Unfortunately nobody comes to help you allowing the very angry goth to pretty much do whatever she wants to you.
Suddenly her knee comes up and nails you in the groin hard. You immediate squeal in pain and curl up in fetal position. As the waves of nausea pass over you, you feel her drag you into the women’s locker room.
“You need to be taught a lesson” Lori tells you. “I think making you my personal bitch for a while ought to do you some good.”
She reaches into her locker and pulls out a rope and begins to tie you up. Once she’s certain you can’t move, she sits down in front of you smiling wickedly.
“Hmm now what do I do with you first?” She asks trying to think of the best way to humiliate you. “I know since you’re so good with footwear…I think my boots could use a little attention.”
She grins as she brings her booted feet toward your face. “Kiss my boots!” She orders.
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.19 seconds at 9:09am on May 14, 2025 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author