Steph
I look at Clara, handcuffed to the bed in the spare room, as she struggles, making the cuffs clink and rattle, her eyes wide, her mouth stuffed with a spare rag I found lying around, and smile at her. She's in that black spag strap as usual, coupled with her blue shorts, the quintessential "Come on guys, I accept everyone and anyone" outfit that I've seen her in whenever she decides to entertain herself by meeting me in public and bringing me somewhere for her friends to use.
"Well, looks like you're a bit surprised, Clara." I smile at her, my mind racing with all the lovely possibilities. "Remember how you felt when I woke up? I didn't even have any time to think before you got your friends to start...start hurting me." I wince a bit, remembering that day, then continue. "All I ever did to offend you was to go against you when it came to cca issues. I thought it would be constructive and good to change some of the things you were doing as the Captain. But that's not the point. You know what's the point?" I smile at Clara, as she continues struggling, her eyes meeting mine. I can hear Judith's faint screaming and Alexis's yelling from the other side of the house, and I'm secretly happy to hear it.
"The point is, for one stupid little argument, you could have just done something normal, like spread gossip or slapped me or just kept quiet and graduated. You were a senior I actually respected, until you decided to be a complete psycho, and repay one small argument with kidnapping me and ruining my entire life slowly and painfully, not to mention taking my body and turning it into something cheap for you to play with." I continue walking around Clara, as the men lean against the wall, smoking and watching me. I feel like telling them not to smoke in my house, but at the same time...I don't think I want to push my luck and lose this golden opportunity to finally let all my frustration out.
"Eh, girl ah, are you going to talk until she starts pleading for you to shut up? If you want us to fuck her just say lah." The one called Mark speaks up, tossing his cigarette out of the window.
"No, guys, see, Miss Clara Koh here, who dresses up so nicely in school and pretends to be just a tease, is actually someone who enjoys pleasing men, sometimes more than one at the same time, only that she does it willingly, unlike me. And while herbs exist to make someone tighter, which she has been force feeding Alexis and I, by the way, I think she's probably still quite loose, so it won't be that fun..." I grin, looking at Clara, knowing her mind must be racing, trying to think what might happen to her.
"But, of course, I'm sure you want to try her out. After all, being in her university's track and field team would have given her lots of stamina to last while you guys have your fun, enough stamina to make sure she's still able to feel every little bit of her retribution later." I smile, making sure to make myself look innocent and shy as always, the sweet smile on my face keeping everyone in the dark of the true turmoil going on in my mind. "So go ahead, please do what you like to her."
Mark laughs, as he stands up. "Well, about time. I was supposed to pia that Judith, but I'm sure she'll be just as fun..." He pulls off his boxers, as I lean against the old table in the room, watching with a grin on my face.
"Actually, if you just rape her like that, it won't make a difference. She'll actually enjoy it." I smile again, innocently, playing the part of the quiet girl who just wants to let the men have fun, let them think they're in charge, while I make sure I get my revenge.
"Okay lo. Eh, Tan!" Mark waves his hand at the other guy, the one they call Shawn. "You take her mouth, on?"
I raise one hand. "Actually, that won't be enough."
Mark glares at me, warning me that I'm about to use up the little bit of goodwill that I had from earlier. "Girl, you wanted us to punish her for you, and we're doing that. Continue talking some more and we'll leave her alone and fuck you till you black out." He growls at me, as I quickly step over to the other table, knowing that I have to keep the men on my side.
Act sweet, Steph. Act like the innocent and quiet girl everyone thinks you are, act demure, act like you don't know what you're doing, and run the show quietly.
"Actually, I was thinking you could use this." I pick up a tube of menthol rub, and a pair of clothespegs. "She used to enjoy using these on me. Maybe you could...you know?" I stifle a giggle. Keep it together, Steph.
"Wah. You're fucking sadistic, girl. I like!" Shawn breaks the tension, walking over and snatching the menthol rub and clips from my hand, slapping my ass as he walks off. I control the urge to retort. People have done worse, Steph. Let it go. "No, I just want her to feel like how I felt, so she can feel some remorse. After all, she did make me feel like...like I wasn't worth anything..."
"Okay lah, I get it lah, she made you feel cheap la. No problem girl! Chill! My balls have been itching all night, I need to pia someone, and you're letting us have her, okay lor! Don't keep talking!" Mark waves his hand, irritated, desperate to relieve his own pent-up sexual tension.
Men. How predictable.
"Yes...that's right." I keep my voice calm, hiding the quavering in my tone, born of joy at seeing my tormentor about to be punished. "You see...to her, the most important thing is to feel validated by letting men worship her. So if you use her, just use her and that's it, like a throwaway toy..." I smile at the men.
"Wah, girl, you have some issues too, like that other friend of yours. Okay lah! I'll make sure..." He slaps Clara across the face, as she squirms. "I'll make sure she doesn't get any pleasure. I'm feeling generous, do favour for you lor." He grins. "Eh Shawn! You coming?"
As Shawn rips the gag out of Clara's mouth and the men begin using her from both ends, pinching her tits and slapping her, not caring for her pleasure, I can only lean back against the wall, grinning to myself.
That's right, just use her like that, make her feel like she's not worth anything. The stupid bitch prides herself on being able to attract and have any guy she wants, right? How's it feel to be the disposable sex toy now, Clara? Your stupid little superiority complex made you ruin my life just because I opposed you once, I bet it must kill you to be used by people for their own pleasure, not yours, when you're not in charge for once. I snap out of my internal monologue as Clara screams shrilly, Mark having covered a vibrator in the menthol rub and rammed it up her ass.
"I heard her friend used to do this to you hor." He laughs. "Judith always used to have all these stories about what she did." He continues thrusting into Clara, her choking and gagging filling the room as Shawn uses her mouth roughly, brutally, not caring about Clara's tears streaming down her face with her makeup.
Everything's going according to plan, really. The golden opportunity appeared, I took it, and now everything is working out so damn well. I quietly swiped the toys when I was bringing the men to the spare bedroom, taking a few every time I left the room while waiting for Clara to get here. I made sure to put something on, but I made I sure I remained in my underwear to keep them aroused. It was slightly worrying that they'd lose control and start using me first, but thankfully describing Clara's body to them and showing them her pictures made them distracted, and allowed me to manipulate the situation until Clara showed up. Then it was just a matter of veiled suggestions hidden in seemingly innocent comments, coupled with my sweet, innocent-schoolgirl smile, and...
How, how in the world did all that come out of you, Steph?
I toy idly with the leather end of Mark's belt, my mind running through the possible things to do to Clara next. Deep inside, I wonder, just how fucked up am I, once I've been pushed over the edge?
I'll leave that for another time. I hear Judith's voice again, faintly, along with Mel laughing. I hope she's having fun. She deserves it too. And I sure as hell hope I don't turn into a psycho like them...like Clara, like Judith...
So I manipulated the men. I suggested and cajoled and acted all sweet. And then, when asked, I came up with a plan to destroy Clara just as badly as she did for me. Am I a psycho? Am I just as bad as those two? Am I?
I continue idly speculating, Clara's muffled gagging and gasping for air filling the room, debating in my mind as I wait for the men to finish part one of...of infinity, of Clara's new life.