Daisy/Pixie

My heart pounded in fear as I dashed through one of the many halls in school. Despite being littered with student, I knew I was alone. No one was going to lend a hand to stop what hunts me. And so I ran, desperately looking, yet failing, to find a decent place to hide. If I couldn't, I'm as good as gone.

Not long after, I stumbled past a corner, and my heart lifted as an exit door came into view. Without a second thought, I dashed for it. But of course it wouldn't be that easy. All hope shattered as my hands wrapped around the knob to find it locked. This wasn't my salvation, this was a dead end.

Why did I have to run away from her, my mind screamed in fear. She always catches up, and when she did, my punishment was more severe!

In desperation, I bolted for the nearby restroom. It was a stupid idea - but my only option. My eyes set on the five toilet stalls. Without much analysis, I just picked and locked myself in the furthest one, got onto the toilet, and pulled my feet up so they weren't seen through the open gap in the bottom. At least I didn't have to worry about her looking over the stall, as the tall door pretty much touched the ceiling. All I could do now was wait, wishing my pursuer wouldn't look for me here.

*BANG*

My heart sunk. Of course she would check the restroom. Was there any other more obvious place to hide!?! I could have chosen the men's room to throw her off. But no. I just had to pick into the lady's room. Like an idiot! Worse of all, I isolated myself from eyes that may try to help me... Who am I kidding! No one in this school would stand by me. Especially against her.

*Tap Tap Tap*

My predator hit her nails on each stall, emitting an intimidating sound that announced her ever growing presence. Each tap sending a terrified shock through my core. And soon the last tap was in front of me. With great despair, I watched as her shadow and large expensive snickers settle in front of the cramped cubical I had barricaded myself in.

"Knock, Knock little piggy." Her sultry voice - confident and gleeful - filled the room with its dominating presence. "Would you be so kind as to let me in?"

I held my mouth, desperately trying not make a sound. Even pulled my legs closer to my chest, as if getting into a balled position would somehow protect me from her.

"Come on now little piggy. You wouldn't want me to huff and puff. Because if I have to force my way in, I might just eat the little piggy."

I could not see her, but knew she was smirking. Why did I have to run?

"Do not make this harder for yourself." She slurred. "You are already in trouble for running. Would you really want to add defiance to the list of punishment."

I had to comply. She would get in no matter what. This weak lock could not possibly keep someone as strong as her outside. So in defeat, I took several breaths to calm myself down and stood up to unlock the door and meet my faith.

*CLICK*

The sound of the lock was deafening, as it announced the start of my daily demise. In agonizing slowness, I pulling the door open and was instantly greeted with the sight of my pursuer's tightly covered abdomen. A common thing I found myself seeing when facing the towering athletic frame of my 6 foot 10 tormentor, Blair. The mere sight made me feel pathetically small and scared. My eyes remained locked onto her belly, but I could feel her stares burn into my core. No doubt a smug and triumphant smirk on her as she, once again, caught me.

"Was that so hard," she slurred. Her hand - big enough to cover the half side of my head - rose and softly caressed my cheeks, making me quiver. Then ever so gently, she glided down to massage my neck. In one quick motion, her hand clamped - choking and pulling me out of the stall. Effortlessly slamming my tiny frame against the adjacent wall.

My body cried out in pain. I tried to gasp, but couldn't breath. My fingers tried to fight off the large hand around my neck, but she was just too strong. All I could do was wait for her to show mercy.

Just as I was about to faint, she let go. Allowing me to fall right onto her stomach for support, all the while I gasped to fill my tiny lungs with air. And while I leaned onto her core - breathing in her sweet perfume - I couldn't help but notice the powerful abs behind her shirt and soft, lavish, olive skin. She was really the definition of power and femininity. A true amazon.

As I tried to recuperate, her large hand pushed on my small chest and pinned me once again to the wall.

"So piggy, want to tell me why you run?"

The new pressure on my lungs deprived me my of newly attained air. But even in pain, I had to answer. "I..." My voice was weak and rasped. "I-I... I'm sorry."

"'Sorry' is not an answer, pixie." Blair's hand pressed harder. Pushing out what little air I had left. "Tell me, why did you run?"

"I-I-I was scared."

"You were scared?" Blair bent down, hovering her breasts in front my face. Those large orbs threatened to spill out of her tight low v-cut neckline. It made me feel intimidated and inadequate in comparison.  "Are you scared of me, Pixie?"

"Y-yes." I stuttered in fear. My cheeks burning as I gazed into the valley of her divine mounds.

"Really," She got lower, almost bending a full 90 degrees to whisper in my ear, "Good."

An immense pressure was applied to my chest, threatening to crush my ribs with ease. But as I felt like breaking, she withdrew. The absence of her hand sent me falling on the floor. Gasping next to her snickers, as I cradled my chest in pain.

"I like that you are scared of me, Pixie," she spoke from above like the goddess she thought she was. "But if you truly feared me then you would never run. You know I don't like chasing you right?"

Lies. She loved the hunt. It turned her on.

"And for that, you must be punished."

The choking was not enough?

"Stand up," Blair commanded, nudging me would a large foot.

I obeyed. Getting on my feet and standing right in front of her. Feeling small under her shadow and gaze. She liked standing close to me, it gave her a power trip.

"Haha, oh my. Look at this, your head doesn't even reach the bottom of my breasts." She took hold of my chin, holding my head steady as she measured me. She knew I was short, but loved to remind me and herself with her constant comparisons.

Sure enough, my entire height fell short from the underside of her breasts. Of course standing a humiliating 4'6 next to her 6'10 frame allowed a height difference that was nothing short of comical.

"Wow, that is pathetic," she released my chin quite forcefully. Leaving me quivering for a second as she reached into her tight jeans to pull out a chocolate bar. "You like chocolate?"

"Yes," I said meekly. My eyes shifting down from her slightly exposed belly to her large snickers dwarfing my own. Nervous as hell, not knowing what she had in stored for me.

She unwrapped the bar messily. Making sure to smear one hand into the chocolate. "Oh dear me, look at this mess. I am so clumsy." She giggled and showed me her chocolate coated fingers, "Can you be a dear and clean it up for me, you know, since you love chocolate."

With her fingers practically poking onto my lips, it was clear what she wanted me to do. In fear, I stuck out my tiny tongue and run it across her sticky fingers. Lathering her digit is a fine layer of spit as the dark chocolate was licked off.

"Good girl. Get it real clean." She chuckled and forced her fingers into my mouth. They were to long! I almost gagged as it hit the back of my throat. Regardless, I sucked what I could in humiliation. And with a playful smirk, Blair pinched my tongue between her pointer finger and thumb then pulled it out. I winced, but did not fight back, allowing my tiny tongue to be displayed to her.

With an arrogant grin, she wiped her fingers and hand against my tongue like a rug. Occasionally squeezing it to show dominance. When her digits were fairly clean, she and patted my head like I was her bitch. Sallying my hair with my own sticky spit.

"Good girl." She said before popping the chocolate bar into her mouth. I could do nothing but wait under the shadow of her extruding breasts as she chewed loudly. Then a minute later, she finally spoke with her mouth still full, "I neber willy layked jowcolate. Too shweet fow me."

Her face came into view - right above mine - as her hands took hold of my chin, squeezed hard and forcing my mouth open.

"Opwen op." She angled her own mouth and stuck out her tongue. I cringed at what was about the happened. But ultimately couldn't do anything as Blair let the slimy mix of the chocolate and saliva pour down into my own gaping maw.

 A warm and thick goo - that held a disgusting feel - hit my tongue, filling my mouth and overflowing onto my cheeks. I wanted to gagged, but I knew full well that if I splattered any on her I would pay far worse than this degrading punishment. So in utter shame and helplessness, I let Blair drool into my open maw.

She smacked her mouth, collected what was left and spat it into my face, missing my mouth but hitting my right eye. "Woops, missed there." She chuckled before forcing my mouth closed. Sealing her warm mess behind my lips. "Now swallow."

I knew this was coming, but couldn't help cringe as she said it. So, in utter disgust and totally humiliation, I closed my eyes, fought against the instinct to puke, and force-swallow the warm goo. Th act left me feeling pathetic and dirty. But Blair wasn't done with me. In one final push to further humiliate me, she smeared the slime on my eyes all over the rest of my face. Even getting it into my blonde hair. And all I could do was stand obediently as she used me like a towel.

"Good little pixie," she cooed before throwing me on the ground. With a pleased grin, Blair walked over me towards the nearby sink and washed her hands. Checking herself in the mirror and ignoring my puny existence before walking out like nothing happened.

It took me a few minutes to fully recover what had just happened. Gathering myself up, I walked over to the faucet and washed off what I could. But before I could get myself fully cleaned, I caught a look at the mirror. I saw a broken girl, her golden hair in a sticky mess. Her face red and dirt, and eyes at the edge of tearing up.

The person looked pathetic. I looked pathetic...And before I knew it, my red cheeks was soaked with humiliated tears. The last strength in me gave way, and I fell and bawled my eyes out.

Life was bad. And to make things worse, I was also late for class. What a way to start the new school year.