Jack slowly came to, his eyelids fluttering as he awoke from what felt like a terrible dream.

He was claustrophobic and flustered, his body just didn’t feel right, something was up.

His eyelids slowly peeled themselves open, and his pupils adjusted to a confined, dark space illuminated by several strips of light in front of him.

As he went to rub his eyes, he realised with a start that his arms were completely restrained, and an experimental wriggle confirmed that his legs were fixed in place too. He tried to turn his head to the side, but that too was fixed in place with a long strip of tape that covered his mouth and forehead, with only his nose to breathe through. 

He began to realise he’d been taped in a spreadeagle position against a hard, metal surface. It at least felt upright, not like lying on a floor; gravity’s pull was definitely down his body and not against it. He could wiggle his hands and feet a bit, and pivot his wrists and ankles, but the bands of tape across his arms and legs were unyielding.

His eyes darted from side to side and up and down in panic as he tried to diagnose his predicament, slowly registering that the slotted grill several feet in front of him was the inside of a giant locker door, and the glow was from the school hallway beyond.

He couldn’t look down far enough to see anything but the tape across his cheeks, but an exploratory stretch of his feet led him to believe he was taped in place roughly a foot from the bottom of the locker.

The cold, sterile feel of the tall metal box was unnerving, it was the perfect prison for a Beta, high and wide enough for him to be secured in place, discreet enough so that no-one but the owner knew he was there… and he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, who this particular locker belonged to.

The smell of Caitlin was everywhere - body spray mixed with perfume and the faint odour of musty sweat, likely from an item of clothing thrown into the clutter at the bottom.

As his eyes got used to the darkness, he could see a few crinkled and ripped posters and stickers dotted around the locker’s sides and door, the same sort of stuff she’d had in her room - Alpha sports stars, topless guys, pink & red hearts and kisses drawn on with marker pen, and a range of stickers, some sports ones as well as emojis and the like.

These were familiar and troubling sensory inputs, ones which triggered countless memories of his first kidnapping and associated degradation and humiliation. The smell in particular forced him to recollect his very first experiences of being tied up in Caitlin’s bag, then trapped in the wardrobe, and eventually her laundry basket.

He tried to pull and twist his arms and legs, hoping for even the slightest bit of give, but Caitlin was far too shrewd and single-minded an adversary and she had done quite the thorough job.

His left leg was still sore, but ironically, it felt a bit better than it did when the injury was fresh. It was more of an ache than a jabbing pain now, it felt less serious, though he had no way to verify that for certain.

It was his head being locked in place that was bugging him the most though, the urge to scratch his nose, or to scream out loud, or even just to look down and see what was at the bottom of the locker… he was agonisingly incapable of doing anything except waiting, knowing that at the end of the wait, Caitlin would make his life even more miserable.

Closing his eyes in frustration, he groaned through his nose, and tried to push the thought out of his head.

The minutes ticked by as Jack silently considered his fate, and before long, he heard a bell ring out to signal the end of classes for the day. Soon the hustle and bustle of students laughing, running and clanging their lockers open and shut around him filled his ears, sending vibrations right through his little body as the cold metal backplate behind him shuddered with each door closed or pulled open in haste.

He tried to moan through his nostrils to attract attention on several occasions, but the din was just biblical; it was a struggle to quickly fill his lungs with the tape sealing his mouth completely, and feeble attempts to groan or hum loudly failed to generate enough volume to be heard.

As the excitable chatter and thumping feet began to subside, voices became less frequent and before long it was close to silent again. The occasional set of footsteps would thud louder and louder, then softer and softer, as they walked past, and Jack could feel and hear lockers a bank or so over being used, feeling truly helpless as he just wasn’t able to make them aware of his presence.

And then, it was back to the eerie quiet and anticipation of what was to come. The impending return of Caitlin. The grim inevitability of her kidnapping him yet again.

His heart felt white hot, burning inside, as he thought about it.

He was so very fearful, not only because of what she said she would do to him, or what he feared she *could* do to him, but because of her determination to make up for last weekend. He was worried that he likely wouldn’t last more than a few minutes under duress, and even then, if he told her everything, it was highly unlikely that it would stop her from escalating her maltreatment of him.

He sighed heavily through his nostrils - a wobbly little exhale - and closed his eyes for a moment, entering a noiseless, almost meditative state. 

This was probably the endgame now, whatever was in store ahead, there was no way back. If it ended up with him in a ditch somewhere, or the police knocking on Caitlin’s door, so be it.

Heavy footsteps approached.

He practically knew it was her, just from the sound.

Evidently she had waited, quite deliberately, for the best part of an hour after school until no-one would be around to spoil her fun.

The locker door flexed as the dial spun first one way, then the other, and then it was opened with a sharp yank.

A sudden rush of air whooshing out from around Jack’s body as the pressure changed, daylight blooming into the void.

His eyes closed reflexively as he was assaulted with bright light, squinting out at the imposing, broad silhouette before him.

He could hear her chuckling cruelly under her breath as she beheld her prize, presumably admiring her handiwork and congratulating herself on a sterling job of taping a Beta to the back of a school locker.

The fuzzy, brilliantly illuminated rectangle slowly began to crystallise, he could see the corridor now, and then the dark, dangerously muscular shoulders of his captress, and then the way the light caught the wisps of ginger hair to the side of her neck. Her high cheekbones and the slight swell of her lips curled up slightly in a smile were next, picked out amidst the backlit shade.

His eyes came to rest on hers, the twin dials of dimly-lit blue that were almost at the very roof of the locker, looming over him, soaking up his discomfort and fear.

He felt himself trembling, his throat tightening as he tried to dry swallow.

“Wakey wakey, peewee,” she gloated, her voice low and sultry.

Jack just glared up silently, his arms and legs flexing almost imperceptibly against the binds of tape.

“Did you miss me?” she asked wickedly, moving her huge torso a little closer, flexing her sculpted arms and propping them up against the sides of the locker’s frame.

Her shadow dominated the space, threatening and vast.

The huge girl then lifted one of her hands up, a giant fingertip placing itself gently against his taped-up mouth and tapping it ever so lightly.

He shuddered at her touch, but otherwise tried not to show any weakness.

“What am I saying, of course you did!” she teased, her tone playful but threatening.

Jack’s nostrils flare wider as he begins to breathe more heavily through his nose. Caitlin’s emasculation of him quickening his heart rate and making his face burn red.

“What’s that?” she says, cocking her ear towards him, “You want to say you’re sorry?”

Her fingernail started to trace a line down from Jack’s lips to his chin, then under his jaw and along the underside of his neck.

Caitlin’s tongue quite literally pressed into one side of her cheek as she delivered her barbs with metronomic precision.

“For being so small, and weak, and pathetic?”

The sharp point of her nail pressed into his t-shirt by his sternum.

“For being a failure of evolution?”

Her nail descended further, squishing his little body inwards at its softest part around the gut.

“And for being a whiny, chicken-shit half-a-man…” Caitlin purred, continuing her finger’s journey southwards until her nail tucked inside his jeans.

*Pop* - The sound of Jack’s jeans button giving way.

The tip of her finger pulled against Jack’s belt until the buckle gave way, so that both ends now hung down uselessly from his waist.

“Apology… not accepted, squirt.” she mouthed with dark satisfaction.

Jack tried to move his head furiously, but he couldn't do anything to stop what was happening, he couldn't even make a sound.

Caitlin’s hand closest to him rotated so that her finger and thumb could clasp his tiny zipper, and slowly drag it down.

Jack couldn’t see what was happening, but he could feel everything. His body started to feel light and shivery as what she was doing to him began to take effect.

He strained even more, but it was no use.

“If only there were some way…”

Caitlin finished tugging his zipper down to the base of his jeans, and Jack felt her hard nail return up to his stomach, grazing his skin delicately first to the left, and then to the right of his navel.

“...to demonstrate to you…” she explained, her eyes wandering down his little body.

Jack’s eyes darted down, frantically trying to gauge what she’s going to do, his eyes wide.

Her nail twisted suddenly, then plunged down inside the waistband of his boxers.

“...just what a puny…” Caitlin continued.

Her finger bent into a hook shape and started to ease the fabric of his underwear down.

Jack began to moan through his nose, trying to get the towering girl to stop.

“...inadequate…”

The cotton slowly peeled away, his flaccid dick flopped out, exposed and defenceless for Caitlin’s amusement, hanging limply as she dragged his underwear down.

Jack’s brow was beading with sweat as he tried to squirm, his nostrils pulsing open and closed as his heart rate elevated.

“...itty bitty manlet you are.”

A smirk rapidly expanded across the big girl’s face as she had unwrapped her prize.

With a jolt, the giant redhead allowed the boxers to snap back against Jack’s undercarriage painfully, causing him to flinch.

What the fuck is she going to do?! - Jack thought to himself.

The band of his underwear had snapped back just under his scrotum, leaving his bare genitals out in the open as she regarded his miniscule length with derision.

Caitlin’s huge face slowly descended into the locker. With Jack’s head fixed in place, he had a front row seat as her neck, then chin, then mouth lowered themselves down to his eye level, all framed by wispy locks of long red hair.

Both sides of her head were backlit by the corridor, so he could make out the delicate fuzz picked out against her freckled skin, the gentle curves of her high cheekbones and the chiselled angularity of her powerful jawline.

He looked into her eyes fearfully, her nose was barely half a foot away from his, the monumental redhead looked like a living, breathing movie poster come to life.

Then, with a barely-noticeable smirk creasing the corners of her mouth, she pursed her lips, and slowly leant in closer to Jack’s face.

Jack’s eyes could see the glossy, shiny surface of her slightly cracked lips as they got closer and closer, before she pressed their soft, sticky weight over his nose, covering from his upper lip to almost his eyelids. 

“Mmmmmmmm” the girl purred, the sound of it vibrating through his skull and she pushed his head back firmly against the locker with the force of her ‘kiss’.

All Jack could really see was a blurred view of Caitlin’s freckled, softly-haired philtrum and her huge nostrils just beyond, as the giantess’ hot breath washed into his eyes, causing them to flicker and water.

She continued to hum lustily, smothering his nose and cutting off his air supply, as he rapidly realised that he could not breathe with his mouth covered in tape and his nostrils sealed by her full, fleshy lips. 

He tried to hold his breath, but after 10 or so seconds his lungs were beginning to burn and his eyes were flitting up and down in panic.

Caitlin’s murmur slowly turned into a deep, resonant chuckle, and she slowly removed her lips from his face, the sticky surface prying free from his face in little increments with a slight ‘smack’ sound as they did. 

“Such a little slut…” she breathed.

Jack was too busy sucking back air through his nostrils to notice, but what Caitlin was referring to soon became apparent. His little dick had stiffened noticeably without him even knowing.

He realised with trepidation that the wicked girl’s intentions were more to do with forcing him to get worked up than to punish him, at least for the moment.

Her huge eyes were locked on to his midsection, and as air finally began to settle back in his lungs her head started to lower towards his now semi-erect member.

He couldn’t see far enough down, only the top of her head was visible, her tightly-pulled-back ginger tresses gathered up into a white scrunchie to form a ponytail, and some loose red hairs swinging gently as her head moved.

“Haha - I almost forgot how small it was,” Caitlin finally said, matter of factly.

Jack dry-swallowed, being taped to the locker made him feel so insanely vulnerable, and especially being unable to see what was going on made his heart rate skyrocket. 

“A dick like this is basically a cruel joke. You couldn’t satisfy a 5th grader. If it wasn’t for me having a little fun with it, it would only feel your pathetic little doll hands jacking it off every night.”

She stifled a snigger, immensely proud of her own efforts to humiliate him.

He both heard, and felt, Caitlin puff her cheeks and blow a firm stream of air directly at the head of his cock. The sensation was weirdly overwhelming, simply because of the force of it coming from an Alpha mouth… 

His dick twitched noticeably as the jet of air continued to buffet it, and then, as the airflow stopped, he felt her tap at it with a big fingertip and push it back up against his t-shirt-covered belly, pressing it harder and firmer into his stomach with every moment so that it quickly began to really hurt.

“You’re going to be my little toy for the weekend, ok pipsqueak?” she explained darkly, her head rising back up so she could look him in the eye.

“And if you’re a good little manlet, maybe I’ll play nice.”

She backed this up by relenting the pressure on his organ and gently caressing it with her fingertip instead. As she did this, she raised her other hand up to her chin, and extended her pinkie straight up to her lips, barely touching them, tracing a line along her bottom lip to the corner of her mouth, and then along the upper lip before slowly sinking it into her mouth in a impossibly suggestive way.

Jack stared back, his eyes unblinking and wide. His penis was swelling up by the second.

“But…” she emphasised, withdrawing her slender digit from her mouth and pursing her sultry lips at him, “If you disappoint me…”

The finger that was caressing his length so gently down below, now pressed itself hard against him so that her pointed fingernail was spearing his prick painfully.

He blinked at her repeatedly to try to let her know that he understood the message she was so bluntly delivering.

“Ha… good boy… so submissive now,” she clucked, ridiculing how easy it was with him restrained and completely incapacitated.

Shifting her lower hand, she placed her big palm against his throbbing member and with a sudden motion, smeared it into his abdomen so hard that he actually felt its girth flatten against his midsection; his head went light-headed and he felt a sudden wave of nausea.

It was like a knockout blow to his libido, the lights went off in his dick immediately and it slumped back between his legs uselessly as she snickered at him,

She was just showing him how effortless it was for her to toy with his desires and override his fragile body’s limits.

Asphyxiation was becoming a big part of what she was doing to control him… smothering him against her body clearly excited her and made her feel gigantic, but he was beginning to realise, the feeling of being overwhelmed to the point of passing out did something to him, whether he wanted it to or not.

The huge girl was about to say something else, when from far down the other end of the corridor a door was thrown open violently and hurried footsteps began to approach.

A visibly surprised and annoyed Caitlin hesitated only momentarily before swinging the locker door shut and spinning the dial, plunging Jack into darkness.

The footfalls got louder as someone approached at pace.

“Cait… Hey, Cait, wait up,” a female voice said.

“Yeah, what?” Caitlin responded, her voice terse, betraying her irritation at having her fun cut short.

The other person finally arrived on the scene, they sounded slightly out of breath.

“You up to anything fun tonight?” the voice asked.

“I’m not free, sorry,” Caitlin replied succinctly.

“I was just thinking, you know, Hannah, you and I could, you know…” the voice tried again.

Alex… Jack thought.

“Nah sorry, I have other plans, maybe tomorrow night,” Caitlin interjected.

There was a pregnant pause.

“What plans?” the other girl said, her tone becoming strained..

“What do you mean, what plans?” Caitlin responded cattily. Jack felt something press up against the locker door, most likely an arm or a hand. “I’m probably going to watch some TV and get some pizza. I’ve had a shit day, I’m not good company, ok.” 

“Look c’mon Cait, can’t I join you, I’ve got nothing to do and I’m super bored…”

“No, I’m not in the mood,” Caitlin said dismissively, as if that was final.

“Uh… well, ok,” the voice went on, “Then can I just quickly check if I’ve left something in your locker… I can’t find my bracelet anywhere…” the girl continued, sounding a little frantic.

“What?” Caitlin reacted, audibly losing patience, “Jesus, Allie, I’ve not got it, you’ve probably put it down somewhere… it’s just a bracelet, it can wait.”

“It’ll only take a moment,” continued Alex, and Jack felt the dial rattle as it was grabbed firmly.

“What’s your code, Cait, I’ll just quickly have a look.”

“What the fuck’s got into you, get off my locker…” the larger girl protested.

“C’mon, I let you use mine all the time… it’ll take two seconds…” Alex insisted.

The dial slowly clicked round.

“4-20-something right?” she asked again, her voice starting to falter, she was starting to sound strained and desperate, “4-25? 26?” 

“Get off my locker, Alex, right now…” Caitlin warned.

“God DAMN IT CAIT, JUST GIMME THE CODE!” Alex suddenly burst out, her voice cracking, sounding close to tears.

Jack heard a loud thud, and the door of the locker flexed inwards momentarily as something hit it and then fell to the floor.

He heard the sound of gasping low down to the ground, and then something almost like… crying…

“Don’t you EVER, EVER tell me what to do!” Caitlin growled, her voice as brutal and inhuman as he had ever heard it.

“You… hit me… you fucking hit me,” he heard Alex whimper to herself in complete disbelief.

Jack couldn’t believe what was happening. Caitlin had snapped at Alex, there was no going back from this.

“What’s in the locker, Cait?” Alex asked, sniffing back the tears.

“None of your business,” she replied.

“I said, what’s in the locker, Caitlin,” Alex repeated, emphasising the hard C sound.

“And I said, none of your fucking business,” the towering bully reiterated firmly.

“Is there a Beta in there, huh?” Alex asked, her snivelling starting to subside.

Caitlin went silent.

“Oh yeah, like I forget what you get up to,” Alex spat, her words tinged with sarcasm, hauling herself back to her feet. “Another little guy for you to kidnap and molest.”

Holy shit, thought Jack. Holy fucking shit.

“Well, guess what, I’m done… I’m done pretending I’m ok with this… with being your little yes-girl, covering for your asthma, turning a blind eye to all this… bullshit. I am so done.”

Caitlin didn’t say a word, Jack couldn’t hear her at all, which was probably the most worrying thing of all.

“And yeah, I know there’s a little guy in there, first thing I’m gonna do is call 9-1-1 and get them to-”

“You wouldn’t dare…” Caitlin interrupted coldly.

“Oh yeah, and why not?” Alex replied, challenging Caitlin to threaten her.

There was another prolonged silence, Jack was practically holding his breath.

“That’s what I thought…” said Alex, her voice a little quieter, but still shaking.

“You’re my best friend, Cait, but this… this isn’t right.”

There was a loud metallic bang as Jack heard what sounded like a locker take the brunt of a punch.

“So… it was you,” Caitlin breathed, her voice rising as a realisation dawned on her, “You’re the rat who squealed last week.”

There was a long pause. Oh no Alex, Jack thought…

“You stupid bitch…” Caitlin hissed, “You’ll ruin everything.”

“Stupid?! Just look at what you’ve become, Cait, you’re a serial abuser, what happened to the girl who just wanted to play ‘tea time’ and loved twirling around in pink fairy dresses…”

“Back off, Allie,” Caitlin said loudly, “You have no idea, absolutely no idea what I went through.”

“What does that even mean, are you talking about the hormone treatment? It’s the same for everyone… What makes you so special?”

“EVERYTHING!” roared Caitlin at a volume so loud that the locker door practically rattled.

Stunned into silence, Jack heard Caitlin take a step forward towards Alex.

“You don’t know the sacrifices I’ve made to get here, you’ve got no idea of the pressure, the expectation…”

“What are you talking ab-”Alex began to say, before Caitlin cut in.

“If you think I’m going to let you, or anyone else, take this away from me, you’d better think again…”

“Cait… you’re scaring me… stop it,” Alex said quietly, clearly unnerved.

“Go on, go on Allie, go call the cops,” Caitlin said in a horrible, sarcastic voice, “But if you do, you can kiss goodbye to your future, I can make quite sure of that,” she added, her voice ice cold and terrifying.

“You wouldn’t…” Alex gasped.

“Wanna find out?” Caitlin growled, taking another step forward.

“Oh Jesus…” Alex whispered, “What’s happened to you, Cait.”

 “Just fuck off, Alex, I don’t need you, I don’t need anyone,” Caitlin rumbled.

Jack heard Alex starting to cry as she turned on her heel and began to walk away, her footsteps getting quicker as she put distance between herself and Caitlin..

“Yeah that’s right, run, Alex, just run away and cry like always,” Caitlin yelled after her.

The footsteps picked up pace as they grew ever fainter before eventually the door at the end of the corridor opened and slammed shut loudly.