Bully Ownership Chapter 1
You're Jarred, the school's resident bully. You enjoy bullying students, no matter their gender or who they are. The entire school fears you, but that doesn't bother you as long as you're having fun.
It's lunchtime, and you're leaning against a wall in the hallway, munching on an apple, contemplating who you should pick on next. There's a long list of potential victims, but today, your eyes are set on Tim. You bully him often because of his loser status. Tim is so terrified of you that he can't even defend himself. While you don't particularly like this, it would have been more enjoyable if he fought back. Tim is a lanky boy with blonde hair that's always a mess. He has a flat nose, giving his nostrils a huge, single hole-like appearance. He also wears thick glasses that make him look like a total nerd. Tim is walking through the halls, focused on his books and the floor.
You can't help but notice his twin sister, Heather, walking alongside him. You've never picked on her because she's attractive but you've teased her by saying perverted things.
She is stunning and sexy, with blonde hair and mesmerizing eyes. Her figure is toned and curvy, and her clothes highlight her feminine figure. She's wearing a red sweater with her school's symbol on the right breast, brown pants, and sneakers. You wonder what type of underwear and bras she wears. But the sexiest thing about her is how she shows off her midriff, exposing her cute belly button and the outline of her abs. You're curious if she can do a crunch to show more of her abs.
Tim continues walking while Tim pays no attention to the students teasing him, oblivious to the fact that he's being followed. You follow them, occasionally taking bites from your apple and tossing the core wherever it lands. When they stop in the middle of the hallway, you also stop, watching them. Tim looks at Heather, and she glances at a poster on the wall. They're engrossed in their conversation, unaware of your presence.
To their surprise, you quickly rip down Heather's pants, revealing her green and white thong. The twins recoil in shock, their faces turning scarlet.
Heather tries to cover herself and yells at you, "You pervert!"
Laughing at their reaction, you continue to tickle her ribs. She struggles, her legs flailing, and everyone stares at her and Tim's shocked expressions.
Not stopping, you stick your fingers inside her pants and under her thong.
"What are you?" Heather asks, bewildered as she can't react fast enough.
Ignoring her question, you finger her at high speeds, causing her to squirt all over the floor. In a matter of seconds, she's buckling at the knees and collapsing back, panting and moaning, in complete shock. Her pants are soaked and her crotch is covered in sticky fluids.
You turn around and walk away, leaving the twins to deal with it. Heather struggles to pull up her pants, blushing fiercely and panting heavily. Her face remains bright red, her nipples are showing, and her pants are also yet wet.
"See you next time," you say before running down the halls, making sure the principal doesn't catch you.
Later that night, you leave the school, grinning from ear to ear at the thought of Heather's reaction and your finger in her panties. You are unbothered by the possibly of being caught by your mom. For now, you have another task at hand. 6
You're ecstatic as you walk away from the school, humming a happy tune. The surprised expression on the twins' faces, Heather's reaction, her wet pants, her squirting, and the fact she had an orgasm all made your day, and you sport the biggest grin on your face. Unable to contain your arousal, you head to the bathroom and take care of yourself. Walking away from the school, you glance at the window. You notice Tim standing next to a teacher and the principal.
"Tim, do you know who this pervert is?" the teacher asks.
"Yes, I saw his face when he tickled my sister, Ms. Jones. That's Jarred."
The principal makes a call to your mother, certain to make your life a living hell. You walk home, confident that Tim will suffer more at your hands. You won't care how much he's hurting. You've got plans.
You went to the rundown shack near the school and found it unlocked. Inside, you saw a naked girl tied down on a table. It was one of Heather's friends, Aubrey. Apparently, she had followed you after you left Heather at the hallway. Inflamed with excitement, you waited until all the students were gone before sneaking up on her and drugging her mouth, making her sleep. Now, you planned to punish her for her actions.
"Now that we're all alone," you said to the uneasy Aubrey, "It's time for your punishment."
Aubrey started waking up, realizing her situation. Terrified, she saw your hand and all the damage done to her body-- her clothes in tatters, her body exposed. She tried to scream but her mouth was still covered.
"What the hell are you doing?!" she cried.
"Oh, Aubrey," you sneered, "Do you really think you can do anything to me? Following me just so you could take pictures of me ridiculing others... that's not going to happen. So, where are the other photos?"
Aubrey spat at you with surprise on her face. "Ha, I dare you!"
"I was thinking the same thing." You picked a small, thin feather from a drawer and placed it against her lips, pressing her cheeks against it. "Tell me what I want to know, or this will just get worse for you. I don't plan on stopping." You slowly slid the feather towards her nose, tickling her cheeks. Aubrey tried to keep her lips close, but the feather was too tempting.
"Hee hee hee... No, pplease," she sighed, unable to keep her laughter at bay.
"Do you really want to keep on like this?" you teased, dragging the feather around in circles on her upper arm. "I can keep doing this until you tell me where the photos are." Your tickling gained momentum.
"You're just mean!" Aubrey managed between giggles.
"If you give me the location, I'll let you go. I don't want to keep doing this." You ruffled her hair, trying to get her to open up.
Aubrey shook her head, eyes flashing with rage and defiance. "I won't tell you!"
You put the feather down and picked up a large feather duster. "If you don't tell me, I'll keep tickling you." You began tormenting her armpits and tummy with the feather duster, your movements swift and playful. Aubrey laughed, her body rocking with each tickle. You trailed the feather around her breasts and tummy. She shrieked in delight, desperately trying to keep from laughing out loud. You moved it around her nipples, making her wriggle with laughter.
"Hahahaha, oh no, please!"
"You're not giving me what I want?" You questioned with a smirk. "It's time to make you talk." You began tickling Aubrey with increased ferocity. "Tell me where the photos are."
"I won't tell you," she gasped, barely able to hold her laughter in.
A moment later, you stopped tickling her, letting her catch her breath. You admired Aubrey as she tried to calm her merriment. "Where are the photos?"
"I'm not telling you!"
You ignored her protests and went back to tickling, this time tormenting her ribs and hips. Aubrey giggled, unable to control her merriment. She spun her head around, trying her hardest to not laugh out loud. You watched her get more and more flushed, her breasts jiggled up and down. You started to tire, and with a smile on your face, you reached out to her armpits. "Do you want this to end?"
"I'm not telling you!"
Your hands explored her armpits, tickling her until she could no longer contain her laughter. You watched as she laughed uncontrollably, her chest rising and falling. Finally, when you couldn't tickle her anymore, you stopped.
"Tell me, or I'll torture you some more." You resumed tickling her armpits. Aubrey's giggles intensified. "where are the photos?"
"I won't say it."
Aubrey couldn't take it anymore. She was too overwhelmed with laughter and pleading for you to stop. You, however, continued, tickling her harder and longer as she squirmed with blissful joy, her eyes filled with tears. "Please!" she pleaded for it to end.
"Ugh, no! Don't do that to me!" Aubrey burst into fits of laughter, her body shaking uncontrollably as you tickled her sides. She tried to push you away, but you persisted, intensifying the tickling with each movement.
"No, not here! Not my ribs! Stop it!" She cried out, tears streaming down her face as you continued to torment her.
You ignored her pleas, laughing cruelly as you saw her body shake, her head shake, and her chest heave and fall. Her breasts bounced up and down, her face turning red as she attempted to tell you something through her laughter.
"No ho! No more mohohore please!"
"Come on, just tell me where it is." You taunted, oblivious to her discomfort.
"Hehehe... hihihing thehahaha." She managed to say, but you didn't listen.
Suddenly, she stopped laughing, struggling to catch her breath. You paused, and then approached her, lifting her head to look into her eyes. Then, you leaned in and kissed her. Her eyes widened in surprise, and her whole body tensed up. You quickly released her and walked away. That's when you heard footsteps, and saw the principal and Tim approaching.
"Principal!" You cried out in alarm, seeing the authoritative figure with the police officer. "What are you doing here? Why is she tied up? We saw everything. It was recorded!"
"Jarred!" They exclaimed, looking at you with disgust. "This is illegal. You better have a good explanation or I'll take you to jail."
"Everyone will see how perverted you are in this world and this video is the proof." Tim smirked, enjoying your misery.
...
Ever since that day, people have been avoiding you. No matter where you went, they would turn away, disgusted by your actions. The video went viral, spreading across the world and exposing your secret. You became a pariah, mocked and taunted by everyone who crossed your path. Your phone was flooded with messages, some mocking you, some crude, and some suggesting even worse things.
"How was the taste of her tongue? Lol."
"She tastes sweet doesn't she?"
"I will do it too but not the sex. Just the tickling."
It didn't get any better. Tim started a rumor that you had raped his twin sister and Aubrey. Everyone knew what happened in the classroom, and what transpired at the shack. Even your own mother disowned you, telling you that she never wanted to see you again. You were banned from school, unable to go anywhere. Even familiar places like grocery stores and restaurants were avoiding you. You were branded a monster, hated by everyone.
Alone and distraught, you went for a walk by the lake one night, trying to forget everything you've done. You decided that Tim would pay for what he did. You had a plan, and it would make him suffer, no matter what, even if it meant involving Heather.
But what could you do? You didn't have any superpowers.
"Damn it, Tim," you muttered, staring at the moon. "He will pay for what he did. He will not get away from this."
Then, a bright light blinded your eyes. "What's this? The light?" You couldn't look away as a meteorite flew towards you and crashed into you. Everything went white and black.
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