Candace Plays Hardball (A Lesson in Karma spinoff)

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Re: Candace Plays Hardball (A Lesson in Karma spinoff) - Part 3

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Juncker wrote: Sun May 02, 2021 10:30 pm With that, I resumed my plans as I pulled out some lube from my handbag. You remember Summer and Autumn, the two girls I humiliated at the end of summer (the season, not the girl, though a case could be made that her end was involved too)? Yup, same stuff as what I used there.
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Candace Plays Hardball (A Lesson in Karma spinoff) - Finale

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Tom was cuffed to the football post, completely immobile and unwittingly at my mercy. His whole eight inches was covered in some of the most effective lube ever created, with some slathered around his balls for good measure. Finally, everything was in place, except for just a couple of things.

The first of these was a kinky red ball gag that I then procured from my bag. “Hey, I know you’re a freaky girl, and I don’t mind letting you do the work tonight, but you ain’t putting that thing in my mouth. That’s hella gay.” Tom protested. Ignoring the completely unsurprising homophobia, I sighed, rolled my eyes, and made a show of dropping the thing into my panties, making sure Tom didn’t get an eyeful of any details (and you’re not getting any either, you sickos - that can wait until I finally choose to share with you the story of my downfall). It wasn’t part of the plan, and once again Tom was getting better than he deserved, but I couldn’t have him start resisting me now.

Once I saw the change in his face from defiant to intrigued once I had shoved the silicon ball against my crotch, I took it back out of my panties and popped it in his mouth before securing the strap around his head. I guess there really is something to be said about taking your medicine with a bit of honey. After that, I turned back around and put my jeans back on, glad to finally be able to warm my legs up again.

Of course, Tom had something to say about this, though now he could only communicate through grunts. Confused at first, but quickly turning to anger. Despite his best efforts, I’d made sure that strap wasn’t going anywhere without somebody else coming in to remove the gag. Buttoning my jeans up, I decided to finally explain my plan to Tom.

“Man, you’re *really* easy to fool, huh? You really thought I actually wanted to go on a date with you just because you slapped my ass and grabbed my pussy? Well, we live in an age where consent is sexy, amigo, and what you did to me was anything but. So I’m going to make an example of you. Not only as payback, but to send a message that men shouldn’t take their safety for granted when it comes to me. Stripping and shaming girls? That’s a special talent of mine, and it helps establish my dominance in this town, but those skills are very easily transferable to the denser sex.”

By this point, Tom realised that he wasn’t going to get to say his piece, and had to content himself simply with glaring daggers at me, which is quite a peculiar sight when your dick is also standing proud from your body like dry spaghetti on a viagra high. Yes, he is would certainly stay erect for at least the next half hour without any assistance. Of course, I always plan to go the extra mile.

“Don’t worry though, Tommy boy. I didn’t get your dick hard for nothing. In fact, you’ll be jizzing well into the night with what I’ve got lined up for you. And the best part? I called for some friends.” Usually, those would be music to the ears of any man that is nude and lubed, ready to get frisky, but knowing my reputation, Tom’s eyes could only widen in terror as my entourage emerged from the football stands. I’d been keeping them up to date over the course of the night and had them turn up at the football field at about the same time as me and Tom, partially as a contingency in case things went wrong and Tom tried to date rape me, but mostly for one important thing.

And there it was, paraded at the front of my girls’ formation: the crown jewel of my revenge. The final piece of the puzzle was a blow-up sex fill, itself as large as the average girl my age. Gracefully taking this doll from the girl who was carrying it, I walked slowly over to Tom with an evil grin. Once I reached him, I began to take my time.

Although the doll was cheap, blow up plastic, I’d selected it for my revenge thanks to the inclusion of one very important selling point: A snug hole in the anatomically appropriate location between the legs, or near enough to it. Once my girls followed me over to hold the now writhing creep in place, one of them even taking the opportunity to cop a feel by holding his huge meat steady, I began my work.

Slowly, ever so slowly, to ensure that my victim was as stimulated as possible, I brought the whole of the doll to meet his bell-end. As soon as the two made contact, Tom began shaking like mad, but it was no use. With six girls holding various places of his body in solid grips, there was no way he’d be escaping from this. As I slid the doll onto and down his shaft with excruciating restraint, I stopped every so often to rub it up and down in place, sending Tom into overdrive. I could see it in his face: the moaning, the heavy breathing, and the eyes rolling back in their sockets. Yup, this guy was moments away from cumming like he never had before.

And as doll reached the bottom of his shaft with a sudden push from me, slapping into his now highly sensitive balls, he could hold it in no longer. Nobody could see it through the doll, but we all heard it, and I felt it; a thick geyser of jizz gushed from his dick at high speed, hitting the inside of the back of the doll’s head with an audible vibration that I could feel from the other side of the inflatable. Honestly, it was enough to make me cringe a little.

Satisfied with my handiwork, I added a finishing touch with a black marker pen on his waxed chest:

“Let this be a lesson to the creeps and weirdos who think it’s okay to grope others without their consent. If we find out you’re doing it, we’ll find you and have you join Tom here.”

I pondered what I had written. Was feminism hypocritical of me? I mean, I figured almost everybody I’d humiliated up to now had done something to bring it upon themselves first (or at least gave me a reason to keep going once I had started), and I had always enforced boundaries when working with an audience. Ah well, questions for later.

After sending one of my girls to go and switch on the floodlights, I stepped back and took a picture for posterity, and mostly out of habit. Even at that point I found myself unable to get off on the whole thing, but I did still get satisfaction from putting Tom in his place, and it’d be useful insurance if ever he tried to come after me. With that, we left him to the cool night.

...

The next morning, I was uncharacteristically early for school. I wanted to see if Tom was still there, cuffed and gagged. To my delight, he was, and in such a state, too. With bloodshot and bagged eyes, it wasn’t hard to figure out how things went down after I left. Evidently, the combination of the lube and the doll must’ve been particularly effective, making Tom cum periodically throughout the night. Even now, you could tell by looking that the blond, pointy nippled toy sat on a raging stiffy, the body it was attached to anything but. My victim looked at me with pathetic, pleading eyes as he twitched weakly.

“Don’t give me that.” I said with as much contempt as I could manage, before twisting the knife by saying my next line with a sweet, mocking, sing-song voice. “You brought this up on yourself!” And with that, I reached down to slap his balls and watch the magic happen. Tom’s eyes widened. His body convulsed as he let loose another shot of fun juice. By now he had creamed so much that it was leaking out of the doll, down his dick, balls, legs and onto the grass below. I walked away and found a spot that was far enough away that I could watch the inevitable crowd form with a faked, apathetic curiosity. After all, I didn’t want to risk being caught by any of the teachers also coming in at this time in the morning.

Credit to Tom, he never told a soul it was me after he was released thanks to some bolt cutters that were only found by the time of the lunch break. To be honest, it probably would’ve destroyed any respect his cronies had left for him, to know that he’d been tricked and humiliated by the girl he thought he was going to screw on the football field. And the teachers never bothered investigating too far into it. Most people in school knew better than to rat me out, so while everybody knew it was me, nobody could prove it, and nobody would say it, which is the way I like it.

So yeah, that’s the story of the first time I ever stripped and humiliated a boy. If you’re reading this, you probably got off on what happened more than I ever could, but then who am I to complain? At least somebody could something out of me sharing this. And if nothing else, maybe this Lesson in Karma can be a Lesson in Consent.
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Re: Candace Plays Hardball (A Lesson in Karma spinoff)

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Excellent conclusion! I was wondering if you'd get around to finishing this before the contest deadline hit.

My one critique is that the blow-up doll's hole location is very unclear at first, as I found myself surprised halfway through when it was revealed that he came into the head as opposed to between the legs like I had initially thought.
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Re: Candace Plays Hardball (A Lesson in Karma spinoff)

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No, it *is* between the legs, but since it’s just a cheap blow-up, the whole thing’s hollow inside.
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