Other Fan Fiction ❯ Stargirl Humiliation ❯ Chapter 2

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

               Lying in her bed, in her pajamas, in the middle of the afternoon on a school day. For Courtney Whitmore, those should have been the ingredients for the perfect Friday, but though she was glad she wasn’t at school, it wasn’t because she was enjoying herself.

               Propped up against half a dozen colorful pillows, she glanced at her phone, which was laid on the sheets beside her. Still no response from her friends. She started to chew on her bottom lip, then winced when she touched the cut there with her tongue. It wasn’t her worst injury, and not even the most painful; her “car accident” cover story was easy to believe.

               Only a few people were privy to the real reason why Courtney hadn’t gone to school today. That reason, and the revelations surrounding it, were why the vivacious young blonde was now all but hiding in her room. She couldn’t face her classmates; one in particular, she couldn’t bear to see.

               Courtney released a weary sigh and glanced down at her bandaged hands. She held them open palms up, wondering if they’d ever hold her staff again.

               Ever since she’d come to Blue Valley and become Stargirl, Courtney had been trying to expose the Injustice Society. She knew they were here, knew they had a plan, but had no idea what their plan was or how they intended to do it. In fact, she didn’t have any solid evidence the society even existed.

               Last night had been a turning point in more ways than one. Searching the school after hours, she’d found a secret door in the principal’s office that led to a labyrinth of secret tunnels. The tunnel system was massive, a network of chambers and passageways that covered a broader area than Blue Valley itself. It explained how the members of the Injustice Society could appear all over town, with no one seeing them coming or going!

               After her discovery, Stargirl had even gone head-to-head with one of its members, codenamed Shiv.

And she had been beaten. With her staff and all her powers, she’d fought the super villainess and been completely trounced. It hadn’t even been a contest. More than any injuries she’d suffered, that was why she was so miserable.

It had been a horrible defeat and every mark, ache, cut, and scrape was a reminder of how poorly she’d fared. She honestly didn’t know why she was still alive; the last thing she remembered was being knocked down, hitting her head, then she’d woken up in the hospital. She had been no match for the villainess, holding her own just enough to take a beating.

               What made matters worse was Shiv’s identity.

               Unlike Courtney, the villainess apparently didn’t wear a mask when she did her super stuff. She didn’t care if her identity was hidden and Courtney had recognized her immediately.

               Cindy Burman.

               Courtney still couldn’t believe it.

She stared wearily at a bandage on her finger, plucking at it in depressed lethargy.

               The day she’d arrived at Blue Valley high, Cindy Burman had been a tyrant and bully of the worst kind. She was the definition of the queen bee; head cheerleader, student council president, able to make anyone at school a pariah with the right rumor or expose. Everyone was afraid of her and when Courtney had shown up on the scene, the new girl, unaware of her reputation and unintimidated, Cindy had done everything she could to ruin her.

               Then at the moment of truth, with all her powers at her disposal, Courtney lost to her bully in soul-crushing fashion. Instead of being the hero—the superhero—who exposed the Injustice Society and avenged her predecessor, she’d been spanked and left helpless on the floor. It left her shaken and more than a little worried.

               Lying there in bed, she realized that on some level she’d thought she was unbeatable as Stargirl. It had seemed to be her destiny, a role she’d taken to like a fish to swimming, and the ease with which she’d been clobbered had shattered that belief. She wondered if finding the staff had been a mistake, that maybe she never deserved it.

               Even worse, at that very moment, Cindy was at school with her friends and she’d heard nothing from them. They knew Cindy was Shiv, and involved with the Injustice Society, and they’d definitely try something, which made her worried for them. If she couldn’t beat the villainess, she suspected they would have even more trouble, and she couldn’t help them. Even if she was there with them, she wasn’t sure she they would fare any better.

               Courtney glanced at her phone then touched the screen to wake it up.

               No voicemails. No texts.

               “Courtney? Are you awake?”

               It was her mom’s voice, from downstairs.

               “Yes, mom!” she called back.

               “Okay, sweetie!” her mom’s voice returned, “I’m leaving for work, but one of your friends from school is here!”

               Courtney perked up at that.

               “Are you up to having a visitor?” her mom continued, “Are you about to take a nap?”

               There was a pause.

               Courtney swallowed. Normally she would have been excited to have a friend over, but now she was tired and not overly enthused about seeing anyone. She still hurt all over, was embarrassed, and really just wanted to be alone so she could lick the wounds to self-confidence.

               But though she didn’t really want to talk, her need to know what was going on won over her desire for solitude.

               “No, I’m awake,” she called back, “I can talk…”

               “Okay, then!” Courtney’s mom called, “If you’re sure! I’m going to go; you girls have fun! Don’t destroy anything, okay?”

               “Okay…”

               The front door closed, indicating her mom had left for work. A moment later, footsteps began tromping up the stairs.

               News was inbound.

               Courtney started to climb out of bed but hissed when a stabbing pain in her ribs punished her for the attempt. Wincing, she settled back under the covers.

               This must be why her friends hadn’t contacted her via text; they were coming to her. It was smarter, now that she thought about it. The Injustice Society definitely had the ability to hack phones and if bad guys were listening, Court and her friends would have just given themselves away. Better to come over and tell her face to face.

               Rather than trying to get out of bed, she settled for propping herself up on pillows, sitting upright. Everything still hurt and she simply didn’t have the heart to stand there and chat with her friend. Plus, she was only in her pajamas. She wasn’t a prude, but her confidence was at an all-time low; it would be less awkward if she stayed under the covers.

               The footsteps were coming down the hallway.

               Courtney shifted herself beneath the blankets, pushing the pillows up a little higher. She couldn’t seem to find a comfortable position. Eventually she sighed and gave it up, resting her hands in her lap.

               She really hoped the conversation wouldn’t linger on what had happened yesterday. She’d been the most experienced and enthusiastic of the new JSA, the one who said the rest could be superheroes just like her, that they could beat the bad guys. The thought of telling them that she’d gotten her ass kicked, badly, in a fair fight made her cringe. And by Cindy of all people.

               Courtney worried about that as she lay in bed, fretting with her comforter. What would Rick say if he knew? What about Yolanda? She doubted they would laugh at her, but would they pity her? Would they give up?

               Yet as she considered how her friend might react, something nagged at her.

               Her mom had said ‘a friend from school’ was here to see her. That didn’t make sense. Her mom knew Yolanda, so why would she say ‘a friend’ instead of calling Yolanda by name? It would be like her referring to Pat as a “a stepfather”.

               Courtney chewed on a bruised lip, careful not to tongue the part that was still raw.

               It couldn’t be Yolanda. It couldn’t be Beth either as her mom knew her too. Those were all her friends from school; thanks to Cindy, no one else would dare say hello to her, much less be seen as her friend.

               So, then which “friend” was striding down the hallway towards her room?

               The door opened. A hand came in first, holding out get-well balloons, followed by a pretty face wearing a sly grin.

               “Hi, new girl.” her visitor purred.

               Courtney stiffened, sucking in a hissed breath. Transfixed, she stared with big blue eyes, mouth ajar.

               Stepping through the doorway was a southeast Asian girl with a prominent silver streak in her dark hair. She was bundled with get-well presents, including balloons, a shopping bag, and a box of chocolates, but her superior posture and lack of any warmth made them into props. Dressed in a smart green v-neck, a sweater draped over her shoulders, she was a rich girl slumming it, dressing casual to fit in with the commoners. A queen, beautiful, powerful, and amused by the little people that scurried around in her world.

               It was Cindy Burman.

               Courtney held her breath. Fear gripped her, coming close to panic.

               What was Cindy doing here?! Why was she here?!

               Did she… know?

               Blue Valley’s queen bee smiled with excruciating sweetness, showing her cute dimples in a well-practiced display of magnanimity. Like the girl herself, it was perfect but fake, never touching her eyes, which glittered at the startled blonde with all the empathy of a praying mantis.

               “I heard you had a car accident yesterday,” she said lightly, “So, I decided to see how you’re doing. See how bad it was. You know. And check that you’re okay.”

               Cindy narrowed her eyes slightly.

               “Must have been pretty bad.”

               Heart pounding, Courtney gaped dumbly in the doorway, scrambling to come up with a response.

               “U-uhh…” she stammered, “Yeah…”

               “Here!” Cindy thrust the balloons at her, “These are for you! Is this your room?”

               “Uh…”

               Clumsy with surprise, Courtney fumbled the balloons and they floated up to the ceiling. She watched the bouquet thump into the ceiling, next to her ceiling fan, and next thing she knew, Cindy was taking a stroll through her room, eyeing the decorations.

               “Hmm!” the secret super villainess grunted with surprise, “It’s cute, actually!”

               Courtney could only watch, still unable to come up with a response. Though as the shock faded, unease fluttered in the base of her stomach.

               Her room was her private sanctuary. It was where she kept keepsakes from childhood, stuffed animals she still cuddled with, pictures of her friends, along with all her gymnastics trophies. It was where she was most safe, but also the most vulnerable, where she slept and did anything she didn’t want anyone to see.

               Now her worst enemy was perusing like it was a shop at the mall. Seeing Cindy’s sharp eyes noting details and grinning to herself made it feel like the girl was inspecting her life and flipping through her secrets like a book. And barefoot, in a baggy t shirt and pajama pants, her curly locks a stringy mess from lying in bed all day, she felt even more exposed.

               “It’s very bargain store chic,” Cindy admitted, eyeing a picture of a younger Courtney at a gymnastics meet, “It’s kind of impressive what you were able to do with… well, what you had to work with. And this picture! You look just adorable in spandex…”

               Courtney found a blush coming to her cheeks and she winced with discomfort.

               She glanced towards the door. Her staff and belt were downstairs, in the basement. She really wished she’d kept them in her room.

               “Thanks…” she said warily, “And, uh, thanks for stopping by.”

               Cindy turned to her with another charming, empty smile.

               “Oh, it’s nothing,” she crooned, “Honestly, I felt a little bit guilty about all this. It’s my fault, after all.”

               Courtney stiffened, having the sudden urge to run. Knowing that would give her away if she hadn’t already, she forced herself to stay where she was, trying to keep her expression neutral.

               “Y-your fault?” she swallowed, “Why is it your fault?”

               At the question, Cindy rolled her eyes and sighed. She looked away, seemingly embarrassed, then collected herself.

               “Ever since you came here, I’ve been…” she shrugged, “Well, a little standoffish to you. You know?”

               Courtney stared at her.

               A little standoffish?

               Cindy strode towards her, sighing again.

               “I guess, maybe I saw you as a threat,” Cindy admitted, “I didn’t even give you a chance. Instead of taking you under my wing, I made you run off, make the wrong friends, and get mixed up in things you shouldn’t have.”

               She stopped beside Courtney’s bed.

               Courtney winced, drawing back slightly. Lying on her back, tucked up under her covers, she was vulnerable. Even if Cindy hadn’t been a super villainess, but merely a bully, she’d have felt exposed.

               “So, I’m here to make amends and start over,” Cindy placed the presents on the mattress, “Designer chocolates from Switzerland and a little something I think would look great on you. An olive branch. From now on, you are going to be my number one bff!”

               Courtney felt her nose wrinkle incredulously as she looked at the chocolate box and designer shopping bag.

               “Uh,” she blinked several times, “What?”

               Like she thought Courtney was being annoyingly slow, Cindy sighed and rolled her eyes again.

               “Best friends forever, Courtney,” she huffed, “Duh?”

               Courtney stared at her, brow pinching upwards in confusion that verged on distress.

Was Cindy being serious?! Was she actually trying to be nice and this is the best she could do? Or was this some elaborate taunt?

               “After your accident, I was sitting there thinking,” Cindy continued, “We’re not that different. If things were reversed, I might have been in your shoes. Oh, don’t look at me that way, you know what I mean! Just… on the outskirts of the social world, let’s say. With the burnouts and pariahs.”

               The more the young villainess talked, the more worried Courtney became. Knowing who and what Cindy actually was, she knew there was some kind of trick being played here, but didn’t understand it at all. Was this Cindy Burman, the queen bitch of Blue Valley high, trying to trick Courtney Whitmore somehow? Or was this Shiv, trying to smoke out Stargirl?

               At the same time as she tried to unravel that conundrum, the aspersions being cast at her friends made her swallow. She didn’t like how Cindy was talking about them and she felt like she should say something back, but was too worried and nervous to speak up. It felt like a betrayal, and worse, that she was a coward.

               Squirming, she lowered her eyes, looking at her hands. They continued worrying at her comforter.

               Seeing her discomfort, Cindy drew closer. Beside the bed, sidelong with Courtney, she carefully laid her hand on the girl’s shoulder.

               “I’m not saying that to be mean, you know,” the queen bee said, “It’s just the facts. Everybody at school knows it. You’re too good for them.”

               Her heart fluttering uncomfortably, Courtney glanced at the hand on her shoulder. Yesterday she would have yanked away, then told the other girl to keep her hands to herself, but now she didn’t have the heart. She knew what Cindy could do when she was angry and knew how little she could do to stop her, even with her cosmic staff.

               Instead of drawing away, she just lowered her head and stayed very still, staring more intently at her comforter.

               “You should be with the cool kids,” Cindy continued, “You’re an athlete, cute… a little mouthy, but we can work on that.”

               Courtney looked at the hand on her shoulder. It began to stroke gently with the thumb, as if soothing her.

               She wasn’t sure what to say. She didn’t agree, didn’t like Cindy talking about her or her friends like that, but didn’t want to directly disagree with her. Too tired and vulnerable for even a verbal altercation, she merely wanted the queen bee to leave her alone.

               But before Courtney could answer, Cindy moved the hand from her shoulder to brush the curls of blonde hair hiding her face.

               “Aren’t we shy today,” she smirked.

               She stroked back another strand of blonde hair, brushing it from Courtney’s cheek.

               “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this… reserved,” Cindy almost laughed.

               At being petted, Courtney finally shrunk back.

               “S-sorry…” she said without looking up, “I… I’m just…”

               “No, it’s better,” Cindy said before she could finish, “Much better.”

               She took Courtney’s chin and tilted it up, just as she leaned down. Almost nose to nose, she stared with a smug, triumphant smirk, right into the young heroine’s eyes.

               “You should get into ‘car accidents’ more often, Courtney,” she beamed, “I’m seeing a massive improvement in your attitude!”

               Courtney blinked up at the other girl for a moment, a bit surprised by her seeming affection. Nothing about Cindy had ever been anything but cold and nasty; even being teased by her was something new.

               However, her brow began to crinkle as the taunt behind the gentle touch sank in.

               Both confused and annoyed, she pushed Cindy’s hand away.

               “Yeah, okay…” she grumbled slightly, “Look, I’m glad you came to see me, I’m just… really tired.”

               Cindy tilted her head, as if curious why Courtney had brought that up. Then she smiled.

               “Oh, don’t worry, I don’t mind,” she waved away the other girl’s concerns.

               Turning away, she gave the bedroom door a sassy shove. It swung closed, clicking shut.

               “Don’t feel like you need to say anything,” Cindy put her hands on her hips, “At all.”

               Courtney blinked at her, concern lowering her brow.

               “No, I mean…” she said slowly, “I… I don’t think I’d be very good company…”

               In response, Cindy shook her head. Her grin spread, becoming cloying.

               “Oh, sweetie,” she cooed, “Let’s just let me be the judge of that, okay?”

               With that patronizing remark, and a quick tap to the tip of her nose, the queen bee sat down on the edge of the bed, kicked off her shoes, then swiveled around to stretch out her legs. While Courtney’s eyebrows rose in astonishment, she then wiggled herself to the side, finding a comfortable place next to her new best friend.

               Courtney had little choice but to scooch over to make room. She winced at the effort, hissing in pain.

               “Ow…” she yelped, managing a glare at the other girl, “What… are you doing?!”

               “I’m baking a cake,” Cindy drawled, “What does it look like I’m doing?”

               After a bit more scooching, the girls settled, Courtney a comfortable distance away, while Cindy turned herself over onto her side.

Resting her head in her palm and propped up on an elbow, the villainess’ hip rounded up from the mattress, a panther-like pose of sensuous relaxation.

               “We have…” she lowered her lashes slightly, “So much to talk about…”

               Courtney was left entirely on the backfoot by the other girl’s forwardness. She tried to offer a stony look, but it quivered, her big blue eyes betraying her.

               Climbing onto her bed like this was beyond weird and inappropriate. She wanted to tell Cindy to get off her bed and get out of her room, but she couldn’t get the words to come out. In fact, she found herself shrinking under the other girl’s stare, forced into meekness. Though she knew that Blue Valley high’s head cheerleader was mean and cruel, she’d never been intimidated.

               But that was before Cindy had beaten her down. Now she found her eyes lowering before the other girl’s knowing gaze, her resolve and spine crumbling, not only afraid of what Cindy could do to her, but what she knew.

               Rather than telling the other girl off, Courtney pulled the sheets up a bit higher, as if they could shield her somehow.

               “T-talk…” She mumbled, “about w-what?”

               By the way Cindy narrowed her eyes and smiled, Courtney knew the other girl noted the reaction. She was a natural predator and had a keen sense of weakness.

               She shifted on her hip and shoulder, inching closer.

               “Well,” she sounded coy, “What I’m going to do with you seems important…”

               Courtney looked up at that, her brow furrowing. Was it Cindy talking to her now… or Shiv?

               “Do with me…?” she squeaked.

               Still wearing a cool grin, Cindy reached out to pluck at a curly strand of blonde hair. She ran it slowly through her fingers, playfully pondering.

               “Mm hmm,” the villainess confirmed, “I’ll definitely need to make some changes. Clothes, hair, hobbies… I think you’d be adorable as a little bubblehead type… pigtails, short shorts… something to show off that booty of yours…”

               Courtney stayed very still, her trepidation growing at the other girl’s manner.

               This wasn’t like a bully coming to gloat. Fear continued to nag at her…

               “I… I don’t…” tongue tied, Courtney swallowed and tried again, “What are you t-talking about?”

               Cindy didn’t respond to that, not verbally. Instead, she stared very deliberately into Courtney’s eyes. Though her amused grin never wavered, her gaze was hard and unblinking, boring into the injured heroine’s with an air of cold menace.

               Courtney couldn’t stand it. She squirmed, then looked down, too intimidated to hold the stare.

               “Hm,” Cindy grunted with satisfaction.

               Without further explanation, the villainess scooched closer. Much closer.

               “If you don’t have any not-stupid questions, new girl,” she cooed, “You should probably just keep your little mouth closed.”

               She stopped just beside the frightened blonde, pressing her breast into Courtney’s shoulder.

               “You really don’t need to know much about my plans,” Cindy told her, “You’re going to do what I want…”

               She leaned down, her lips to the heroine’s ear.

               “And…” she breathed, “I think you know why…”

               A shudder coursed through Courtney’s body. Closing her eyes and lowering her chin, she drew her knees to her chest, all but curling into a ball.

               Her worst fears were slowly coming to life. But there was nowhere she could hide from them or run from them. She could only cling to the rapidly shrinking sliver of hope that it wasn’t the worst possible scenario.

               Cindy giggled softly to herself, pleased at the reaction.

               “Oh, yes,” she crooned, stretching her arm across Courtney’s shoulders, “There will always be that teensy, itsy bitty little thing I know…”

               Clasping Courtney’s opposite shoulder, she hugged the girl to her chest, like a good friend comforting the other.

               Courtney squirmed but didn’t try to pull away. She kept her eyes fixed on her knees, worrying at her bottom lip.

               “But… we don’t have to talk about that little thing…” Cindy cooed.

               She squeezed Courtney’s arm, stroking with her thumb.

               “Actually, let’s not mention it at all,” she sighed, “It’s crass and not very entertaining. Plus, it’s not even the real reason…”

               Although still cringing at the touch, a fearful curiosity compelled Courtney to wonder what Cindy meant. The real reason…

               Slowly, she turned, just enough to see Cindy’s face. Her head was still tucked, bottom lip sucked in, while big blue eyes looked up from beneath a worried brow. A little ball of fear, cornered and powerless, she trembled as she awaited the inevitable strike, unable to look away.

               Cindy’s grin broadened at first, showing teeth, her eyes lidded with satisfaction. A pleased laugh bubbled in her throat.

               But then the villainess’s smile faded. She leaned close, eye to eye, and took Courtney’s chin in a firm hand. A dark gaze bored in, expression hard, flat except for the angular arch of an eyebrow. There was no playfulness or teasing, only the cold, dominating will behind it.

               “The real reason…”

               Cindy’s lip curled with disdain, eyes fierce and uncompromising.

               “Is I own you,” she growled.

               Courtney winced at the words, nearly flinching like she was struck. She tried to look away, but Cindy’s grip on her chin tightened.

               “I. Own. You. I’m stronger than you. Smarter than you. Better than you. MORE than you. I always was. And I always will be.”

               Each word made Courtney seem to shrink. Looking up at her triumphant rival, her gaze was round and sad, her bottom lip still sucked in and being chewed on. Too frightened of the other girl to respond, she simply absorbed everything Cindy said, being taught a stern lesson.

               All the evidence beat her down. Looking into that dark, dominating stare, she saw no other option but the most obvious.

               Cindy… was right. She’d been right from the very beginning.

               “That is the reason,” the villainess continued, “That you are going to submit to me. Right now.”

               Submit.

               The word made Courtney’s eyebrows slowly rise towards scalp.

               For several seconds, she blinked and stared, utterly dumbfounded. She knew what the word meant but had never heard it directed at her in this way. It was so far beyond her expectations, she didn’t know how to handle it.

               “S-sub…mit?” Courtney gulped, “I… I-I don’t know… wh-what you… what d-do you…?”

               The trembling in the heroine’s voice made Cindy’s lips spread into a wide grin.

               “Oh, I mean exactly what you think I do,” she crooned, “Surrender. To me. Completely. Permanently. Forever.”

               Still dumbstruck, Courtney could only stare, transfixed, her mind a shocked blank.

               Still grinning, Cindy released the girl’s jaw. Her hand snuck down and took the top of the sheets, which Courtney had almost pulled to her chin. Slowly, she drew the covers down, slipping them from the blonde’s slack fingers.

               “You are mine now,” she said sweetly, dragging the sheets down, “You belong to me. You are the property of Cindy Burman.”

               Mouth ajar, Courtney’s eyes slowly lowered, seeing the thin layer of protection being drawn down to her hips. Her breasts were heaving quickly beneath her snug t-shirt, the garment stretched across two swollen shapes.

               “Slave isn’t the word I’d choose,” Cindy examined the logo printed on the girl’s shirt, “But… it’s pretty close. You do what I say. What’s yours is mine. I own your ass.”

               She plucked at Courtney’s shirt, straightening out the logo and smoothing out any wrinkles. It was a doting gesture, possessive but affectionate.

               However, when she looked up at the blonde again, her grin faded. The moment of playfulness had passed.

               “I don’t like repeating myself,” she said, “And I don’t like stupid questions. You’re going to learn that the easy way or the hard way.”

               She glared, her pretty features a hardened mask. She learned closer and Courtney shrank back, cowering.

               “So, before you start whimpering,” she growled, “Asking me what I mean, playing dumb and incredulous? You had better think really… really… hard about whether you don’t understand exactly what I’m telling you.”

               Courtney looked down, unable to meet the glare. Her heart was pounding, panic making her want to curl up and hide or run.

               But there was nowhere to hide or run. Even if she could escape, Cindy would find her. She was trapped.

               The villainess held that hard look, letting the silence linger, leaving no doubt as to how serious she was. When she spoke again, her voice was soft as silk.

               “Now,” she cooed, “I’ll make this very simple for you. All I need is a yes or a no. You can even just nod your little head.”

               She paused to stroke Courtney’s cheek. The backs of her knuckles smoothed over the soft curve of the girl’s cheekbone.

               “Do you, Courtney Whitmore,” she said, “Surrender to me, Cindy Burman, unconditionally?”

               Courtney stayed very still. Head lowered, eyes on her chest, she could almost pretend like this wasn’t happening. If she didn’t look up, Cindy wasn’t there. She was alone in her room, a bit bruised after a hard fall at gymnastics, and was resting up.

               Cindy only let that little fantasy exist for a pair of seconds before she shattered it.

               “Do you?”

               Her voice was only slightly lower than before, but behind it was an unspoken threat that was as cold and real as a gust of icy wind. She had no intention of waiting around.

               Courtney cringed, balling her fists up tight. There was an instant of struggle that quickly collapsed.

               She wanted to be brave, to be a hero, but she was too scared. With Cindy beside her, looming and watching, she was too intimidated to resist. She couldn’t not do what the other girl wanted, and she knew she was out of time.

               Courtney closed her eyes tight, bracing herself. Then she nodded hurriedly, a rapid bob of the head. She only hoped she’d done it quickly enough to avoid the other girl’s wrath.

               The little gesture made Cindy’s grin spread wide.

               She’d done it. Part of her had thought maybe Courtney would try to fight back. As much as she disparaged the blonde, she was the closest thing to a rival Cindy had ever had and she’d considered the possibility that the girl might do more than simply give up.

               But now that rivalry was over. And victory was sweet.

               A pleased giggle rumbled in her throat, almost a purr, and her hand smoothed over Courtney’s stomach.

               “Mmm, I thought so,” she cooed.

               Her palm roamed slowly over the heroine’s stomach, gently feeling.

               Courtney’s stomach flexed on instinct, thinking the other girl was going to hurt her. When she realized it was a gentle, soothing motion, she relaxed, but slowly. She released a small, shuddering breath.

               “And you admit I’m better than you too, don’t you?” Cindy continued, “You want to just… throw yourself upon my mercy…”

               The second time it was easier.

Courtney released another sigh, her shoulders slumping. She’d already given in, her pride as low as it could be.

Slowly, sad more than frightened, she nodded again.

“That’s right,” Cindy crooned, “You do.”

               Her hand slipped just a bit higher, feeling beneath the softer shapes on the chest.

               Courtney bit her lip, doing nothing to stop her. Any will to resist was entirely smothered by the sheer force of the other girl’s presence. She merely bowed her head a bit lower, painfully aware of the fact that was wasn’t wearing a bra.

               Cindy was aware of that fact too. When the heroine made not protest, she went the rest of the way and clasped one of the breasts, taking possession.

               Courtney’s only reaction was a slight cringe, closing her eyes. But it was only a slight reaction and quickly passed. She was slowly sinking into resignation.

               “Hm, hm, hm…” the villainess laughed gently, “Not so tough any more…”

               She played with the shape, kneading it, finding different angles to pinch and tease. Knowing the girl wouldn’t stop her made it even more fun.

               “Well,” Cindy lifted her head to smirk down at the submissive blonde, “I accept your surrender, Courtney. You are going to be under my wing from now on.”

               Courtney nodded slowly, in sad acceptance.

               “Oh, it’s not going to be that bad!” Cindy rolled her eyes, “In fact, it could be MUCH worse. You have no idea.”

               She paused for a moment, considering something.

               “In fact,” she narrowed her eyes, “You should be thanking me…”

               Another, more hostility-laden pause followed.

               Cindy’s smile faded.

               “I’m not joking, Courtney,” her voice was icy, “You should thank me.”

               Hearing the threat in the other girl’s tone, Courtney’s blue eyes rose to look at her. The thought of thanking Cindy hurt, but the pain was somewhere in the back of her mind, while her fright of the villainess was looming at the forefront. She couldn’t not obey.

               Her jaw and throat tight from shame, having not spoken for a while, it took a moment for the words to come out. When they did, they trembled, her voice a hoarse squeak.

               “Th… th-thank you…” she whispered.

               Cindy stared at her, expression flat.

               Seeing the other girl wasn’t appeased, Courtney gulped and tried again.

               “Thank y-you…” she said a bit louder, “Cindy…”

               Cindy stared for another moment, seemingly still not satisfied.

               But then she grinned. Her eyes were narrowed but gleaming with pleasure.

               “That’s better,” she said, “I can be a heinous bitch, Courtney, but if you do exactly what I tell you, it won’t be that hard for you to stay on my good side. I take good care of the things that belong to me.”

               With that, she leaned in and pressed a kiss to Courtney’s cheek.

The lips were smooth and felt cool against the blonde’s flushed skin. The press lingered, affectionate.

Maybe it was sheer weariness and being starved for kind attention, but the kiss almost felt… nice.

Courtney closed her eyes for a moment, the barest hint of a flinch, then slowly relaxed. Cindy had done other things to her that made her squirm and want the villainess to stop, but this wasn’t one of them. Part of her hoped it would keep being this warm and gentle, instead of scaring her, hurting her…

After a few seconds, Cindy drew back and looked into Courtney’s uncertain eyes. Once more, it was as if she could see exactly what was going on behind them. She smiled, knowing she had her former rival just where she wanted her, that the spunky, idealistic blonde was now in the palm of her hand.

“Mmm, okay,” the villainess said, “Now. Time to get out of bed.”

               With no further preamble, Cindy sat up and drew back. She disengaged, slipping her arm from behind Courtney’s shoulders and turning to throw her legs over the side of the bed. Suddenly in a hurry, she hopped to the floor, straightening her sweater and smoothing down her skirt.

               Slightly astonished, Courtney blinked round eyes up at the other girl.

               “Come on,” Cindy called turning to face her, “Out of the bed, new girl.”

               She snapped her fingers, then pointed at the floor in front of her.

               “Now.”

               Courtney flinched at the snap, lowering her eyes from the other girl’s gaze. With no further hesitation, she obeyed.

               Sitting the rest of the way up hurt, but she winced and did it anyway. Rather than pushing the covers away, she scooched sideways towards the edge of the bed, following the path Cindy had laid. It took several ginger, awkward scooches before she reached the end.

               She swung her legs over the side, but when she tried to drop to the floor, one knee buckled, and she hissed in pain. For an uncomfortable moment, she was crumpled nearly to her knees, holding onto the bed for support.

               Hands on her hips, Cindy watched, making no move to help.

               Flushing, embarrassed at how weak she was, Courtney had to struggle to get up. Leaning on the bed, she slowly straightened her legs, rising to her feet. She groaned, cringing in pain, and stumbled, catching herself against the nightstand.

               Cindy stared at her with a bland smile, still waiting.

               “Right here,” she pointed again at the floor.

               Courtney looked up at her, cute features scrunched in discomfort, but she moved where she was told. Bruised, aching, and utterly demoralized, she trudged to the spot the other girl had indicated. After a few miserable seconds, she stopped and stood where she was told, her head bowed in submission.

               For the blonde girl’s effort, Cindy merely nodded. She said nothing, lifting her chin and staring down at her former rival with a smug smirk.

               Shoulders slumped Courtney stayed where she’d been told with a discomforting amount of effort. Standing up after having lying still for so long made her feel immensely tired, even dizzy, and she swayed where she stood, wanting to lie down on the floor.

               The thought of doing so in front of Cindy gave her a twinge of fear. Instead, she swallowed and kept her eyes down, unsure what the other girl was doing, but too afraid to ask.

               Meanwhile, Cindy pursed her lips and scrutinized her new “friend”, looking the girl up and down. She looked like a wealthy art patron, examining a new purchase, considering where to put it.

               For several seconds, she silently assessed, ignoring Courtney’s obvious discomfort. She was enjoying herself and wouldn’t be rushed. This mouthy little blonde was going to be waiting on HER from now on.

               Not to mention, she was waiting to see what Courtney would do.

               Courtney shrugged her shoulders up, reflexively bracing herself. Her nervousness grew as she began to suspect Cindy was testing her, trying to find some excuse to punish her. Swallowing, she stayed as she still as she could, praying she wasn’t doing anything wrong.

               Cindy tilted her head, staring with feline amusement. Watching Courtney’s expression, she slowly circled, moving towards the blonde’s shoulder.

               Courtney bit her lip, flicking worried glances at the other girl as she sidled into the corner of her vision. She was afraid to move, but Cindy being so close to her, where she couldn’t see her, made her feel like she was standing on tacks. She shifted on her feet, her shoulders bunching up defensively, brow furrowing in distress.

               All but tasting the girl’s vulnerability, Cindy drew closer, invading deep into Courtney’s personal space. She pressed her chest to the girl’s shoulder, then slowly leaned in, staring deliberately, trying to catch Courtney’s eye.

               Courtney shivered, shrugged her shoulders higher, and shrank, but didn’t move away. She turned her face towards her opposite shoulder, averting her eyes towards the floor.

               Cindy lingered right there, her nose nearly touching Courtney’s cheek. Although they were roughly the same height, she loomed, making the blonde crumble with her presence alone. If she wanted, she knew she could stare the poor girl down until she was a quivering heap on the floor.

               Cindy’s smile broadened.

                This little heroine was utterly cowed.

               “Mmmm,” Cindy purred, her eyes narrowing, “There’s a good little blonde baby girl.”

               Reaching up, she gathered a curtain of wavy blonde hair, and guided it back over Courtney’s shoulder.

               “You just stay quiet and… submissive,” she cooed, “And we’ll get along just fine.”

               Taking a handful of blonde locks, she held firmly, and snuck underneath the girl’s jaw, to press a kiss to her neck.

               Courtney shivered, but then let out a soft sigh, the tension fading. Cindy was happy, which made her fear fade. Just like the queen bee had said, all she had to do was do what she was told and submit, then everything would be just fine. She knew she could do that. It would be easy.

               But at the same time there was sadness in her sigh. No pain or anger at being deprecated, but a pang of loss.

               The rest of the tension melted away, her shoulders sinking down, fists uncurling. Hanging her head, she stared wearily at her bare toes. There was no resistance or even self-preservation. She let Cindy do whatever she wanted with her.

               Immensely pleased, Cindy giggled and pressed another kiss to the girl’s neck, then another, then another to her cheek. Smeck, smeck, smeck.

               Courtney Whitmore belonged to her now.

               “Oh, Courtney,” Cindy giggled again, “Sad, helpless little Courtney… what ever am I going to do with you?”

               With the test completed, Cindy drew back and then continued circling her humbled opponent. Now certain she had triumphed, she inspected Courtney with a more affectionate eye, enjoying the sight of the girl’s body. Her eyes dragged up and down, lingering on the curves and swells that pressed out beneath the thin cotton pajamas.

               With a body like Courtney’s, she didn’t need to wear tight clothes to display her figure. Her t-shirt was snug, tight across her chest, but not so tight it was immodest. Her pajama pants were even baggier, billowing at the knees and ankles. Yet her perky chest pressed out, the shape of her shoulders and even the curve of her back showing clearly through the small top. Her thighs likewise had much less room in the trousers and her butt simply rounded out too far behind her to not make the seat take on its peach shape.

               Not a very big girl, she was like a miniature version of an undulating dancer in a rap video. It made her round, baby-doll features, big blue eyes, and girl-next-door way of dressing all the more endearing. She was cute and innocent.

               Cindy decided she was going to change some of that.

               “Hmmm…” the villainess mused, continuing her slow orbit, “There’s so much to work with…”

               Stopping at Courtney’s opposite shoulder, she grinned crookedly, tapping her finger on her lips. Then leaning back, craning her neck, she cast her eyes down to stare at the girl’s butt.

               “Mm hmm,” Cindy nodded, “Lots to work with.”

               Laying her palm flat on the nearer globe, she slowly curled her fingers in, squeezing the firm shape beneath the cotton. Dense, the shape was somewhat resistant to Cindy’s grasp, reluctant to be molded by the girl’s fingers. But though tight, it was still soft enough to give when her grip sank in.

               Courtney winced, reflexively tensing. She wasn’t used to anyone handling her butt, especially not Cindy Burman. The way she was squeezing, it was like she was trying to pry it off and take it home.

               But quickly, the browbeaten heroine relaxed once more.

               She didn’t have any say in what Cindy did. Though she pouted, continuing to gnaw on her bottom lip, she let the queen bee take what she wanted. Her arms hung at her sides, the fingers loose, not even tempted to defend herself.

               Enjoying herself, Cindy squeezed that half of the beaten girl’s butt for another second, then reached over to test the other in a similar fashion. Pleased they were both equally bubbled and firm, she then ran her hand from one side to the other, feeling over every angle, and the deep gap between.

               “You know, I’ll give you this, Courtney,” she said cheerfully, “You do have one cute little booty.”

               To punctuate the statement, she spanked firmly, three times, before leaving her hand there to feel the ripple of the impacts.

               “Well, ‘had’,” she amended with a grin, “Mine, now.”

               Seeing Cindy was looking at her, Courtney slowly nodded in agreement. She didn’t know if the other girl was waiting for an answer, but it seemed best to be cautious.

               Besides… it was true.

               “Mmm, glad we have a quorum,” Cindy drawled, “So agreeable now…”

               She strode back around to face her humbled rival. Her hand slowly followed, sliding over both swells of Courtney’s rump until it rested on her hip.

               “Not like before,” Cindy said, “I can definitely see improvement, new girl. Keep it up and you might actually make up for the goody two shoes little busy body you used to be…”

               She placed her palm on the top of Courtney’s head. Then she firmly tilted it up, until the blonde’s face was visible.

               Bottom lip pouted in worry and shame, Courtney looked up at the other girl with sad puppy eyes.

               “But you’ve still got a lot to do,” Cindy grinned, “And I think we can start… teensy bit more attitude adjusting.”

                               *                             *                            *

               Half an hour later, Courtney’s pajamas and panties were on the floor, Cindy was digging through her closet, and Courtney herself was naked, standing with her nose in the corner.

               She’d been in timeout since Cindy had stripped her down. The queen bee had told her to stay in the corner of her own room, completely nude, while Cindy herself went through Courtney’s clothes and personal belongings. She was deciding what outfits she wanted her new pet to wear, what would be thrown out, and what she would keep for herself.

               As she pushed through the clothes hanging in Courtney’s closet, Cindy mostly grunted, making remarks about how lame her fashion sense was. Occasionally she’d make a sound of approval and toss something over her shoulder, where it landed in a growing pile. Whenever she did this, it was almost always something skimpy. The villainess had a new image in mind for her plaything, and it wasn’t the innocent every-girl.

               While Cindy busied herself, Courtney had nothing to do but wait and think about how surreal her life had become.

               Cindy Burman had beaten her. Really beaten her, not just in a game, or a single event, but permanently, destroying her. Her rival owned her now. And that’s how it was going to be for a long, long time.

               Other than some bandages from the beating she’d received the night before, the only thing Courtney had on her was a friendship bracelet, given to her by Cindy. It had been in the little gift bag, and after she’d been undressed, Cindy had made her bring it to her. Undoing the packaging, the villainess had explained it was a present, and told Courtney exactly what it was.

               The bracelet looked like a normal friendship bracelet, a little band with charms strung along it that spelled out “Cindy’s_Bestie”. However, it wasn’t just a decoration, but a tracer, so Cindy would know where she was at all times. She promised more functionality later, but for now that was plenty.

               It was also a small bomb. Courtney would not ever take it off. If she did, if she tried to run away, or even if Cindy felt like it, it would detonate. At the very least it would take off her hand, maybe even her arm up to the elbow. It was permanent, an ostensibly innocent symbol of submission.

               Cindy had tagged her. Courtney belonged to someone, same as a puppy.

               With her head in the corner and her eyes closed, occasionally her mind drifted. Birds chirped outside, cars went by, and the sun shone through the cracks between her drawn curtains. It was so mundane and normal, another day in her life. Not the day that her life had been turned upside down and destroyed.

               But every time her mind drifted too far, she shifted in place and felt her bottom wobble, with no clothing to hold it. She heard Cindy rummaging in her closet, letting out a pleased ‘hmm!’ then tossing out one of Courtney’s gymnastics leotards onto the growing pile of clothes. She could feel the bracelet on her wrist, touch it with her fingers.

               Then it became real again. She really was butt naked, really was at Cindy’s mercy, and her life as she knew it was really over, not to mention her superheroine career.

               And when she remembered, all she could do was shake her head.

               She’d never thought it would end this way.

               From the closet, Cindy flipped through the last few garments dangling from hangers.

               “Ew… yuck… boring…” she remarked on each, before coming to the end, “And… wow. That is so cutesy I want to choke someone. We are definitely burning this.”

               After yanking the offending article of clothing, a fluffy sweater, off its hanger, she wadded it up, then turned and threw it. The garment landed on Courtney’s bed, in a pile with a few other things that Cindy couldn’t stand.

               With her mission complete, Cindy strolled back out of the closet, dusting off her hands.

               “I’d say we’ve made some progress here,” she beamed.

               Pausing at the small pile of “keepers” among Courtney’s clothing, she nudged at a few of the garments with her toe.

               “I’ll have to go shopping to pick out the right wardrobe for her,” she mused, “But at least we have a couple of suitable ensembles. At least for the next few days…”

               Hands on her hips, she scrutinized her choices, deciding which would be first. Although it would be amusing to leave her in nothing, Courtney had to be wearing at least something to take her home. And it would have to be fitting, equal parts showy and degrading.

               Cindy considered this for another moment, then lifted her gaze to find the girl herself.

               “Hmm,” she grinned, “Now where oh where did I put my Courtney…?”

               Naturally, she saw Courtney almost immediately. There was only one naked girl in the room, bunched into the corner, bare bottom pale beneath the bedroom light. Nevertheless, it pleased her to look this way and that, pretending she couldn’t find her new pet.

               She was in a rare, playful mood. Almost cheerful, even.

               “I hope she didn’t go anywhere,” the villainess purred, “If she’s anywhere but right where she’s supposed to be, she’ll be in very serious trouble.”

               Courtney swallowed, trying not to squirm, but not doing a very good job.

               She hadn’t done anything wrong? There was no reason for Cindy to be angry at her… right?

               Still pretending to search high and low, Cindy strode towards the timid blonde. While she did, she continued cutting looks back to her pet, enjoying her naked body.

               The wavy blonde hair fell about the bare shoulders, shoulder blades shifting nervously. Likewise her legs moved, knees bending and straightening, highlighting the dimples just behind them. The light cast shadows on her at interesting angles, filling the groove along her lower back, beneath her shoulder blades, and most notably through the tight cleft that separated the plush shapes of her bottom.

               Courtney’s fidgeting made Cindy’s eyes narrow, like a hawk seeing a baby bunny, trembling and afraid, lost from its burrow.

               Unable to restrain her predatory urge, she skipped forward the last few steps and pounced with a wild grin.

               Courtney gasped as Cindy suddenly smooshed against her, arms wrapping around her waist. Alone and nervous a moment before, now there was a body hugged to her, a face tucked into the crook between her neck and shoulder. She stiffened, eyes wide, freezing like a frightened squirrel.

               “There you are…” Cindy whispered.

               The girl’s breath was on the softest part of Courtney’s neck. Lips and a nose nudged their way under her jaw, tickling and pressing. A peck just under her jaw sent a jolt through her and she gasped again, eyes wide and brow pinched with worry.

               Fighting, trading barbs, even being degraded by Cindy, she somewhat knew how to react. Whatever the villainess was doing to her now left her at a complete loss. Heart pounding, trembling with nerves, her eyes darted around for some manner of escape.

               Cindy bared her teeth against the panicked heroine’s neck. If she was already freaking out, the poor thing was going to have a heart attack during what came next.

               “Oh, blondie…” she whispered, “You know, how easy you made this for me hasn’t escaped my notice.”

               She pressed another pair of kisses to Courtney’s neck, while one hand snuck upwards, smoothing over her tummy.

               Courtney jumped, eyes darting down to the hand gliding to her chest.

               “You’ve been very cooperative,” Cindy continued, “You gave up so easily. You basically handed yourself over on a silver platter…”

               Her hand drifted higher, smooshing over a soft little breast. The nipple pricked at her palm, standing up with fear… or some other stimulation.

               “All I had to do was look you in the eye and you crumpled,” Cindy cooed.

               Remaining pressed to her prey, keeping her trapped in the corner, she shifted to the side where she could look over Courtney’s shoulder. Her clever fingers found a nipple and gave it a tiny tweak.

               Courtney jumped again, with a squeal, then quickly big her lip, her cheeks burning. Her breasts were heaving with fright, nostrils flaring.

               “You just cannot help being noisy, can you?” Cindy giggled, “Yapping at school, while you’re doing your… extracurricular activities. Even now. You just can’t shut up.”

               Swallowing, Courtney turned just enough to look at the villainess out of the corner of her eyes. Pinching her lips tight, gaze wide and fearful, she fretted over whether Cindy was actually angry at her, just playing, or… what. Still incredulous, she wasn’t sure what the other girl wanted.

               But Cindy, on the other hand, knew exactly what she wanted.

               She smoothed her hand across Courtney’s bare bottom, feeling the plump little cheeks pass beneath.

               “The point is,” the villainess smiled with genuine affection, “I appreciate it. You didn’t have to be so… accommodating. You even stayed in the corner like I told you. Quiet. And naked.”

               While one hand held a half of Courtney’s bottom, the other rose to her chin. Fingers cupped the blonde’s jaw, then guided her to look at her captor.

               Cindy grinned into Courtney’s round, shining eyes.

               “Thank you,” she said gently, “Thank you for not making me work for it. Thank you for behaving. Thank you for being such a good little prisoner.”

               Courtney gulped loudly.

               The nudity and groping hands notwithstanding, Cindy was looking at her with genuine adoration. She was being gentle, even loving, the hand cupping her butt gently stroking, her smile sweet and without sarcasm. Part of her wondered if this is what the villainess really wanted: someone to submit to her. And if they did, the thought crossed her mind that maybe the queen bee wouldn’t be… unkind.

               She also wondered if she should say something. Cindy had been staring at her for several seconds, as if waiting.

               “I—I—” she started to say.

               “Shh!” the villainess quickly hushed her.

               Courtney obeyed, sucking in her bottom lip and lowering her eyes.

               Pleased, Cindy gave the blonde’s bottom a pat, letting the moons bounce with nothing to hold them still. Then that hand glided upwards, tickling along the groove of Courtney’s back.

               “I won’t lie to you,” her smile took on a wicked slant once more, “It’s going to get worse before it gets better. There’s still lots more humiliating to do.”

               Her hand snuck up to rest on Courtney’s shoulder, as if a friendly embrace.

               “You defied me publicly, so I’ll have to make a public example of you,” she explained, “Everyone will see that if anyone messes with me, in my world, I’ll put them on their knees. In a very literal way.”

               Now the hand that had held Courtney’s jaw moved downwards.

               Cindy bopped her head to the side, as if physically finding a more pleasant angle.

               “But for now…” she chirped, “I think you’ve earned a liiiiiittle reward…”

               Still hugging Courtney around the shoulder, still wearing a pleasant smile, Cindy tickled slowly down the girl’s chest. She said nothing, her gaze never wavered, she barely did anything. Only her hand moved, the tip of her finger tracing down Courtney’s sternum.

               Her eyes already lowered, Courtney watched the fingers tickling between her heaving breasts, moving down to the groove just below her sternum. An innocent thought crossed her mind: where was the hand going? Her boobs partially blocked the view, pale mounds with darker caps, and she looked back up at Cindy, hoping the girl would explain.

               She wasn’t so wholesome that she didn’t understand what Cindy could be doing, but part of her couldn’t believe it. Surely the villainess wasn’t… she wouldn’t…

               Cindy’s grin took on a sly edge as she smoothed her palm over the girl’s tummy, feeling over her belly button, and going lower.

               “I know you’re going to be noisy,” she cooed, “A little squealer. You can’t help it.”

               The hand ran over the top of her hip, where the V shaped muscles pointed to the soft place.

               “Don’t worry, I won’t let you scream,” Cindy grinned.

               The hand on Courtney’s shoulder came up, reached around, and laid itself across her lips. Gently resting there at first, its grip slowly tightened until it held firmly.

               Courtney’s eyebrows rose as her mouth was covered, her wide eyes suddenly expressing a number of desperate emotions.

               “There,” Cindy giggled, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”

               The hand moved between the thighs.

               “And if I’m being honest… this too.”

               The hand moved to where it was tender and warm. It found a groove, an opening. Then it found a way in.

               “MEEE-MMH!” Courtney jumped onto her toes, her eyes as wide as saucers.

               The invasion hit her like a jolt of electricity. Her lower was back bowed, peachy bottom thrust backwards, while her chest pressed up and out, breath trapped in her chest. She was frozen, mind and body transfixed, unprepared for the rush of sensation.

               Cindy cackled with delight, stroking and working the velvety folds.

               “Oh, oh…” she showed her teeth, “Courtney… you are going to be SO much fun…”

               After the initial shock passed, panic made Courtney clamp her thighs together. One hand grabbed at the arm covering her mouth while the other pulled at the one entrenched between her thighs. Breath coming out in frantic hisses through her nose, she squirmed fitfully.

               But she couldn’t free herself. She was too afraid to fight too much, and the villainess was latched on, too strong for her.

               “I am going to do so many things to you…” Cindy hissed, “So many fun things.”

               Courtney squealed again, gaping, heat and invasive pressure gripping her. She stared pleadingly, unable to handle it.

               But when Cindy looked back, she stared into her with a will that held Courtney in a vice. Her expression was wicked, her eyes dark and filled with a wild hunger. The look was like a black hole, devouring everything, never sated.

               That gaze alone, the sheer will to dominate behind it, made Courtney want to whimper.

               “I… have always wanted…” Cindy rasped as her hand worked, “To completely own someone. Everything. Their entire… everything they have…”

               She was growing feverish as well, mouth open, breath quickening.

               Courtney heaved as her body throbbed. The strokes and thrusts were finding a rhythm now, carrying her. It made her knees weak, her cries soften.

               “You, Courtney Whitmore,” Cindy hissed, “You are mine. Mine. Mine.”

               Whether from the villainess’ words, or just the wave of feeling overwhelming her, Courtney began to crumple. Her grip on the invasive hands weakened, her expression losing urgency, becoming glassy, like she was a stuffed toy. Gradually her shoulders sank down, her breath becoming deeper, heaving like a bellows.

               She was losing control. She couldn’t fight, couldn’t even straighten her legs. Cindy was making her crumble, stealing command of her own body from her, forcing her to melt.

               “Miiiine…” Cindy snarled.

               Courtney’s grip slid away, forgotten. Her arms sank down to her sides and hung there, her body slack, in Cindy’s control. She let the villainess’ hand work between her thighs, her frightened squeals now only occasional mewls and yelps, distracted sounds she didn’t know she was making.

               Her eyes slowly rolled back in her head.

               Cindy watched, her own eyes mad and wide. She was waiting to pounce.

               Then the moment came.

               Courtney shuddered and arched, expression suddenly desperate as an explosion of pleasure overwhelmed her.

               Cindy immediately moved her hand away and mashed her mouth to her victim’s. She captured Courtney’s breathless cry, tongue tangling, holding the girl’s taut, straining body to her own. It looked almost like she was stealing the blonde heroine’s soul.

               “AA-AAH!” Courtney cried into the villainess’ mouth, “MMNNHH!”

               When the orgasm passed, Courtney slumped, and Cindy had to catch her around the waist to keep her from falling to the floor. Panting, empty and spent, she hung there, mouth agape, twitching from the aftershock.

               Cindy merely giggled, girlish and happy.

               “Good girl,” she cooed.

               Leaning in, she pressed a kiss to the slack girl’s cheek.

               “Now let’s do that again, hm?” she purred, “Three or four more times ought to do it.”

               She leaned Courtney into the corner, so she could run her hand over the girl’s shining bottom.

               “I want you nice and… destroyed,” she cooed, “Blast those little superhero thoughts right out of your little head.”

               She glided her palm over a pale globe then squeezed it tight, claiming it.

               “But don’t worry, you’ll like it,” she whispered, “I know I will…”

               And then she began all over again…

               *                             *                             *

               At the entrance to Blue Valley High, the remaining members of the JSA stood sentinel. The first bell had rang and students were filtering past them, trudging up the steps with backpacks and cell phones. As the sea of students went by, the three incognito superheroes searched their faces and scanned the parking lot, hoping to see a particular spunky blonde.

Rick Tyler, Yolanda Montez, and Beth Chapel were an unlikely trio. In fact, they never would have been friends if not for Courtney. She was the one that had brought them together and, in many ways, was the glue that kept them together.

Which is why all three of them were concerned. They’d heard Courtney had taken a beating, had stayed home from school, and none of them had heard from her since. It had only been one weekend, but for someone as affable as Courtney, that was a massive red flag. There hadn’t been a day since school started that one of them hadn’t had at least a text from her.

“Anybody see her?” Beth asked.

“No, Beth,” Rick said, with a scowl, “If one of us sees her, you’ll know, because we’ll say ‘hey, I found Courtney’.”

As the stragglers trickled past, the trio grew more worried. It wasn’t like Courtney to be late for school, unless there was superheroing to do, and she wouldn’t have done that without telling them.

“Maybe…” Beth said hopefully, “Maybe she went on a trip? And forgot to tell us?”

Yolanda glanced at the other girl, not as annoyed with her as Rick, but not willing to join her in her pie-eyed optimism.

“Her mom said she was having a sleepover with one of her friends,” she said, “And we already saw her brother, Beth. I don’t think she went on a…”

She trailed off as a pair turned the corner and walked towards them.

At first, she merely recognized Cindy Burman. The queen bitch’s swagger and the white streak in her hair were unmistakable. The other girl was wearing something utterly tasteless, shiny and far too skimpy to meet the dress code.

Yolanda wrinkled her nose, “What the…”

The other two looked in the same direction and likewise blinked in surprise.

Cindy Burman was walking with a girl who was absolutely going to be sent home. What she was wearing couldn’t even be called clothes, so shiny and skimpy it was more like a show girl’s costume. Who would ever wear something like that and why would they come to school like that…?

But as the pair drew closer, Yolanda’s mouth fell open.

Cindy’s “friend” was being led on an actual leash, a dog collar around her neck. Her blonde hair was in pigtails, braided so tight they stood up like bunny ears, pink fuzzies tied on their ends that swayed as she walked. She was wearing a red gymnastics leotard, shiny and glittery, but clearly too small for her, the spandex riding up high on her hips and barely covering her breasts. Other than sneakers and a friendship bracelet, the only other thing she wore was a skirt that was so laughably small it was more like large frills or a tutu.

However, it wasn’t just the tacky, indecent nature of the outfit that shocked the young superheroine. Yolanda recognized the tone of the body, the height, the shape of the bare legs, the shade of blonde hair. And when they drew closer, she recognized the face.

“C-Courtney?!” she gasped.

Rick and Beth stood transfixed with similar expressions on their face, though the former was more flustered than the latter. Rick swallowed, instinctively eyeing the interesting places the costume left bare, looked away, then looked back, his jaw working.

While the three stood speechless, Cindy strutted right up to them, her eyes narrowed, lips quirked in a smirk of cruel satisfaction. She’d been looking forward to seeing the looks on the faces of these three idiots. And she wasn’t disappointed.

“Oh boy,” she drawled, “The loser welcoming committee.”

She stopped in front of them, placing a hand on her hip.

“Are you three waiting for someone in particular?” she smirked, “Or are you just trying to represent our school’s washouts?”

The three of them barely heard Cindy’s taunts. They were staring at Courtney, too shocked to speak.

Courtney stopped beside Cindy, staying very close to her, like a nervous child in front of strangers. Though her leotard left very little to the imagination, her hands remained at her sides and she appeared otherwise comfortable, but her head was deliberately lowered. Her expression was regretful, her bottom lip pouted sadly. She didn’t look at any of her friends.

“G-guys…?” Beth stammered, still gaping, “I—I… found Courtney…?”

Rick looked like he’d swallowed his tongue. His eyes darted around, unsure where to look or what to do.

Yolanda was the first one to get her wits about her.

“C-Courtney?” she took a step closer, “What are you doing? What’s… what happened?”

But Courtney didn’t answer. She kept her head lowered and stayed in place. She even turned her head deliberately away, ashamed.

“Courtney?!” Yolanda said, louder, “Courtney! What the hell is going on?!”

Cindy just shook her head. She stepped in Yolanda’s way, blocking her from reaching the degraded blonde.

“She’s not going to talk to you,” the villainess sneered, “She doesn’t want to be part of your little Breakfast Club anymore.”

Yolanda bristled, fists balling at her sides.

“I told her she’s not even allowed to to look at you,” Cindy gave a little tug on the leash, “So she’s not. Not ever. Not unless I tell her to.”

Yolanda yearned to punch the sneering brunette in the face. She controlled herself, but barely, quivering with anger.

“What did you do to her?!” she snapped, “If you don’t get out of my way and let—”

“If I don’t, then what, Wildcat?” Cindy replied.

Yolanda’s eyes widened. She staggered back a step, as if struck, her face growing pale.

The other two gaped as well.

Cindy narrowed her eyes.

“That’s right,” she hissed, “I know exactly who all three of you are. I know about the stupid little society you made.”

The three JSAers were completely flabbergasted.

Cindy… knew?! How?! And if she did… what did that mean?!

Cindy curled her lip, looking the three of them over and being disgusted by what she saw.

“If I were you, I’d knock it off,” she shook her head, “But frankly, I don’t care. Play your little games, get killed, good riddance.”

Then her expression darkened.

“But if any of you little nothings do ANYTHING to my new bestie. Tell her parents, try to get through to her…”

She advanced slowly.

The trio retreated, fumbling up the steps.

“… One text. A phone call,” Cindy growled, “If one of you even tries to be her lab partner… I won’t just tell certain people who you are and where your little headquarters is, I’ll tell them where you live. I’ll give them your class schedules. There won’t be any warning.”

She stopped right in Yolanda’s face.

“And no one will even ask what happened to you. OR your families.”

The three superheroes gaped at her, shocked and more than a little terrified. Courtney was always the one who came up with the plan, who energized them and got them going. She was the one who knew all about superhero stuff from comic books and, strangely, she was usually right. Now not only was their leader a submissive slave of the school’s queen bee, but that queen bee was a true villainess herself, and she knew who they were.

None of them knew what to do. None of them spoke. Like shorn lambs, they stood shoulder to shoulder, cowering.

Cindy let the silence hang for a moment. She looked from face to face, making sure each of them got the point.

“Now get. Out,” she growled, “Of. My. Way.”

The three paused only a moment before slowly shuffling to the side. Beth bit her lip, head lowered and shaking, while Rick looked pale and sick.

Yolanda was the last to move. Blinking dizzily, she staggered back, then actually crumpled and fell onto her butt. She grunted but otherwise didn’t react. Shell-shocked, she stared into the distance, completely at a loss.

With the way in front of her cleared, Cindy nodded and strode up the steps without further conversation. She gave a little tug on the leash, encouraging Courtney to catch up with her, and continued on her way without looking back. As far as she was concerned, the crumbled teenagers on the steps behind her no longer existed.

“Come on, baby girl,” she smiled, “We’ve still got ten minutes before first period and I want to take you on at least one lap of the school.”

Courtney strode beside her, head bowed in defeat, and didn’t respond. The leotard was so small it rode up until it was a thong, her pale cheeks shifting noticeably with each step.

Cindy gave the bottom a quick pat, jiggling the pale cheeks merrily.

“I hope you’re ready to be the center of attention,” she grinned, “I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re internet famous by the end of the week…”

Courtney didn’t react. She didn’t look back at her friends. She walked alongside her owner, quiet and obedient, knowing what was expected of her and accepting it.

This was how things were now. She could only hope that if she behaved herself, it wouldn’t be this embarrassing again for a while.

Cindy reached the entrance door then stopped to hold it open.

Courtney passed through, leaving her friends behind.