Chapter 18 - Breaking the Bully

It's probably easy to lose sight of this sometimes considering all of the things I tell you about, but while all of this was going on I was still a senior in high school. There was still a few months left in the year at that point, and the time I didn't spend getting fucked and fondled by my teachers or various lovers I was usually busy studying or sitting around in class. Because roughly half of my life at the time revolved around school, I had to deal with all of the usual things that went along with it. Dealing with friends, dealing with enemies, gossip, talking about music, cute boys, the whole slew of nonsense. Usually I was able to keep things separate; the Kim that talked about how hot Danny on the soccer team was had a different life from the Kim that sucked cocks at a glory hole downtown. I didn't often draw on the knowledge I gained as a slut in my day to day high school life, simply because I didn't need to. (That was much more a college thing.)

But I'd be lying if I said I didn't sometimes drift back to lessons that I learned while on my knees sucking cock or eating pussy. And never in all my time at that school was it more necessary than when Dana Vecki transferred over.

"I heard she's almost nineteen." One of my friends mused during lunch, while a small group of us were sitting together at one of the center tables. Each of us was watching while in the distance a tall girl with short, nearly shaved blonde hair was pushing around a younger student. "She's a junior because she was held back twice."

"I heard she pulled a knife on the teacher of her last school." Another one of my friends chimed in, and I quietly quirked a brow at that assumption. It was unlikely - we went to a private school, and that sort of thing wouldn't of been tolerated in a student's past. "And I heard she mugged her principal."

"Christie, don't be so gullible." I finally spoke up, but my voice was slurred and a bit bored as I did so. My chin was resting in my open palm while I continued to stare at the girl across the cafeteria, watching as Dana was busy extorting money from one of the freshmen. "You keep believing everything anybody tells you and you're gonna end up pregnant before you graduate."

"God, Kim, you're so snippy these days." Christie growled back at me, and I had to have a good chuckle. In all fairness to their perspective I probably was snippy, but it was only because their nonsense had been boring me for months. They were lousy company compared to Mr. Poln or Mrs. Stahl; boring and filled with teenage nonsense. I can't say I was past all of the things they took interest in back then, but...well, when you've been blindfolded and gangbanged in a seedy hotel room, it sort of took the wind out of the endless "Who would you rather kiss" discussions. Christie ignored my disinterest as she turned to my other friend, cupping a hand around the edge of her mouth as she whispered in a hushed tone. "You know what else? Becky Pile said she asked her out."

"Dana did? Ewwwwwww~" Another one of my friends chirped up, her tone ringing of that teenaged homophobia I had come to recognize from her. Usually Sandy was pretty progressive, except when she was forced to deal with those naughty gay thoughts in any proximity to her. (Truth be told, all these years later I heard she recently adopted a kid with her new wife, but that's neither here nor there.) At the time she clearly found the idea of Dana gross...and I'll just assume she was masturbating about her that very night. "If Dana asked me out, I'd like...totally vom. That short hair? Those muscles? What kind of girl does she think she is? I bet she doesn't even wear perfume. Just...just smells all sweaty. Just sweaty and you can probably smell it standing next to her."

Yeah, Sandy was definitely masturbating to Dana that night.

"Damn, listen to you three." I finally spoke up, lifting my head from my chin and gazing at the other girls. "New girl comes to school, doesn't have any friends, and all you can do is gossip about her? Sure, she has short hair. Sure, she likes other girls. Sure, she might be a little rough around the edges, but that doesn't mean she's ba-"

"She just punched that freshman in the face. I think I see blood."

"-well goddamn, Christie, I never said the girl was perfect."

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I'm still not really sure why I approached Dana later that day. I wasn't exactly a paragon of school kindness; for most of my years there I was far, far too shy to talk to anybody no matter how new they were. I used to be the sort of girl that would assume that someone there for a single day would have more friends than me, and merely being in my gravitational field would negatively impact them. Those days of poor confidence were long gone, yet I still didn't usually go out of my way to make people feel welcome. So...it might have had a lot to do with the fact that I thought Dana Vecki was hot. Really hot, in a way that I wasn't totally familiar with.

She was tall; damn near six feet with big broad shoulders. She wore her uniform's sleeves up around her elbows and it was clear she had some muscle definition underneath; this bully bitch could throw a punch to backup all of her tough talk. Her hair really was short, about an inch or so long and kept close to her scalp, the very front of which was pulled up into a dull spike to enhance her rough and unfriendly appearance. At our school girls were given the option between a pleated skirt and black dress pants, and Dana obviously opted for the latter. She was one of the first girls I had ever encountered that could've likely passed for a boy if she wanted, and...well...I was intrigued. Considering the fact that she asked out Becky Pile it sounded like she had a thing for redheads, but I was hoping that it wasn't just Irish girls that she was willing to fetishize.

Because hey - walking around like a living fetish doll was exactly what my bespectacled Japanese schoolgirl ass did.

"Excuse me, Dana?" My voice was soft, timid, trying to approach her in a genuine and kind fashion. "It is Dana, right? The new girl?" It was shortly after school that I had approached her; stepping up as all of the other students were getting things from their locker. I did everything in my power that afternoon to play the role of sweet schoolgirl; clutching my books to my chest, nibbling at my bottom lip, gazing at Dana from over the rim of my glasses...flirty techniques I had learned from Mrs. Stahl. "Do you have a minute?"

"What the fuck do you want?" Dana wasn't a girl for first impressions. She lifted her head and glared hard at me; narrow blue eyes that were piercing and harsh. As she slammed her locker door shut and leaned against it I was confronted with just how tall she was, the girl practically towered over me and had a very intimidating presence. Naturally, it only fueled my interest even more. "Can't find your little whore friends to giggle with about me?"

Whoops. Christie and Sandy, about as covert as ever.

"I wasn't giggling." I corrected her simply, and tilted my head as I looked up at her towering presence. "I just wanted to ask if you needed anything. I know coming to a new school must be tough, and seeing how you've already been in trouble, well…"

"Oh, fuck you." Dana snorted, her arms folding across her modest, powerful chest. So far, things were going great! The towering, short-haired blonde was clearly bothered by my presence, and as the hall started to empty with the other students heading to the buses, it left the two of us mostly alone. Good thing I had her in such a good mood! "I don't need you judging me, you little bitch. You're lucky I don't pound those glasses down your throat."

"See, this is just what I'm talking about." My response came quick. I had expected this sort of reaction, and had already prepared nearly everything I was going to say. If I hadn't...well, my nervousness probably would've made those decisions for me. "I'm here to offer my friendship, and you're just lashing out. Maybe we could be friends, and when the next new girl shows up you can sit with us and we can all talk about her toget-"

In the next few seconds, I'll admit I was afraid. Dana rushed at me with surprising speed, shoving her forearm under my throat and pushing me back against the locker. There was a loud thud that would've quieted the hallway if it wasn't already empty, and I gave a sudden groan as my back slammed to the unforgiving embrace of the metal lockers. As she pinned me hard Dana leaned in close, glaring fiercely at me and clearly trying to make herself as scary as possible. It was working for the most part! I was definitely terrified...annnnnd I also pretty wet. Sometimes a girl liked to be tossed around.

"I don't fucking want friends at this shithole, cunt." Dana growled, sneering as she leaned in and pressed her forearm against my throat a little further. "I just want to be left alone and get done with this fucking place. Understand?!" Dana loosened her hold just a little; enough for me to form a response. It was that moment I had been waiting for, a moment when the entire operation was on the line. With my cheeks red and my voice low, I gazed up at Dana with my sultriest expression. With no other students around I could be bold and honest - I could say anything, and even if she didn't like it nobody would ever, ever believe her word over mine. I had complete control...and Dana didn't have any idea of that yet. With a tiny smile creeping over my face I finally spoke up, just as my eyes locked against hers.

"All right then, forget the friends." I murmured, and snuck one of my hands down, right around to the edge of Dana's rear. I let my hand lower, my fingers press forward, and I took a nice, tight grip of her powerful, toned ass. "Honestly? I just want to fuck you. Hard, rough, and nasty."

It was obvious that was the last thing she expected to hear from me. The look in her eyes was priceless - that stunned deer in the headlights look. She had just gotten shot down by Becky Pile earlier that day, and now she was being propositioned by someone that could do things to her pussy that she wouldn't believe. Dana didn't know it yet, but she had the best fuck of her life pinned to the locker.

"Y...wait...you...what?!" She blinked, clearly not sure if she should believe me or not. "The fuck?! What makes you think I'd want to fuck yo-" I cut her off by squeezing her ass again. Dana wasn't in charge anymore, Kim was. And I was going to have my say.

"No no, that isn't what I offered." I chirped up, hard and firm. "You don't fuck me...I fuck you. I'm going to bend you over, make you beg me to fuck that slutty butch pussy of yours." I paused just long enough to let those words sink in. "What's it going to be? You're tough...but are you tough enough to be my whore?"

Dana, eyes wide and still utterly stunned, had a decision to make.

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"Not so tough anymore, are you?" I let the words drip from my mouth, drawing on the lessons I learned from so many good dominants over the past few months. It was a little strange taking the role of the woman on top for a change, but I had to learn sometime! Usually it was Mrs. Stahl that was wearing the strap-on in my girls only encounters, but this time? This time, she was content with merely letting me borrow it. As myself and Dana occupied the northwest storage closet in the school, I finished pulling the straps of the toy to ensure it was a nice, snug fit against me. I was still fully clothed for the most part - skirt and blouse perfectly pressed, glasses and knee high socks at maximum fetishization, but my panties? They found a better place to rest.

"Mmphhf. Mmmnnn." Dana looked good gagged with my panties, and from the blush on her cheeks I could tell she liked it, too. I was forcing her to present herself in slutty fashion; pressing her hands flat to the wall while she bent forward to showcase her ass. Her dress slacks were pulled down and tenting in between her knees, and her surprisingly bland looking cotton panties were yanked right there along with them. What she was presenting now was a wonderfully tight and sculpted rump sitting above an unshaven pussy, and it was that tiny tuft of blonde hair that my fingers scooped under to tease back and forth while Dana continued to squirm. "Grrrrrm~"

"You really should keep yourself trimmed, if you're going to be such a schoolgirl whore." I spoke from experience, and chuckled as I drifted closer and closer into position. The toy was well-lubricated and ready, and my target was wet and desperate to get fucked. "Next time I see this fuckhole, Dana, I expect it to be shaved. Do you understand?"

Dana, a whimper quivering in her throat, merely gave me a rapid nod. I was starting to get more and more into this dominant role of mine, playing on all the lessons I had learned. Mr. Poln liked a mostly quiet slut that did everything she was told, while Mrs. Stahl liked her pets to be vocal and gabby. I was taking a middle approach by keeping Dana gagged yet still engaging her; I wanted to see the quivering heat in her eyes, and I wanted to see her tongue struggle around my panties as she worked to form a response. Soon my hand slithered forward and my fingers worked into her short blonde hair; pulling a tight grip as my knuckles ran over her scalp. That short, butchy haircut made for a close but solid hold, and I pulled her head back as my voice dripped with honeyed desire and dominant joy.

"You like pussy, don't you, Dana?" I asked, and my grip in her hair allowed her to nod without interference. "Tough girl like you...nothing you enjoy more than some wet slice of cunt. Isn't that right?" More nodding, and again I felt a heat rushing through me. Taking the top position was...undeniably fun. I was going to have to do it a lot more often.

"Well, unfortunately there's no pussy for you here today, bitch." I finally spoke up, just as I let my strapon squeeze against her entrance. "You only get this cock." And with that, I gave it to Dana just as I had promised. Fucking forward on the other side of the business end of a strap on wasn't exactly my forte, but I was immediately glad that Mrs. Stahl had made me wear it a few times in the past. Those past experiences with my teacher were a little awkward as I learned how to use it properly and how to thrust so it didn't slip around, but by that point I was a well practiced veteran. Lucky for Dana; she was getting fucked by a girl that knew just how to fill that tiny storage closet with the stench of her dirty squirt. This bully was going to get pounded for sure.

She instantly began to moan; her voice trembling in her throat while I took charge and began to slam my hips forward into her. Her knees quivered and her hands slipped around on the wall, only barely able to hold herself up while a girl nearly a foot shorter than her fucked her from behind. The sound of wet flesh slapping on flesh filled the room around us, and for once it wasn't because some stiff cock was drilling into my pussy. I could experience it all from the other end as I made this bitch whimper and wail into my panties, and I took obscene delight as I made her my bitch for that bit of time we spent together.

"Yeah, big tough bitch sure loves cock, doesn't she?!" I asked in taunting fashion, and despite Dana's desire to shake her head back and forth I made her nod by the grip in her hair. She wasn't allowed to reject that assumption while my toy was drilling her fuckhole; I would make damn sure to keep her honest. "Wonder if Becky Pile knows what a cock hungry slut you are, Dana? Should I tell her?!"

Again, nods. Again, by my own hand. Truth be told I never would've told Becky Pile anything - frankly I always thought she was a stuck up bitch. Dana might have been a mean spirited bully, but...she was at least real. Authentic. And we were having a good bit of authentic fun on the very first day we met. As Dana continued to whimper and drool from the corners of her gagged mouth I couldn't help but push the envelope even further, grinning wide and drawing my lap hard against her body. Each time I shoved that strap on into her tender fuckhole I made sure to accent it with another melody of taunting words, all of them designed to let her know that nobody at that school - not Becky Pile, not any of the cheerleader sluts, not even Mrs. Stahl - nobody could fuck her like the Asian schoolgirl she just met.

"What kind of d--"

Wait, wait, wait. Okay, real talk? I used some language here that generally speaking, I don't approve of unless you've having some hot fun in the bedroom. I've talked a lot in the past about how I'm lucky enough that my adult partners always checked for my consent, and how they treated me with respect. That day in the storage closet I probably should've checked for Dana's consent to use...certain words, but I was caught up in the moment. I got lucky; every time I said something mean Dana only moaned louder, but if we're being totally honest I should've checked first. All right? Just keep that in mind when I mention how things went from there, because it gets pretty intense.

"What kind of dyke are you, this hungry for cock?!" I laughed, and clapped her ass hard with my open palm. The word made Dana quiver with lust, as did the implication of me bewildering her sexuality. "Maybe I should take you out some time, see how many flesh and blood cocks I can get stuffed inside of you!"

Dana wailed; at least as best as she was able to with those panties stuffed deep in her mouth. She began to thrust back into me as pleasure overwhelmed her, and it wasn't long after I began talking in such filthy trails that she hit her first orgasm. It was...deep, violent, rough...all of the things I would've expected from her. She was a big tough girl that had big tough climaxes, climaxes with squirt splashing against the tile floor below and violent shivers of her powerful haunches. I kept a tight grip on her short butch haircut as I continued fucking away; even though her pussy was clearly raw and sensitive. I wasn't giving her a break, not from the strapon in her pussy nor my words nipping at her senses.

"Dyke Dana the cocksucking cumslut...sounds good, doesn't it?!" I asked, and forced her to eagerly nod once more. "I know some guys that would just love to fuck a bitch like you. How many opportunities does someone get to breed a lesbian?!"

The dirtier I talked, the more Dana wailed and the deeper I pushed her into a second and third orgasm, each as violent as the first. My own pleasure was off the charts as well; I was quivering every few moments from similar shockwaves, but I was keeping them in check as best as I was able. I had learned from Mrs. Stahl that a good domme kept her own pleasures at bay to focus on claiming her submissive; screaming orgasms were something to be reserved for special occasions, and Dana hadn't earned that quite yet. So with my beautiful teacher's knowledge firmly in mind I enjoyed my quiet bouts of cumming, savored the feel of my juice dripping down my thighs, and continued to drill Dana's pussy as I kept questioning how easy it would be to bend her sexuality to my will.

"You're only as queer as I say you are, slut! Understand?!" More nods came from Dana's well-controlled head. "Maybe I'll never let you eat another pussy again! Just nothing but cocks for my big, butch dyke pet!"

It went on like that until Dana was literally unable to continue; her knees finally giving out as my big bull of a bitch dropped down. Her hands slapped to the floor below and she fell gasping and struggling to catch her breath; kneeling in a puddle of her own making thanks to her countless squirting orgasms. She spit out my panties into her open hands but I wasn't content to let her rest; and as I stood behind her I pulled my hand into her hair once more, yanked her head back to the point of discomfort, and slapped the well-juiced strapon against her face.

"Suck my cock clean, dyke. Then you can go home." And with that, I eased the toy into her mouth and pushed it forward, facefucking my new pet as she struggled to crane her head backwards. I didn't do it for long; mostly just a few deepthroats until I could see the bulge in her throat. Needed to check; after all, if she really could suck cock just in case I ever gave her a real one. I shuddered in pleasure as I facefucked her in that awkward position for a while longer, and gently cooed into the storage closet's tight quarters while I did so. "Mmm. Now just think what I'll do to you if that pussy isn't shaved next time I see it."

Dana merely whimpered with her throat bulged by that big, thick strap on.

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Minutes later, I waited outside the storage closet while Dana got cleaned up. I had tucked the strap on back into my bookbag and straightened myself out as best I was able - at that point in my slutty school life, I had begun carrying around cleaning wipes that I had let Dana borrow. She needed it worse than I did that evening, she was sweaty and squirt-covered with her face marred in spit. I was merely blushing more than normal and carrying a bit of juice on my thighs. I waited patiently for my new friend to emerge, and when the door opened once more Dana looked no worse for the wear. Maybe a little tired, but...hell, anyone would.

"Hey." She gave me a tiny murmur; a friendlier greeting than when we had first met. She took a few steps and joined me in leaning against the wall, her cheeks still carrying a blush. Absently she bit down on her bottom lip; despite her towering presence she was clearly the shy one now. The shy one that had come to recognize a new girl in charge. "So, uh...that was...uh...is it okay to talk? I mean...can I?"

It was almost adorable how naive she was about the whole thing. Was I ever that cute?

"Dana, that's not how things work. Don't need my permission." With that, I moved a hand out and patted my new friend's shoulder. "I'm the boss when we're having sex. When we're not? Just your friend...if you want me to be."

"Well...fuck, sure, yeah." She chuckled again, reaching up a hand and shyly rubbing the back of her head. Can't help it - that short, butchy hairstyle of hers was just the cutest thing ever on the big brute. "Does that mean we can do that again sometime?" I gave her a slow, small nod, and even leaned forward to press a tiny kiss against her cheek. A small sign of affection; she had earned it.

"I'd like that." I offered simply, and settled back in against the wall. "Just so we're clear, this is a friends with benefits thing. I have...a lot going on. If I learn that I can trust you, maybe you can join in on some of it. But for now?" I reached a finger up to her lips, closing them briefly. "You show me you can keep things quiet, and I'll make sure that pussy of yours stays very, very happy. Deal?"

"...deal." Dana gave me a grin, and let loose with a long, deep breath. "So, uh...that stuff you were talking about? Making me suck on real cocks and stuff. That was just dirty talk, right?"

"We'll see." Came my intensely teasing reply, and I pushed off the lockers and began to walk once more. Already I could hear her following me, eager to know if I was simply teasing her or not. "We'll see...when the time comes."

I could already tell, I was going to massively enjoy having a big, butchy pet. I would've loved to have called people that night to brag that my pet could kick their pet's ass, but...uh, their pet was usually me.

Oh well. There was still plenty of fun to be had now that I was learning how to take charge.

End of Chapter 18.

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