Annabelle VII: The Neverending Femdom Story
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Annabelle and her friends never get tired of dominating and humiliating weakling males


Annabelle stood at the 50-yard line of the football field in the park. She
threw the football with strength, accuracy, and a beautiful spiral. On the
goal line, May caught it neatly one-handed, then threw it back to Annabelle
with equal force. After making the catch, Annabelle glanced around, made a
signal with her hand, and jogged over to her friend.

"What's up, Ana?" asked May.

Annabelle motioned with her finger. "I think we've got a target. That guy over
there. Gray shirt, black pants. He's been staring at us ever since we started
playing catch."

"Lots of guys stare at us. Girls who can throw and catch a football better
than most men are kind of rare. Very rare, in fact."

"True. But this douche is short and scrawny, a typical omega male loser type."

May laughed as she glanced at him, smirking at his weak build. "I wouldn't bet
against that. Looks like your bait idea for the next dweeb to star in our
videos is working like a charm."

"Come on. Let's go reel in the fish."

"You said it. Damn, there's nothing more obnoxious than weakling males who
have fetishes for girls who can do 'guy' stuff that they could never do." The
two athletic yet feminine girl-jocks casually began making their way towards
the dorky-looking young man. As they neared him, the sharp contrast between
their bodies and his became very apparent.

Annabelle had long silky black hair, dark brown eyes, and deeply tanned, dark
brown skin. At 5'8" and 130 pounds, she was perfectly proportioned for her
main job as a model, and her 25-inch waist, 35-inch hips, and perky B-cup
breasts helped as well. She had been lucky enough to inherit the best of both
worlds from her half Filipina, half European heritage. Today, she was wearing
one of her trademark white blouses (she owned about fifteen identical white
blouses) and low-cut, tight black pants that accented her round, muscular
dancer's ass. Slightly too tall for regular-length women's pants, Annabelle
liked wearing pants fit for tall girls. She wore them low on her waist to show
off her six-pack abs, and that combined with the fact that the tall girl pants
were generally cut for a girl of 5'9" or 5'10" made them look just a little
too long on her, a look she liked. The sleeves of her blouse were rolled up to
show off her thick, well-muscled forearms, the darkness of their brown tan
emphasized against the white color of the blouse. A black leather bracelet
covering up each of her big wrists made her forearms look even thicker.

May was curvaceous and muscular at 5'6" and 143 pounds, with firm D-cup tits,
a 26-inch waist, and 38-inch hips. From her Middle Eastern heritage, she had
tanned brown skin that was as dark as Annabelle's. May's shoulder-length
jet-black hair and large brown eyes helped give her a look of exotic beauty.
She wore a light cream-colored, short-sleeved top, a black miniskirt, and
knee-high black leather boots. Her top showed off the darkness of her skin and
her bulging arm muscles, the muscle tone in her upper arms visible even when
she wasn't flexing. The skirt displayed her thick, muscular thighs, and the
boots gave her a sexy domme look. Both girls had elegant, high-cheekboned
faces that added to their beauty and femininity.

The dorky guy was wearing jeans and a white T-shirt. At 5'4" and 125 pounds,
he was shorter and lighter than both women, and his skin looked very pale next
to the girls' dark brown tans. Despite the scrawniness of his build, he had
the beginnings of a gut from his lack of exercise and fondness for fast food,
and both girls easily had smaller waists than him. His face, homely and
unattractive, with a considerable amount of acne, showed the lack of
confidence of a classic omega male loser. Annabelle and May looked at one
another and smirked. This was looking perfect so far.

"Hey, what's up?" Annabelle said to the guy, putting on her well-practiced
fake smile. "I'm Annabelle, and this is my friend May."

"H...Hey," he stammered. "I'm H...Henry."

"We noticed you watching us play catch, Henry," said May. "Did you want to
join us?"

Henry's heart was beating very fast. He was a loner, a loser, still a kissless
virgin at 23 years old. He had been on a long, lonely walk through the park as
part of one of his always futile attempts to meet a girlfriend. When he had
seen Annabelle and May arrive and start throwing the football, he had
immediately stopped to watch them. Girls who could throw well were one of his
fetishes. He had always been extremely unathletic and in school, even skinny
girls could throw farther and harder than him. He had grown to deal with his
insecurity and self-hatred over that by becoming turned on by athletic girls,
fantasizing about them schmoe-style and getting a sick thrill out of seeing
them do things he could never do. He had been trying to work up the courage to
go and talk to them when they had unexpectedly approached him instead.

"S...sure. I'd love to," he said immediately. After all his failures, not one
but two insanely hot girls had actually come up and talked to him! Was his
epic, seemingly never-ending streak of bad luck finally ending? True, these
girls weren't saying they would go out with him, but he had never even had a
female friend, he was that much of a loser. Just being friends with a couple
of hot chicks would be a great leap forward for him. And maybe then, he could
use that as a stepping stone towards actually dating a girl and finally losing
his virginity.

"Great." Annabelle pointed out into the distance. "Go out for a pass."

Henry suddenly realized that his total lack of athletic ability, including his
complete lack of knowledge on how to catch and throw, would likely spoil his
chances with these two hot chicks. But he had no choice in the matter. He had
to try. So he headed out there, being waved further and further by Annabelle.
Finally motioning for him to stop at fifty yards, she delivered a powerful
throw. Henry tried desperately to make the catch, but failed miserably, the
ball sailing past him. He went over and picked it up, hoping that the girls
weren't laughing at him behind his back.

"Now throw it to me," May called out. She was also standing about fifty yards
away from him.

Henry gulped. "Um...could you come a little closer?" His throwing like a girl
was about to be exposed in a few seconds, and he was desperately trying to
find a way to make it look slightly less pathetic.

May moved forward about five yards. Henry motioned her closer twice more
before he finally decided he looked too much of a loser doing just that too
many times, and threw the ball.

The football traveled less than half the 35-yard distance between himself and
May. Henry did a double facepalm in humiliation. May, taking advantage of her
natural acting talent, still only just barely managed to keep a straight face.
Annabelle, out of Henry's line of sight, was holding her sides with laughter.

"Sorry," said Henry, his face red with shame. "I guess I throw like a girl."

Annabelle wanted to say, "No, you're not good enough to throw like a girl. You
throw like a cuck." At a company picnic at the sporting goods company where
she was currently employed as a spokesmodel, even the skinniest and least
athletic girl had been able to throw farther than Henry. But she kept those
thoughts and comments under the surface for now. They needed to reel this fish
in to set him up for the ultimate humiliation. So she said, "It's okay. Not
every guy has to be super strong and athletic."

"Yeah," said May, even though she wanted to say, "It's not okay." She winked
at Annabelle.

Annabelle and May did some baby throws to Henry, like they would do with a
small child. Even so, he still missed some of them, and the girls still had to
step forward sometimes to catch his weak throws. Finally, the girls did a
demonstration for their male target, each babe making multiple throws of over
50 yards with perfect catches by her companion each time, looking every bit
the sexy girl-jocks they were.

Henry felt a hard-on growing in his pants. "So...uh...how did you girls get to
be so good?" he asked when they were done.

"Oh, we learned how to throw from playing softball," said Annabelle casually.

"Plus having big arms always helps," added May. She casually flexed her
bulging biceps, then held out her forearm next to Henry's. May's wrists were
even thicker than Annabelle's, and her massive, dark brown, heavily muscled
forearm looked ultra-dominant next to Henry's thin, pale one with no muscle
tone. Henry felt his boner grow harder as another of his fetishes came up.
Because his own wrists and forearms were so thin and unmasculine, he had
developed the fetish of being attracted to girls with thicker ones as a way of
compensating.

"Wow," said Henry. "If you don't mind my saying so, I love how big your wrists
are. Both of you. I hate having girly forearms."

Annabelle, although she wanted to say, "Yes, we do mind, loser," kept up the
charade and instead simply said, "Yeah, we do have big ones. What's your wrist
measurement, May?"

"Seven and one-third inches." May tossed her perfectly coiffed jet-black hair
sexily, loving having the perfect balance between femininity and masculinity.

"Mine are at seven inches now," said Annabelle. "Those daily wrist
strengthening exercises have really helped. You should try them sometime,
Henry." She held out her forearm next to his, enjoying the view of how much
thicker and darker hers was. "Yours are probably barely six inches."

Henry just stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say. Should he crack a
self-depreciating joke? Try to change the subject? Hit on the girls? He wished
he had the balls to do that last one.

May looked at her shiny gold watch, a man's model that wasn't loose at all on
her thanks to the thickness of her wrist. "Oh, look at the time. We'd better
get going, Ana."

"Oh, yeah," said Annabelle. She gave Henry her most dazzling fake smile. "We
promised a friend we'd meet up with her soon, but it's been nice hanging out.
If you'll give me your number, maybe we can do it again sometime."

Henry almost pinched himself. A girl as hot as Annabelle asking him for his
phone number? He eagerly gave it to her, wishing he had the courage to ask for
hers or May's. But he didn't want to ruin it. Not when this was pretty much
the first time he had had any kind of positive interaction with attractive
women his age. He was so relieved that Annabelle and May still seemed to like
him despite his utter lack of throwing skill, weak girly wrists, and short
height.

"So I guess we'll see you later," said May. She and Annabelle waved goodbye to
Henry, who stood looking after them with a dumb, goofy grin on his homely face
long after they had traveled out of sight.

"Damn, what a loser," smirked Annabelle when the two girls were by themselves.

"He sure is," agreed May. "Setting him up is going to be fun."

* * *

At the trendy outdoor cafe, May and Annabelle met up with Cassie, the third
member of the informal female cuckbusters' club, as they sometimes liked to
call themselves, and told her all about baiting the trap for Henry. After all
three young women had enjoyed some good laughter over him, Annabelle briefly
changed the subject. "So, Cass, how did your movie shoot go?"

"Great, Ana. It was a breeze, just a couple of hours, and they paid me $2500
for my part. Usually it would have been a union part, but they had such a hard
time finding an actress that met all the qualifications - can do back
handsprings, can shoot a gun like an expert, and is as hot as a model - that
they let me do it even though I'm non-union. The director was so happy with my
gymnastics and markswomanship that he gave me five tickets to the premiere of
the movie, which will be in a few weeks." She held them out.

"Wow, cool," said May as she looked at them. "So who do you think we should
give the other two to?"

Annabelle's dark brown eyes lit up. "I have an idea. Why don't we use them as
a little test for Henry?"

"What kind of test?" asked Cassie.

"Well, any man who's worthy of the title of man should be able to get a date
for a prestigious event like a movie premiere. We could give two tickets to
Henry and tell him to bring a date. If he can get a hot chick, we'll let him
go, it's only fair. If he can only get a plain Jane, we'll set him up for a
humiliation level of, like, 8 out of 10."

"And if he can't get a date at all?" May inquired.

Annabelle smirked. "In that case, we'll make the humiliation an 11."

Cassie was nodding. "I like it. We have standards, we don't bully average
people. We pick on people who are asking for it. The losers of society."

"Well, I still don't like the idea of possibly letting him go, but frankly, I
don't think that's going to happen," said May. "All right, I'm down for it."

"Great," snickered Annabelle. She took out her iPhone. "Let's see if our
little friend is worthy of being a man."

* * *

Annabelle tossed the keys of her black BMW 7-series to the valet, giving him a
dazzling smile and watching him blush in response. He bowed submissively as
Annabelle and May got out. Both women were wearing long, elegant formal
dresses for the premiere. Annabelle's was white, really showing off how dark
her brown tan was, while May's was red, the better to represent her fiery
personality. Both dresses were sleeveless, and both girls had upper arms that
were developed enough that muscle tone was showing even when they weren't
flexing. Several men passing by looked on with envy, ashamed that their arms
weren't as strong as the girls' and glad they were wearing suits to cover
them.

"Wow, Ana," said May. "This is the first time in weeks that I've seen you in
something other than a white blouse. How many of those do you own, fifteen?"
She playfully slapped her friend on the ass.

Annabelle laughed. "Something like that. Ooh, gotta check with Cass." She took
out her iPhone. "You in position?"

"Sure am, Ana," came Cassie's response. "All right, let's do this."

May nudged Annabelle. Henry walked up to them, dressed in expensive but
awkward-looking pants and shirt that looked out of place on him. Sure enough,
he was alone!

"Hey, Henry," said Annabelle. "Glad you could make it. Where's your date?"

"Um, well, uh, I couldn't exactly..." he stammered.

"Don't tell us you couldn't get a date to a freaking movie premiere. Girls
love that stuff." May was speaking now, and her voice was rising, causing
several people near them to look in her direction. Both girls were wearing
high heels, making them tower over him even more than they usually would. He
felt like a pathetic little mouse surrounded by hungry tigresses.

"Yeah. Tell us this is a joke, Henry. Are you really a dateless loser?"
demanded Annabelle. Henry simply hung his head.

"Oh my God," said May. "You are one! Fucking anyone could have gotten a date
for this, except YOU, dipshit! We wasted two tickets on you!" By now, a small
crowd had gathered around them, and many people were filming with their
iPhones. In addition, some of the papparazzi at the event had come over to the
commotion with their cameras.

"Guess what, Henry?" smirked Annabelle. "You've just been un-friendzoned.
Congratulations. If getting put in the friendzone makes a guy a loser, just
think about what a huge super mega-loser you are by not even being good enough
for the friendzone." She snatched Henry's pair of tickets, which he had been
holding in his hand, and ripped them up, dropping the pieces on the ground.
"We've wasted enough of our time with you. We're outta here. And it looks like
you are, too." She pointed at the torn bits of his tickets, then suddenly
threw herself into a cartwheel followed by a series of back handsprings down
the red carpet, being athletic enough to do her flick-flacks even in a long
dress and high heels. She finished her tumbling pass with a back tuck, landing
perfectly on her feet. Despite his anger, Henry found himself getting turned
on by her gymnastic ability, since girls who could do back flips were another
of his fetishes.

May blew Henry a mocking kiss, then began doing a series of standing back
handsprings down the red carpet, elegantly backflipping like a pro-gymnast.
She finished her tumbling sequence with a full twist, then she and Annabelle
vanished inside the theatre, with men and women applauding their gymnastics
skills. Henry was left all alone to wallow in his public humiliation.

All around him, tall, good-looking men and women were pointing and laughing.
The flashbulbs of the papparazzi went off repeatedly as they photographed it
all. Bursting into tears, Henry ran away as fast as his short little legs
would carry him.

* * *

"Yo. Are you okay?"

It was a female voice. Trying to wipe the tears out of his eyes, Henry looked
up. She was very beautiful, with shoulder length blonde hair, green eyes,
tanned skin, and a slender but muscular body. She wore a long, elegant green
dress with a slit on one side, the hue of the garment perfectly matching the
color of her eyes. At about 5'6" and 120 pounds, she would have been looking
down at him anyway, but the four-inch stiletto heels on her knee-high black
leather boots boosted her height to a full six inches taller than his.

"Y...yes," he stammered, in awe of her beauty.

The girl shook her head. "It's the premiere of a movie, one of the happiest
and most exciting events, and you're here alone in a dark corner, crying your
eyes out. You don't look okay. So tell me. What's wrong?"

Thinking he heard compassion in her voice, Henry told her about Annabelle and
May and how they had been mean to him and made fun of him in front of the
crowd. He tried to hold back his tears, but recounting the humiliating events
got them flowing again.

"Unfortunately, a lot of pretty girls are like that," she said. "By the way,
I'm Cassie. What's your name?"

"H...Henry." He always seemed to stammer his name when introducing himself to
an attractive woman.

"Nice to meet you, Henry. Look, do you want to go somewhere quiet and just
talk about this? You really look like you need a friend."

Henry perked up immediately. Hang out with a hot chick? Sure, she was making
it clear that they would just be friends, but just being friends with a sexy
female would be a huge step up for him. As much as he hated to admit it, May
and Annabelle had been right about what a loser he was for not even being able
to get into their friendzone. But now, with Cassie, things could be
redeemed...

"Sure. I'd love to," he said eagerly, like a little girl excited about a new
doll.

"Great. I know just the place. Follow me."

* * *

Cassie led Henry to an unmarked, out-of-the-way side door and unlocked it.
They entered a dimly lit hallway, the door clanging shut behind them.

"How did you know about this place?" Henry asked.

"Oh, I had a small part in the movie. I know a lot of secrets and tidbits
about this theatre."

"You were in the movie?! Shouldn't you be out there on the red carpet and..."

Cassie shrugged. "I've done all that before. And I've seen the rough cut of
the movie already." Turning a corner and heading down a narrower hallway, she
unlocked a door at the end of it. "This should be a nice quiet place. Now, did
you want to tell me more about what happened?"

"Actually, I'd rather talk about you," said Henry as the door swung shut
behind them. "It's so cool that you're an actress. What was your part in the
movie?"

"Oh, I played one of the villain's henchwomen. I used my assault rifle to
shoot down several 'good guy' soldiers, then I beat some other guys up before
getting ambushed and killed by the heroine."

Henry's heart suddenly started beating very fast. Girls with guns were another
of his fetishes, and he was beginning to get a hard-on. "So...uh...did you get
to do any practice with real guns?"

"Oh, of course! We went to an outdoor shooting area several times. I was able
to beat all the guys by a pretty wide margin. I have a lot of experience."

"That's so cool," said Henry. "I wish I knew how to shoot."

Cassie could tell he had a fetish. She wanted to tell him off, tell him that
it was only okay for guys to like girls with guns if they were good shooters
themselves, but she had to hold back. Soon, she told herself. Soon, this omega
male would get what he had coming. But for now, she put on her best fake
smile. "Anything else you wanted to ask me?"

"In your fight scenes...any cool moves you did?"

"Oh, yeah. My character killed one of the 'enemies' with a backflip kick, and
I did a whole bunch of standing back handsprings to dodge my opponents'
attacks. That's a big part of the reason I got chosen for that part even
though I'm non-union. I can shoot like an expert and do my own tumbling, no
need for a stunt double."

"Wow. That's amazing." Henry's hard-on was growing larger. "I wish I could
tumble. Is it hard?"

Cassie smiled. "Not for me." She held out her forearm, which was surprisingly
big for a woman of her slender build. "I have decently sized wrists, they
measure about six and a half inches, so I can do back handsprings easily." She
pulled his arm next to hers. "Yours are very thin, I don't think they could
support your weight. You'd hurt yourself if you tried." Cassie's forearm was
clearly thicker, darker, and more heavily muscled than Henry's. Emotions were
racing through his brain - shame at having smaller wrists than a slim girl,
arousal at the muscular development of Cassie's forearms, and hope because she
didn't seem disgusted with his physical weakness like so many other girls
were.

"Yeah, I have arms like a girl," said Henry, trying to make himself sound cool
with self-depreciating humor, but failing because a)it wasn't actually funny
and b)for it to work, it had to be about something that wasn't really
shameful. And being a wussy omega male douchebag with weaker forearms than a
slender woman was indeed shameful.

He took a deep breath. He had already discussed three of his Big Four fetishes
with her, and he decided that he might as well get them all. "So...uh...how
far can you throw?"

Cassie looked at him. "Well, that was random."

"Sorry. I...um...I'm just curious."

"Well, I can throw a football about 45 yards, and I can throw a softball from
moderately deep in the outfield to home plate. I was the starting center
fielder on my softball team when I was younger, so I have a lot of experience
with that stuff. How about you?"

"Oh, I totally throw like a girl. I mean, not like an athletic girl like you,
but like a girly girl." Henry was getting a thrill out of being around a woman
who could do so many stereotypically "masculine" things better than him.
Throwing, shooting, fighting, even tumbling...backflips are a lot easier for
men to learn than women. Every professional male dancer can do back
handsprings, but female dancers who can do them are rather rare.

"So why did you ask me about my throwing?" the blonde inquired.

"Well, um, uh..."

"I think I know the answer." She pointed to the bulge in his crotch. "You have
a fetish for girls who can throw well, don't you."

Henry decided that he couldn't hide it anymore. "Yes," he admitted, hanging
his head in shame.

"Look at me," said Cassie, tilting his head upward and staring into his dull
eyes with her green ones. "It's okay. In fact, it's kind of nice for a guy to
find that attractive instead of being intimidated by it."

"Really?"

Cassie wanted to reply, "No, not really. Not with you. It's only cool if a man
is man enough to throw like a man." But of course she had to keep up the
charade. So instead, she lied, "Yes, really."

"T...thanks. I appreciate that." Henry was finally starting to get a warm,
safe feeling after being embarrassed by Annabelle and May in public. If he
only knew what was in store for him...

"Do you have other fetishes? Do you like girls with guns? Girls who can do
back handsprings? Girls who have thicker forearms than you?"

"Yes, yes, and yes," Henry confessed. He couldn't believe he was blurting all
this out to a woman he had just met.

Cassie gave him her warmest, best fake smile. "It's all right. You know, you
deserve a reward after what those mean girls did to you. I'm going to let you
jerk off to your fetishes for me."

Henry's mouth dropped wide open in shock. After being told off by those hot
chicks, he had just been hoping for some friendliness from a pretty girl, but
to actually be allowed to jack off to her?! This was so much better than what
he had hoped for! Eagerly, he took off his pants and underwear, exposing his
small, shameful cock, which was already hard and at its maximum length of four
inches.

Cassie, using her acting skills, was able to hide the look of disgust she
would have had. She fiddled with something in her pocket, then held out her
toned arms, flexing her biceps and letting her forearm muscles ripple. "Let's
get you going. Think of my wrists and forearms being bigger than yours. Talk
to me."

"Oh, yeah, that's it," moaned Henry as he began to choke his chicken. "Your
wrist being thicker than mine even though you're a girl and I'm supposed to be
a man. My arms are so girly and weak. I get off on that. I am such a schmoe."

"Now think of me on the softball field, showing off my throwing skills,"
Cassie whispered sensually. "Think of me at the shooting range, showing off my
gun skills."

"Fuck yeah, baby, that's so hot," Henry grunted, jerking it harder and harder,
his face turning red. "A girl being able to throw like a man, while I'm such a
failure of a man that I throw like a girl. And a girl being able to shoot like
a man, while I'm a pussy who's afraid of guns. You're so hot. You can do guy
stuff better than most guys, while still being a sexy feminine woman. You've
got the best of both worlds, while I have the worst of both worlds.
Gotta...unh...compensate by getting a sick thrill out of it and whacking off
to it. Unhhhhhh."

"And my gymnastics skills," said Cassie. "This should definitely send you over
the edge." With that, she began doing a series of standing back handsprings in
a circle, elegantly backflipping like a pro-gymnast. Her flick-flacks were
one-armed, alternating hands with each backflip.

"Oh my God, that's the sexiest thing ever," Henry moaned with lust. "You're so
athletic that you can do back handsprings in a long dress and high-heeled
boots. Your wrists are so strong that you can do your back handsprings
one-handed. I love seeing a girl do things I could never do." He closed his
eyes as he neared his climax. "I am such a schmoe. I am such a cuck. I am such
a loser. Oh my God, can't hold it back anymore, gonna cum, gonna
shoot...unhhhhhhhhhhhh!" With that, Henry shot off a massive load of cum,
sending it flying halfway across the room to stain the floor.

Henry opened his eyes. He still had a dumb, goofy, gay-looking grin on his
unattractive face from his orgasm. Looking around, he suddenly realized that
he was alone. "Cassie? Cassie, where did you go?"

A whirring noise made him look up. A TV screen came down from the ceiling. On
the screen, a theatre full of people appeared, and inside the big room, a
movie was playing. Henry realized that this must be the movie premiere.

Suddenly, the action movie that was playing on the big screen in the theatre
changed to a man, naked from the waist down, alone in a room. With horror,
Henry suddenly realized that the man was him! An icy chill ran down his spine
as he saw himself begin spanking his monkey, loudly saying the embarrassing
lines onscreen that he had spoken in this very room.

She had set him up! Cassie must have rigged up a hidden camera and connected
it to the projector for the big screen. He had fallen for her nice girl act
hook, line, and sinker! And now, as he continued to watch, he realized he had
been set up for the biggest humiliation in history.

An entire auditorium of some of the most beautiful, popular, influential
people in the world was watching him masturbate on the big screen, listening
to him say the most disgraceful, humiliating words as he jerked off. The
expressions of the audience, after recovering from their initial shock, turned
to laughter. Loud, shrieking, unending laughter. Good-looking men and
beautiful women, holding their sides, some even rolling on the floor. Mocking
his lines. "I am such a cuck! I am such a schmoe!"

Bursting into tears, Henry jumped up, pulled his clothes on, and ran. He
couldn't watch anymore. His life was ruined. Completely and utterly ruined. He
would never live this ultimate public humiliation down. It would be all over
the news come tomorrow morning. A hundred years from now, people would still
be talking about it.

Crying and crying and crying, he ran. He didn't know where he was going and he
didn't care. He just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

Suddenly, he ran straight into a big fist. Wiping the blood off his lip, he
stared. It was Annabelle! She smirked, flexing her muscles. May and Cassie
appeared behind her.

"You bitches, you set me up..." he cried.

"Congratulations, Einstein," snickered May. "You finally figured it out. Oh my
God, you were the perfect little piece of shit to set up like this. We pwn3d
you so hard."

"WHY?!" he moaned. "What did I ever do to you?"

"You're a LOSER. You're an omega male, and we're alpha females. You're a
pussy-ass faggy cuck with a short cock. And you were staring at us at the
park. Drooling over us. That's reason enough," said Annabelle.

Henry began turning away to leave. "I'd advise coming with us, schmoe," said
Cassie. "Think about it, douchebag. I set up that camera so I wouldn't appear
on the screen at all. After what happened outside the theatre, everyone will
think that you were so angry about being publicly sexually rejected that you
decided to take revenge by masturbating in front of everyone and shoving your
sexuality in everyone's face where they couldn't ignore it."

"Yeah," said May. "You're going to be arrested for that. What do you think
will happen to a scrawny-ass wimp like you in jail? You wouldn't last a minute
before you got buttraped. You'll get buttraped again and again, surely get
AIDS, and die in about ten or eleven years from the complications. The only
way to avoid that is to come with us."

"What are you going to do with me?" Henry asked, trembling in fear.

Annabelle grinned wickedly. "Whatever we want."

* * *

The headlines were beyond sensational. An ugly loser jacking off in front of
an entire theatre of some of the world's most beautiful, popular people? The
coverage dominated the news for weeks, with Henry a wanted fugitive.
Annabelle, Cassie, and May made sure to show him the headlines each day to
remind him of how hated he was by the public.

In a dimly lit basement, Henry, naked, positioned himself on his hands and
knees, his pale, underdeveloped ass pointing vulnerably up into the air.
Annabelle, her tanned, muscular body in sharp contrast to his, smirked as she
donned a strap-on dildo. May, holding a whip, did a few practice swings,
making Henry flinch. And Cassie stood ready with a video camera.

As yet another session began, Henry resigned himself to the fact that he would
be a virgin forever.

THE END