{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"3c97a973-8235-46ff-ac54-c4c9df43184d","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2025-01-30T22:28:09.382Z","title":"Under Her Thumb - Chapter 1","slug":"under-her-thumb-chapter-1","shortId":"2brkH2n1","authorNote":"Please enjoy the first chapter of my new lesbian humiliation series 'Under Her Thumb'. If you're a fan of my work and want to read more or support my writing, you can always check out my Smashwords store where I sell more chapters and sequels to the free stories I post here, as well as new and exclusive stories. Chapters 2 and 3 are available now there right now! If you want to see Mary's humiliation continue, please follow the link to my store: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/Jasmine%27sPet","disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Shy, straight A student Mary may be on track for a bright future, but her chronic lack of self-esteem or any kind of social life never fails to get her down. But when the sexy, popular Jasmine Summers, asks her for help with their latest project; Mary thinks her luck might finally be about to change. However instead of bonding over an afternoon of study, Jasmine takes advantage of Mary's timid nature; firstly manipulating her into writing the whole project, then leading her down a spiral of humiliation that quickly threatens spin out of control. (All characters aged 18+)","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"5a2cabfa-f07f-4433-984b-9fc8a3fc9d52","title":null,"summary":"Mary Piper had a good life. It wasn't a great life, but it was certainly a good one. As a straight A","wordCount":17597,"readTime":88,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

Mary Piper had a good life. It wasn't a great life, but it was certainly a good one. As a straight A student, she had few worries about getting the grades required to attend her university of choice. Outside of school her days were spent joyfully filling her time with the things she loved; reading, hiking, arts and crafts. It was a peaceful life, and one with which Mary was very content.

Her social life however was a rather different story. Being a total introvert, she struggled to make friends and spent most of her time alone or in the company of her mother. Mary didn't mind too much, but sometimes she would look longingly at the other girls laughing and joking together, or walking arm in arm down the street with their boyfriends, and desperately wish she could have that kind of bond with someone of her own age.

So it came as something of a surprise when one lunchtime, as Mary sat alone eating the lunch her mother had packed for her, someone slid into the chair beside her and proceeded to strike up a conversation. Not just anyone either, but Jasmine Summers; The hottest, most popular girl in school!

Jasmine was pretty much Mary's polar opposite. The two girls had both turned 18 within a week or so of each other, but that was where the similarities ended. Where Mary was shy and retiring, Jasmine was bubbly and outgoing. While Mary hadn't a friend in the world, Jasmine seemed to collect them like stamps. Where Mary was smart and driven, Jasmine was lazy and barely scraped a D in most classes.

\"Hey hun, how you doing?\" Jasmine asked with a wolfish grin, chomping on a bright pink stick of bubble-gum.

Mary stared back in a state of shock. Jasmine had never said so much as a word to her, aside from the usual mocking comments and cruel tricks she played on anyone she and her gaggle of sycophantic friends deemed an easy target. Mary had spent many a lunch hour hunting for her gym kit or textbooks that Jasmine or one of her followers had hidden for their own amusement.

\"Er, well I guess I'm doing alr…\"

\"Great,\" Jasmine interrupted, nonchalantly blowing a bubble with her tongue. \"Hey, are you doing anything after school tomorrow?\"

Again, Mary's brain struggled to form a response. How was it that being this close to someone so beautiful could be so intimidating! It wasn't that Mary was ugly. Sure, her thighs were maybe a tad thicker than she'd have liked, her chubby ass wobbled when she walked and her slight belly was certainly more flab than toned muscle; but she had a pretty face, luscious brown hair and a pair of breasts that often had the boys staring! Still compared to the beautiful Jasmine Summers, Mary felt unworthy of even breathing the same air.

\"N-no, I mean, no I erm, I don't think I've got any plans,\" Mary stammered.

\"Perfect, you can come to my house after school then and help with that big Geography project we got set last week. I'm really struggling to get it finished and I need someone to help me out.\"

Mary couldn't believe her ears! How could someone who had spent the last seven years either ignoring or outright bullying her just presume she'd go out of her way to help with her work? Mary wanted to tell her where to go, yet somehow under Jasmine's intense gaze she couldn't quite get the words out. Maybe it was because helping others was in her nature, or maybe deep down she just really wanted to finally make a friend. Either way Mary felt utterly unable to refuse her.

All the while these conflicting emotions played out in Mary's head, Jasmine simply looked on expectantly, twirling a strand of her jet black hair between her fingers as her eyes sparkled with amusement. When Mary finally replied, her answer surprised neither of them.

\"Yeah, alright then. I've already finished the project, so it shouldn't be too hard to give you a hand with yours.\"

\"Okay good, but make sure to do some more reading, I don't want anyone to think I just copied you.\"

With that Jasmine pushed out her chair and made as if to leave, but at the last minute paused thoughtfully, spat the wad of gum she'd been chewing into her hand and held it out to the dumbfounded Mary.

\"Actually, one more quick thing, I'm in a bit of a hurry, can you find a bin and get rid of this for me?\" She asked, as though it was a perfectly reasonable request.

Mary looked at the saliva coated ball of gum with pure revulsion. She wanted nothing more than to slap away Jasmine's hand and tell her in no uncertain terms that just because she agreed to help with her homework, that didn't mean she could be ordered around or treated like some kind of serving girl.

Yet that's not what Mary did at all. Instead, for some inexplicable reason she didn't quite understand, Mary had nodded, reached out and plucked the chewed-up gum from her new 'friends' hand. Jasmine had grinned down at her with a twinkle of victory in her eye.

\"Thanks, see you tomorrow then!\"

Jasmine had left her clutching the ball of used bubble-gum and staring dumbly at her half-eaten lunch, trying to make sense of what the hell had just happened. Not only had Mary agreed to go out of her way to help someone who'd shown nothing but disdain for her, but she'd been thanked firstly with a demand to do more research, and then by having her hand used as Jasmine's personal dustbin. What the hell was wrong with her? Mary didn't know it yet, but that was a question she would be asking herself a lot over the coming weeks and months, as her life descended into chaos.

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Despite her earlier doubts, Mary awoke the next morning filled with a fresh sense of optimism. Today might be the day she finally made a friend! As much as she loved her peaceful little life, she had to admit it could get a bit lonely. All the girls in the books she read seemed to go on the most amazing adventures with their friends, now maybe it was her turn.

Mary pulled herself out of bed, enjoyed a lovely hot shower and slipped on her favourite dress; a lovely yellow blouse with white polka-dots that her Mother had bought her to celebrate her 18th birthday. Perhaps it was because Jasmine always looked so glamorous, but today Mary felt an unusual urge to dress to impress.

As Mary headed downstairs to make herself some breakfast, she was stopped in her tracks by a sudden knock at the door. That was odd, she thought, who could possibly be calling at this early hour? Tentatively, she paced across and opened the door revealing to her surprise, a grinning Jasmine, looking if anything more stunning than ever.

The raven-haired beauty wore the most brilliant pair of white knee-high socks, which stretched from her black stiletto shoes, right up the lengths of her shapely legs to the top of her thighs. There was then a tantalising flash of skin between them and a very short tartan skirt, above which a ridiculously low cut, white shirt struggled to contain her bulging cleavage. Her face, with its perfect features and mesmerising green eyes, could have belonged to an angel; were it not smiling down at Mary in a similar fashion to which a cat might a cornered mouse.

\"Morning sleepyhead,\" Jasmine chirped cheerfully.

\"Er, morning,\" Mary stammered, confused and unsure what was happening. \"W-what are you doing here?\"

\"I'm here to collect you silly,\" Jasmine said as though she were speaking to a child. \"You promised to come and help with my Geography project, remember?\"

\"Well yeah I remember, you asked if I could come round after school.\"

\"Did I? Oh well, I meant all day. There's a lot of work and you really need to get started.\"

Mary couldn't believe what she was hearing! Surely Jasmine must realise other people have lives and commitments? That people can't just drop everything to help her at a moment's notice?

\"Okay well I'm really sorry, but I can't come right now, I've got school all morning. This afternoon is just a study period though, so I guess I could leave and come round at lunchtime if that helps?\"

\"No, I'm going to need you to come round right away,\" Jasmine said sharply. For a moment she looked annoyed, but within seconds that sickly sweet smile was back on her face. \"Don't worry about school, you can just skip it.\"

From the way Jasmine spoke, you'd have thought she was asking for a small favour, something trivial that wouldn't really be any inconvenience to her. But Mary had never skipped school in her life! She'd never so much as forgotten a piece of homework, so the idea of doing something as serious as bunking off was unthinkable.

\"I-I-I er…\"

Mary wanted desperately to refuse, but the words were somehow caught in her throat. Jasmine was looking at her with a tight smile and a glint of menace in her eye; as though challenging her to refuse. The longer the moment went on, the clearer it became that Mary wasn't capable of meeting the challenge. Plus, she thought to herself, what harm could it possibly do to miss just one day of school? She was top of every class and sailed through any exam with straight A's, it wouldn't be hard to catch up. Whereas the chance to make a friend, especially one as outgoing and popular as Jasmine, might never come round like this again.

\"I… I suppose missing one day wouldn't hurt,\" she agreed reluctantly.

\"Great,\" Jasmine beamed, quickly turning and pacing back up the path. When Mary didn't immediately follow, she looked back and snapped her fingers. \"Come on then, we don't want to waste any more time than we already have.\"

\"Oh sorry,\" Mary called. \"I haven't eaten yet. Is it alright if I quickly grab some breakfast?\"

Jasmine sighed and gave an exaggerated roll of the eyes.

\"Ugh no, I'm not waiting around while you stuff your face. I told you; we need to leave now.\"

Mary's cheeks turned red as she mumbled an apology, hastily slipped on her shoes and, pausing only to grab the bag of Geography textbooks she'd placed by the door last night, hurried after Jasmine without even saying goodbye to her Mother. The two of them walked in silence for a short while; Being so used to her own company, Mary wasn't exactly much of a conversationalist. Then suddenly, a thought struck her.

\"Hang on, aren't you supposed to be in school too?\" Mary asked curiously.

\"No, I'm suspended,\" Jasmine tutted dismissively. \"For bullying, can you believe it?\"

\"Bullying?\"

Mary could most certainly believe it, but she felt telling Jasmine that probably wouldn't be the best start to their friendship.

\"Yeah, I got caught by a teacher making Misty Weaver sit on an ants' nest,\" Jasmine couldn't suppress a chuckle at the memory. \"I don't see how it can be bullying though. I didn't force Misty to do anything, I just pointed out the ants' nest and said I thought it would be really funny if she sat on it.\"

\"You mean she just sat on an ants' nest because you asked her to?\"

\"Yeah, she did! It's really weird, I don't know if it's because I'm pretty or just like, really persuasive, but people always just seem to do whatever I tell them to. Do you know what I mean?\"

Thinking back to the way she'd been so easily convinced to skip school, not to mention the bubble-gum incident yesterday lunchtime, Mary couldn't help but agree.

\"Yeah, I guess,\" Mary replied as casually as she could, looking away to hide her flushed cheeks.

\"It's super annoying, now Misty's parents have moved away so she can't see me anymore,\" Jasmine went on as if Mary hadn't spoken. \"Misty was like my little friend who'd always come over to play with me when I got bored. I couldn't believe it when I heard she was leaving, but it's alright, because now I've got you to take her place!\"

Though she couldn't put her finger on exactly why, something about those words sent a shiver running up Mary's spine. That feeling of unease remained with her as Jasmine led the way through a maze of twisting suburban streets, and to the door of an impressively large, Victoria era house on the edge of the city.

\"My Mom's away for the night on business, so we've got the place to ourselves,\" Jasmine jangled her keys as she unlocked the door and led Mary inside.

Once they were in, Jasmine wasted no time in getting started; grabbing Mary by the hand before she even had a chance to look around and half dragging her down the hallway and up a polished wooden staircase to the first floor. The whole time Mary couldn't help but ogle Jasmine's peachy round ass, transfixed by the way it jiggled and bounced as they climbed each step. Stop that, she thought, shaking her head as she realised what she was doing. She was no lesbian, why was she thinking like this?

Jasmine's bedroom was large and luxurious, with a grand four-poster bed at its centre, stylish furnishings throughout and what looked like a very comfortable chaise longue beside the gleaming bay windows. Mary was led to the bed and gratefully accepted Jasmine's offer to take a seat. She perched on the edge of the fantastically soft mattress, pulled a wire-bound notebook from her bag and flicked it open to the notes she had spent last night painstakingly writing up.

Nerves threatened to get the best of her, but Mary steeled her mind. She may not be great with people, but this was where she shined. In her hands she held 5 pages of detailed notes and the outline of a top-class essay. She knew she could help Jasmine craft this into a brilliant project, and once they'd bonded over that, who knows where their friendship might take them

\"Okay,\" Mary began, starting to feel a little more confident. \"So, I don't know how much you've worked on this already, but I thought a good place to start would be…\"

\"Oh I haven't done any work,\" Jasmine interrupted. \"I've been waiting for you to tell me what to write.\"

Before Mary could form a reply, Jasmine flopped lazily onto the bed next to her and shuffled so that she reclined in comfort on the mound of pillows piled across the bed sheets. Then to Mary's disbelief, the dark haired girl kicked off her black high-heels and casually thrust her stocking clad feet into her lap.

\"Ahh that's so much better,\" Jasmine sighed contently. \"Now go on, what was it you were saying?\"

\"I-I-I-erm,\" Mary spluttered, her newfound confidence deserting her at Jasmine's display of dominance.

\"Come on, spit it out,\" Jasmine giggled.

Breathing deeply, Mary drew on every reserve of strength she possessed and attempted to compose herself.

\"Well, I erm,\" she swallowed before continuing. \"I was just saying that I thought we should start by writing a plan.\"

\"Yeah, I think you should definitely do that,\" Jasmine looked on with disinterest. \"What's the essay going to be about?\"

\"Er that's up to you I suppose, but I thought maybe coastal erosion might be a good…\"

\"Great, do that then. You'll have to do most of it though, I think I skipped that lesson.\"

\"O-okay well that's no problem, I can help you with that. You see coastal erosion is when…\"

Mary tried her best to ignore the feet on her lap and explain the ins and outs of coastal erosion to someone who clearly wasn't the slightest interested in the subject. The task proved rather difficult however, as Hasmine appeared to be far more amused by Mary's discomfort than paying any attention to what she had to say.

\"...which is why this kind of environment is particularly prone to erosion. This is interesting because…\"

Mary froze as she felt movement across her legs and a sudden, gentle pressure against her cheek. Jasmine had lifted her leg and now, with a wolfish grin on her face, seemed to be stroking her toes across Mary's face!

\"W-what are you doing?!\" Mary gasped.

\"Oh nothing, just thinking how cute you look all hot and flustered like that. Do carry on.\"

Surely she couldn't be expected to carry on as normal with Jasmine's feet pushed against her face, could she? Mary looked on pleadingly, but Jasmine's foot stayed right where it was.

\"O-okay, well y-you see it's important because in many coastal areas, limestone…\"

\"Hey can you do me a favour and tell me if my feet smell?\" Jasmine interrupted yet again.

\"W-what? Your feet?\"

\"Yeah I've been wearing these socks for a couple of days now and I want to make sure they don't smell.\"

\"I-I-I-\" Mary was lost for words. This wasn't normal behaviour! You couldn't just ask someone for something like this!

\"Oh come on, it's no big deal. Just give my feet a little sniff and tell me if they smell.\"

Not allowing time to be refused, Jasmine pushed her feet into Mary's face so that her toes practically filled the terrified girl's nostrils.

\"Come on, sniff my feet!\"

Overwhelmed and not knowing what else to do, Mary gave in and breathed deeply through her nose; allowing the scent of the stale sweat that had soaked its way into Jasmine's stockings to flood her senses. The smell repulsed her, but at the same time Mary felt a strange thrill run down her spine.

\"Well?\" Jasmine asked expectantly. \"How do they smell?\"

\"They're er, fine I guess,\" Mary stammered, unable to look Jasmine in the eye.

\"Good, now check the other one.\"

This time Jasmine held her foot a few inches from Mary's face, forcing her to endure the added humiliation of bringing her nose to the sweat soaked socks herself. Without question, Mary began to sniff. Hesitantly at first, but with a little encouragement she soon found herself inhaling deeply; hating the fact that even as her cheeks burned red with shame, a part of her found it almost exciting.

\"So?\"

Jasmine abruptly pulled her foot away and smiled sweetly as though butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

\"Y-yeah, er they're fine too.\"

\"Ah excellent, you can never be too careful,\" Jasmine sighed with satisfaction. \"Thanks for that hun, I knew I could count on you.\"

\"Oh well, er, you're welcome.\"

\"Honestly, I can't tell you how nice it is to have a little friend to help me out with personal stuff like this. Actually, it would be really helpful if you could do this every day. Maybe we could meet up at school and you can check my socks for me then?\"

\"A-at school!\" Mary spluttered incredulously.

\"Yeah, that would be perfect; we could do it in the bathroom. You could kneel on the floor, peel off my shoes and give my feet a good sniff to make sure they're nice and fresh!\"

\"Hey, wait I…\"

\"I guess the bathroom's pretty dirty, it probably won't be nice getting your face that close to the piss covered floor. But I reckon you'll be able to handle it.\"

\"Woah, look I'm sorry but…\"

\"Oh don't worry we'll figure out the details later. Now what were you talking about before? Erosion or something?\"

Mary blinked, taken aback by the sudden change of subject. After all that had just happened, Jasmine sat watching her with anticipation, seemingly expecting to return to their work without mentioning what had just happened. As though having Mary sniff her feet was no more unusual than having her pass over a pencil or lending her some money for the bus.

What was all that about her doing it every day before school too? That was a joke, right? Surely that had to be some kind of bizarre joke that Mary didn't quite understand. Jasmine couldn't possibly think Mary would actually do that, could she?

No, of course it was a joke. Mary almost rolled her eyes that she'd been gullible enough to fall for it. This must just be the kind of good natured teasing that was a part of normal friendships. Taking so long to realise that had Mary feeling like more of a social outcast than ever. Still, if that was ever going to change, now was her moment.

\"Oh yes, I was erm, I was just saying how if we focus on coastal areas made up of…\"

\"Actually, you know what?\" Jasmine butted in yet again. \"This is just too boring for me to ever understand. I think it would be better if you just write the whole thing.\"

\"W-what do you mean? I can't just write the whole thing for you. That would take hours!\"

\"So? I'm happy for you to stay up here working on it all day if you need to.\"

\"Well, I mean… that's not really the issue, I erm…\" Mary scratched her neck awkwardly, trying to conjure the words to make Jasmine see she was asking too much. \"I just don't think it's a good idea. I'm happy to help you out but…\"

\"What do you mean not a good idea?\" Jasmine shrugged her shoulders and screwed up her face as though she couldn't believe Mary was being so stupid. \"Even with your help, I'd get like a B at best; but you're pretty much guaranteed an A. Why would I want to spend hours writing it myself, when you can just do it for me and get a better grade?\"

\"I-I-I- don't…\"

\"Plus look outside, it's such a beautiful sunny day! It doesn't make any sense for us to both waste it working inside, does it?\"

It was strange; the idea of her writing the whole project had seemed ridiculous at first, but the more Jasmine spoke, the more it started to make sense. It would probably be easier to just do it herself, after all she had already written a plan last night. Was Jasmine actually making a good point?

No, a little voice cried out in the back of her head, of course she wasn't! Jasmine was just using her because she was too lazy to write the essay herself. It was painfully obvious, and deep down even Mary knew it. She was just so lonely that she'd let Jasmine walk all over her if she thought it would help them become friends. If Mary had an ounce of self respect, she'd march straight out the door and never look back. Yet predictably, she remained right where she was; frozen on Jasmine's bed like a deer caught in the headlights.

\"Then, when you're done of course, you can come join me in the garden and we can have a bit of fun. If you're lucky there might even be some daylight left!\"

\"H-have fun?\" Mary swallowed nervously. \"You mean, hang out? Like friends?\"

\"Yeah of course,\" Jasmine said, barely suppressing a smirk. \"Exactly like friends. So, what do you say?\"

\"Well… I suppose it would be quicker…\"

\"Ah great, you're a lifesaver,\" Jasmine swung her feet to the floor, sprang up from the bed and paced to the bedroom door before Mary had even finished agreeing to help. \"All the books you need should be in the cupboard, or maybe under the bed? I don't know, you'll just have to look for them.\"

Jasmine scooped up a pair of designer sunglasses from her bedside dresser, which she casually slipped onto her face.

\"Now I'm off to bask in the glorious sunshine. I'll pop up and check on you in a few hours; if I remember!\"

Flashing a final patronising smile, Jasmine turned from the room and shut the door firmly behind her, leaving Mary alone with her thoughts. It was eerily quiet now the beautiful whirlwind had left. She felt almost shell-shocked; left dazed and confused after being swept up in a tide of events over which she had no control. She'd only agreed to come over and help Jasmine with her project, yet not only had she now been talked into doing the whole thing herself, but she'd been utterly humiliated; made to act as Jasmine's personal footrest and sniff her disgusting sweaty socks.

Mary knew she should just leave. Walk out the door and attempt to hold on to what little dignity she had left. But then she'd be right back where she started; a friendless outcast who spent night and lonely night at home with her Mother. No, this was her chance, and she was damn well going to seize it. Armed with a new sense of determination, Mary resolved to do what she did best; burying her head in a textbook and getting to work.

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Three hours later

The early afternoon sun beat harshly through the enormous bay windows, heating the room like a furnace. Once again Mary wiped a hand across her brow to sweep away the river of sweat that gathered there and threatened to run down into her eyes. It had been a pleasantly sunny morning when she'd walked over earlier, but the temperature had soared in the hours since, leaving poor Mary feeling like she was working in an oven.

Already she was rueing the decision not to bother bringing a bottle of water. Naturally she'd assumed Jasmine would offer refreshments, but her beautiful host hadn't reappeared and for all Mary knew, had completely forgotten she was here. This of course also meant that as well as being made to skip breakfast, she hadn't been offered lunch or even a small snack. Her belly was rumbling, her throat cried with thirst, and she was sweating like a pig. It was fair to say that so far, Mary was having a thoroughly miserable day.

Despite her discomfort, the work itself was going swimmingly. It hadn't taken Mary long to pull her notes together and now she was well on her way to crafting the perfect essay. She would probably be done in another hour or two, and part of her was relishing the challenge of completing the project for a second time. Though much to her annoyance, this second attempt was just as good if not marginally better than the one she'd written for herself at home!

The sharp buzzing of her phone snapped Mary from her thoughts. For a horrible moment she was terrified that someone from the school had noticed her absence and was trying to call her, or worse, her Mother! But when she flipped the device and saw the caller ID, her shoulders sagged with relief.

\"Hello?\" She answered nervously.

\"Hey hun, how's it going,\" Jasmine's voice sang down the phone.

\"Oh fine thanks, I'm making some really good progress. Hopefully it won't take me too much longer and we can…

\"Great, great; just make sure you don't rush it OK? I want an A at the end of this!\"

\"Yeah, of course,\" Mary replied, wondering how someone she'd done so much for could possibly be so ungrateful.

\"That's what I like to hear. Now, I was just calling because I know you've been working super hard for me, and I thought you might like a little break?\"

\"Oh yeah, yeah I'd really like that!\"

Mary's heart skipped a beat with excitement. Finally she could escape this boiling box of a room, cool down in the garden with a cold drink and maybe enjoy a spot of lunch with her new friend.

\"Perfect, how about you come down and join me in the garden then?\"

\"Sure, I'll be down in a sec.\"

\"Good. Bring me a glass of lemonade with plenty of ice while you're at it. There's a bottle in the fridge.\"

With an abrupt click, Jasmine hung up and the line went dead. Mary bristled a little at her demanding tone, and the fact she hadn't even waited for an answer to her request. Though she had to admit, an ice cold glass of lemonade sounded like a bloody good idea! Already tasting that cool, sweet lemonade on her tongue, Mary excitedly made her way out of the roasting hot bedroom, and down the stairs to Jasmine's thankfully far cooler kitchen.

Relieved to have escaped from Jasmine's sweatbox of a bedroom, Mary felt much better about herself as she carefully filled two glasses with lemonade. The cool liquid bubbled and fizzed as it ran across the ice cubes frosty surface; leaving Mary licking her lips with anticipation. God she couldn't wait to guzzle it down!

Refreshments in hand, Mary made her way out through the sliding glass door and into the dazzling sunshine. The garden beyond was filled with a colourful array of flowers, a perfectly manicured lawn and some truly spectacular water-features; but all that melted away the moment Mary laid eyes on her beautiful host.

Jasmine was sprawled out on a fully reclined garden chair; a picture of blissful relaxation. Wearing only her designer sunglasses and a remarkably skimpy, scarlet bikini, the beautiful young woman was a truly striking sight. A slick sheen of sweat covered every inch of her pale skin, gleaming enticingly in the sunlight. Mary blushed as she realised she'd never seen so much flesh on show in her life!

\"There's my little worker bee,\" Jasmine turned and greeted her with a smile as she approached. \"You didn't forget my drink, did you?\"

\"No, I've got it right here,\" Mary replied politely, holding out a glass.

\"Ohh you've brought me two!\" Jasmine beamed with delight. \"That's so sweet of you.\"

Mary was so taken aback; she didn't even attempt to resist as Jasmine reached out and grabbed both glasses for herself.

\"You're really good at this you know; most people would have just made one, but you must really want me to feel looked after.\"

\"Well erm yes… no problem\" Mary stuttered. \"But… do you er, do you think maybe…\"

\"Maybe what?\" Jasmine asked sweetly.

\"M-maybe I could have a glass as well?\"

Jasmine peered over her sunglasses with a raised eyebrow.

\"That's funny, I didn't see you bring any lemonade?\"

\"N-no I didn't, but it's just I got so hot and thirsty up there doing all that work for you. And there's still a lot left in the b…\"

\"But that's mine, I might want some more later,\" Jasmine threw her a look of disgust that despite everything, somehow still brought a pang of guilt to Mary's stomach. \"You can't just help yourself to all my stuff you know?\"

\"Y-Yeah, I know. It's just…\"

\"Good,\" Jasmine said sharply, as though the matter was settled. \"There is something you can do for me though.\"

She placed one of the glasses down in the shade and after a moment's fumbling, reached back and handed Mary a large bottle of sun lotion.

\"My legs need a little top up, so how about you be a doll and rub it in for me?\"

An ice-cold grip clawed at Mary's chest. Had she heard right? Did Jasmine really want her to rub lotion into her long, shapely legs? God, she'd never touched anyone like that before in her life! This was too much; Mary's brain cried out for her to put a stop to this, but her body didn't seem to listen. Instead of putting her foot down, Mary accepted the bottle and with trembling fingers awkwardly prised open the lid and allowed the viscous liquid to spill into the palm of her hand.

\"Go on, kneel on the floor here,\" Jasmine gestured to the solid stone patio beside her feet. \"It will be easier than bending down.\"

Swallowing nervously, Mary did as she was told. Ignoring the groans of her knees as they scraped against the hard stone, she chambered down and knelt beside Jasmine's luxurious reclining chair. Ever so slowly, as though scared touching them might scold her fingertips, Mary brought her hands to Jasmine's smooth, slender legs, and began to rub the lotion into her skin.

Her heart raced as she rubbed up and down the length of Jasmine's legs; coating them in lotion and leaving them gleaming in the brilliant sunlight. From her dainty ankles, right the way up her calves, over her knees and around her meaty thighs, there wasn’t an inch of skin below Jasmine's bikini line that escaped Mary's touch.

It didn't evade Mary's notice that this was by a distance the most sensual, intimate experience of her life. The shy virgin had always imagined her first moment of true intimacy being a cute boy nervously stealing a first kiss after a day spent wooing her, perhaps over a picnic in the park or during a sunset stroll. She'd certainly never imagined it would involve rubbing lotion into the legs of her school bully, after a day spent being used and taken advantage of!

\"Ahh thanks, that's so much better,\" Jasmine sighed contently, laying back on her chair and looking up at the brilliant blue sky as though Mary wasn't even there. \"Hey while you're down there, how about you give me a little foot rub?\"

\"A-a foot rub?\"

\"Yeah I love a good foot rub! It's such a great way to relax, and it just makes me feel all pampered and looked after. Like a princess, you know?\"

\"Er yeah, I suppose… since I'm down here anyway…\"

Alright, this was definitely starting to get weird, Mary thought as she shuffled around to the foot of the chair. She didn't know much about friendship, but she was pretty certain it wasn't normal for friends to give each other foot rubs, was it?

Mary had never done anything like this before, but she'd seen it done in movies and on TV countless times, and surely there couldn't be that much to it? Carefully, as though she were cradling some kind of priceless artefact, Mary wrapped her hands around one of Jasmine's pretty feet and pressed her thumbs into the beautiful girl's sole.

An almost orgasmic moan escaped Jasmine's lips as Mary's thumbs danced across her feet, rubbing circles across the wrinkled skin of her arches and around the ball at her heel. Her whole body seemed to sink into the chair and her face broke out in a satisfied smile.

\"Oh God, that feels amazing; you're so good at this! It's like you were just made to rub feet.\"

Mary could only blush in response; not sure if she was being mocked or complimented.

\"Yes… we can definitely do this again,\" Jasmine sighed contently. \"I think you'll be spending a lot more time rubbing my feet from now on.\"

\"Haha yeah I guess,\" Mary chuckled nervously, worried at how one-sided this 'friendship' was becoming. \"Hey maybe next time, you could return the favour?\"

\"Oh no I don't think so,\" Jasmine said dismissively. \"You're so much better at it than me. I think you can do enough rubbing for the both of us.\"

As if that logic put an end to the matter, Jasmine turned her head and closed her eyes; seemingly lost in a world of relaxation. Nothing was said, but Mary knew she was expected to remain kneeling in silence, massaging the feet of the girl who'd spent all day taking advantage of her. Which is of course, exactly what she did.

For what felt like hours Mary stayed in that position; knelt on the hard, unforgiving stone with only Jasmine's sweaty feet for company. Every now and then her beautiful tormentor absent-mindedly crossed her legs and rested whichever foot wasn't receiving Mary's attention gently against her cheek. Along with the odd sigh of pleasure, it was the only sign Jasmine gave that she even realised Mary was there at all.

By now the midday sun was at its peak, and its harsh rays beat down relentlessly. For Jasmine, lounging around in a skimpy bikini, this was pretty much the perfect temperature; Mary however was starting to struggle. Fully clothed and working hard, sweat poured from every inch of her body, while thirst clawed at her throat worse than ever; God, what she wouldn't do for just a tiny sip of water!

It was strange, perhaps dehydration was sending her delirious, but the longer she spent knelt staring at those feet, the more the rest of the world seemed to melt away. It was like she was in a trance; where nothing else existed but those beautiful, high arches and perfectly manicured toes. So, it was quite a shock when the sound of ice cubes clinking snapped her abruptly back to reality. Mary looked on with jealous eyes as Jasmine brought the glass to her lips and drained the ice-cold lemonade; smacking her lips with satisfaction.

“Ahhhhh, now that’s refreshing!”

Jasmine placed the empty glass on the patio floor and picked up the ‘spare’ drink Mary had made for herself. She brought it to lips and took a sip, then pulled it back and frowned dubiously.

“You know, I think two glasses may have been excessive; One was definitely enough.\"

To Mary’s horror; Jasmine flicked her wrist and hurled the unwanted lemonade into the flower bed beside her.

“N-n-noo…” Mary whimpered pathetically, distraught at seeing the hydration she craved being so casually tossed away.

“What was that?” Jasmine peered over her sunglasses in confusion, then glanced at the ice melting slowly into the flower bed and grinned knowingly. “Oh yeah, you were thirsty weren’t you? Ugh I’m sorry, I’m super forgetful with things like that.”

After a day of having her needs ignored and being treated like a doormat, this was the straw that broke the camel's back. Her eyes began to well with tears and her bottom lip quivered cartoonishly.

\"Oh my God, are you actually going to cry? That's so pathetic,\" Jasmine rolled her eyes, then sighed begrudgingly. \"Look, like I said the lemonade's mine, but I guess if you're really that desperate, we could maybe find you something else to drink.\"

\"R-really?\" Mary stammered, mouth watering at the prospect.

\"Yeah I guess, trouble is all the stuff in the kitchen is mine and I might want it later, so I'm not really sure what I can give you.\"

Jasmine paused and stroked her chin thoughtfully, before inspiration struck and her face lit up with excitement.

\"Hey I know, in this weather my feet are super sweaty! Why don't you just drink that?\"

\"Y-your sweat?\" Mary asked fearfully, eyes wide as saucers.

\"Yeah, look I'm absolutely dripping in it,\" Jasmine raised her foot from Mary's grasp and held it up so her wet skin glistened in the sunlight. \"See how juicy my toes are? Go on, give them a suck.\"

Mary fought a rising tide of panic in her chest. She knew this was madness, that to do as Jasmine asked would mean surrendering what little dignity she had left. Yet all day it had felt like this remarkable girl had a hold over her; like no matter how outrageous her requests, Mary was too weak, intimated and desperate to be liked to refuse her. Even now, being asked to do something so disgusting as sucking the sweat from her toes, Mary could already feel her resolve crumbling.

It came as a surprise to neither of them when Mary slowly brought her lips to the tip of Jasmine's big toe and gently parted them, allowing the digit to slip into her waiting mouth. Her heart pounded like a jackhammer as Jasmine's toe pressed down on her tongue, filling her mouth with the salty taste of sweaty feet. It wasn't exactly thirst quenching, but even so Mary clamped her lips around the toe and sucked like it was a lollipop; desperate for any moisture she could find.

With Jasmine gleefully encouraging her, Mary took each toe individually into her mouth, and tenderly sucked them dry. Her cheeks burned with shame; this was without doubt the most degrading experience of her life. She'd never before felt so worthless and small as she did at that moment, sucking the sweat from Jasmine's toes, purely for the cruel bully's amusement. Mary wasn't stupid enough to think this had anything to do with her thirst; she knew very well that Jasmine was simply doing this because she enjoyed humiliating her, and she was too much of a pushover to fight back.

What scared Mary most of all however wasn't the ordeal itself, but the fact that there was a part of her that found the way Jasmine was treating her rather… thrilling! Sat in her stomach side by side with the fear and burning shame was a sense of excitement that she couldn't deny was growing by the second. Pleasurable sensations were building between her legs that Mary had never felt before. She was confused about what this meant and scared that things were going too far, but with Jasmine's toes lodged firmly in her mouth, those worries seemed to just melt away.

\"Wow look at you go! You were a thirsty girl weren't you?\" Jasmine grinned with delight. \"Hey why don't you come up here? I've got plenty more for you to enjoy.\"

Mary looked up to see Jasmine had lifted one arm behind her head like a pillow, and with her free hand was seductively tracing a finger around her now exposed armpit. Her gut sank as Mary realised Jasmine's intention, though her body acted on autopilot, crawling around the reclining chair until she knelt at Jasmine's side. The whole time her eyes were glued to the smooth, strangely inviting patch of skin beneath the bully's arm. There was something taboo about the sight of it; like she was peeking behind the curtain and seeing something she shouldn't.

Fear tightened its grip as she slowly brought her face closer and closer to Jasmine's body, until right at the last she froze, unable to bring herself any further. For a moment Mary thought she'd reached her limit, that there was only so far she could be pushed and being made to drink the sweat from under someone's arm was just a step too far. Then she felt a hand cup the back of her head, and offered no resistance as Jasmine gently guided her over those last few inches, pulling her in until Mary's face was snugly nuzzled beneath her arm.

\"Come on darling, drink up!\"

At Jasmine's command, Mary unfurled her tongue and tried not to gag as she lapped at the river of sweat leaking from the beautiful girl's armpit. The pungent smell of fresh sweat filled her nostrils and the salty, musky taste of it took over her mouth as she ran her tongue across Jasmine's smooth, white skin. She could feel the sweat pooling on her tongue and trickling down her throat as she went. The feeling disgusted her, yet somehow she craved more.

Once Jasmine was satisfied she'd cleaned out one armpit, she lifted her other arm and had Mary lean across to drink her fill from the other. Their bodies now pressed together, and Mary realised with a flush of excitement that only the thin fabric of her dress separated her from Jasmine's bikini clad chest. As if sensing her arousal, Jasmine rested a hand playfully on Mary's bottom, and whispered soothing as she licked.

\"There you go, that's better isn't it? You look much happier now you're licking my sweat.\"

Lick, lick, lick

\"Take your time honey, I want you to make sure you savour every drop.\"

Lick, lick, lick

\"You really love my armpits huh? That's pretty weird, you're lucky I'm being so good to you.\"

Eventually, once Jasmine decreed her pits had been licked dry, Mary was returned to her position knelt on the patio; while Jasmine sat up and swung around so that she had a foot planted either side of Mary's knees and towered menacingly over her timid, kneeling victim.

\"Better?\" She asked innocently.

It wasn't better at all. If anything, the salty sweat had just left her more thirsty than ever, though Mary knew admitting as much would do her no go.

\"Y-yes, thank you.\"

\"Good,\" Jasmine beamed. \"And you know if you are still thirsty, I've just realised that I've got this.\"

Reaching down into a cool bag concealed behind her chair, Jasmine produced a bottle of water so chilled it was positively dripping in condensation. Mary let out a pathetic whimper, unable to believe she'd been made to drink Jasmine's sweat while this heavenly bottle had been sitting just inches away.

\"O-oh God,\" Mary croaked. \"I-I'd really like to have some if that's alright?\"

\"Really? Even after you drank all that sweat you still want more?\"

\"P-please!\" Mary begged. \"Please Jasmine… I'm so thirsty! Please let me have some water… I'll do anything, please!\"

\"Well… alright then, I suppose you can have some,\" Jasmine gave an exaggerated shrug as though giving in to a toddler. \"But I'm going to need a sip first, my mouth is so dry in this heat.\"

The beautiful girl brought the rim of the bottle to her ruby red lips, took a couple of deep gulps and allowed the water to fill mouth. Then as the desperately thirsty Mary watched on in horror, she brought the water to the back of her throat, gargled and swilled it around as though it was mouthwash then spat it back into the bottle.

\"Here you go,\" Jasmine smiled as she held out the bottle expectantly.

The thick, foamy mixture of saliva and backwashed water that filled the bottle turned Mary's stomach, but the poor girl was so thirsty, she was prepared to drink pretty much anything. Not quite believing what she was doing, Mary reached out a trembling hand and accepted the bottle. Jasmine's alluring green eyes sparkled with amusement as she reluctantly unscrewed the cap, and brought the bottle slowly to her lips.

It took every ounce of her willpower not to wretch as the vile concoction hit the back of her throat, but with great effort, Mary managed to control herself and force the liquid down. As much as it disgusted her, Mary couldn't help but groan with relief as the cool drink quenched her desperately parched throat. A small part of her even felt grateful to Jasmine for allowing her to drink this spitty backwash; God what the hell was wrong with her?

After she'd gulped down enough of the bottle to relieve the worst of her thirst, Mary went to remove the bottle from her lips, preferring not to drink anymore of Jasmine's spit than she had to. Jasmine however had other ideas, forcibly tilting the bottle until every last dribble of spit had poured in Mary's mouth.

\"Ah ah, you need to drink up,\" Jasmine wagged a condescending finger. \"It would be awfully rude to refuse my kind hospitality.\"

Jasmine looked down and chuckled as Mary made herself swallow the last dregs of backwashed water. Once the bottle had been completely drained, Jasmine smiled and gave her an almost affectionate pat of the head.

\"Good girl! That's better isn't it?\"

\"Y-yes thanks.\"

\"You're very welcome. Now, I don't know about you, but I'm famished. How about we head inside for a spot of lunch?\"

Having eaten nothing all day, Mary's stomach growled in agreement.

\"Yes please, I'm starving!\"

\"Alright then, follow me.\"

Mary trailed after the bikini clad beauty back up the garden path and through the sliding glass doors into the kitchen. The whole way her eyes were glued to Jasmine's stunning, curvaceous body; marvelling at just how much of it was on show. Before today she'd never seen so much flesh in all her life, now she'd done a lot more than seen it! Images of Jasmine's feet in her hands and her tongue lapping sweat from pale skin flashed into her head, bringing with them a flush of excitement that Mary tried her best to ignore.

\"Okay then,\" Jasmine pulled open the fridge, bathing the pair of them in a frosty chill. \"Looks like there's plenty for me, what did you bring along?\"

“Oh I er, well this morning we were so rushed I…”

“So you mean you didn’t bring any lunch? Wow that was stupid, you’re going to be so hungry.”

Jasmine paused as if deep in thought, then clicked her fingers excitedly.

“Hey I know, if you make me a really big lunch, there might be a few crumbs leftover for you to eat when I’m done!”

\"Erm yeah, I-I guess that makes sense.\"

\"Perfect, I'll have a couple of sandwiches and a big bowl of crisps.\"

\"O-okay…\"

\"And to make sure I don't get bored while you do that, I'm going to play with your phone. Where is it in your bag?\"

\"M-my phone? Yeah, it's in my bag upstairs, but I'm not sure how comfortable I feel…\"

\"Great, I'll have ham and cheese thanks,\" Jasmine called as she paid no heed to Mary's concerns and waltzed out the room.

Left once again alone in stunned disbelief, Mary weighed up whether it was worth arguing against this invasion of her privacy. Given how their interactions had gone thus far today, she concluded it probably wasn't, and set about fixing Jasmine her lunch as ordered.

As Jasmine rummaged through her belongings upstairs, Mary cut four thick slices of farmhouse bread and slathered them in butter. Between them she layered crisp, crunchy lettuce, juicy tomatoes and fresh ham and cheese from the delicatessen. Finally, she filled a bowl with posh looking sea salt and balsamic vinegar flavoured crisps and laid the tasty looking lunch down on the breakfast bar just in time for Jasmine to saunter in, clutching Mary's phone in her hand.

\"Ohh those look yummy,\" Jasmine licked her lips as she climbed up onto the raised stool beside the breakfast bar. Once in place, she frowned and shifted awkwardly in her seat. \"You know, I'd be a lot more comfy if I could put my feet up. Come and kneel down here, you can be my little foot-rest while I eat.\"

\"Yeah… I guess that would be OK,\" Mary murmured her assent, having finally accepted that she wasn't capable of saying no to her domineering classmate.

Feeling smaller and more pathetic than ever, Mary lowered herself onto her hands and knees beneath the breakfast bar, and grimaced as she felt Jasmine plant a foot between her shoulders, and another at the small of her back.

\"Ah that's better! I guess I could have just used the foot-rest built into the stool, but your chubby back is just so much comfier you know?\" Jasmine casually picked up her sandwich and took a satisfying bite, as if the thought she'd insulted Mary didn't enter her head. \"Mmm that's delicious! You know, you're really good at this too; I think you can start making all my lunches from now on.\"

As pangs of hunger assaulted her stomach, Mary could only listen jealously as up above her, Jasmine noisily chomped away at the lunch Mary hand painstakingly put together.

\"Right then,\" Jasmine spat through a mouthful of sliced ham. \"What's the code to your phone?\"

\"It's er… it's 8731.\"

\"Good girl.\" As if to reward her, Jasmine bent and lowered a small piece of crust toward her face. Though she felt like a dog being fed scraps, Mary was so famished she took it in her mouth and wolfed it down hungrily. \"Now I'm never going to remember that code, so I think it'll be easier to just remove it so I don't have to bother asking you every time I want to use your phone.\"

The tip tap of nails on glass as Jasmine slowly stripped away her privacy filled Mary with unease, though she was soon distracted when a small piece of cheese fell to the floor beside her.

\"Oops! You better get that,\" Jasmine giggled. \"Use your mouth though, I don't want my foot-rest giving out on me.\"

Not needing to be told twice, Mary abandoned any shred of dignity she have had left, prised the cheese from the kitchen floor with teeth and tongue and nibbled away like an animal.

\"What's this background? Is that you and your mum? God that's so fucking boring,\" Jasmine swallowed a mouthful of sandwich, then raised the phone above her head and snapped a selfie. \"There we go, I think a sexy little photo of me in a bikini is a much better background for you.\"

Jasmine continued to munch and crunch her way through lunch, as Mary hoovered up any scraps that dropped to the floor. Just as she lapped up a rare sliver of ham, the snapping of her phone camera again sounded above her head.

\"Oh my God you look so cute licking the floor like that,\" Jasmine cooed. \"Stay still, I'm going to take some photos so you can look back and remember how much fun we had today. Don't worry about space, I'll just delete all this junk you don't need.\"

By the time Jasmine had finished her lunch, she'd deleted everything she decided was a 'waste of space' from Mary's phone (including all her family photos, revision apps and games she enjoyed playing) and replaced them with photos of Mary eating from the floor, along a catalogue of her favourite films 'in case she got bored again.' She also gleefully laughed as she read through Mary's diary, cancelled tickets to an event Mary had been looking forward to because it sounded 'super boring' and accessed Mary's online banking to treat herself to a new pair of expensive designer shoes. Mary knew she should put a stop to this, but she was still starving, and Jasmine had just dropped a piece of bread which still had butter on it!

\"Ahhh I'm so stuffed,\" Jasmine leant back, patted her belly with satisfaction and casually threw Mary's phone onto the worktop. \"Hey, you didn't finish yours.\"

Mary followed Jasmine's eyes and sure enough, there was a single crisp lying at the foot of the stool that she'd missed. Before she had a chance to move, Jasmine's leg darted down and crushed the crisp beneath her big toe. Jasmine raised her foot so the toe now coated both in shards of crisp and dirt from the kitchen floor was just inches from Mary's face.

\"Go on, suck it clean.\"

As commanded Mary took the filthy toe in her mouth and sucked away the crust of crisp and muck; surprising herself by the amount she enjoyed the salty flavour of the crispy even when eaten from a dirty foot.

\"There you go, all done,\" Jasmine grinned as she pulled back her foot. \"Unless you're still hungry? I'm sure I could find you something else if you are?\"

There was a glint of menace in Jasmine's eye that suggested it would be in Mary's best interest to keep her mouth shut. Though her practically empty belly still cried out for food... and had her acting against her better judgement.

\"I-I am still a little hungry actually,\" she mumbled. \"Do you think there might be anything else I can have?\"

\"Yeah of course,\" Jasmine smirked. \"Come on, get up and we'll see what we can find.\"

Using the stool as leverage Mary pulled herself sheepishly to her feet and made her way to where Jasmine was now examining the contents of the refrigerator.

\"Hmm yeah like I thought I might want a bit of this later. But maybe… a-ha!\"

Reaching to the back, Jasmine pulled out an old, weathered glass jar, inside which a cluster of bright red chilli peppers swam in murky oil. The jar's label, concerningly ringed in fire, read: 'Carolina Reaper - The World's Hottest Chilli!'

\"You can have these; they've been stuck in the back of the fridge for months so no-one's going to miss them.\"

Mary's stomach lurched at the sight of it. If there was one thing she couldn't stand it was spicy food; even the mildest heat would always have her breaking out in a sweat!

\"I-I-I'm sorry, I should have said,\" Mary stammered nervously. \"I really can't handle spicy food; I don't think I'm going to be able to…\"

\"Oh don't worry you'll be fine, I'm sure they're not that spicy,\" Jasmine waved her hand dismissively. \"Come on, let's see how many we can fit in your mouth!\"

With her objections ignored entirely, the terrified Mary was guided to the kitchen stool and made to sit down. Once she was in position, Jasmine unscrewed the crusty jar, pinched a fiery red chilli between her fingers and pulled it dripping from the oil.

\"Open wide,\" Jasmine grinned evilly.

Reluctantly Mary allowed her mouth to fall open, and summoned every inch of her will power to keep it that way as her cruel tormentor pushed a chilli between her lips, placing it delicately on her tongue. The second it made contact Mary could feel it burning her taste buds, and only her fear of disappointing Jasmine kept her from immediately spitting it out.

\"There we go, that's one. Now keep that mouth open nice and wide and we'll see if we can fit the whole jar in there. This is going to be so much fun!\"

One by one, Jasmine pushed a second, third and then fourth chilli into Mary's mouth; leaving the poor girl whimpering pathetically as the heat built.

\"Hey, stop shaking you big baby, you're going to ruin all my hard work.\"

Jasmine kept going, quickly filling Mary's open mouth with a fifth, sixth and seventh chilli. Now Mary was really starting to struggle, her chest rising and falling quickly as her breath became ragged.

\"Oh wow, your face has gone so red! These must be really spicy huh?\"

By the time Jasmine had crammed in an eighth and ninth chilli, Mary's mouth was practically full to bursting. Her jaw was forced open and her lips stretched comically around the mass of red and green. Sweat beaded across her face and a thin stream of drool escaped her quivering lips, running down her chin and splattering down her chest.

\"Oh my God are you dribbling? That's so disgusting, what is wrong with you?\"

Mary blinked away the tears that now came unbidden to her eyes, though whether it was the burning heat in her mouth or Jasmine's cruel taunts which caused them she couldn't be sure. Jasmine meanwhile, making no attempt to wipe away either tears nor drool, plucked the final chilli from the jar and examined it thoughtfully.

\"Alright almost there, just one left! I mean I'm not sure how we're going to fit it in, your mouth is pretty full right now, but I reckon we can squeeze one more in. Don't you?\"

Though Mary shook her head in response, Jasmine was long past pretending to listen to her. Instead she slipped a finger into the corner of the whimpering girl's mouth, pulled her cheek open like a fishhook and forced the final chilli inside.

\"Hey, we did it!\" Jasmine beamed, clapping her hands together in celebration. She looked at the struggling Mary with amusement and giggled impishly. \"Aw look at you, all red and sweaty… and oh my God are you actually crying? That's so adorable!\"

\"Muhh huh huh huh…\" Mary sobbed, her cheeks so filled with chilli they bulged like a hamster.

\"What's that? I can't quite make out what you're saying,\" Jasmine cupped her ear mockingly. \"You're going to have to finish your mouthful.\"

\"Muuurrr,\" Mary shook her head desperately, tearful eyes pleading for Jasmine not to make her do this. It already felt like she held a lump of hot coal in her mouth; the thought of being made to actually eat it was too much to bear.

\"Ugh why do you have to be so boring?\" Jasmine whined. \"This is why you don't have any friends you know. All I wanted was for us to play a fun little game; is that really too much to ask?\"

As ridiculous as it seemed, something about Jasmine's words really struck home. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps Mary was boring, and it was her own fault she didn't have any friends. Perhaps if she stopped playing things so safe and put herself out there once in a while she wouldn't feel so sad and alone. Mary looked at Jasmine with wide, innocent eyes and gave a sorry shake of the head.

\"Of course it isn't, so how about you hurry up and eat that fucking chilli before I lose my patience?\"

Mary's whole body was shaking with fear, but she knew what she had to do. Doing her best to ignore the fact that every fibre of her being was screaming at her not to do it, she steeled her mind, took a deep breath, and bit down into the mass of chilli.

Within seconds Mary realised she'd made a terrible mistake. A volcano of white hot pain erupted in her mouth; it almost felt as though someone had made her drink petrol then set it alight! Her eyes bulged open and her whole body wretched, almost spitting the chilli straight onto the kitchen floor.

\"Oh my God, is it really that bad?\" Jasmine covered her mouth in mock horror. \"You look like you're going to be sick! Here let me help.\"

For a moment Mary felt relieved, assuming that Jasmine meant to get her a bowl and some water, but the feeling was short lived. Instead, Jasmine sidled up so that her scantily dressed body pressed against Mary's back and clamped her hands firmly across the poor girl's nose and mouth; not only cutting off her air, but forcing the chilli to stay right where it was!

\"There, now you won't drop a bite!\"

\"MWHAA! MWHAA! MWHAA!\"

Mary thrashed and bucked with all her might, screaming like a madman into Jasmine's hands, but it was to no avail. The raven haired bully was just too strong, and Mary soon found herself pinned against the kitchen, squirming helplessly in Jasmine's powerful grasp.

\"Come on, there's no breathing until you finish your dinner, that's the rules in this house,\" Jasmine laughed. \"You know, you really should hurry up too; your mouth is going to burn pretty bad if you pass out before you finish.\"

Knowing it was the only way to put an end to this misery, Mary took Jasmine's advice and forced herself to chew. Each bite brought fresh agony but Mary knew she had to push through. Eventually, with tears streaming down her face and lungs crying out for oxygen, Mary managed to make herself swallow the vile mass of chilli, and gasped for air as Jasmine finally released her.

\"HUH-HUH, HUH-HUH HUH-HUH!\" Mary panted desperately as Jasmine looked on laughing. She may have finally emptied her mouth, but the heat hadn't abated; she still felt as though she'd swallowed a cup of lava. Her lips, cheeks, tongue and throat burned with a white hot pain that threatened to overwhelm her. Oh fuck, she was hyperventilating, she couldn't breath!

\"Oh my God, you're so fucked up!\" Jasmine squealed with delight. \"This is so funny! Like seriously, you look like you're going to die!\"

Mary tried to regain control of her breathing but it was no use, panic was setting in and she was seriously starting to struggle.

\"Come on, it can't be that bad can it?\" Jasmine asked dubiously.

\"C-can't breath,\" Mary spluttered, her face growing redder by the second.

\"Oh don't over react, you're probably just having a panic attack or something. You'll be fine once you relax a bit. Come on, let's get you out of those hot clothes and let you cool off a bit.\"

Panicking and disoriented, Mary offered no resistance as Jasmine roughly pulled her lovely yellow dress up and over her head, then spun her around, quickly unhooked the clasp of her bra and worked it from her shoulders. It was only when the bra fell to the kitchen floor, and her breasts prickled in the cool air, that Mary realised quite what had just happened. Eyes wide with shock, she brought her hands to her chest defensively, but Jasmine instantly slapped them away.

\"Hey, hands by your sides! You need to let the heat out,\" Jasmine snapped. Like a scolded child, Mary obeyed instantly. \"That's better. Now, you need to take it easy for a sec, so how about you have a little lie down.\"

While Mary wasn't quite sure about Jasmine's logic, she was far too scared to argue, so dropped to the floor without question and lay flat on her back across the cold, hard tiles. Jasmine, who now towered over her like some kind of Giantess, looked down thoughtfully.

\"Hmm now normally I'd say that should be enough, but I can't be bothered to listen to another fucking tantrum, so to make sure I think you need to lose the panties as well.\"

As Mary lay dumbstruck on the floor, Jasmine reached down to her hips, took hold of her plain, black panties and before she could react, pulled them up the length of her flailing legs.

\"Much better,\" Jasmine smiled, casually tossing the panties in a pile with the rest of her clothes. \"Now stay there and I'll get you some milk to cool down your mouth.\"

As Jasmine padded across to the refrigerator, Mary found herself wishing the ground would swallow her up. She'd never been so humiliated in all her life! Eating from the floor, being force fed chilli and now being forcibly stripped of her clothes; she was naked for God sake! Lying naked on the floor while Jasmine fixed her a glass of milk like this was all completely normal. Could the other girl not see that this was wrong? That this was no way to treat another human being, let alone someone who had come to do you a favour? And most bizarrely of all, why was Mary allowing herself to be treated this way? She could get up, walk out the door and leave this whole ordeal behind her. So why was she still here? As though Jasmine could sense the doubt as it formed, she slammed the fridge shut and reappeared holding an enormous brown bottle.

\"Sorry all I've got is chocolate, I hope that's OK?\"

Without waiting for a reply Jasmine swung a leg over Mary's head, then squatted until she was practically sitting on her stomach. Suddenly Mary wasn't thinking about leaving at all; instead she was rather preoccupied by the fact the most beautiful girl she'd ever seen, wearing nothing but that skimpy red bikini, was sat atop her naked body as though they were lovers! Even the burning pain in her mouth was momentarily forgotten.

\"Alright get ready,\" Jasmine grinned as she unscrewed the cap, brought the huge bottle to Mary's lips, and tipped it upside down.

It was impossible not to spill some down her cheek as the vast quantity of chocolate milk was poured from the bottle. However once she managed to get her lips around the rim, Mary was able to suck it down easily enough. At first it was the most heavenly relief, as the delicious thick milk swept the fiery chilli burn away and filled her mouth with the delightfully sweet taste of rich chocolate. However, by the time she'd swallowed her fifth and sixth mouthfuls of the stuff, Mary had very much drunk her fill, yet the milk kept coming.

\"Careful, it's dribbling down your cheeks!\" Jasmine laughed.

Jasmine was right. A thin, brown tendril of milk was leaking from the corner of Mary's mouth, trickling down her cheek and seeping into her hair. Each mouthful she forced down made the next even harder to stomach, and it quickly became impossible to keep up with the sheer quantity flowing into her. Another leak sprang from her lips, then another, until rivers of brown ran from every corner of her mouth. Mary moaned in protest and widened her eyes in a silent plea to the girl still holding the bottle to her lips.

\"What's the matter?\" Jasmine laughed. \"You wanted me to cool you down didn't you? I don't know why you're getting so worked up.

This was getting ridiculous. No matter how much milk Mary guzzled down, there was always more to take its place. So much of the thick brown liquid had been forced down her throat, Mary felt like she was going to burst! Yet still she kept swallowing, fearing that if she stopped for a moment, she'd choke on the river of chocolate milk.

\"That's it, keep going, don't worry we won't run out. Aww I bet that feels so good, doesn't it? You know, you're really lucky I treat you like this.\"

Her face brimming with excitement like a child on Christmas morning, Jasmine tilted the bottle until it was completely vertical, then started to squeeze, forcing more liquid than ever down Mary's already struggling throat. This was too much for the poor girl to handle; unable to take anymore, her stomach heaved and sent a belly full of milk shooting up her gullet, then exploding out her mouth and nose.

Mary coughed and sputtered violently; the viscous liquid erupting from her lips, covering her face and clinging to her hair in thick brown clumps. She tried to compose herself, but even as she lay wheezing, milk continued to cascade from the bottle and into her open mouth. Jasmine, in fits of hysterical laughter, had rolled from Mary's body the moment she'd lost control, and now seemed to be emptying the remainder of the mostly full bottle into Mary's face.

\"Oh my God look at you!\" The cruel bully roared with delight, swinging the bottle so that milk spilled out across Mary's naked body. By the time it was empty, gallons of chocolate milk covered the whimpering girl from head to toe; it dripped from her hair, coated her bare breasts and pooled in every crease and crevice of her skin. She looked like a rat that had been drowned in mud, while Jasmine, still resplendent with her sun kissed skin and striking red bikini, didn't have a drop on her.

\"You know you really need to be more careful,\" Jasmine smirked, casually tossing the empty milk bottle at Mary's head. \"I mean seriously, look how much mess you've made!\"

Mary looked up at the beautiful girl towering over her, then cast her eyes down to where she lay naked, shivering and covered in a sticky, brown puddle on the floor. She'd never felt so utterly worthless in all her life. Maybe she was worthless, Mary thought sadly, maybe the reason she let Jasmine treat her like this was that deep down she knew she deserved it; maybe that's why she didn't have any friends… maybe that's why no-one seemed to like her.

This moment of utter dejection proved to be the straw that broke the camel's back. Mary's lip, still dripping with chocolate milk, began to quiver, and the naked, shivering girl, finally overwhelmed with humiliation, broke down and burst into tears.

\"I-I-I'M S-SORRY!\" Mary wailed, tears streaming down her face and mixing with the sticky chocolate milk.

\"You're sorry?\" Jasmine giggled. \"For what? Spilling chocolate milk over my nice, clean kitchen?\"

\"Y-yeah,\" Mary blubbed. \"I'm sorry for making such a mess.\"

\"Yeah, you probably should apologise to be fair. I can't believe you were so fucking clumsy; you know, considering you're a guest in my house, it feels like you're being really disrespectful.\"

\"I-I know, I'm so sorry. I promise, I didn't mean to be clumsy. I-it was an accident.\"

Jasmine looked down at the girl led naked in a puddle of chocolate milk, with a thoughtful look on her face.

\"Hmm I mean you do seem pretty upset about it, so I guess I shouldn't be too mad at you,\" she mused. \"But you know, I can't help but think that if you were really sorry, you'd put a bit more effort into your apology.\"

\"M-more effort? I don't understand…\"

\"Well I mean, look at you! Lying snivelling on the floor feeling sorry for yourself, it's so fucking pathetic. Like, if you really wanted to apologise, maybe you should do something to show you mean it?\"

\"L-like what?\"

\"I dunno, maybe… maybe you could kiss my feet or something?\"

\"K-kiss your feet?\" Mary swallowed nervously, suddenly having flashbacks to her rather intimate foot rub in the garden.

\"Yeah, kissing my feet would be perfect actually. Come on, crawl on over and show me how sorry you really are.\"

Her spirit well and truly broken, Mary didn't have it in her to resist. The beautiful bully towering over her had successfully ground her down into this pathetic, tearful wreck that was too scared to even stand up from the kitchen floor. Instead, she dragged her naked body through the puddle of chocolate milk to Jasmine's dainty feet, leaned forward, and planted a gentle kiss on the tip of her toe.

\"I-I'm sorry,\" she whispered sadly.

\"That's better,\" Jasmine beamed. \"Now keep going, show me you've really learned your lesson.\"

Mary did as she was told, tenderly kissing each of Jasmine's toes, then making her way across the top of her foot and tilting her head to peck her pretty ankles.

\"I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry,\" Mary repeated over and over each time her lips met Jasmine's skin.

\"Ohh this feels really nice you know? I think I quite like having you kiss my feet. We should totally do this all the time!\"

Mary let Jasmine's words wash over her as she continued to grovel at the beautiful girl's feet, kissing and whimpering that she was sorry again and again.

\"You know, if you really wanted to make it up to me, I've got loads of other projects coming up that I really can't be bothered to do. Maybe you could help me out again? Say, do all my homework for the next month?\"

\"Y-yeah… I could do that…\" Mary sniffled into Jasmine's toes. Of course, she knew it was a terrible idea, and that if she didn't run for the hills after today, she would be stuck as Jasmine's plaything for the rest of the year, but at this point she was so timid and frightened, she'd have agreed to pretty much anything to stay in Jasmine's good books.

\"Excellent,\" Jasmine smiled, wiggling her toes playfully. \"You know, between doing my homework, making all my lunches and being my little sock sniffer, we're going to be spending a lot of time together aren't we?\"

Oh God, was Jasmine actually serious when she said she wanted her to sniff her socks every day? And make her lunch too? How was she going to find time to read her beloved books, or finish her own schoolwork for that matter?

\"Yeah, I can already tell we're going to have a lot of fun. You can wake up early and come here to drop off my lunch and carry my bags into school, then when we get there, I'll take you to the toilet so you can sniff my socks and maybe give me a little foot rub.\"

Every word terrified her just a little bit more, but Mary decided it was probably best not to think about it too much, she was far too busy kissing Jasmine's feet anyway.

\"Then obviously I'll have to ignore you all day; I can't have anyone thinking I hang out with a loser like you! But after school you can come back here and spend your evening doing all my homework and helping me with my chores as well.\"

\"Your chores?\"

\"Oh yeah my mom gives me this big list of chores, you know, stuff like doing my laundry, tidying my room, cleaning the kitchen; all stuff you can help me with,\" Jasmine paused, then reconsidered. \"Actually I say help but I just find them so boring, it would probably be best if you just did them all instead. But hey, if we have time at the end, maybe I can let you kiss my feet again? You'd like that right?\"

As bizarre as it sounded, Mary really did like the sound of it! Not the chores, or the homework, or the humiliation; but she had to admit there was something about kissing this stunning girl's feet that rather excited her. Jasmine made her feel so small and insignificant, and in a strange way being allowed to kiss her feet almost seemed like an honour.

\"Yes…\" kiss, kiss kiss, \"I-I'd like that a lot.\"

\"Good, that settles it then,\" Jasmine allowed her one final kiss on each foot, before stepping away. \"Now I think you'd better clean up your mess and get back to work, don't you?\"

Mary looked down at the puddle of chocolate milk in which she lay; unsure where to start.

\"Do you er, do you have a cloth or something?\"

\"What, you think I'm going to let you ruin one of my perfectly good towels to clear up your mess? I don't think so!\" Jasmine shook her head, as if unable to believe Mary's cheek. \"I guess you'll just have to use… ah I know.\"

Jasmine bent down to the pile of clothes she'd stripped from Mary earlier, scooped up the yellow, polka-dot dress and casually tossed it over.

\"There you go, that should get the worst of it.\"

With trembling fingers, Mary picked up the beautiful yellow fabric of the dress she loved so much. A much cherished gift from her Mother to mark her 18th birthday, which she'd excitedly worn that morning in an effort to impress her new friend. It broke Mary's heart to see it treated like this, as though it were nothing but a filthy rag.

A part of her was tempted to resist, but she'd learned by now it was no use. Instead the cowed, broken girl did as she was told, plunging her favourite dress into the brown puddle and scrubbing with all she was worth. It took a few trips to wring the dress out in the sink, but eventually she at least managed to mop up the milk from the floor; though the slick, sticky layer that clung to her skin proved to be rather more stubborn.

By the time she was done, the ruined dress in her hand pretty much summed up the way her day had panned out. This morning it had been fresh, vibrant and radiating optimism; now it was little more than a down-trodden rag, dripping and stained, with all personality having been thoroughly stamped out of it. Mary was actually glad when Jasmine snatched it from her grasp and casually dropped it into the bin; at least now she didn't have to look at it.

\"There you go; it's not perfect, but you can give it a proper clean once you've finished my work. Actually you know, you may as well just mop the whole floor,\" Jasmine cast a critical eye around the kitchen. \"Yeah… there's a lot of washing up that needs doing; the skirting boards could probably do with a scrub too…\"

She made an exaggerated show of inspecting the food waste bin, grimacing as she lifted the lid.

\"Ugh gross, that's definitely going to need a deep clean before you leave,\" she chuckled to herself. \"Wow, your list of chores is really growing. If you don't hurry up I might have to keep you here overnight!\"

Each new task felt like another nail in Mary's coffin, but by now she was too far gone to protest. Instead she meekly nodded and mumbled her acceptance.

\"Well, what are you waiting for?\"

\"I-I erm,\" Mary licked her lips nervously. Looking up at Jasmine towering over her, she could barely bring herself to speak, let alone make a request. But God she was so desperate to wash this layer of sticky mess, she figured it had to be worth a go. \"I w-wanted to ask, d-do you think I could take a shower or something?\"

\"A shower? In my bathroom? Using my hot water?\" Jasmine raised an eyebrow menacingly. \"That's weird, I could have sworn I heard you say you were sorry earlier…\"

\"I-I am! I just… I just thought you know… I don't want to go getting chocolate milk all over your nice house…\"

Jasmine's lip curled with distaste, as if she could just about see Mary had a point, but the thought of allowing her to clean herself up repulsed her.

\"Hmm yeah I suppose…\" Jasmine pondered for a moment, then a sly smile appeared on her face. \"You know, you're right; let's get you cleaned up. Follow me hun.\"

Relieved to finally be shown some consideration, Mary staggered to her feet and awkwardly stumbled after the bikini-clad vixen. Her relief though proved to be short lived, as instead of heading to the bathroom, Jasmine sauntered back out through the double doors and into the garden. Mary knew in her gut something was wrong, but of course followed without complaint.

Jasmine stalked her way to the corner of the patio, where a long green hose lay coiled like a viper in the afternoon shade. Mary's stomach dropped as she realised what Jasmine meant by 'cleaning her up.'

\"Here we go, you'll be clean as a whistle in no time,\" Jasmine said pleasantly as she unfurled the hose, turned the rusty metal tap and pointed the nozzle at Mary's face, her finger cradling the trigger. \"My mom uses this to clean her car, so the pressure's set super high. I guess it's not really meant for people, but I'm sure you'll be fine. Now hold still!\"

\"Look, m-maybe I… GULLRGH!\" Mary's wide-eyed protest was cut as Jasmine pulled the trigger, sending a powerful jet of water bursting into her face. The force of it was enough to knock the poor girl from her feet, landing painfully on the hard stones.

Lying in the foetal position, Mary whimpered and cried out as the torrent of water fell upon her hard enough to drive the air from her lungs. Jasmine's manic laughter was audible even over the roar of water against skin.

\"Ahhhhaha you look so fucking funny!\" Jasmine was almost doubled over in hysterics.

The beautiful bully couldn't stop giggling as she fired the brutal jet at the soaked, writhing girl on her patio. Her eyes lit up at Mary's obvious agony, and she took great delight in pulverising the naked girl's fleshy legs, soft belly and wobbly ass. By the time Jasmine finally relented, Mary was a sorry sight indeed. She resembled a drowned rat; her pale skin had turned a bright shade of pink and her whole body heaved as she coughed and heaved pathetically.

\"I don't know why you're making such a fuss, you asked me to give you a shower didn't you?\" Jasmine tutted as though speaking to a petulant child, then put away the hose and tossed a dirty old rag at Mary's feet. \"Right, you've been lazing around for quite long enough now. I'm going to get back to my sunbathing; you dry yourself off and get back to work.\"

Mary watched Jasmine pad back across the lawn to her sunbed in a state of disbelief. She should in school right now, starting her final lesson of the day and looking forward to reading a book in the sunshine once she got home; not lying on the ground, soaking wet and feeling like she'd been hit by a truck. How had this happened to her? Mary shook her head, figuring it was probably best not to think about it, picked up the battered old rag Jasmine had thrown at her and tried not to sob too loudly as she dried herself off.

***

Two hours later

Now that the worst of the midday heat had passed, Jasmine's bedroom was no longer the oven it had been. Though as much as she enjoyed the more pleasant working environment, Mary couldn't help but feel that was pretty much all she had to be grateful for after the way today had panned out. She still wasn't quite sure why she didn't just get up and walk away. It was as though Jasmine had some kind of weird hold over her; like no matter how badly she treated her, how blatantly she abused and took advantage of her, Mary was incapable of standing up for herself. Why else would she have spent the last few hours cooped up in the bully's bedroom, still naked and aching all over, typing away at the laptop to write an essay for someone who'd done nothing but mistreat her in return?

Pinching the bridge of her nose to stave off the exhaustion that had seeped into her bones, Mary shook her head and returned her attention to the task at hand. If it was any conciliation, the essay itself was coming together nicely; in fact, it may even have been better than the one she'd written for herself! It was now so close to completion; she could almost feel the sun on her back as she returned to the garden to tell Jasmine she'd finished. Mary smiled, picturing in her mind Jasmine beaming with thanks and telling her how grateful she was for all her help, before the two of them spent what was left of the day relaxing and gossiping in the garden together like old friends; yes, it was certainly a pleasant fantasy.

The illusion was shattered just seconds later as the bedroom door burst open, and as if summoned by Mary's ridiculous fantasy, Jasmine casually sauntered in. The dark haired bully looked as spectacular as ever, still wearing her tiny red bikini, with a sheen of sweat across her exposed skin that glistened alluringly in the late afternoon sun. Like a model on the catwalk she strode across to where her victim sat and leaned casually against her hunched back; propping herself up with an elbow on each of the timid girl's shoulders.

\"So… how's it going?\" She asked innocently.

\"A-alright thanks,\" Mary stammered, trying to ignore the way Jasmine's sweaty skin clung to her own. \"I'm erm, I think I'm almost finished.\"

\"Great! Just make sure it's good enough to get me an A though; you know I'm going to have to punish you if it doesn't,\" Jasmine said with a friendly chuckle and playful slap on the cheek that was just hard enough to suggest she wasn't joking. \"Anyway, the girls should be out of school by now, so I'll be heading out to meet them soon. You good finishing up here while I'm gone?\"

\"Oh, you're leaving? Er, okay…\"

Mary couldn't believe her ears! After everything she'd suffered, Jasmine was just going to ditch her and hang out with her usual gaggle of sycophantic friends? How could she possibly be so ungrateful? Still Mary supposed, at least it meant the end of her ordeal. This had all been such a stupid mistake; she'd be much happier once she was back home with her Mother, curled up with one of her favourite books or relaxing in front of the TV.

\"That's ah, that's fine. I guess I can finish this back home and give it to you in school tomorrow?\"

\"Nah, there'll be too many distractions at home, you can just do it here,\" Jasmine waved dismissively. \"Oh I should warn you though, my mom gets super weird about strangers wandering around unsupervised when he's not here, so I'm going to have to tie you to the chair.\"

A chill went down Mary's back; what had Jasmine said? Surely she must have misheard?

\"Wait… what?! I d-don't think…\"

\"I mean she'd probably never know, but I guess you can't be too careful,\" Jasmine went on, ignoring Mary's objections entirely as she pushed herself up and crouched to open her bedside cupboard. After a few moments of rummaging, she then pulled out a bundle of coarse, green rope; which she held out to Mary with a grin.

\"There we go, that ought to do it.\"

\"C-come on… please I…\" Mary continued to protest, though her pleas fell on deaf ears as Jasmine knelt beside her and unwound the bundle of rope purposefully.

\"Right, give me your foot,\" Jasmine commanded, holding out her hand expectantly.

Though every fibre of her being screamed at her to resist, for reasons beyond Mary's comprehension, she instinctively lifted her foot and let it fall into Jasmine's waiting hand. Eyes lighting up like a tiger's pouncing on its prey, the sadistic bully wasted no time springing into action. Pushing Mary's heel firmly against the chair's wooden leg, Jasmine wrapped the coarse rope two, three, four times around her ankle, before pulling it taught and securing the bind with a tight knot. Humming cheerfully, she made her way up each of Mary's legs until each was securely fastened to opposite legs of the chair and finished by looping and tying more rope around her thighs, so that she was tied equally snugly to the seat beneath her.

\"Oh my God, look how fat your legs are! It's like I'm trussing up a pig!\" Jasmine giggled, pointing to the stripe of green digging comically into Mary's chunky thighs.

As Mary's cheeks flushed with shame at the insult, Jasmine made her way to the rear of the chair and tied Mary's wrists tightly behind her back. Then, ignoring Mary's moans of discomfort, she forced the poor girl's elbows together, knotted them tight and finally circled the remainder of the rope around her torso and bound arms, pinning her helplessly to the back of the chair. Mary was now stuck fast; naked, legs spread and tied so tightly to the chair she could barely move.

\"W-wait a minute,\" Mary stuttered, her heart pounding in her chest as events spiralled out of control around her. \"How am I going to finish your work with my arms all tied up?\"

\"Ah you're smart, I'm sure you'll figure something out,\" Jasmine waved her hand dismissively. \"Type with your tongue or something, I dunno. If you don't get it finished, you can always just stay up late and do it when I get back.\"

Jasmine double-checked each knot, tugging the rope to ensure they were tied as tightly as possible, then spent a moment admiring her handiwork, with a thoughtful look on her face.

\"Hmmm, pretty good but you know, I think you could do with a little something to help you concentrate…\"

Mary's alarm turned to sheer panic as Jasmine disappeared from view, then re-emerged armed with a pair of wicked looking metal clamps; sporting jagged steel teeth between their pincers and connected by a small but sturdy chain.

\"Here, this should keep that big brain of yours focused on the task in hand,\" Jasmine laughed gleefully as she squeezed Mary's breast and clamped the metal jaws shut tight on her nipple.

\"Ahhh Jasmine!\" Mary squealed in pain. \"Please, there's no need…\"

\"Oh don't be such a baby, I'm only trying to help,\" Jasmine shook her head in mock exasperation as she clamped Mary's second nipple and hooked a finger playfully around the chain that now hung between Mary's breasts. \"There you go, how do they feel?\"

With a sadistic glint in her eye, Jasmine waited until Mary opened her mouth to reply, then gave the chain and almighty tug; leaving Mary shrieking in agony as the clamps pulled viscous on her nipples.

\"AHHH JASMINE PLEASE! PLEASE, STOP! IT HURTS!\"

Mary jerked and struggled against her bonds like a wounded animal, but they were too strong; there was nothing the poor girl could do but sit and take it as Jasmine cruelly pulled and stretched her nipples, laughing hysterically as she went.

\"Oh my God, this is so funny!\" Jasmine giggled. \"You look so cute when I hurt you; like a little puppy!\"

\"J-JASMINE PLEASE, I CAN'T TAKE IT PLEASE!\" Mary sobbed, her face turning red and tears pouring down her face.\"

\"Are you actually crying? That's so pathetic!\" Jasmine smirked. \"You know, if you're going to be such a pussy about it, I might have to gag you too. If the neighbours complain about the noise my mom will kill me.\"

Mary's body sagged with relief as Jasmine mercifully let the chain go and ceased the assault on her breasts. Her nipples throbbed with hot pain, though this was quickly forgotten as almost in slow motion, Jasmine hooked a thumb beneath the band of her bright red bikini bottoms, wiggled them free of her hips and let them drop to the floor at her feet. As Mary watched on with saucers for eyes, the half naked beauty bent down, pinched the panties between her thumb and forefinger and lifted them playful to her bound victim's face.

\"I think these will do nicely,\" Jasmine grinned. \"Come on, open wide.\"

Whether through disbelief or slack-jawed obedience, Mary's mouth fell open; allowing Jasmine to push the soaking wet panties between her lips.

\"Ugh they're drenched, I've been led in the sun sweating into them all day,\" Jasmine said distastefully, stuffing the red material into the depths of Mary's mouth.

She wasn't wrong, Mary thought grimly as the pungent taste of Jasmine's sweat filled her mouth. God, these panties had spent the day soaking beside Jasmine's pussy or stewing in her ass, and now those very same juices were leaking down onto her tongue! The thought filled Mary with revulsion, and she may even have summoned the defiance to spit them onto the floor in protest, had Jasmine not retrieved from the laundry bin the filthy socks she'd worn earlier, pulled one tightly around Mary's mouth and tied it off behind her head.

\"Ummph!\" Mary moaned miserably into her makeshift gag. She was really fucked now; not only did she have no chance of dislodging the panties until Jasmine chose to untie her, but now the taste of pussy on her tongue was accompanied by the stench of her bully's sweaty feet invading her nostrils. This was the most disgusting experience of her life… so why did she feel a tingle of excitement in the pit of her stomach?

\"Right, now that's you all safely tucked away, I'd better think about getting ready,\" Jasmine casually made her way to her wardrobe and began to sort through her clothes; all the while Mary's eyes remained glued to her peachy, naked bottom.

After considering and dismissing more outfits than Mary even owned, Jasmine seemed to settle on a pretty blue sun-dress. Nodding with satisfaction, she pulled the dress from its hanger and in doing so, dislodged a hard plastic object which fell to the floor with a crash. For a moment Mary looked at the strange, rubber topped plastic cylinder in confusion, then her cheeks flushed beet red as she realised what she was seeing; Jasmine's vibrator!

\"Oops! How did that get there?\" Jasmine giggled, picking up and examining the sex toy without an ounce of shame. She shook her head as if more amused than embarrassed by the situation, then shooting Mary a mischievous glare that filled her with dread, clicked her thumb onto the 'ON' button and sent the vibrator exploding into life.

\"Hey, do me a favour will you?\" Jasmine asked innocently. \"Hang on to this for me while I jump in the shower.\"

Without waiting for an answer, Jasmine casually tossed the vibrator, buzzing like a swarm of angry bees, into Mary's lap, strode into her en-suite and shut the door without a second glance. Left naked and alone, bound so tightly she could barely move, with her legs forced wide open, sweaty panties in her mouth and now a vibrator resting snugly against her exposed pussy; Mary couldn't believe what was happening to her. Just this morning she'd been a respectable, straight A-student preparing for a normal day of school; how had things come to this?

Part of her felt like she should at least attempt to get out of this bind, maybe try to get a hand loose and unpick the knots that held her, but with every passing second, the delicious vibrations pulsating from between her legs made it easier and easier to sit there and accept her fate. Being a timid, shy girl who'd lived something of a sheltered life until now, Mary had never even seen a vibrator before! Sure, she'd touched herself once or twice as she lay in bed at night, but this was something else.

The entire world outside of that room seemed to shrink away; all that mattered to Mary at that moment was the most wonderful pressure building between her legs, and the crackling waves of pleasure it sent fizzing through her. Her fear at being bound, revulsion at the taste of pussy on her tongue and the pain of those wicked clamps throbbing on her breasts hadn't disappeared, but instead mingled with the pleasure, somehow telling her brain this is what she wanted. Some buried part of her liked this… got some kind of thrill at being treated this way… and those vibrations were bringing that part of her to life. Oh fuck! She'd never been this turned on in her life!

By the time Jasmine returned, dripping wet and not even bothering to hide her nakedness beneath a towel, Mary was so overcome with arousal her eyes were practically rolling into the back of her head. With a knowing smirk, Jasmine towelled herself dry as her horny captive watched on helplessly. Filled with a sexual desire she'd never known before, Mary was utterly transfixed by the sight of the beautiful bully scrubbing her bouncing breasts and rubbing the towel between her buttocks; all the while the vibrator whipped her arousal to greater and greater heights.

Once Jasmine was dry and dressed in her pretty blue sun-dress, she turned her attention back to Mary; placing an elbow on each of the bound girl's shoulders and leaning over her from behind so that their cheeks would have brushed together, were Mary's face not covered by Jasmine's filthy socks.

\"Well well, looks like someone's rather enjoying themselves doesn't it?\" Jasmine giggled, clearly enjoying the way Mary's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. \"Let's see how those big, fat tits of yours are getting on shall we?\"

Jasmine reached down, took hold of the metal clamps clinging to Mary's chest and gave them a brief but firm tug; eliciting a whimper of pain from her bound victim.

\"Ohh they look so sore! I bet this really hurts huh?\" Jasmine asked gleefully as Mary nodded in response. \"I suppose I could take them off if you want? You know, since you've been such a good girl, letting me tie you up and everything?\"

\"Mmmmm,\" Mary pleaded through the panties filling her mouth.

\"Weeeell… alright then!\"

Her hand snapping like a cobra, Jasmine heaved the chain hard enough to rip the clamps from Mary's nipples; sending a spear of sheer agony stabbing into the poor girl's chest.

\"MMMMMMPH!\" Mary cried, fresh tears streaming from her eyes even as her body trembled with arousal.

The pain didn't last long however, as for the first time that day, Jasmine showed something that could almost be considered to be kindness; or at the very least mercy. The green-eyed beauty reached down, gently pinched Mary's red, swollen nipples and tenderly began to roll them between her thumb and forefinger.

Suddenly the hot pain that had been throbbing at her chest receded, replaced instead with the most heavenly sensations Mary could imagine; flowing through her chest and slowly gripping her entire body in the most wonderful warm embrace. With each rub of Jasmine's fingers, her sensitive breasts tingled with a pleasure every bit as intense as the one building between her legs.

\"Mmmmmpph,\" Mary groaned, surrendering to the ecstasy coursing through her veins.

\"Mmm that feels good doesn't it?\" Jasmine whispered sensually. \"Misty was exactly the same, no matter how much I hurt her, all I'd have to do is have a little play with her nipples and she'd be right back in the palm of my hand.\"

Mary knew she should be scared, but when she felt this good it was just impossible to think.

\"You know… I think you're a lot like Misty. Always doing as I say, ignoring how badly I treat you because you're too weak to stand up to me.\"

Mary's breathing grew ragged, her body trembling and heart beating so fast it felt like it was going to burst from her chest.

\"Maybe, you'd like to pick up where she left off? Be my little friend all the time? Can you imagine? Doing this every day… doesn't that sound fun?\"

\"Hmmmm,\" Mary nodded mindlessly. At that moment, she genuinely meant it. If being Jasmine's friend made her feel this good, there was nothing in the world she wanted more.

Clearly sensing her victory, Jasmine pressed her point home, knowing Mary would simply groan and nod to her every demand.

\"So, from now on you'll do all my homework? Not just for a month… forever?\"

\"Mmmmm.\"

\"You'll come here after school and do all my chores as well?\"

\"Mmmmm.\"

\"You'll rub and sniff my feet every day?\"

\"Mmmmm.\"

\"You'll do everything I say? Let me hurt you? Treat you like dirt? Abuse and bully you for my own amusement?\"

For a moment Mary hesitated, some tiny part of her brain clinging on to whatever dignity she had left; but as Jasmine reached down, clamped her hand around the vibrator and clamped it hard against Mary's clit, all thoughts of self preservation were immediately forgotten.

\"MMMMMM! MMMMMM!\" Mary moaned orgasmiclly, trashing against her bonds and nodding her head desperately for all she was worth.

\"AHAHAHA I thought so!\" Jasmine cackled. \"I knew from the moment I saw you sitting eating your lunch all alone, you were exactly the kind of person who would let me walk all over them. Quiet, shy, nervous… my perfect little friend!\"

Mary moaned louder and louder through her gag of panties and socks; driven to madness by Jasmine's nimble fingers and the phenomenal pressure building between her legs.

\"I bet you want to cum don't you? I bet you want to cum because deep down this is what you want… you like it when I treat you like this… you know it's what you deserve!\"

Mary threw her head up and down hysterically as her body uncontrollably humped at Jasmine's hand, craving relief like she'd never craved anything before.

\"Go on then… cum! Cum you little slut! Think about how I'm going to grind you down until you're barely even a person anymore… and cum because you know it's what you deserve! Go on, CUM!

\"MMMMMMMMPPPPHHHH!\" Mary jerked and trashed against the ropes that held her like a fish out of water, as the most mind-blowingly powerful orgasm she'd ever known tore through her body.

\"Ohhh yeah that's it, you're mine now… you have no idea what I'm going to do to you… I'm going to ruin your fucking life and there's nothing you can do about it…\" Jasmine breathed heavily into Mary's ear, though with pleasure overwhelming her every sense, the poor girl barely heard a word of it.

With her job seemingly done, Jasmine turned off the vibrator and stepped away, leaving her bound captive sagged and panting in her chair. Mary stared dumbly into space, struggling to regain her wits after having her entire being rocked by a pleasure she never knew existed. Around her, Jasmine busied herself preparing to leave for an evening of fun with her friends, casually gathering up her belongings and slipping on her expensive new sandals as though having another person tied to her chair were a perfectly normal occurrence.

Just as Jasmine was ready to depart, she turned her attention back to Mary one last time; swinging over her leg and sitting on the bound girl's lap so that she faced her, straddling her thighs as though giving her some kind of bizarre lap dance.

\"Ugh I am so glad we got all that sorted out, things are going to be so much easier now that you know your place,\" Jasmine sighed contently, leaning in close enough for Mary to feel the bully's hot breath on her face. \"We're going to have a lot of fun now you're my little friend, I just know it.\"

With a thoughtful look on her face, she reached down and nonchalantly pinched Mary's sensitive nipple.

\"I can't believe how big and swollen your tits are,\" she giggled. \"Imagine how fucked up they'd look if we left those clamps on all night?\"

Bending down, Jasmine scooped up the nipple clamps she'd discarded earlier and held them up to Mary's face, clicking them open and shut impishly.

\"Maybe we should find out? You'd do that for me, right?\"

Mary looked fearfully at the metal clamps; in truth it was the last thing in the world she wanted, but given everything that had happened, and the fact she was bound naked with her arms behind her back, she knew she wasn't in any position to refuse. Trying to mentally prepare herself for the pain to come, she signalled her consent with a timid nod.

\"Yeah I thought so, you're like, such a good friend,\" Jasmine smirked, ignoring the whimpers of pain as she clamped the metal jaws back onto Mary's aching breasts. \"Oh my God, they're already turning red! I bet they're going to hurt so much; imagine if I come home later and you've just been crying for hours… that would be so funny!\"

Grinning wistfully at such an amusing thought, Jasmine climbed down from Mary's lap, slung her designer handbag over her shoulder and made her way to the bedroom door.

\"Alright I'd better be off, I won't be too long, probably just like five or six hours,\" Jasmine stepped from the room and went to close the door, but at the last minute paused and looked back to where Mary was tied.

For a brief moment Mary felt a glimmer of hope; perhaps Jasmine was going to reconsider? Untie her and let her finish the essay at home? At least take these damn clamps off her tits?!

\"Actually I think Brooke's bringing vodka, so I'll probably end up getting drunk and staying round hers,\" Jasmine shrugged. \"Don't worry though, I'll probably remember to come round and untie you at some point tomorrow.\"

With that the cruel bully finally slammed shut the bedroom door and left Mary alone, with only the coarse rope and painful clamps at her breast for company. How had it come to this? Mary thought hopelessly as she listened to Jasmine's footsteps recede down the stairs and out the front door; How had she allowed this to happen?

It quickly became apparent that there was no way she'd be able to 'type with her tongue,' as Jasmine had suggested. The essay would just have to wait. Instead for the next few hours, Mary had no choice but to sit in her bonds, trying to ignore the dull ache that had set into her tits. Images of the day played over and over in her head; her sniffing Jasmine's socks, rubbing the bully's feet, licking sweat from under her arms, choking on the gallons of chocolate milk that had been poured down her throat… Had Mary ever really stood a chance? Probably not, she thought grimly. Not when Jasmine was such a force of nature, and she was such a timid pushover.

As the hours ticked by, the sun crept its external path across the sky until it finally dipped beneath the horizon, leaving Mary sat in darkness. She shivered as her naked body began to feel the evening chill; her throat was parched, and her belly rumbled more with every passing second. She prayed Jasmine would return soon to finally end her ordeal. Of course, she'd suggested Mary might have to wait until the next day to be released, but that was a joke, right? Surely even Jasmine wouldn't be that cruel… would she?

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