Day in, day out, the tragedy of my life, my torture continues. The torment of my very being, the humiliation and degradation of my dignity continues on from yesterday to today to the morrow and beyond. My manhood, my masculinity, my testosterone are invalidated by that woman: no, “woman” is too noble a title for her. That scoundrel. Bullying me, day in day out; mocking me, day in day out; ridiculing me, day in day out. What have I done to deserve her scorn? They say hell hath no fury like a lover’s
scorn-well, I say love has no fury like a sadistic woman. As far as I can tell,
I have not invited her to act this way. I have not performed any deed to call forth this treatment. No, this seems entirely random, as random as nuclear decay, and nuclear it is: in front of my classmates, in the lounge, everywhere I go, mockery and disdain. I want nothing more than to get my Bachelor’s and move on. No, that isn’t good enough for her. I thought such people were left behind in high school, but apparently my preconceptions were mistaken. How can I be so humiliated by a beast just one year my senior?
Today I conquer my fears. At least, that’s what I told myself. Fancying myself an Alexander, a William, I brushed my teeth in the morning and ate my scrambled eggs. That woman-Miranda-would not triumph over me today! My hopes were ill-placed. When I entered the lecture hall, she immediately turned to me as a starved hyena stalking the lion’s kill. “Paul, early as usual. You must love physical chemistry!” See, nothing too bad. “Wow, let me get a closer look at your outfit. Yes, I knew it! That shirt’s color really brings out the washed, vomitesque tones of your eyes.” The boy standing next to her leaned in for a closer look. “You’re right! Blegh, looking at him is making me start to taste it!” Ouch. Not irrevocable, though. “The yellow in your teeth also matches nicely. Skipped out on the toothbrush for a while in anticipation of today?” Alright, I spent FIVE MINUTES at the sink this morning. What’s wrong with my teeth? I sit down, far away from her usual spot. She
sits next to me. Why did this have to happen…? Her arm goes around my shoulder. Get away! Get away! Physical contact… it’s new to me. Not just from her-from any girl. “Here, my present from me to you. Aren’t I generous?” This feels gross. Disgusting. Bad touch. She leans into my ear and whispers “this is the closest you’ll ever get to a woman. Here, want to feel tits for the first and only time?” She grabs my hand. “No!” I barely whisper. Why did I have to be so bad with women? She slides my palm onto her large breasts. What are they, D? “Double D.” she whispers with glee into my ear. It’s soft. Supple. I’d enjoy this under other circumstances, but not now god damn it. “Oh! Look there, you’re hard! Pervert!” she shrieks, laughing. “Wow,
he got hard from just that?” a girl nearby whispered. Why won’t anyone help me? Finally, she gets off of me, but she doesn’t change seats. This will be a long class.
My torment continues as she pokes and prods me all class. I can barely pay attention. After the professor lays down his chalk, I immediately get up and exit the lecture. Thank god, it’s my only lecture today. Thank god, she just waves goodbye, grinning from ear to ear. I don’t want to take the bus home yet, so I decide to stay on campus. I go to the only place I know to stay safe and secure. The campus library. Specifically, the psychology annex. She’ll never find me there.
I browse the books, running my fingers along the spines. Ugh. The ones in this section are too Freudian. I peruse the titles as if they were my twitter feed-all short little blurbs trying to get my attention. Hm? What’s this odd looking book?
“Hypnosis: The Only Guide You Need”. Ah, what if I could hypnotize her? That’d teach
her a lesson. Maybe it’d finally put her body to good use. I pull out the tome. Well, I’ve got the time. What could I lose?
I read that book cover to cover. In the bus, at home, but never where she could find out. Maybe it’d work. The author seemed confident. I trusted him, for some reason. When I read the book once I read it again and took notes. Cornell style. Thanks, APUSH. I practiced on myself on the mirror, getting the intonation and cadence right. It shouldn’t work on myself, right? Finally, I had the confidence to do it.
After class, I walk up to her. “Oh, you’re approaching me?” “Hey Miranda, can we talk outside?” She nods, confused. I lead her to an isolated place between two buildings. We’re surrounded by pipes and liquid nitrogen tanks. This must be for the chemistry labs. I start talking. In a cool cadence, hypnotically droning on. She folds her arms, sometimes interjecting. I see the light in her eyes fading. Eventually, her arms drop from in front of her breasts, her mouth hangs ajar, her eyes show no more intelligence. “Miranda? Will you obey?” “Yes.” Well, this is going to be the best day of my life. “Why do you torment me?” “I think you’re pathetic. Unmanly. Uncool.” Ouch. She doesn’t mince words, even in this state. I think. “Clap your hands.” Stupidly, she begins clapping. Her eyes look right past me. I laugh. “Is there another reason you bully me?” “It turns me on.” I knew it. A sadist. Quite obvious, actually. “Stop clapping.” Her arms fall to her sides. I smile a cruel, merciless smile. My plan is about to be put into motion.
I look into those dead eyes. “When I clap my hands, you will be fully aware again; however, you will be unable to move. You will answer all my questions with self degradation.” She nods. I clap. “Huh? Sorry, you were too boring, so I zoned out. What were you saying?” “Oh, I was just asking if you were a virgin.” “Of course I am, do you think a sadistic bitch like me could get a man? Huh?” Her eyes went wide in surprise. “How much does it turn you on to bully me, exactly.” “Nothing much, it’s not like my greedy cunt was soaked when I touched you the other day.” Her face went red. “I have to go now, b-bye.” She didn’t move. “Why can’t I move?” “Have you heard
of hypnosis?” “I’m stupid, but not that stupid. Wait, did you hypnotize me?” I smile. I clap my hands again. She goes limp, barely standing. Now, it’s time for fun.
“When I clap my hands, you will become aware; however, you will obey all my orders begrudgingly.” I clap. “Seriously, hypnosis isn’t real stupid!” I laugh. She still can’t move. “Shirt. Off. Let’s see that bra.” “No way! Perv!” she protested as she took off her shirt. Her ample breasts were now visible in her silken bra. “Oh, fancy undergarments today.” “Okay, hypnosis is real. Let’s get to class, okay?” “Bra off.” Her DD tits hung freely from her chest. They were excellent. Large, with the slightest hint of blue veins near the nipples. Miranda was basically crying. Good, let her suffer. “Strip entirely down.” Oh, what a nice pink pussy. Her folds where clearly visible at this distance. They scrunched up and overlapped each other. “Please,” she begged.
Admiring the view, I unzip my jeans. I pull out my cock, which is slightly bigger and thicker than average. “Gross, put that up… please.” “Sit directly in front of me on your knees.” She’s up against my cock. She hates it. I clap. Her mindless eyes stare at my member. “When I clap, you’ll want to suck my cock. Badly. You won’t be able to resist; however, you’ll have your normal feelings about it swimming around in your head.” She nods. I clap. “Please…” she said, staring at my shaft. “What
did you do?” she pleaded, cocking her head to one side. “Why do I…” tears well up
in her eyes. Her lips close around my head. She licks the slit, making me moan. Finally,
the fun starts.
Her head slides back and forth on my cock. She licks the underside and twists her
head around the rod. She really, really wants it. She’s truly crying now. My member
is getting soaked from her saliva. Fuck, it feels amazing. I put my hand on her
head, petting her instinctively. She glares up at me, Her mouth glops all over me.
My balls hit her chin as she deepthroats me. Time for more fun.
“When I clap my hands you’ll love me. You’ll love me with all your heart.” I clap. Her eyes widen. Her mouth begins to smile. She pulls off my cock, staring up at me. “I love you.” She gently kisses my tip. She opens her mouth, pouring saliva onto me, using it to stroke me as one hand fondles my balls. Satisfied, she goes back to sucking me, this time staring up lovingly. Mmm, this is even better than before. I grab the sides of her head. Violently, I begin face fucking her. She’s shocked at first, then she understands and closes her eyes. She’s good fuck meat. In and out. I hear her gagging. She’s crying now, for a different reason.
I pull out of her mouth. “Do you want to be bred?” “Yes. I want your child. Please, I love you.” She falls to her back, spreading herself open for me. I peel off my jeans,
kneeling between her thighs. “When I clap my hands, you’ll be unable to move. Your
mind will go back to normal; however, your sensitivity will be increased.” I clap. “What? Get away from me! Please, I’ll do anything!” She’s crying again.
I slide into her. “Aaaaa!” Apparently she was sensitive already. Shame. I feel her tighten around me, forced to orgasm just from insertion. “How does it feel, being raped by the man you hate?” She’s sobbing too hard to respond. I grab her tits, angrily squeezing them. “Ow ow ow!” Hm, odd. She’s yelling in pain but she just came again. Masochistic slut. I slide in and out. In and out. “Stop stop stop stop stop stop!” she begs. Too late. Should have stopped bullying me, you bitch, you wench, you whore.
I slide in and out of Miranda, grunting as I do. She’s cum at least three times at this point. She’s limp, barely resisting anymore. Time for my final scheme. “When I clap my hands, your mind will be erased along with every stroke. You’ll be replaced by the you that loves me.” “No no no no no no please please” I clap. “Please please”. One stroke. Two strokes. Her eyes are open wide. Her pupils are dilated. “I feel it, please stop!” Three strokes. I speed up. Ten strokes. She’s drooling now. Is her mind gone? Maybe. All I know is I’m going to impregnate her. Twenty strokes. It’s coming. My seed swells inside me. It bursts out, filling her cunt. Her entire body convulses in orgasm. I pull out, leaving her leaking. She looks up at me, smiling. “I love you.”
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