You’d really think that by the last year of school, people would have outgrown the stereotypical, petty social dynamics you saw in all the movies, but clearly, they hadn’t. At least, they hadn’t at Blue Hill High, where Kayla had, for the last however-many years, been tormented by Amber, the queen bee of the school, and her two lackeys, Rowan and May. By now, the shy Polynesian girl just saw it as more of an annoyance than anything; a demonstration of how they had refused to grow up while everyone else around them had, but in their first few years, it had been bad. They’d driven her to tears multiple times; hit her once or twice; stolen her food, her money, her homework; ruined her clothes… for whatever reason, something had compelled them to make her life an absolute misery. But she’d made it through, somehow, and it wasn’t as bad nowadays – either the clique had mellowed out a bit, or she’d toughened up enough to make herself a less interesting target, and they were bullying her more out of obligation than anything.

…That attitude she’d developed would probably be very interesting for some therapist in her future to go over, but that wasn’t something she was gonna worry about right now.

What Kayla did want to worry about was the contents of her lunchbox today. In a small plastic container were four homemade lollipops – the hard, spherical ones – in cellophane wrappers. They were her own recipe, one that she was very proud of, and very interested to try out on her bullies. Testing on herself and a friend from outside of school had confirmed that they would have some most exciting effects indeed.

…Again, part of her wondered a) whether this was a healthy attitude to be taking, and b) how the hell she’d even gotten this recipe to work, and whether she should be questioning things like the fundamental nature of reality, but she pushed those aside. Again, those were problems for future-Kayla to concern herself with.

Right on cue, just as she finished the last bite of her wrap, Amber strutted up to her corner of the cafeteria, the other two behind her. She was a tall, leggy blonde, currently sporting a neon pink streak through her hair. “Alright, bitch,” she sneered. “What’s in that lunch of yours? Hand it over.”

Kayla instinctively cringed back. Not wanting to arouse suspicions, she decided to put up a show of resistance. “W-why?” she asked. “What do you even get out of this anymore? What’s the point?”

Rowan tittered – tittered! – at her. They’d somehow won the lottery, as Kayla had been certain when she’d first seen the short, curvy Black femme that they’d be prime bullying material, but somehow, her fellow nerd had landed in Amber’s camp instead. “Aww, are you trying to philosophise there, honey?” they cooed. “Leave the thinking to me, and you just do as you’re told.”

“Or do you need a word with my fists?” May chimed in, cracking her knuckles. The brunette jock took her place at Amber’s other side, her muscular frame looming over Kayla.

“Fine,” she muttered, opening the container with the lollipops. They shone in their wrappers; three red, one green.

Amber bent over Kayla’s table to look. “Are these home-made? Aww, mummy must love you so much. You’d better have got some good flavours there…”

“These three are raspberry, that one’s green apple,” Kayla mumbled. “I don’t even know why the apple’s there; I don’t even like the fla-”

She was cut off by Amber sticking her hand in and, entirely predictably, scooping up the three red ones, handing one to each of her minions. “You know what? We’ll let you keep one. Since we’re so nice.”

“Thanks for the snack!” May taunted.

“God, you almost make it too easy to have fun with you,” Rowan scoffed as the three of them walked away.

Kayla waited for a few seconds to make sure they weren’t looking back, then, with an almost evil grin, peeled the wrapper off the green lollipop and stuck it in her mouth.

The three bullies stalked through the hallways, eating the ill-gotten fruits of their latest score. Amber had to admit, the lollipops tasted really good; had whoever made them actually used real raspberries for the flavour? She smirked to herself as she twirled it around, brushing off the stares and mutters the trio got from their fellow students. A small worry at the back of her mind pointed out that many of them, nowadays, seemed less scared, and more irritated, or even pitying, but as always, she brushed it aside. Who cared what they thought; as far as Amber was concerned, she was queen of the school, able to get whatever she wanted from losers like Kayla.

They approached a room they’d come to think of as their own private hangout; a classroom that was always empty on their free lines. Without turning around, Amber addressed her friends. “So, darlings, what do you wanna do next?” She spoke with her mouth full, feeling reluctant to take the lollipop out of her mouth.

“We haven’t roughed Jo up in a while,” May suggested around the lolly.

“Hmm… or I could always see how much Susie wants to pay for more help with her homework,” Rowan added, also keeping the lollipop in their mouth.

“Well, I was thinking we could- mmph!”

Amber let out a surprised squeak as the final layer of sugar dissolved, and raspberry-flavoured liquid – only a small amount, but surprising enough that it felt like a torrent – splashed out of a reservoir in the lollipop and into her mouth. She instinctively swallowed it down as the other two also let out surprised noises, getting the same experience. “What was that?” she asked.

“That was a, uh… a…” Rowan trailed off, sounding dazed. As Amber turned to look at them, she saw they had slumped slightly against the wall, their eyes staring into nothing.

“Mmph? Mmph!” Amber whipped around to see May straining against nothing, body seemingly locked into an insouciant lean against the opposite wall. Then she froze up entirely.

“Oh my God! It must be the…”

Amber lost her train of thought. What had she been about to say? Why was she concerned? Where… where was her Mistress? The thought ordinarily would have seemed alien to her, but right now, it was the most natural thought in the world. She was an obedient slave, with a Mistress, who would tell her exactly what to do. Now all she had to do was wait for her. She stood up straight, facing towards the classroom door ahead of them, ignoring her friends’ troubles. Mistress would take care of it all.

Footsteps came up the corridor, and apple-scented breath wafted into her nostrils, and Mistress Kayla chuckled behind her. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

Kayla grinned to herself as she surveyed the scene, Amber dropping to her knees in front of her and staring up meekly. To her left, Rowan had slumped halfway to the floor; to her right, May was indistinguishable from a statue, posed against the wall.

“Did you enjoy the lollipops?” she asked. “They’re my own special recipe. And… I mean, it couldn’t have worked out better if I’d tried. I didn’t label them, you know, aside from mine being a different flavour, and yet, it happens that the nerd gets their mind stolen, the jock loses control of her body, and the queen of the castle becomes my eager servant.” She bent over to plant a kiss against Amber’s lips, the blonde looking up at her dumbly as she did so. Kayla had only intended for it to be brief, just to ensure that the chemical signal from the green lollipop properly got to Amber’s brain and enforced the selective obedience created by her red one, but found herself lingering against her soft, plump lips. “Well, then,” she eventually said, straightening up. “Let’s get you into that “secret hideout” of yours, shall we?” She contemplated the group for a second, deciding on how best to do it. “Amber,” she ordered, snapping her fingers at her, “you grab May and pull her in there. Do be careful with her, please.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Amber eagerly said, standing up and starting to manoeuvre the brunette’s body. She was clearly struggling a bit given May’s muscle mass and complete stiffness, a scene Kayla took a second to appreciate as she grabbed Rowan by the arm and pulled them forward. They offered no resistance, allowing her to shepherd them towards the empty classroom, their mouth still mindlessly working away at the lollipop still stuck in their mouth.

The four of them eventually managed to stumble inside, Kayla pushing Rowan’s mindless form to half-sit on, half-lean against a desk. Amber and May followed behind. “Move her into an upright position, and put her over there,” Kayla instructed Amber, pointing to the other side of the room. “Then kneel here,” and she pointed to the centre of the room, moving to lock the door.

“Yes, Mistress,” Amber parroted. More awkward shuffling ensued as she wrangled May out of her lean, and then she dropped to her knees in front of Kayla, looking up at her eagerly in wait for the next order.

Kayla grabbed Amber by the chin, forcing her gaze upwards. “Now, then. You and your friends there have been very naughty, haven’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress, we have.”

“And what happens to people who are naughty, Amber?”

“They get punished, Mistress.” Kayla almost thought she could see a hint of fear behind her wide eyes, but that must have been her imagination.

“That’s correct; well done. But more than that, they repay their victims, don’t they?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“So, the three of you will repay me, by allowing me to have my fun with you, like you already are. And… well, maybe it’ll be fun for you as well. I want to treat you all nicely, no matter how bitchy you’ve been to me. So… where to start?” She paused for a second in thought. “Ooh, I know. Amber?”
“Yes, Mistress?” The fear Kayla had surely imagined was now gone.

“Stick your hand down your pants and start humping your fingers like a bitch in heat. But don’t come without my say-so.”

“Y-yes, Mistress…”

Amber’s hand slipped under her waistband and she shifted forward on her feet so that she was straddling her fingers. She began to rock against her hand, tendons shifting beneath the fabric as she began to pant slightly, eyes rolling back and tongue falling out of her mouth. Kayla let her face go. “Aww, what a good girl! Actually, you know what… you may stop, if it gets too tiring or painful for you to continue, but you can’t take your hand out of your panties. Do you understand?”

“Yuh, Muhtruh,” Amber mumbled.

“Right. As for you two… May, you just stay there and enjoy the view, but don’t get too comfy, okay?” She delivered a wink to the jock’s stiff form before turning towards Rowan. “As for you…”

Kayla walked back over to Rowan, brushing their braids out of their face. “I’m the most disappointed in you, honestly. I thought another queer femme of colour would never team up with the white bitches over there; especially a fellow nerd. I was sure we’d be great friends… and then, the first words out of your mouth when you met me were nothing but scorn and mockery. What was it… Oh, yeah, you said, “Look at that body; I bet you’re the kind of slut who’ll put out for anyone.” Honestly. And, really, Rowan, if we’re just going by bodies… you’ve got the edge on me there. So why don’t we see how eager you are to put out now, hm?”

Flipping Rowan’s skirt up, Kayla traced a line up their panties, where a wet patch was already forming. Rowan let out an unconscious whimper as Kayla began to stroke them through the fabric. “You see what I mean?” she asked. “Well, I guess you don’t right now, but… the point still stands. Slut.” She abruptly shoved her hand under their panties and into their soaked folds, drawing another moan from them that she swallowed with a sloppy kiss. “See how easy you are?” she asked as she began to thrust her fingers back and forth, the heel of her hand slamming irregularly against Rowan’s clit. “If you could actually move, you’d be even more desperate than her majesty over there.” Rowan and Amber whimpered simultaneously. “As it is… I guess you’ll just have to lie back and take it, won’t you?” She pushed her fingers deeper, adding a third and spreading Rowan out as, with her other hand, she pushed up their shirt and bra, before grabbing a fat tit in her hand, squeezing hard and making her toy let out a small choking noise. “That’s cute,” Kayla hissed as she bore down on Rowan, pressing their lips together and pushing them backwards onto the table where they landed with a small thud. Kayla was now bent over Rowan, who gazed up blankly at the ceiling as she began circling their clit with her thumb; squeezing their tits even harder, enough to leave brief marks; dragging her lips possessively down their chin and neck before jumping, quick as lightning, to bite their exposed nipple. Rowan came hard – Kayla would guess almost painfully, even; clenching tight around her fingers and letting out a deep, incoherent moan as their panties became thoroughly soaked through.

Kayla pulled her hand out of Rowan’s panties, satisfied with how well she’d treated them. Grabbing them by the arm with her other hand, she yanked their torso back into an upright position; their gaze remained fixed on the ceiling, mouth hanging open and beginning to drool down their bunched-up top and onto their tits. Pausing to look at this tableau, Kayla deliberated for a second, then pulled up the centre of their skirt as well to show everyone their dampened panties. “There we go,” she smiled. “You might be a slut, but at least you’re good at it. Although you have got my hand all messy.” She held it to the light, admiring how it glistened. “Amber, dear?”

“Y-yes, Mi-Mistress-s?” Amber was a wreck already, strands of blonde and pink sticking to her forehead as she sweated and panted helplessly, struggling to achieve a release that Kayla was nowhere near to rewarding her with.

“Be a good girl and clean up Rowan’s mess, will you? Hold still for a second.” She shoved her fingers into Amber’s mouth, the blonde eagerly licking up Rowan’s slick.

“Do you like how they taste?”

“Mhm, Mfftrff…”

Judging Amber’s job to be complete, Kayla pulled her fingers back and grabbed the blonde’s shirt to wipe off her saliva. “Continue. Or you can pull out your tits and play with them – with the hand that’s not in your pants, of course. Oh, and take a look this way.” She gestured towards May and walked over to her bag to fish something out.

“May, dear,” Kayla cooed, walking back over to the jock and stroking her face. “You’ve been waiting so patiently, watching our little show. Not a skill that comes easily to you, is it? Well, don’t worry; I’ll be sure to teach you plenty more patience now.” She pushed her mouth close and pressed a slight kiss to her lips, before crouching to attend to her fly. “And yes, I am perfectly aware that your mind’s unaffected, and that you know exactly what I’m doing; I just don’t care about that. Now, then, you’re always going on about how you’d love to pound everyone, aren’t you? Well… perhaps I’m distorting your words slightly; I don’t think you tend to make it sound sexual… Or maybe you do. But either way, I think I ought to turn the tables and put you on the receiving end of a pounding, don’t you?” Pulling down the brunette’s pants and panties together, leaving them at her ankles atop her shoes, Kayla was now directly looking at May’s cunt. She blinked in surprise at what she saw.

“You’re already wet, May? Now, see, that’s very interesting indeed. Because, well, the one Rowan got was guaranteed to turn them into a dripping mess, and Amber’ll do anything I tell her to, including getting turned on. But yours? I didn’t intend to include anything arousing in there, and nothing like this happened in testing. So…” She dropped her voice to a stage whisper. “Is someone turned on by this? Do you enjoy being humiliated, along with your friends? Is it a kink of yours, seeing your friends get used for my entertainment, and knowing that you will be too? Because if so…” She chuckled again. “I think I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.”

Kayla stood up again and, after some awkward wrangling of May’s arms, Amber’s frantic noises of pleasure still audible behind her, she summarily yanked the brunette’s shirt off, followed by her sports bra. She ran a hand over the taut lines of May’s abs, and then across her firm tits. “God, it’s unfair how hot you all are,” she muttered to herself. “Ah, well, at least I’m getting to enjoy it now.” Backing off slightly, Kayla pulled her shirt over her head, followed by her bra, then removed her own pants and panties, dragging them down to slowly expose inch after inch of light brown skin. She then began to attend to the items she’d grabbed from her bag: a realistic-looking dildo and accompanying harness. Strapping them on, she heard a slight gasp from behind her and turned around to look Amber in the eye. “And what was that for, young lady? Didn’t think I’d go this far? Well, guess again.”

“N-no, Mistress, I… I didn’t r-realise you w-were so s-sexy,” the sweating blonde managed to stammer out.

Kayla blinked in surprise. “Huh. Guess you can be charming when you put your mind to it.”

Turning back to May, Kayla grabbed the brunette by the shoulders and, with some effort, wheeled her around to face the desk. Shoving May’s hands in front of her, she bent her over, putting her ass up in the air, her powerful thighs straining slightly as Kayla ran a hand over the swell of her cheeks and down to the wet curls stuck firmly to her slit. “You ready for me, May? Too bad if you’re not…” She eased the dildo into her cunt, finding that May was indeed wet enough to require little effort for Kayla to bury herself up to the hilt. She could feel the brunette clenching around her as she began to thrust, rapidly building up speed to the point where her hips were soon slamming against May’s ass, producing a wet slapping sound. Kayla ran her hands over May’s taut arms and stomach with abandon, moving to tweak at a breast or tug on her hair every so often. The smell of sex was starting to become noticeable throughout the room, a problem Kayla hadn’t considered, but decided to ignore – she could leave it to the other current occupants of this room to deal with it, once they recovered. Unlike for Rowan, Kayla had little indication of how close May was, but checking the clock, decided she had to hurry things along before time ran out. To that end, she slipped a hand down from May’s abs to her clit, circling it roughly as she continued pounding her cunt. That seemed to do the trick, as she felt May tense up around the toy before releasing a gush of liquid against Kayla’s own, increasingly sensitive, crotch. The jock’s form became less disciplined for a second, arms wobbling, and Kayla decided to encourage May along, pushing between her shoulder blades so her tits pressed against the cool surface of the table and her ass was pushed even higher.

Sighing happily, Kayla pulled the toy out of May’s cunt, feeling a slight shiver run through her otherwise still form. “Well, it looks like I’ve got another mess to deal with here,” she mused to the room. “Amber?” The blonde was there before she’d even fully turned around, grabbing the toy and eagerly sucking it clean, eyes blown wide as she looked up guilelessly at Kayla. She enjoyed the sight for a while, before gently but firmly pushing Amber’s head off the shaft. “God, you look an utter fucking mess, and that’s putting it lightly,” she murmured. “Do you think you deserve a reward now?”

Amber’s voice was weak, but still enthusiastic. “Y-yes, Mistress. I-I’ve b-been a v-very good girl for you…”

Kayla unstrapped the toy, placing it on a nearby desk. “Well, you’ve been good today, I’ll give you that. But overall? Has today been enough to make up for it yet? Or do you need more punishment?”

Amber’s eyes gained some clarity for the first time as she shrank back slightly. “Please don’t hurt me, Mistress,” she said quietly.

Kayla froze in surprise. “Hurt you? God, I’m not going to do that. No, I was just thinking more denial… but now, I don’t think you deserve that either. Now, I won’t let you come, either. You’re the ringleader here; there have to be consequences. But you can stop toying with yourself if you wish.”

Amber’s hands immediately fell limp. “Thank you, Mistress.” Her tone was once again completely placid.

“As for your reward… well, I saw how much you enjoyed the taste of your friends. Wanna taste your Mistress as well?”

Amber’s face lit up. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl. Are you comfortable if I sit on your face?”

“…Yes, Mistress.”

“Alright. Lie down, then.”

Amber slumped to the floor of the classroom, her clothing an utter mess. Kayla moved to straddle her. “Now, I don’t wanna suffocate you. So if you have any trouble breathing, tap me on the thigh and I’ll get up. Otherwise, hands to yourself. Is that understood?”

“I understand, Mis-mmf!” Kayla had sat herself down as soon as she heard Amber’s confirmation, pressing her own soaked pussy to the blonde bully’s face. Amber looked near-ecstatic beneath her as her mouth got to work, pushing in between Kayla’s folds and lapping up her taste eagerly. Kayla gasped quietly, trying to keep her volume down as she played with her own breasts, rocking her hips against the blonde’s eager lips as Amber gave her everything she had. Seeing her bully completely subservient beneath her went straight to her crotch, and Kayla found her orgasm coming on quickly, taking her by surprise as she gushed across her face before slumping to the side. Amber’s tongue slipped out of her mouth to lick up the slick spread across it as Kayla took a moment to breathe and survey the scene.

And what a scene it was. Rowan was still sitting limply on one desk, mouth and cunt drooling onto their clothes in equal measure. Across from them, May was bent over another desk, pants pulled around their ankles and cunt up in the air begging for attention. In the middle was the complete ruin of Amber, slumped loosely on the floor, Kayla’s release glistening across her face, staring up at the ceiling awaiting further orders. The straws of the drugged lollipops were discarded across the floor where they’d fallen out of their mouths; it was likely Kayla’s imagination, but she thought she could still see a faint pink residue around each bully’s mouth.

Checking the time, she realised that it wasn’t too long until the doses wore off, and she had no clue how the bullies would react when they did. Reluctantly picking herself up, Kayla got dressed again and packed the strap-on away. She then fished from her bag some cleaning supplies – wet wipes and the like – and handed them to Amber. “Right. I expect you’ll want these once you all recover. Don’t do anything yet, however.” Picking up her bag, Kayla realised there was now much more space in it, and a devious thought occurred to her for something to fill it with. Returning to Rowan, she pulled their panties out from under their skirt and off their legs, stuffing them in her bag. May got the same treatment, albeit with a bit more fumbling to get around her pants, and then when she turned to Amber, the blonde was already holding out her panties for her Mistress. “Huh, you caught on quick. Good girl. All any of you have to do to get these back is to ask me politely, okay?” She stuffed all three sets of soaked underwear into her bag, then headed for the door. “Lock up behind me, Amber,” she instructed – one last mercy to ensure some measure of privacy for the bullies. As she walked out, she reflected – would they follow up? Oh, she hoped so. May, in particular, might well be up for more, even. But for now, she mused as she left the scene of debauched justice behind her, it was a job well done.