aperture, and then pressed a button that caused a red
light at the front of the camera to come on.

"Say something intelligent for the nice folks who are going to be watching
this, Christopher. Tell them what's its like to be beat up by a girl. Tell
them what a real pussy you are, and let's show them what a bona fide whimp
looks like, shall we?"

"Oh, please don't, Carly." I pleaded. I could just imagine the video being
shown around the school, or even on the Internet.

"Well perhaps if you do exactly what I say, then we can keep this our little
secret. OK? But just in case, let's get this recorded so that you won't be
inclined to renege on any agreements that we might come to. Does that sound
fair?"

. She let the videotape run for about five minutes with me lying there half
naked and trussed, all the while shooting obscene questions at me and making
sexually derogatory comments concerning the inferiority of males in general
and my manhood in particular. She was really enjoying herself, and her wit
wasn't bad either. I could have gotten into her humor had it not been all at
my expense. I also had my choice of showing my naked butt to the camera, or my
privates, but chose sort of a half way position that would only expose one
plump white cheek.

"Well I guess that's enough footage to properly shame and humiliate you should
the need ever arise."

Carly then moved around into the range of the camera's viewfinder and stood
directly over me, one foot on either side of my legs, gazing down on her
helpless victim, a predatory smirk plastered on her face. Then she grasped the
hem of her T-shirt, and slowly drew it up and over her head, finally tossing
it off into a corner. I'm not sure whether it was the sight of Carly in a bra,
or what I surmised to be her intent, but my penis suddenly began to stiffen of
its own accord. Since my nemesis was still straddling my body, she couldn't
miss my embarrassing feature. She glanced down, focused on the disobedient
appendage, gave a wicked little smirk, and went back to removing her clothing.

"I always have trouble with these bras." she said, both arms struggling behind
her as she feigned difficulty with the clasp, erotically arching her back and
thrusting forward her chest. Her theatrics didn't fool either of us, but her
efforts did serve to intensify the mutinous behavior of my staff.

The bra removal was shortly accomplished, and I was suddenly gazing upon the
loveliest pair of breasts I had ever seen. Of course they were also the first
ones I remember seeing, but their beauty took my breath away. They weren't
large, but were plump and firm, with even a slight upwards pitch at the tips.
And the nipples were red, with rubbery little bumps, and were surrounded by
deep purplish circles.

"Oh! I see you like these, eh Chris?" as she gently cradling her naked
breasts, one in each hand, while simultaneously moving her foot against my sex
and attempting to grasp and encircle by engorged penis with her toes. Then
with far less subtlety, she removed and discarded the rest of her clothes. Her
long, smooth legs towered above me, leading to a very blond and curly bush
that I found oddly alluring. Naked, she looked strong and athletic. Her
shoulders seemed broader, and I noted the pleasant musculature of her arms. It
was no wonder that she had given me such a good tussle, and I well remembered
the power of those legs. However I had little time to admire or contemplate
her attributes as she suddenly flopped herself down onto my stomach, heavily
enough to force an 'oof' of discomfort from my lungs.

Her nearness was both frightening and titillating, as she hovered malevolently
above me. I had never been this close to a pretty girl before, especially a
naked, and potentially brutal one, and I have to admit that the thought that
she was about to force herself on me was exciting.

If only I'd known!

She leaned forward, and snaked her tongue between my lips. I latched onto it
and sucked greedily, and though my captor seemed to be enjoying the exercise,
she soon sat back up, leaving me grossly unsatisfied..

"Have you ever heard of oral sex?" she asked innocently.

"Oh no. I could never do that, I protested."

"But Chris" she pouted charmingly. "If you're going to be my boyfriend, then
you've got to learn to please me. I had another boy do it for me once, Chris,
and it really felt wonderful. And I'm really, really in the mood for it,
Chris. And I had a bath while I was home to make sure I was really clean down
there, just for you. Now, come on, what do you say?"

"Oh, God, I couldn't do it, Carly. Couldn't we just have sex? That would feel
good too."

"Well, Chris, I did ask nicely, didn't I. But if you're going to be my
boyfriend, you have to learn to do as I say. I do have other methods, like
this!" And with that, she quickly clamped one hand down over my mouth, and
pinched off my nostrils with the other. She completely caught me off guard, so
that I hadn't had the time or even the notion to suck in air first. I
struggled and flailed, but with her weight on my abdomen, and my arms bound
behind my back, it was to little avail. The feeling of not being able to
breathe is horrible, and she held me like that, in absolute agony, for what
seemed like minutes, but was likely only 30 seconds. Not knowing when, or even
if, she would release me was as wicked torture as denying me oxygen. And by
the time she did let go of my face, I would have done everything this witch
asked, and anything she was ever likely to ask for in the future as well.

"There now, Chris. I really hate being brutal like that, so I won't do it
again - unless I really have to, of course. However, envision this. I call a
party of kids from our school. Oh, not your namby-pamby kids who wouldn't like
me mistreating one of their own. But the really 'with-it' kids who can be just
as mean and bitchy as I am. Of course you'd be the exception and get an invite
as well, 'cause you'd be the star of the movie I'd show. Imagine it, Chris.
You wouldn't be able to show your face around the school again without some of
those really nasty kids leering at you and making jokes. And word would get
out, so that even your friends would look at you strangely. Now, wouldn't you
like to reconsider your decision to disobey, and to try to please your
mistress instead?"

And when I tried to delay by not answering, I promptly received a sharp slap
across the face which rattled my jaw. "Answer me please!"

"Alright" I said weakly.

"Good boy. I think we really understand one another." And she moved onto her
knees, and crept forward until the knees were positioned either side of my
head. I had never inspected a girl so closely, but in fact her sex was largely
hidden behind that delicate looking blond bush, and what I could see was now
too close to be in focus.

It surprised me that there was absolutely no odor, and that made the task
infinitely easier than I'd expected. The texture of her sex was also different
than I'd imagined, feeling firm and rubbery, and... well, fleshy, to my
timidly probing tongue. And even the fine hairs that tickled my lips and
worked their way into my mouth, proved to be engrossing, rather than gross. It
was definitely a unique experience, and far from the disgusting chore I'd
anticipated. But when my tormentor began to issue low moans, and to move her
hips in response to my actions, it suddenly seemed that I was the one in
charge. I became fully engaged with the exercise, and it proved to be
intensely satisfying. And the more she reacted, the harder I worked at
pleasing her. And my penis became so engorged that it ached, not that I minded
or even paid attention to the discomfort.

From a far off distance, I heard her breathing quicken, and then her legs
began to quiver, then shake, followed by a series of intense spasms that
racked her body. At full climax, she let out a kind of low, sustained moan,
and then suddenly pulled back and collapsed onto my body.

"Wow! That was great. You have a real talent." she said after she regained her
breath. "And to imagine that I used to think of you as totally worthless. I
can see an awesome future for us. But wait. You didn't come, did you? Well
we'll have to do something about that."

My erection was still hard as a rock. I was amazingly aroused and desperately
in need of relief. So the declaration that she would do something about my
misery was welcome news.

If only I'd known.

4.

Instead of tending to my needs as she said she had intimated, she began
chattering about her home life. "My father left home when I was only 7 years
old. Then 2 years ago, my mother took in a female lover who I really don't get
along with at all. Maybe I've become such a bitch because women tend to be
that way, and I've got two bitches for mothers to show me how. I really don't
like being the way I am, but I can't seem to help myself. Maybe now that
you're my boyfriend, I'll have a better example to follow."

At that point, I didn't really care much for Carly's family problems, but
desperately needed sexual relief. "Maybe you should make an extra effort to
get along with your mother and her friend." I offered helpfully, hoping that
she would get back on track.

"Ha! That's a laugh. Get along with those two morons? Here. Let me show you
what they do to each other." And she reached down into the bag she'd brought
and drew out a long, slender object.

"It looks like a penis." I said in my innocence.

"It is. Watch how it works." And she commenced to place it against her crotch
and to use the several straps at the end to secure it there. She had in effect
changed gender from female to male in 20 seconds. I still had no inkling of
her intent until she extracted a jar of Vaseline from the bag, scooped up gobs
of it on her fingers, and began lathering it over the counterfeit penis.

"Oh God no, Carly. You can't." I pleaded.

"Well, gee, Chris. I really do like to experiment with things, you know, and
I've never had the opportunity to use one of these. It's called a 'dildo'
apparently, and my two moms sure seem to like it. I just assumed that you
would too. I'd like your cooperation, of course. But if you resist, then two
bad things will happen. First, about 10 copies of this video, edited to
protect the innocent, of course, will appear at certain strategic locations in
the school on Monday with instructions taped to them, saying 'Watch me,
please!'.

"The second bad thing will be that I will force this into you one way or
another, and you will be badly hurt. I always get my way, Chris, and I really
won't tolerate disobedience. Now, I'll help you over onto your stomach, and
then up onto your knees. Relax as much as you can, and it will make things a
lot easier for both of us."

********

Carly waxed eloquent as she worked. "Technically, rape is the forcing of
oneself onto an unwilling victim," she said, "and since you don't want me
doing this to you, Chris, I guess I really am raping you." Carly pondered the
obvious (to me) as she slowly worked the horrid device into my anus. She would
push forward an inch at a time, gently, thank God, and then retreat a bit to
allow my body to accommodate the foreign object. Then after a few seconds,
repeat the process. "I looked it up in the dictionary, because I've always
fantasized doing this to a boy, and never had the opportunity. Do you think
others girls have the same kind of fantasies?"

It wasn't just the dildo, or Carly's inane dialogue that pained me, but I was
also in an uncomfortable position. My weight was being supported by my knees
and by my the side of my face, which was being squashed into the mat. I also
had to support a small portion of Carly's weight, as well as the force of her
thrusts into my body. But far worst was the violation.

"Please, Carly, stop. I don't like it. I'll do anything else you say." my
voice sounded strange and weak and far off, but I couldn't open my mouth
properly with it plastered against the mat.

"Don't be such a baby, Chris. My instincts are to ram it hard, but I'm being
real gentle, 'cause I like you. For God's sake, take it like a man.... or, I
guess in this case, like a woman.

"There! It's all the way in." she said in apparent triumph, and after what had
seemed like an eternity. "How does it feel?"

"Awful." I moaned in agony. "Get it out. Please." It was not painful, because
of the way that Carly had inserted the device, but it was immensely
uncomfortable, and it felt like I had to go to the bathroom in the worst way.
Tiny convulsions swept my lower regions, as my body tried vainly to discharge
the abominable object. With trepidation I waited for Carly to begin the
dreaded in and out thrusts that would transport her to climax and painfully
culminate my rape.

Instead, I felt her clutch me around the waist, and then drag me over
sideways. Then I was lying on my side in the fetal position, with Carly's arms
around my hips and her body attached to mine. I felt the dildo slide out an
inch or two as we rolled over, but she shoved her pelvis firmly against my
derriere and forced it all the way back in. I felt her breath hot on my neck.

I tried to struggle, but her arms were around my waist, and I was impaled from
below. There was no escape. "I told you that your ass is mine, lover." she
whispered into my ear. "And the rest of you too, for that matter. You belong
to me totally. From now on you will do everything I ask. I will award you with
pain or pleasure, depending on my mood and on your behavior, and where and
whenever I choose. But right now I'll save the pain for another time." Then I
felt her hand seeking out my now deflated member, and begin to bring it
rapidly back to life. Her other hand seized the scrotum and commenced stoking
and fondling. The sensations of pleasure were immediate and intense. Then she
began gently working her hips in opposition to the motion of her hand. The
dildo moved inside me, back and forth, only an inch or so at a time. Yet it
kneaded the prostate, and felt wonderful, and I heard myself moaning with
pleasure. The sensations rapidly became overpowering, almost unbearable, and
my captress quickly drove me towards an explosive orgasm.

"There now. Am I really such a witch?" she murmured once we were both relaxed.
Then, I suppose just to annoy me, she thrust her tongue deep into my ear and
forced me to squirm in delicious torment.

We lay there entwined like that for several minutes. I was so sensitive from
the sex, and Carly's nipples were so rigid, that I could actually feel them
pressing into my back. But all too soon, she withdrew her arms, and extricated
the erogenous sword from my body.

"I'll be right back to clean you up and to release your bonds as soon as I
take this videotape to my locker. I doubt we'll ever need it now that we have
an understanding. However its part of our history, and will insure your future
devotion. I'm sure we'll both enjoy watching it when we're 70. As you know, I
can be a bitch, but I'm not as bad as I pretend. Believe it or not, the kind
of boys that I like, that will do as I say, are subconsciously attracted to
mean bitches, because they enjoy being dominated.. So I play up the part just
for effect.

"Admit it. You fantasized about me long before today, didn't you, Chris. I've
noticed you sneaking peaks at me whenever we were in the same class. And you
like a girl to take charge, don't you. But don't worry. I don't have to be a
bitch to dominate. With this video here, I can be as nice as pie, and still
scare the shit out of you. You've got a new authority in your life, lover, a
new mistress to take care of you. And you'll like it 'cause you crave someone
with a firm hand, and because this tape doesn't give you all that much of an
option. Oh! By the way. Say 'Hi' to Janet for me. She's a really nice little
girl, and we should get along fine in the future. I'm really sorry to have had
to make her life such a hell like I did, but it only lasted for about three
weeks, and I think you'd agree that the gain was well worth the pain."