Stories of Tie Up Games

Part 1:

In the hallways of Crestwood High School, the lively buzz of students filled the air. Mabel Carter, was a diligent straight-A student known for her unwavering dedication to her studies. Standing at 5'7", she had brown eyes, and long black hair tied back into a side ponytail with neat braids, a look that suited her personality. She often kept her head buried in her books, rarely glancing up to notice the vibrant social life passing her by.

Mabel’s reputation for excellence in the classroom was well-established. She was at the top of her class, with the highest grades in every subject. Yet, her focus on studies had now come at a price. No extracurriculars, no volunteer work—her college application was blank other than for her academic achievement. As she sat at her desk, poring over her latest math assignment during lunch, she couldn't help herself from being distracted by her empty college applications.

“Ugh, what was I thinking?” she murmured to herself, tapping her pencil against her notebook. “I need something to show these colleges that I can do more than just hit the books. Why do these guys even care about this stuff, as long as I study well and become successful in life nobody is going to care if I was a social butterfly or not back in school."

With very few options left, Mabel stood up and made her way to Ms. Carla Hastings’ office. Ms. Hastings was known for her supportive nature and her ability to connect students with resources. As Mabel approached, she could hear Ms. Hastings chatting with another teacher just at the doorstep.

“If it isn't Mabel! Our top scorer for this year!” greeted Ms. Hastings as she opened the door.

“Hi, Ms. Hastings. I was wondering if we could talk about college applications,” Mabel said, her voice slightly nervous.

“Of course! Come in,” Ms. Hastings replied, gesturing to a chair in front of her desk. “What’s on your mind?”

Mabel took a deep breath, fidgeting with her braided hair. “I realized I need to include some extracurricular activities or volunteer work on my applications. But I haven’t really done anything outside of schoolwork. What should I do?”

Ms. Hastings leaned back, considering Mabel. “You’re not alone in this. Many top students find themselves in the same situation. Let’s see... What skills do you have that you could share with someone else? A tutoring opportunity might help you fulfill that volunteer requirement.”

Mabel nodded, her brow furrowing. “But who would I tutor? I don’t know anyone who needs help.”

“Well,” Ms. Hastings began with a thoughtful smile, “I have just the person in mind. Andrea Thompson. She’s the captain of our volleyball team and is quite popular, but her academic performance isn’t where it should be. She’s failing a few subjects, I think you two would make a great pair.”

Mabel’s eyes widened. “Andrea? The star athlete? Doesn’t she get enough attention as it is? Why would she want to be tutored by me?”

“Because she needs it and because you have the skills to help her,” Ms. Hastings insisted. “It’s a win-win situation. Not to mention, working with her could offer you insight into team dynamics, leadership, and how to motivate others. All of which are valuable skills for your college applications.”

“And what if she doesn’t take it seriously?” Mabel questioned, her voice wavering slightly with doubt.
“Then we tackle it together! I’ll make sure she understands the importance of this. You’re smart, Mabel, and you can handle this. Besides, a little interaction with someone like Andrea might just broaden your horizons.” The teacher gave her a reassuring smile.

Mabel sighed, the idea of collaborating with someone so different from herself intimidated her. “Okay, I’ll give it a shot.”

“Excellent!” Ms. Hastings clapped her hands together. “I’ll set it up. Follow me, she should be in practice by now."

Mabel shifted nervously in her chair as Ms. Hastings stepped out of the office. What had she just agreed to? With no other options, she slowly followed after Ms. Hastings.

***

The gymnasium buzzed with energy as Andrea Thompson soared through the air, her body perfectly poised for a spike. With each successful hit, she felt adrenaline rush through her veins, the crowd of teammates cheering her on. “Yes! That’s how we do it!” she shouted, her confident smile reflecting the thrill of the game.

But just as Andrea was about to serve another perfect shot, Ms. Carla Hastings, the homeroom teacher, appeared at the edge of the court, waving her arms for attention. Andrea’s heart sank. She was on a roll, and now this?

“Andrea! Can I speak with you for a moment?” Ms. Hastings called out, her voice cutting through the energetic clamor of the gym.

“Can it wait, Ms. Hastings? I was just about to—” Andrea began, clearly annoyed, as she jogged over, wiping sweat from her brow.

“No, it can’t wait,” the teacher replied, her expression serious but warm. “This is important.”
Curiosity mingled with irritation as Andrea crossed her arms. “What’s so important that it can’t wait until after practice?”

Ms. Hastings took a breath, looking somewhat anxious. “We need to talk about your grades. The new tutoring program is starting, and I’ve paired you with someone.”

“Paired me? With who? Listen, I don’t need a tutor,” Andrea said, rolling her eyes. “I’m doing just fine at volleyball. That’s what matters, right?”

“Actually, it matters a lot that you improve your academic performance,” Ms. Hastings countered, her tone firm. “I’m assigning you, Mabel Carter. She’s one of the top students in the school.”

“Mabel? The kid who’s glued to her textbooks? No thanks,” Andrea scoffed, shaking her head. “I’m not interested in doing anything that boring.”

“Boring or not, this is something you need, Andrea. You’ve got a chance at a scholarship, and I don’t want to see you miss out because of your grades,” Ms. Hastings replied, her voice steady. “You will work with Mabel, or I will have no choice but to bench you for the next game.”

Andrea’s eyes widened, disbelief mixed with frustration. “You wouldn’t actually do that!”

“Oh, believe me, I will,” Ms. Hastings said, crossing her arms with an unwavering gaze. “This isn’t just about volleyball anymore; it’s about your future. Do you want to risk it all over some studying?”

With a reluctant sigh, Andrea ran a hand through her hair, feeling cornered. “Fine! I’ll do it. But I’m not promising I’ll like it.”

Ms. Hastings smiled, a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes. “That’s all I ask. Just give it a chance. That's Mabel over there, I'll let you two talk." With that, Ms. Hastings waved at a girl from across the gym before turning to leave.
With a resigned nod, Andrea turned back to the court, her mind racing, but now with a mixture of resolve and annoyance. “I suppose it could be worse,” she muttered under her breath, feeling disappointed about the interruption.

As Ms. Hastings left the gym, Andrea turned and scanned the room, her eyes landing on Mabel Carter, who had been quietly observing from a dank corner, her long black hair in a single neat braid. With her reading glasses and a stack of books clutched tightly to her chest, Mabel seemed like the embodiment of everything Andrea wasn’t interested in.

“Hey, you!” Andrea called out, waving Mabel over with a flick of her wrist. The shy girl hesitated for a moment before making her way across the gym, her steps tentative.

“Um, hi,” Mabel stammered, cheeks flushing as she stood before the taller girl. “I guess we’re supposed to… um… work together?”

“Yep,” Andrea replied, her laced with skepticism as she sized Mabel up and down, her blue eyes narrowing slightly. “So you’re the nerd they think is going to save my grades?”

Mabel’s confidence seemed to deflate under Andrea’s piercing gaze. “I-I mean, I just do my best in school, that’s all. But, I want to help you, I need this as much as you do,” she said, her voice quiet, almost a whisper

“Right,” Andrea said with a slight sneer, folding her arms across her chest. “Look, I’m not really into this whole tutoring thing. I’m pretty sure I’m just going to do my own thing.”

“Maybe we should come up with a plan for how to do this effectively?” Mabel suggested, her eyes darting around the gym nervously. “We could set up a schedule or—”

Andrea cut her off, leaning in closer, her demeanor turning serious. “No offense, nerd, but I’m not doing anything like that. I’m not about to be stuck running study schedules with someone like you.”
Mabel swallowed hard, her heart racing as she searched for the right words. “But if we don’t work together, how will you improve? I mean, Ms. Hastings wants us to do this…”

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Andrea said, her voice dripping with condescension. “We’re going to act like we’re trying—like we’re all in it together. But really, you’re just going to tell Ms. Hastings that things didn’t work out, okay? Tell her I was a lost cause or something. It’ll be a lot easier for both of us.”

***

Mabel felt a knot form in her stomach. While part of her knew this wasn’t the right approach, the thought of losing everything she’d worked for tugged at her resolve. After a moment, she nodded in reluctant agreement. “Fine. I guess that makes sense….”

"Great, goodbye nerd." Andrea returned to her game leaving Mabel behind without a second glance. Mabel watched her play for 5 minutes, not sure what to do next, and decided to leave, feeling out of place in the energetic gym.

As she walked out of the gym, the fluorescent lights flickering above her, she spotted Ms. Hastings standing next to the gym door, arms crossed and a patient smile on her face. Mabel forced a smile back but felt her heart drop when Ms. Hastings spoke.

“You guys decided to act like you’re going to try, aren’t you?” Ms. Hastings said, her voice calm but knowing.

Mabel flinched, turning around slowly to meet the teacher’s gaze. “Um… well, we…”

With a knowing glint in her eye, Ms. Hastings stepped closer. “I’m afraid that won’t work with me.” Her expression shifted into a more serious demeanor.

“I’m putting you on notice, Mabel. You better find a way to get Andrea to start taking her studies seriously, or you can say goodbye to your recommendation letter for extracurricular activities.”
Mabel’s stomach twisted painfully at the weight of Ms. Hastings' words. “I—I’ll talk to her,” she stammered, feeling small under the scrutiny of her teacher. “I’ll make sure she knows how important this is.”

“If you care about your future, you need to show that commitment, Mabel,” Ms. Hastings replied, her eyes steady. “Don’t let anyone drag you down.”

With that, Mabel nodded, regret flooding her veins as she realized she was stuck with Andrea. She turned towards the gym again, feeling a deep despair at her present situation.

Mabel stepped into the gym, the scent of sweat and rubber flooring immediately hitting her senses, she had rarely come to the gym before now. She instinctively sought out a quiet corner, standing against the wall to avoid drawing attention. Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on Andrea, who was in the midst of a volleyball game, laughter bubbling from her lips as she leaped to spike the ball.

“Look at her, just enjoying herself,” Mabel muttered under her breath, crossing her arms in frustration. “Like failing three classes is no big deal.”

Mabel grimaced, her annoyance simmering. “This dumb bitch,” she whispered to herself. “She has no idea how much is riding on her.”

Glancing at her watch, she noted that they’d been at it for nearly an hour. The end of the school day was closing in, and the gym started to empty as other teams finished their practices. As an introvert, Mabel hated the thought of walking up to the popular girls while they were still in a pack.

“I’ll just wait,” she decided, biting her lip as she observed Andrea. The girl was a magnet for attention, radiant and carefree, while Mabel felt like a loser in comparison which she didn't like.
When the game finally wrapped up, Mabel took a deep breath, straightening her shoulders as she prepared to approach her. As the other girls began to disperse, Mabel stepped forward, her heart racing just a bit. Andrea was laughing with her teammates, brushing her hair off her forehead.

“Hey, Andrea!” Mabel called out as the group started to break apart.

Andrea strode past Mabel, she barely glanced in Mabel’s direction, focused on reaching the changing room, completely ignoring the approaching problem. Mabel's heart sank; it felt like a punch to the gut.

“Hey, Andrea!” Mabel called, quickening her pace to catch up. “We need to talk!”

Andrea didn’t break her stride, but Mabel followed her into the locker room, slowing when she finally caught up. Andrea spun around her expression a mix of annoyance and impatience.

“What do you want, nerd?” she huffed, crossing her arms defensively. “I thought we had an arrangement.”

Mabel felt a knot tighten in her stomach as she stumbled over her words. “Um, it’s about Ms. Hastings…she was waiting for me right outside, and she knew what we were planning.”

Andrea's face twisted into a scowl as she slammed the locker door shut with a loud clang, making Mabel flinch. “Look, I don’t care,” she exclaimed. “I’m just going to tell her we went ahead with things and that it didn’t work out. Not like she can force us to do anything. So just beat it, okay? Don’t you have to stay cooped up in some library or something?”

Mabel’s heart dropped at the dismissal. “Please, Andrea,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “My scholarship is riding on this. I need you to work with me—just this once!”
Andrea rolled her eyes, brushing Mabel off as if she were an annoying fly. “Not my problem,” she shot back, her expression cold.

Mabel felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, the weight of desperation pressing down on her. “Please,” she cried, her voice barely above a whisper, the fight in her fading. “If I lose this scholarship, I… I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

Andrea didn’t respond, only turning away, busying herself with her gym bag as if Mabel’s words hadn’t even registered. Mabel stood there, feeling smaller than ever, as the reality of her situation settled in — a sinking sense of despair as she realized how close she was to losing everything.

“Please, I’ll do anything you want,” Mabel said, her voice shaky but desperate. “Just tell me what you want.”

For a moment, Andrea paused, her curiosity piqued. She turned to face Mabel, scrutinizing her as if trying to gauge the sincerity behind her words. Slowly, she walked over, towering above Mabel with an air of authority.

“Anything?” Andrea asked, an eyebrow raised, a smirk playing on her lips.

Mabel felt a shiver run down her spine, but she steeled herself and nodded, tears glistening in her eyes. “Yes, anything,” she confirmed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Andrea’s expression darkened slightly as recognition flickered across her face. “You know, I think I remember you... little Miss Snooty, top of the grade,” she said mockingly.

The statement felt like a slap in the face, but Mabel kept her head down, refusing to show how much it hurt. She held her breath, standing rooted to the spot under Andrea’s intense gaze.

Andrea plopped down on the locker room bench, crossing her legs and watching Mabel with a mixture of amusement and disdain. “If you get down on your knees and beg me,” she drawled, “I might just think about it.”

Mabel's heart raced, startled by the bluntness of Andrea’s suggestion. “You’re a crazy bitch!” she blurted instinctively, the words slipping out before she could think.

Andrea only chuckled, a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes. She waved dismissively, a clear sign that she was done talking. “Bye, Nerd.”

With a sinking feeling, Mabel bit her lower lip, fighting back the wave of humiliation crashing over her. But as the weight of her situation sank in once more, she hesitantly sank to her knees, the cold tile pressing against her skin as her skirt rode up.

“Please, Andrea,” she whispered, eyes brimming with tears. “I need this…”

As she knelt there, an overwhelming mix of vulnerability and desperation washed over her, her dignity slipping away with every passing second.

Andrea looked down at Mabel, a smirk spreading across her face that conveyed nothing but delight at the sight of the top student on her knees. “Well, since you’re down there,” she said casually, “why don’t you help me remove my shoes?”

Mabel was stunned, the shock setting in as she wrestled with the absurdity of Andrea’s request. Surely, she was joking, right? But one glance into Andrea’s icy blue eyes told her that this was no joke. Anxiety bubbled up inside her as she mentally churned through her options, searching for a way out. But the reality was stark: if she didn’t comply, she risked her scholarship, and that was a price she couldn’t afford to pay.

Slowly, she reached for Andrea’s shoelaces, her hands trembling slightly as she bent down to untie them. The gym air was thick with the scent of sweat, and when she finally slid off Andrea's gym shoes, the pungent odor hit her in a wave, making her flinch and nearly gag.

“Oh dear,” Andrea said, arching an eyebrow teasingly. “You don’t like that? That hurts my feelings. You even said you would do anything...The scent of my hard work is being disrespected like this…”

Mabel stared up at her, stunned by Andrea’s playful taunts. She could see what Andrea wanted and felt the wall of resolve begin to crumble. “I’m sorry, Andrea. Please forgive me,” Mabel murmured, desperation lacing her voice.

“Well, I’ll forgive you if you do as I say,” Andrea replied with a feigned nonchalance. “Now, help me get these socks off.”

Mabel cringed at the request but knew she had no way out. With a heavy heart, she reached up and grabbed the hem of Andrea’s knee-high socks. Pulling them off felt like peeling away layers of embarrassment, especially given how soaked they were with sweat. As she removed both socks, she tossed them carelessly into Andrea’s laundry bag, her stomach churning with each movement.

“Great, now I can finally feel the air running between my toes,” Andrea said, wiggling her toes with an exaggerated flourish. Then she leaned forward, a sly grin dancing on her lips. Mabel’s insides twisted; she had a bad feeling about what was coming next.

“Well, massage my feet, silly nerd,” Andrea commanded, settling back into the bench with a satisfied expression. “I’ve been on my feet all day.”

Mabel’s heart dropped as the finality of Andrea’s words settled over her like a dark cloud. She forced herself to move closer, dread pooling in her stomach. This was the price she had to pay, she reminded herself, as she reached out toward Andrea’s feet, her heart racing with a mix of shame and urgency.

Mabel grabbed her right foot and squeezed it making Andrea wince.
"Softer, bitch! Do it with care, or you can kiss your scholarship goodbye," she snapped, irritation flashing in her eyes.

Mabel felt a surge of anger at Andrea’s demanding tone, but she pushed it down and tried again, this time with a more tender touch. "Okay, okay, I got it," she muttered, focusing on the task at hand.

As she worked, Andrea let out a satisfied moan. “That’s the spot! You are the top scorer of our grade. You learn fast. Now, the other foot.”

Mabel rolled her eyes but switched to Andrea's other foot, trying to ignore the undercurrent of frustration bubbling inside her. After a few minutes, Andrea suddenly pulled her feet back, catching Mabel off guard.

"Now, I have one final job for you," Andrea announced, a teasing grin creeping onto her face. "If you excel at that, I'll agree to a study session today."

Mabel felt a wave of relief wash over her at the thought of wrapping this up. “Finally! What is it?”
“Now take each of my toes in your mouth and suck them clean.” Andrea’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she bit her lip, looking playful.

Mabel’s eyebrows shot up as she scoffed. “You’re out of your mind!” She made to get up, but Andrea quickly interjected.

“Well, your loss,” she said casually, but there was a glint of mischief in her eyes.

“I thought you were smart. I already promised to focus and study for an hour if you do this one thing. You’ve already done so much; what’s a little teeny toe-sucking? You know Andy, right? The school jock?”

Mabel felt her heart race at the mention of Andy. Sure, she knew him—how could she not? He was the most popular guy in school. Even though she wasn't a huge gossip, she was still a teenage girl, she did have errant thoughts and dreams now and then as well.

“Maybe you’ve been holed up in your little cave,” Andrea continued, oblivious to Mabel's racing thoughts. “He wanted to go out with me, and I decided to go. Even though Andy hasn’t made it past second base with me, I wouldn’t let him. He tried all kinds of things to get me in the mood, he once did this thing with my toes…” She chuckled softly, reminiscing.

“He sucked on them diligently, and it was kind of... intense. I almost caved when he did that... I miss it now that we’ve broken up. So... If you suck them well enough, I promise I’ll spend some time studying with you.”

Mabel’s cheeks flushed as the visual hit her: Andy, the school’s hunky athlete, on his knees, worshipping Andrea’s toes. It felt scandalous yet somehow intriguing. She glanced at Andrea’s toes, then back up at her beaming face.

Suddenly the thought of sucking on Andrea's toes didn't seem too preposterous, considering Andy had done it. With a heavy sigh, Mabel succumbed to the ridiculousness of the moment.

“Fine,” she muttered, lifting Andrea’s foot towards her mouth. Andrea's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she closed them, clearly enjoying the unfolding scene.

Mabel closed her own eyes, steeling herself as she put Andrea's foot in her mouth. She fought the urge to gag on the texture and scent, but she pressed on, sucking on the toes as instructed. Sweat and the unmistakable taste of foot invaded her senses, setting off an involuntary gag reflex deep in her throat.

“Ahh,” Andrea breathed out, a soft moan escaping her lips. “Just like that... take your time sucking on each one!”

Mabel tried to block out the embarrassment and discomfort, but the sound of Andrea's throaty whisper sent shivers of confusion through her. She was in way deeper than she'd ever anticipated.

"I want you to run your tongue around my toes, especially in between them," Andrea said, her voice low and commanding. "Get your little tongue in between those toes."

Mabel looked up, a mixture of disgust and apprehension on her face. "Please..."

Andrea's expression turned stern. " Now, get to it." She grabbed the back of Mabel's head, holding her in place. "Lick it, bitch. If you want things to go your way, I want to see some tongue action."

Mabel felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she was forced to bring her face closer to Andrea's foot. She could smell the sweat and dirt emanating from it, and her stomach churned with revulsion. But with Andrea's grip on her head holding firm, she had no choice but to comply.
As she tentatively extended her tongue to lick between Andrea's toes, Mabel was hit with a strong taste of sweat and toe scum. She gagged involuntarily, trying to pull away, but Andrea held tight.

"Come on, nerd," Andrea taunted. "Suck on my toes like they're lollipops." She released her grip on Mabel's head slightly, allowing her to move closer or farther away as she pleased.

She squeezed her eyes shut as she worked her tongue around Andrea's toes. Mabel just wanted the ordeal to be over so she could bury this humiliating moment deep within her memory and never think about it again. But Andrea seemed to have other ideas.

"Look at me, nerd."

Mabel's eyes fluttered open, and she was met with the shocking sight of Andrea filming her with a sly grin spreading across her face. Mabel's eyes widened in horror as she pushed the toes out of her mouth, her mind racing with the implications of what was happening.

Andrea just chuckled, clearly amused by Mabel's distress. "Too late, nerd," she said, her voice dripping with triumph. "I own you now. If you don't get your mouth back to sucking on my toes, take a guess who I'm sending this to."

Mabel's face went pale as she stared at Andrea in disbelief, her brain struggling to process the threat. She felt like she was frozen in time, unable to move or speak.

Andrea began a countdown, her voice taunting and menacing. "Three... Two..."

As the reality of the situation sunk in, Mabel scrambled to get Andrea's toes back in her mouth, desperate to avoid whatever consequences Andrea had planned. She felt a wave of humiliation wash over her as she realized she was being blackmailed into submission.

Andrea giggled with glee, clearly enjoying Mabel's distress. "The top student in our grade, scrambling to suck on my toes," she taunted. "How low you've fallen in just a day. Well, I own you now."

As Andrea turned to leave for the shower, she called out over her shoulder, "But I'm a girl of my word. Let's go to the library after I shower. But know that we are no longer equals. You will call me 'Miss Thompson' when we are alone." She added with a sly smile, "I'll train you to love my feet, my little nerd."

With that parting shot, Andrea sashayed into the shower, leaving Mabel devastated and humiliated on the locker room floor. The sound of Andrea's phone being taken into the shower with her only served as a grim reminder of the compromising video that now existed, and the power it gave Andrea over Mabel's life.

TBC

Hey everyone,
This one will be a shorter story, maybe around 5 Parts...

Part 2:

As the sound of water splashing echoed in the background, Mabel knelt on the cool floor of the locker room, staring vacantly at the ground, running through the different events of the day... mostly trying to make sense of how her life had become so fucked up in a matter of just a few hours. Her mind was enveloped in confusion and despair as she processed the events. She felt like her normal life had just shattered into a million pieces, and was now replaced by a new hellish life of servitude and despair.

“Let’s go, nerd,” Andrea called out, her voice ringing with authority, but Mabel remained oblivious, still feeling lost. Andrea leaned over with a slight hint of frustration and gave her a smack on the head. “Hey! I said follow me,” she ordered, and this finally broke through Mabel's daze.

Rising to her feet, Mabel nodded vacantly, still disheartened, but not daring to voice her thoughts. She feared if she said something wrong then things might get even worse than they already were. She kept her head down and followed Andrea as she led them both to the library. It was mostly empty at this time as most people had already left. They climbed over to the second floor just in case, and also to be away from the prying eyes of the resident Librarian.

Andrea pointed to a table at the corner of the library and Mabel set up her books and other items. Andrea settled down in a chair next to her and opened up her books as well.

“Well, I’m here like I promised, you have one hour, nerd. After that don’t expect anything from me.”

Mabel looked at Andrea, trying to figure out what game she was playing, and how it was going to come back to bite her in the ass. With no ideas, and her one-hour time limit slowly ticking away, she decided to just go ahead as a regular tutor. Andrea was failing three subjects as of now, so she decided to start with the toughest one, Mathematics. She slowly started tutoring her, teaching her the different concepts again from scratch. To her surprise, Andrea picked up most of what she said pretty quickly. She had been afraid that Andrea would throw a tantrum and try to humiliate her for making her feel dumb. But she was actually pretty decent for the rest of the hour.

She did however have the habit of losing her focus every now and then and needed to be brought back on track. These bouts were mainly due to people messaging her or her getting group texts. Mabel wanted to ask her to put her phone away but was too afraid to speak up. Instead, she gently tried to bring Andrea back to the math problems whenever she noticed her drifting off.

After an hour of alternating between focused study sessions and Andrea's moments of distraction, Andrea finally decided they had done enough for the day. She stretched her arms overhead, releasing a sigh. Before leaving the library, she took a moment to snap a selfie with Mabel, it showed the two of them sitting at a study table surrounded by stacks of books, Mabel’s expression still subdued while Andrea wore a grin.

Once the photo was sent to Ms. Hastings, Andrea’s phone buzzed a few seconds later. The response was a thumbs-up. Mabel’s mood soured even further as Ms. Hastings probably now thought things were going really well, and would probably not be able to get her out of this anymore.

With a playful smirk curving her lips, Andrea turned to Mabel, “See you around, nerd,” she taunted, her voice dripping with mockery. She walked over and stood in front of Mabel, at this point Mabel had completely lost her composure and cowered as Andrea towered over her. She felt Andrea grasp her chin and force her to look up at her and could see the girl was thoroughly enjoying her newfound power and control over Mabel.

“I’m really going to enjoy having my own little servant around school. I’m sure a smart girl like you knows there’s no way out of this… just fall at my feet and beg for mercy when things are tough, who knows I might just give you a break.”

Her laughter echoed in the library, as she made her way toward the door, leaving Mabel feeling even more diminished. The words and her laughter stung, and Mabel’s cheeks flared an angry red, a mix of humiliation and frustration boiling within her. In a burst of emotion, she picked up a nearby textbook and hurled it at the wall, watching as it thudded against the shelves, pages fluttering before settling into silence. She slowly slid into a chair and buried her head in her hands, wondering what her life was going to be like going forward.

***

The days continued to blend together in a monotonous rhythm, each one seemingly a twisted version of the last. Mabel felt as though she was living in a haze, her thoughts consumed by a mix of dread and submission. Each afternoon, after cheerleading practice, Andrea would summon her, her voice laced with playful command.

"Get in here, Mabel," she called out, a smirk already forming on her lips as she settled onto the seat, her feet propped up. Mabel shuffled in, her heart racing with a mixture of trepidation and resignation. What followed became a twisted ritual of sorts: Mabel was expected to kneel before Andrea and tend to her feet, slick with sweat from practice. Andrea would revel in the sensation, smirking in delight as she directed Mabel to lick and suck her toes, both amused and empowered by being able to humiliate a top scorer like Mabel.

“Get to work, my nerdy little bitch,” Andrea commanded, her voice dripping with authority. She wiggled her toes, glistening with sweat from cheerleading practice. Mabel looked at them, her stomach twisting with unease.

“Do I really have to… suck on them, I’ll just massage them for you?” Mabel hesitated, feeling the weight of the moment press down on her.
Andrea raised an eyebrow, smirking as she toyed with the power she now wielded over Mabel. “Of course you do. I expect you to kneel and tend to my feet like I’ve trained you to do. It’s not that hard, is it? Besides, it’s a real privilege for someone like you... a nerd with no social interactions being allowed to worship my feet.”

Mabel's cheeks flushed with humiliation. She felt trapped, her eyes darting around the empty hallway for an escape that wasn't there. Andrea continued to stare at her mockingly, clearly relishing the situation.

“Come on, Mabel,” Andrea taunted, her voice playful yet cold. “Go ahead and lick my juicy little toes. You know how much I love it when you grovel, it's not every day that a nerd like you gets the chance to be my servant. I’m sure you would happily suck on a teacher’s foot for a bump in grades… Maybe you were even hoping for Ms. Hastings to offer you the choice of licking her heels clean in exchange for that volunteer thing you needed. Well, I guess you hit the jackpot this time, gaining the chance to worship my fresh and lovely feet instead, lucky you.”

Mabel swallowed hard at the thorny words that Andrea used to break down Mabel’s self esteem, torn between her dignity and the fear of Andrea’s threats of social humiliation, and with a heavy heart and a resignation she now despised, Mabel finally relented. She folded, just as she had done time and again, surrendering to Andrea’s relentless pressure. Slowly, she knelt on the floor, each movement feeling like a small betrayal of her self-worth. She knelt slowly, feeling the weight of her pride slip away as she reached for Andrea’s feet. She could sense Andrea’s delight as she watched Mabel, a smile playing on her lips, fully empowered by the humiliation she was inflicting. Her eyes seemed to light up every time Mabel lost her will to resist and knelt in submission.

Mabel took a deep breath, steeling herself as she reached for Andrea’s gym socks. As she peeled them off, a wave of discomfort washed over her. The scent of sweat hit her and she winced as she tossed the socks aside, pinching them between her forefingers to avoid direct contact. Just as she was about to start massaging her feet, she felt Andrea lean forward and pick up her socks.

“It breaks my heart to see you treat my socks like that,” Andrea declared, her tone mocking. “Maybe it’s time you learned to respect your Owner’s efforts and hard work.”

She slowly scrunched the socks up before pushing them up to Mabels’s mouth. Mabel instinctively recoiled, retching at the thought. She quickly closed her mouth, refusing to let Andrea force the socks inside. As she held her ground, Andrea took her time, rubbing the damp fabric across Mabel’s face. Andrea relished the look of disgust that contorted Mabel’s features, enjoying every moment of Mabel’s humiliation.

“You know, I always find it weird that you resist me like this when you know I just have to threaten you with the photos and videos I have to make you submit. But, I do love the sight of it though, the look on your face when the resistance leaves your eyes giving way to obedience.”

Mabel felt a flush of anger rise within her, mixed with helplessness. She wished she could find her voice, but at this moment, all she could do was endure while Andrea reveled in her power. Before long Andrea was tired of the whole thing and decided to speed things along by pinching Mabel’s nose shut, she pushed Mabel down on the floor so her hands were pinned under her before lying on top of her, she used one hand to keep Mabel’s nose pinched shut and the other to clamp the sodden socks over her mouth.

Mabel held on for a considerably long time, but she found herself struggling to breathe. Before long she felt her vision getting blurry and reluctantly opened her mouth to take in huge gulps of air, she got around to two gulps before she felt Andrea shoving the socks into her mouth relentlessly. Andrea took her time, shoving the socks inside her mouth methodically, ensuring that both pairs were deep within Mabel's mouth. Once she was satisfied, she clamped her hand over Mabel’s mouth, taking in the muffled squeals of protest that escaped her lips.

Mabel felt the taste of Andrea’s sweat seeping into her mouth with her every gulp. She tried to scream through her grip but it only served to push the socks deeper into her cheeks and squeeze more of her sweat out. Mabel gagged involuntarily at the thought of Andrea’s used sweaty socks being squeezed dry in her mouth every time she chewed or even tried to move her mouth.

“Quiet. I enjoyed that, that’s the only reason I let you resist me. If you spit those out, there will be real consequences. Chew on those socks and massage my feet until I tell you otherwise, I expect you to keep them in your mouth while I shower and for them to stay there until we reach the library.”

It took Mabel a few minutes to calm down but she finally relented and kept still, allowing Andrea to release her from her handgag. As Mabel obeyed, she could feel the heat of embarrassment flooding her cheeks, her expressions a whirlwind of discomfort and reluctance. The faces she made—contorted in repulsion —provided endless entertainment for Andrea. Each squirming reaction only seemed to fuel Andrea’s sadistic pleasure, her laughter ringing out in the room. It was intoxicating for her; the idea of having a supposedly "snooty nerd" like Mabel beneath her, bowing to her whims, served as a tremendous ego boost.

Moreover, this strange dynamic served an unexpected purpose for Andrea. Beyond the thrill of power, it became a means of destressing, a way to release the tension that had been building up in her life. For those few moments, the pressures of her family issues, school, and other expectations faded away, allowing her to indulge in the satisfaction of domination—albeit in a twisted, misguided sort of way. What started as a mere prank had grown into a dangerous source of pleasure, and Andrea found herself increasingly addicted to the heady mix of power and amusement, completely oblivious to the internal turmoil it was inflicting on Mabel.

***

By the time Andrea returned back from her shower, Mabel had tears in her eyes at the indignity of the situation. She had not dared to disobey Andrea and was forced to suck on the gym socks. Forced into a degrading role, Mabel gulped as she tried to avoid swallowing too much of secretions from the gym socks, grimacing as the salty flavor of sweat mixed with her own saliva soaked into the fabric, the dampness only serving to compound her shame.

“You look so cute with your cheeks puffed out like that,” Andrea teased, oblivious or perhaps indifferent to Mabel’s distress. “Let’s get to work.” With that, Andrea packed her belongings, her demeanor bright and carefree, striding toward the library without a backward glance.

Mabel felt mortified at the thought of being caught out with a pair of Andrea’s socks in her mouth in public. She felt her life would be over if something like that happened. She slowly moved through the corridor, hugging the walls and making sure no one caught sight of her. It took some time but she finally reached the library and was met with the final boss… the Librarian, Edna Pembly. At forty, with an air of perpetual irritation and a no-nonsense demeanor, Ms. Pembly was the epitome of a stern, single woman who took pleasure in policing the transgressions of others.

Andrea who was waiting by the library door grinning at Mabel’s antics walked into the library after seeing her reach the front door. She walked past waving at Ms. Pembly earning herself a glare and a snort. Mabel watched as she wracked her brain on how to get past Ms. Pembly without getting caught. Andrea reached the bottom of the stairwell before turning back, her expression mischievous. With a teasing flourish, she raised both hands as if to wave goodbye, only to swiftly fold down one finger, then another, initiating what Mabel now recognized as a countdown. Mabel knew better than to let Andrea reach the end of her countdown.

In a frantic bid to mask her anxiousness, Mabel quickly donned her earphones and cranked the volume up to its maximum. The pulsing beat of the music dulled her surroundings, allowing her to pretend she was lost in her own little world. She buried her face in her bag, pretending to search for something.
With resolve, she dashed towards the staircase leading to the second floor, ignoring everything and everyone around her.

“Is that you, Miss Carter? Hey… Jeez… Kids these days…” Ms. Pembly called out, her voice tinged with disapproval. Mabel caught a glimpse of the librarian waving her over out of the corner of her eye which she deliberately ignored. Ignoring the voice calling out to her, she sprinted past Andrea, who was unable to hide a smirk as she watched from the stairway.

They reached the second floor without incident, and Mabel finally took a breath of relief. The quiet of the upper level gave her a sense of peace, and the fact that Ms. Pembly had chosen not to follow made her sigh in relief. A wave of triumph washed over her as she felt the adrenaline begin to ebb.
“Thankfully you made it without getting caught. Would have been a shame if I had to share you with Ms. Pembly.”

The very thought made Mabel cringe, but after a minute of thinking she couldn’t help but recognize how strange it was that she had normalized this whole thing, and now actually felt being in this thing with Andrea was better than doing it with someone else, rather than abhorring the whole thing equally.
‘I guess a pretty face really does go a long way…’ Mabel thought, catching herself in that line of reasoning. She quickly shook her head, dismissing the absurd notion that had crossed her mind.

She opened her mouth and slowly pulled the sodden wad out of her mouth wincing at the sticky mess it had turned into in the one hour it had stayed in her mouth. Just as she was about to toss it away, but she caught Andrea’s gaze at the last moment. Something in the way Andrea watched her made her hesitate, she instead gently placed it on the chair next to her, secretly apologizing to the next person who was going to use that seat.

Andrea smirked slyly at the change in Mabel’s attitude before casually opening up her book. Mabel sighed at how easily she was getting toyed with by Andrea, she had been on the backfoot ever since the very first day and didn’t know what to do to fix things now that they had reached this stage. Their dynamic had been fixed by this point and it was hard for Mabel to break away and try to disobey Andrea.

If she had rebelled early on and taken a chance then she might have been able to salvage things, but now with days’ worth of blackmail evidence, it would be hard for her to refute any of Andrea’s claims. Her only chance now was to get to Andrea’s cloud and any other area where she might have stashed her blackmail material if she wanted to go free. The day finally came to an end with Mabel trying to figure out a way to escape from the grasp of her bully even as she worked to help her with her studies.

***

TBC

It's great fun reading this.

Part 3:

As the days turned into weeks, Andrea’s grip on their bizarre relationship only tightened, shifting from playful teasing to something darker and more aggressive. Mabel had unwittingly fallen into a submissive role, and Andrea appeared all too eager to assert her dominance further. She kept pushing Mabel further at every point, trying to break her spirit and forcing her into even more degrading and humiliating circumstances whenever possible.

One small comfort was that Andrea kept to some semblance of a boundary. She didn’t try anything while they were in the library studying and treated her with a modicum of respect, if not extreme respect as a tutor, she at least treated her as an equal. She also made sure to not pull anything during school hours or anything after they were done with their study sessions. Mabel had been afraid of Andrea escalating further by encroaching on her daily life but she for some reason seemed disciplined enough to keep her shenanigans to a set number of hours per day.

At this point, the girl was a low-key mystery to Mabel. She was a hot and beautiful teenager and a social butterfly to boot. The volleyball team ace with friends and prospective boyfriends at every turn, but in her private moments after school, she seemed to relish spending time with Mabel, at least spending time breaking Mabel in and humiliating her.

Most of Andrea's antics had an uncomfortable, almost sexual undercurrent, and it seemed like she had a new boyfriend lined up every time she ended a relationship. Mabel couldn't help but wonder what was going on with her. Initially, she had thought that Andrea might be a lesbian, feeling drawn to Mabel in a way that suggested comfort and safety. However, after enduring several days of cruel teasing at Andrea's hands, Mabel’s perspective shifted. No one who had genuine feelings for someone would treat them that way—especially not in such a sadistic manner. Mabel couldn’t imagine wishing such humiliation on anyone, even the people she disliked the most.

After the library incident, Mabel started carrying a face mask to make sure to be ready for such a situation. Of course, Andrea could always order her to not wear it, but it was better to be prepared just in case. The level of control Andrea had over Mabel was honestly kind of disconcerting. Mabel felt like she was slowly sinking into quicksand with no one to bail her out. Andrea also seemed to be slowly escalating every week or so, like she was looking up new ways to humiliate and tame Mabel.

The next stage of Andrea’s descent into domination involved physical intimidation. On particularly defiant days, she would step on Mabel, pressing her foot against Mabel's face and pinning her to the floor. The weight of Andrea’s body pressed against Mabel was overwhelming, the world around her fading as she felt crushed and degraded beneath the sole of her tormentor. With each degrading act, Andrea reveled in her control, blissfully unaware—or perhaps unconcerned—about the emotional scars she was inflicting on Mabel, who struggled to reconcile her reality with the increasing intensity of her subjugation.

The first time it happened had shaken Mabel to the core; Andrea's hand came down against Mabel’s cheek—a sharp slap that echoed in the otherwise quiet locker room. Mabel's eyes widened in shock, her body instinctively recoiling from the sudden pain. It hadn’t really hurt that much; it was the humiliation of being hit and having to take it with her head bowed. This was the first time Mabel had been bitch slapped in her life, even her parents had never disciplined her physically until now. Andrea laughed, the sound a mix of amusement and delight at having exerted her authority without any repercussions. The thrill of having such power seemed to course through her veins, as her eyes shined bright, compelling her to take things further.

After that first slap, it felt like the floodgates had opened up, and Andrea felt more comfortable putting her hands on Mabel. Even though most of her actions weren’t meant to physically hurt Mabel, it felt like Andrea was specifically looking into ways to humiliate Mabel. She slowly escalated to pinching and tickling Mabel to get a rise out of her while they were in front of others like Ms. Pembly the librarian. The face slaps also slowly gave way to swats on her ass and breasts, which escalated into a more humiliating practice.

Mabel found herself subjected to spanking, a humiliating act that stripped her of any semblance of remaining dignity. Andrea would treat her like a misbehaving child, laughing as she delivered stinging swats, her expression a mix of mockery and enjoyment. A new level of embarrassment enveloped Mabel with each act of punishment.

Andrea seemed to enjoy physically dominating Mabel as much as she did mentally. They would wrestle each other for a few minutes sometimes whenever Mabel was opposed to an order, usually, it felt like Andrea gave such orders just to get a rise out of Mabel and to physically showcase she was superior to Mabel. All Andrea had to do was blackmail her with the photos to get Mabel to obey like a mindless slave but she seemed to relish these moments of holding Mabel down and taunting her.

The very first time when Andrea had ordered her to lie down on her lap Mabel had protested fierce and was swiftly taught a lesson…

***

“It feels to me like you’ve been getting a little snarky with me lately, nerd, it’s time I teach you a lesson.”

Mabel rolled her eyes mentally, not daring to do the same to Andrea’s face. By now Mabel had gotten used to the occasional slap that Andrea threw out to stun her and keep her on her feet. She had been thinking of ways to get to Andrea’s phone, she had even got her hands on it once or twice but the pattern lock and fingerprint kept her out. These days, she spent most of her time contemplating how to get Andrea’s passcodes and finally rid herself of this nightmare.

“Get over here and lie down on my lap, flip up that cute little skirt so that Mommy can dish out some much-needed punishment to the naughty child.”

Mabel felt the creeps at Andrea’s sudden shift. Even her parents had never resorted to spanking her. The thought of getting spanked by a girl her own age was too embarrassing to even contemplate. Mabel wasn’t sure what to do next but knew that she was not getting up on Andrea’s lap without a fight. Andrea noticing the familiar look of defiance on Mabel’s face smirked and without warning, she lunged forward, seizing Mabel’s wrist with surprising speed. Mabel gasped and instinctively tried to pull away, but Andrea’s athleticism was evident; she was quick and strong, and Mabel wasn’t prepared for the struggle that ensued. The ground felt hard beneath her as Andrea tackled her down, pinning her with ease.
It didn’t take long for the tables to turn completely. Mabel found herself trapped, her wrists securely held behind her back and pressed down against the floor by Andrea’s knee, firmly anchoring her in place at the small of her back. While straddling Mabel, Andrea proceeded to slap Mabel across her ass in a playful manner.

“ Can’t believe you actually thought you could get away from me, I own your ass, literally. I’m afraid I’ll have to increase your punishment for that little stunt.”

Slap! Slap!

Andrea proceeded to slap Mabel across the ass, enjoying the girl’s efforts to flip her over, she straddled Mabel efficiently, making sure to always stay on top of her. Mabel had no self-defence training as such and her little efforts to throw Andrea off of her was mostly in vain. Andrea seemed to enjoy holding Mabel in place and continued to hold her down under her until she was fed up of the pointless struggle.

“You should know when to give up, nerd. Now, I’ll have to restrain you.”

Andrea proceeded to pull her school tie and a scarf out of her bag and used the school tie to bind Mabel’s wrists behind her back. She forcefully pulled both her wrists together and ensured the tie was tight enough to not slip.

“Just stay still,” Andrea commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument as she bound Mabel’s wrists, ensuring the tie was tight enough to prevent any chance of escape. Mabel could feel the fabric digging into her skin, a tangible reminder of her helplessness.

She then pulled off the pair of gym socks she was wearing and proceeded to pinch Mabel’s nose shut, forcing her to open her mouth in order to breathe. Mabel tried holding her breath even though she knew it was futile; she held on for as long as she could before finally opening her mouth to breathe and felt Andrea stuff the nasty gym socks in her mouth methodically. The sweaty gym socks were thoroughly stuffed into her mouth making sure they filled her cheeks.

Andrea then used her scarf to hold the socks in place by tying a knot in the middle such that the knot was tied snugly in her mouth preventing Mabel from spitting the socks out. She also used Mabel’s own tie to bind her legs together. The feeling of the rough fabric against her tongue was both humiliating and terrifying, leaving her feeling utterly powerless. It was Andrea's way of putting her in her place, reminding her who held the reins in their twisted hierarchy.

“There, now that’s better.”

Andrea grabbed Mabel by her one-sided braided ponytail, wrapping the long ponytail around her wrist like a leash. She used the hair leash to drag Mabel up making her whimper into the tight gag. She slowly positioned Mabel over her lap face down with her ass sticking out, her white panties now in plain view considering her skirt had ridden up. Andrea used one of her hands to hold Mabel in place, locking her hands down at the small of her back.

“Naughty little nerd. You should have just submitted to your fate, Mommy’s going to enjoy reddening this lovely ass of yours.”

Slap! Slap!

Mabel whimpered at the assault on her ass, biting into the nasty socks each time Andrea’s hand came down on her ass. This only served to squeeze the socks and release more of Andrea’s juices into her mouth.

“I give you permission to squeal, but be careful, I have locked the door but this room isn’t soundproof, if someone walks past, they might wonder what all the noise is about.”

Slap! Slap!

After a few minutes of such treatment, Mabel became subdued and compliant. She had squirmed and whimpered, but Andrea had held her down firmly. By now her clothes were disheveled, her ass had turned red, and she was out of breath breathing raggedly through her nose. She knew by this point that there was no escape for her unless Andrea allowed it and stopped trying to resist, hoping the lack of resistance would make the whole thing move forward quicker.

Andrea seemed to relish the moment of Mabel’s will fading. She grabbed Mabel by her hair, forcing her to look at Andrea as she slapped her ass. Mabel looked at Andrea submissively, mewling slightly as if to beg for mercy. As much as she tried to resist Andrea’s domination, it usually didn’t take long for Andrea to break her spirit, by now she had learned that it was best to submit and give in to her, and hope for the best.

Slap!

Andrea ended her fun with one final hard smack, which made Mabel shudder. Andrea untied Mabel before going off to shower. Mabel massaged her wrists as she slowly tried to compose herself, she flushed in embarrassment as she felt a wet patch that had formed in her panties. The intensity of that final smack had sent ripples through her and made her insides vibrate making her squirt into her panties. It had taken all of her willpower to not moan out loud, she wasn’t sure if she could look Andrea in the eyes again if she had. It was kind of insane how she could hate something so much, but also feel pleasure from it. She just hoped Andrea hadn’t noticed her little accident at the end.

***

A month had passed by now and Andrea had established her dominion over Mabel. They had also been going to the library every day, and Andrea’s grades had improved drastically as a result. Ms. Hastings was happy and proud of how things had turned out, she had promised to provide Mabel with the letter she needed within a week or so, but this was the farthest thing on Mabel’s mind at that point. She had tried to come up with a lot of ways to get out of this but everything hinged on getting her hands on Andrea’s stash of blackmail material and she had reached nowhere. She had hesitated to try randomly as she knew if she failed once then everything would be over. Andrea was coming up with innovative ways to humiliate Mabel, and she was also starting to make some very risky choices bordering on public display. The last straw was on the day when she called Mabel over before sports practice started.

The locker room was dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of disinfectant. A few lockers stood ajar, clothes strewn about carelessly, and the echoes of laughter and chatter faded as the last of the cheerleaders exited, leaving Andrea and Mabel alone. Andrea had a twisted and excited expression on her face which kind of scared Mabel. Her instincts told her to run, but she knew she was trapped.

“Come here, nerd,” Andrea commanded, her tone sharp and authoritative. Mabel hesitated, catching a glimpse of the glint in Andrea's eyes that sent a shiver down her spine. She took a tentative step forward, fully aware of the game that was unfolding.

In a swift motion, Andrea grabbed Mabel's hands and pulled them behind her back. She pinned Mabel against the locker and pressed down making her whimper. “I think it’s time for a little fun,” she said, her voice dripping with malicious glee. Before Mabel could protest, Andrea had her tie out, expertly winding it around Mabel’s wrists, securing them tightly at the small of her back.

“Now you’re all mine, and since you’ve been such a naughty girl, I think it’s time to silence that smart mouth of yours.”
Andrea reached into her gym bag and pulled out a pair of pink panties. She swiftly wadded them up before forcing them onto Mabel’s face forcing her to breathe into them.

“I was thinking of doing this for the whole of today, and might have fingered myself a little, sucking it dry should keep you occupied while I go score some points.”

With a swift motion, she stuffed the wadded-up panties into Mabel's mouth, muffling any words that tried to escape. She methodically packed it in before pulling out another pair of red cotton panties which had probably been there since the day before. “This one is just so you don’t make a squeak by mistake.”
She proceeded to stuff the other one as well, making sure to prod them all the way in. She pulled out a microfoam tape and proceeded to wrap it around Mabel’s mouth, she winded it around her little head five to six times before she was satisfied. She leaned in, her face inches from Mabel’s, before grabbing her by the chin and turning her head left and right to inspect the gag.

“There, that’s better. Now for the real treat.”

Andrea used the tape to bind Mabel’s legs and torso until she was sure Mabel would be helpless and bound captive unless she decided to free her. She then pushed Mabel towards her locker and crammed her inside unceremoniously. “Just think of this as a little timeout. Better stay quiet as a mouse if you don’t want some snoopy bitch to find you tied up and munching on my used panties.”

With that, Andrea closed the locker door laughing out loud, leaving Mabel in the cramped space, her body tightly bound and her mouth gagged. The dim light barely penetrated the small gap, and Mabel could only hear the muffled sound of Andrea’s footsteps retreating. Panic began to rise as she realized the reality of her situation. As she struggled against her bonds, the only thing she could do was wait in silence, hoping against hope that someone would come and free her from this nightmare.

As Mabel crouched in the dark confines of the locker, she held her breath, her heart pounding in her chest. The air was stifling, and the panties stuffed in her mouth made it difficult to breathe. She could hear faint sounds outside, the echoes of laughter and chatter growing louder, and her stomach twisted with anxiety. She didn’t know how much time had passed but she felt like time had slowed down to a crawl. It felt like forever before the final bell rang signaling the end of club hours, and she still had no idea how long she would be left in this humiliating predicament.

She could hear the giggle and chatter of girls as they were getting dressed. Just when Mabel thought she couldn’t be any more terrified, she heard the unmistakable sound of a lock clicking open. The locker door swung wide, and there was Andrea, a mischievous grin plastered across her face. Mabel's pulse raced as she locked eyes with her tormentor, fear evident in her wide gaze.

“Look who’s tucked away! Were you enjoying your little time out, Mabel?” Andrea taunted in a whisper; her tone mockingly sweet. Mabel shook her head desperately, silently pleading for Andrea to close the door, her eyes pleading more eloquently than words ever could.

Andrea revelled in Mabel’s fear, leaning closer to whisper, “You’re adorable, you know that? Maybe we should let the other girls in on our little secret.” Mabel felt a shiver run down her spine as she heard footsteps approaching. Panic surged within her—who was it? Would someone find her like this, bound and gagged? Her heart raced, almost bursting with dread as the heavy footfalls grew closer, echoing ominously in the small space.
“Well, maybe another time.” With that, she shut the locker door, plunging Mabel back into darkness.

Just as the door clicked shut, Mabel heard footsteps stop. She heard Andrea talking to two other girls from the volleyball team, inviting her out or something. Mabel could barely contain herself, the urge to scream battling the overwhelming fear that gripped her. It was a terrifying thought—what would happen if someone discovered her in this state? Would they laugh, or worse, would they tell everyone? The humiliation and fear felt like a lead weight in her stomach, and she felt on the verge of tears.

As Mabel held her breath, every second felt like an eternity, hoping that whoever was outside would hurry past. She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing desperately for this nightmare to end, praying that Andrea’s cruel game wouldn’t be discovered by anyone else. Before long Andrea dealt with the two and bid them farewell, she waited for a few more minutes until they had turned the corner before opening the locker door.

“Hope you enjoyed sucking on my pussy juice nerd. I was reluctant to push what we had going, but I saw a video of a girl doing something like this online and I knew I had to do it. Just thinking about you crammed in my locker sucking on soaked panties, scared and just waiting for me to let you go was just too erotic for me.”

Mabel looked at her with her eyes wide, as she felt truly afraid for the first time. She had always felt like Andrea was in control of herself, which had given her a false sense of security. But now, seeing the predatory grin on her face, and having realized Andrea was only going to get worse, she knew she had to do something before it was too late.

***

The events of the day had taken a significant toll on Mabel. She had been beaten and broken down systematically by Andrea over the last month, making her instinctively fear her bully. But what happened today had truly scared her. She knew she couldn’t do anything on her own and needed someone to help her.

She spent a few hours scouring online sites for ways to escape such situations of bullying or blackmail and got a lot of numbers and boards, but none of them had any options to deal with things discretely. Just as she was about to give up hope, she found an obscure post, which she honestly felt was a prank. She had noticed this post before but had never been desperate enough to believe in it.

***

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Mabel sat at her desk with a troubled expression. She had come across the post about Retaliation Services before—a promise of revenge for those who had been bullied. Though she initially felt a tug of intrigue, a nagging suspicion tugged at her mind. This all seemed too convenient, too risky. The warning about providing fake information sent chills down her spine, making her question the legitimacy of the entire operation.

As she scrolled through the list of regions, her heart raced when she saw Crestwood listed among the areas they served. Could this be real? Could this actually provide a chance for justice against her relentless tormentor? Anger and hurt bubbled up inside her, and she felt the weight of being bullied relentlessly lift just slightly at the thought of striking back.

After a moment’s hesitation, she opened the form and began to type out her story in detail. She poured her heart out—sharing the bullying she endured, the sleepless nights filled with anxiety, and the way her confidence had crumbled over time. Each keystroke felt like a release as if she was finally voicing the pain that had been bottled up for the past month.

Once she submitted her response she received an acknowledgement after 30 mins. “Thank you for sharing your case, considering the initial review and the urgency of the case we will make a preliminary review and give you a definite response by the end of the week, our team will contact you once it’s done.”

Mabel leaned back in her chair, “Why did I even bother?” she whispered to herself, feeling idiotic for pouring her heart into something so uncertain. Feeling stupid but also hopeful, she turned off her system hoping the whole thing wasn’t just some elaborate prank.

***

TBC

And so it continues. Superbly.