The Perfect Plan By Under Hot girl wants guy to be her slave and devises a plan so he will have no choice in the matter. Feel free to send any comments to... lyonsr_98@yahoo.com Hot girl wants guy to be her slave and devises a plan so he will have no choice in the matter. Tara watched him go by. Her heart sank in lust but not the way most teenage girls feel. She had more on her mind then a school girl crush. All her friends had boyfriends, and they ended up falling into that trap of men. The guys act all tough and pretend they care, but they don't. The girls put all their time and effort into the guys for nothing. Tara promised herself she would never do that. As true as this was, Tara had another reason for not going out with anyone. She hid a secret deep in her heart and would tell know one but her closest friends. Tara had a fantasy to destroy men. She wanted to dominate them and abuse and terrorize them. She wanted all men to look at her with terror in their hearts. She remembered the days when she used to wrestle her brother. Her brother was two years older then her, and she got the crap kicked out of her until one day. She was thirteen years old and was bored, so she went to see what her brother was up to. He had just walked out of his room to go to the bathroom, and she walked in. She saw his homework on the desk and then saw the remote control for his stereo. She smiled to herself and took out the batteries and then changed the station. She laid down on his bed until he came back and tried not to laugh. "Who told you could change the station?" Were his first words. He reached for the remote and tried to change it back. He tried a couple more times getting more frustrated. "This thing is brand new. What the hell?" Tara laughed to herself as she recalled the situation. She remembered it still so perfectly. He jumped on her after he found out giving her noogies threatening to really teach her a lesson. Tara tried to free herself, but her brother was a big kid and strong. He wasn't really hurting her, so she wasn't really trying to fight him. She still kicked and screamed though and when she accidentally caught him in the face with her elbow, she didn't stop. He jerked back from the shot which freed her leg, and she kicked him onto the floor. Tara had never even come close to winning a fight before, and she was excited to be taking control. She jumped on him before he had a chance to move crashing into his stomach with her knee. He grunted out a cough as he lost his wind and remained motionless to Tara's onslaught. She tried to think of what to do next because there was no way she could keep him down. Instead of trying and losing to his strength, she stood up and jumped on him again. Once then twice she landed her knees into his chest and stomach area smiling like the happiest kid alive while she did it. Scott tried to protest with his hands because he could not speak. He could not pull in a breath or get her to stop. He tried to roll over to escape her jumping on him just for a lack of better options. She seemed so happy to be hurting him, and he couldn't understand why. As he rolled over, Tara jumped into his back sending him flat to the ground. She pulled at his arm and forced it behind his back pushing it as far as it would go. She shoved her knee on top of it to add more pressure which freed her hands to give him a noogie. "You better not mess with me, bro." She laughed at her triumph over her big brother and wanted to tell the world. She was so proud of herself. "Are you still going to teach me a lesson? Huh big brother?" She increased the pressure on her noogies. "Get off me." He yelled at his sister glad just to be able to talk again. He caught more of his breath. "Tara, get off me." He couldn't budge his arm, and every time he tried to force her off him, she pushed harder on his arm. She didn't know what was coming over her, but she couldn't get off him. She put all her effort into keeping him subdued and keeping pressure on his arm. She felt like a new person wanting nothing more then to hear her brother beg for his life. "Say you're sorry for attacking me." He struggled underneath her trying to free himself, but he wasn't going anywhere. His head was pinned against the wall, and his arm was throbbing. "Tara, I'm going to kill you." Tara used her knee to jam his arm further up his back. He screamed in pain, but Tara had no time to enjoy it. "Say it." She yelled. "Say you're sorry. Now!" "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Ahhh stop, please." He begged trying to fight off tears. Tara didn't know what to do. She felt like a queen being crowned to rule the entire world. She didn't want to let him go, but this was her brother. He had never been mean to her, but she didn't care. "Beg me. Beg me to stop hurting you." She whispered to him. Scott was now crying. Tears ran down his cheeks wiping away all masks of manly pride. His thirteen year old sister had completely emasculated him, and he was helpless to stop it. "Please, I beg you. Let me go. Please." He cried helplessly sobbing. He didn't move when Tara got off him. He just cried. Tara's life changed after that. Her brother would not talk to her or even look at her, but she didn't mind. She had a new interest in life. She began working out in her spare time, that and studying karate and wrestling. She had always been a good swimmer, and now she became a great swimmer. Her brother left as soon as he could and went to boarding school leaving his huge basement bedroom to her. In addition to the huge bedroom, it also had a walk in closet with a secret door. Her brother told her it had been used to store alcohol during prohibition. All four walls were concrete and it was big enough for a small bedroom or a prison cell. The room was also almost completely sound proof. Tara watched him go by the same time every day. His name was Charles, but she would call him Sissy. She only had a week to pull this off. Her parents were sending her to catholic school because of her brother's obsessiveness with boarding school. She would have to get him to mellow out. Tara had been planning for months now and today was the beginning of it all. Charles was a great looking popular guy, and all the girls wanted him. He didn't have one dirty secret that the girls could find out, so they had to invent something. A while back, Tara started a rumor that one of the teachers liked Charles. This normally wouldn't have been a problem to his reputation, but the teacher was a guy. Mr. Marling was a little wacky, but there was no proof that he was gay. The fact that people had been saying it for ever is what gave Tara the idea. After a couple weeks, Charles got sick of everyone saying it and punched the teacher in class. That was about two weeks ago. Tara got her friend Jen to put her college boyfriend off for a night and go out with Charles. For Tara, her date was Mr. Marling. She had been waiting for this day for three months now, ever since she thought of the idea. The sports banquet was the most sacredly held tradition of the school. After the banquet, all the guys and some of the girls would go party in the football field. It was the only day that the police would let them. It started a long time back, but a couple of years ago, the school got broken into and some of the windows were broken. They still let the kids hang out, but the police would roam around from time to time, and the coaches would take turns on duty during the night. Mr. Marling was the boys swimming coach, and his shift started at midnight. Jen talked to Charles the night before on the phone and told him to leave the party at about midnight and not to tell anyone. With a good buzz, Charles slipped away happy to finally get a chance to be with one of the sacred three. The whole school wanted to be with Tara, Jen, and Stephanie. They were all incredibly beautiful and untouchable. They were only juniors but more desired than any senior. Jen only dated college guys, Stephanie was practically married to some cheesy actor, and Tara just didn't think guys were worthy of her. It was really Tara who he wanted. She deserved a dick more than any of them, but he would settle for Jen. Tara watched Charles get into Jen's car, but it wasn't her normal Grand-prix, it was a Dodge Dakota. Charles didn't seem to care though; he seemed very happy. Tara watched them drive away and snuck into the school. She left a window open, and a week before, she broke the street light that would have lit her entrance. She made sure no one was watching and slipped through the window. She would have been hard to spot in her dark outfit. Her leather pants would have showed off her great legs and ass, but it was too dark to see. Her coat wasn't actually black but dark brown, and it was very big on her. It might have even looked like she was wearing her boyfriends jacket, and in a sense she was. It was Charles' jacket. She took it from the coat room at the banquet, but the free drinks he received all evening from her tab probably caused his forgetfulness of even wearing a jacket. Her last important item of clothing were her leather gloves. The only other item of interest was her leather purse which was under her coat, but when Mr. Marling saw her, he didn't notice anything. "Hi Mr. Marling, how is the watch going?" She slowly walked towards him looking at the closed blinds. She nervously rubbed her legs wanting to take her gloves off. She had never worn gloves inside before, and she quickly put her hands behind her back. "How long are you on for?" "What are you doing here Ms. Reynolds?" He looked inquisitively at her wondering if anything was wrong. Tara wanted to keep chatting, but she wanted him even more. She hadn't attacked a man since her coed soccer league last summer. After four or five kicks to his thighs he was down. She kept on missing the ball during the game and purposely kicked him in the legs. Before the first half ended, the boy fell to the ground unable to move. She wanted to kick the shit out of him, but there were to many people watching. She tried to look innocent about the whole thing, but people began to wonder. She would hold nothing back tonight. The excitement already was making her breath hard. She had trouble pretending to be nonchalant. As she approached him, she could not contain herself any longer and went straight for his throat. Her gloved hands grasped tightly around his throat and did not let go as he stumbled back. She drove with her legs and sent him sprawling to the floor. He tried to catch himself to ease the fall, but the force on his neck caused his head to slam into the hard tile floor. The thud was almost deafening but neither heard it. Tara was too busy positioning herself on top of him to hear anything. She released his neck with one hand and pulled back to take a swing, but Mr. Marling did not stay dazed for long. With Tara off balance, the surprisingly strong man threw her back and then kicked her off him. Tara quickly rolled to her feet as Mr. Marling pulled himself up while trying to catch his breath. Tara used his hesitation and threw a front kick into his chest. The heel of her boot caught him squarely and knocked him against the wall. She followed up with a sweeping kick to the knee which took out his legs. He crashed to the ground pleading with her in a kneeling position. "That's how I like my men, on their knees." She laughed. She eased up for a moment knowing the confrontation was over. She walked towards him swaying her hips wanting him to still want her after all this. "Can I ask you a question Mr. Marling?" She paused for a moment just staring into his eyes enjoying the terror in them. "Will you cry for me?" She swung her leg back and kicked him squarely in the jaw. He was out before he hit the ground. He woke up laying on his back between Tara's legs. She was laying off to his right side pinning his right arm under her. She had pulled her purse out and was waiting patiently for him to wake up. "Hey, sleepy head." She cooed. "Are you really gay?" "Tara, what are you doing?" "Answer the question." She screamed as she tightened her legs. He grunted in pain as he constricted his stomach muscles trying to stop the pressure. "Tara, let go." "Answer the question. Are you a faggot?" She straightened her legs out and tightened harder. Her thighs dug into his stomach muscles probing for a weakness. Her legs would do no real damage until his stomach muscles gave in, but she had no fear of losing. She swam five miles a day and worked out for two hours on strength and endurance. And this was exactly where she wanted to be. "No, I'm not." He tried to free his right arm from under her but could only manage to claw at her leather jacket. His left arm was pretty useless. He couldn't lean up enough to get any leverage with her legs so tight around his stomach. He tried to pry at her legs and than pound on them, but it didn't seem to have any effect. He was already starting to panic and gave no effort to escape his devoted attention. As her legs got tighter around him, and the pain increased, he panicked more. "I really hope you are, because other wise this might really hurt you." She kind of snickered as she dug into her purse with her free hand. She had his full attention when she pulled out a huge dildo. His eyes widened in fear, and his effort to free himself increased. Tara almost laughed as he pounded frantically on her legs and tried to buck himself free. All his effort required oxygen, and it was becoming harder for him to get. With each exhale her legs got a little tighter. They seemed to be perfectly in tuned to his breathing pattern, and no matter how subtle his exhales were, her legs always responded with more pressure. "Do you want to taste it before I shove it up your ass?" Her eyes were no longer playful as she jammed it into his mouth. He almost escaped right then. He was so scared, and Tara was so excited, he almost freed himself. His face was completely white as he threw the dildo across the room, but he was still helpless to get air. Tara laughed as his fear turned to complete impotence. As he looked into her eyes and began begging her, she poured on the power. She watched him convulse as he struggled for air and watched him cry as he tried to beg her with out words. When he passed out, he didn't know if he would ever wake up. Mr. Marling woke up to see Tara strapping on her dildo over top of her tight leather pants and noticed his own pants on a nearby chair. She immediately saw his eyes open as he tried to shake the grogginess off, and she stepped on his chest to keep him down. "I feel pretty silly, but I wouldn't want to give the police any evidence of me being here." She smiled down at her prey and then kneeled on his chest. She reached down and ripped his underwear off and jammed it in his mouth. The fight instantly returned to him, and Tara stood up and began kicking him. One boot to the chest, and he rolled over into perfect position. She slammed the heel of her boot into his back and then jumped on. She grabbed one of his arms and forced it behind his back and jammed her dildo up his ass. He screamed in pain. With his free hand, he was able to roll to his side and try to grab at her. She grabbed at his hair and jammed his arm to his neck but wasn't able to turn him to his stomach. She pulled the dildo out of his bleeding ass and straddled him pounding him with her fists. Finally she got him in the right position again, but this time she grabbed his arm behind his back and leaned into it. Her driving force ripped the tendons and muscles and again he screamed. He would be easy to control now. She grabbed his other arm ignoring his tears and cries for mercy and again inserted his destruction. She rammed him with force and smiled as she did it. Soon she didn't hear his screams at all, nothing but her own ecstasy. When his struggle finally subsided, Tara wrapped her hands around his throat. His struggle revived immediately as her leather covered fingers dug into his fleshy throat. He bucked underneath her, but she was ready. She positioned her legs underneath his in a grapevine fashion, so he could not get any leverage. She used the dildo to keep him in place as she pulled his whole body back towards her. It was almost as if she were trying to rip his head off. Reason had left Mr. Marling long ago. He could still not get over this beautiful young lady doing this to him. As his head was pulled back by is neck, he lost more and more breath, but his only thought was why. He had given up pleading long ago, and now just wanted to know why. He felt the blood vessels burst in his eye lids and still pawed helplessly at her hands, but it was over. Mr. Marling died never knowing why. Even after he stopped moving, she held him there enjoying the moment. She really wasn't sure how killing someone would be, but she was happy with the result. She never felt so powerful in her life, and she loved it. She wanted to get naked with him so bad, but she couldn't allow the police any evidence of her being there. As she unstrapped the dildo, she couldn't help but grab her crotch. She took off one glove and began fingering herself. She nearly collapsed when she orgasmed. She then picked up her stuff and ran home to celebrate. The headlines the next day were great. "Teacher dead" Nothing more then that. The story went into no details about the scene. Tara wished she could have been there. She couldn't concentrate on her morning workout. She was benching 170 now, but today, she could hardy lift the bar. She took the towel and wiped off her forehead and went up stairs. She grabbed her black adidas windpants and slipped them on over her spandex shorts. She looked in the mirror to see how she looked and couldn't see anything to fix and then grabbed a sweatshirt. She had to see Jen. She drove to the hotel like a maniac singing the whole way. "Hey kid, did you see the papers?" Her smile could not have been bigger. "I still can't believe it's true. Was it hard?" She asked inquisitively. Jen did not have the same passions as Tara, but she was growing very interested. She could see how her boyfriend acted around her now. Jen was slowly developing into a very dominant girl. "It was easier then I thought and it was fun." She laughed recalling the event for the millionth time. The two girls were talking and laughing like the giddiest of school girls. Anyone watching would have thought they were the most normal girls in the world. Jen gave Charles a drugged drink just like Tara had planned and drove him to his house at about four. She dragged him into his garage and left him there to wake up. She was sure that no one saw her. Jen had a date with her real boyfriend tonight, so she had to go. Tara left watching Jen with that gleam in her eye. She wondered to herself what kind of date they would have. When Monday finally came and everyone was back in school, Tara just listened to the rumors. The best news was that Charles was questioned by the police. That one came from Charles' best who wanted Tara in a desperate way. Tara actually flirted with him for the first time ever, and he spilled his guts. His car was the only one in the parking lot after they kicked everyone off the football field. They couldn't find him that night, and no one knew where he went. His explanation of "not remembering" didn't fly to well with the cops, so it would depend on what Jen had to say. Tara could hardly contain herself, but she did. It was perfect. The police had no luck trying to find Jen. Her parents told them that she was on a one week vacation in Florida with her boyfriend. Tara bought the tickets for the two, but Stephanie and her boyfriend actually used them. They left a couple days ago travelling under Jen and Scott's name. Jen was actually staying with her boyfriend for the week with a short stop over to help Tara and probably having a great time. The cops wondered why Charles would lie. Tara didn't have a plan to get Charles alone, so she followed him into the boys bathroom. He didn't look too good under the circumstances, but Tara couldn't wait to have him. "What are you doing?" He asked wondering if his day was about to get better. "I heard you had some trouble. Want to tell me about it?" Her smile was growing a little as she looked into his sparkling blue eyes. She wanted to tear his clothes off and have him suck her feet. "I'd rather not, but thanks." He still thought she was sincere. She looked so good in her short little satin skirt. Her tight sweater showed her incredible body, and he was thinking he should talk to her just so he could keep looking at her huge breasts. "I heard you couldn't find your coat?" She looked so innocent batting her eye lashes at him. The corner of her lips were cracked in a slight smile. Charles thought he was in love. "Yeah, I have no idea where it is, but that is the least of my worries." He chuckled trying to joke at the situation. "What jail do you want to go to?" Her eyes instantly turned to ice. She knew he wanted her, and now she wanted to crush his heart. He looked at her in shock wondering if he heard her right. "You can pick my jail or theirs." "Hey, I didn't do it." "I know, but all signs point to you. Jen is in Florida, everyone knew you hated the guy, and your jacket has his blood on it." She just watched him stammer. Her chest heaved as she sucked in air. She was already excited from his demise, and it would only get better. "Where is my jacket?" "I don't know now, but the police found it in the dumpster outside the school. You really should have used a dumpster further away." She mocked him shaking her head. She looked in the mirror and fixed her hair trying to play into his desperation. "What's going on?" "I want you as my slave. I have a little prison cell all made up for you and want you for maybe a year or so. All you have to do is agree and come to my house." She was so nonchalant about the whole thing, and he was just plain confused. "What are you talking about, you psycho." He was getting scared. She seemed so in control, and felt like all hope was fading. He never would have pictured a girl acting so mean. "I'm going to give you awhile to think about this. Give me a call in thirty years when you get out of jail. I can't protect you forever." She walked out the bathroom without looking back. Charles felt like a fox in a trap. He sprinted from the bathroom still having to go pee and drove to Jen's house. He banged on the door furiously until Jen's mom answered. "Where is Jen. I know she's in here." He forced his way into the house looking everywhere and scaring this uninvolved lady half to death. She called the police after yelling at him that Jen was in Florida. When Charles heard the sirens, he ran. He ran like crazy because that was how he felt. He ran all the way to school and looked for Tara. "Please, help me. Get me out of this." He begged. "Go and wait for me behind the old warehouse and don't tell anyone. I'll be there right after school." She almost laughed. He was putty in her hands. She couldn't wait to introduce him to her penal code. She laughed at her joke. After school she picked him up and drove him to her house in silence. He seemed really out of it, and as she escorted him down to her basement cell, she wondered how long he would last. She might need another plan sooner then she thought.