Candace Plays Hardball (A Lesson in Karma spinoff)
Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2021 9:25 pm
[Note: This a story spun off from A Lesson in Karma, originally written by Nikolai. I recommend reading that story first for context (and also because it’s just a damn good story). You can find it here: viewtopic.php?f=4&t=1200 ]
So by now you’ll know that I’ve stripped a load of girls, and gotten off on it a hell of a load of times, and yet I say I’m straight as an arrow (at least as far as my sexual preference goes). That’s weird, ain’t it? You think that I’d be doing this because I’m into girls, but I’m not (though I’m not judging - power to you if that’s your hustle).
And then the next thing you think is “Why hasn’t she stripped any guys?” and the truth is that I have. Thing is, my thing has always been humiliating other girls to make myself moist. That’s how I started, and it’s how I finished, when it eventually all fell apart. Maybe if I had been known for stripping and humiliating the gender I was actually into, then things wouldn’t have gone so far south when they did. Sure, I’d have much more of a reputation for being a horny pervert, but at least people might’ve got it then.
Who am I kidding, I probably would’ve been caught out even sooner. Anyway, the point is that I have, on occasion, experimented. Let it never be said that I’m afraid to try new things. So for your entertainment, here’s the first time I stripped and humiliated a member of the opposite sex:
If I remember this right, this all took place shortly after sophomore year started. The first year of my career in humiliation had been a promising start. I’d cemented my authority and popularity and even managed to knock some bitches down a peg when they deserved it (alongside those who didn’t, bless them). I was pretty hot shit by that point, and popular with basically anyone not stupid enough to get on my bad side, or unlucky enough to be the victim of my whims.
Of course, when you’re the popular girl at school, that comes with certain...annoyances. You find you’ve got a lot of eyes on you, *especially* from the guys. Maybe I’ve forfeited my right to criticise the degradation and objectification of girls as trophies for guys, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been affected by it. Sure, I knew that I was going to be eyecandy for any and all owners of a penis within viewing distance, but I drew the line at guys getting handsy with me, or any of my victims without my express permission.
So of course that’s what the campus’ resident meathead ended up doing. Tom Wang had just kickstarted his senior year by being crowned captain of the school football team, which was unsurprising given he had more muscles than smarts. Seems like it didn’t take long for this power to go to his head, because that same afternoon I felt an unwanted hand clap me across the ass cheeks as I was lost in thought as to what delightful torture I would visit on my next unfortunate victim.
Turning around with a red mist in my eyes, I was greeted by the moronic, cocksure face of one Asian dudebro, flashing me his pearly whites in a grin as he nodded his head upward in some form of greeting. “Sup, babe? How’d you feel about going on a date with the freshly minted captain of the football team?” I did my best to conceal my fury. As much as I wanted to knee him in the stones right there and then, you all know by now that revenge is a dish I like to serve cold. “Oh, uh, hi...you’re Tom Wang, right? Well, sorry, Tommy, but I’m not really taking boyfriend applications right now, and if I were, then the first requirement would be a brain.”
In the distance I could see and hear Tom’s boyfriends snicker and “oooooh” in response to my retort. He looked back at them, then back to me, all the while nodding his head and wearing a grin of smug irreverence. “Come on, Candace - any girl here would *kill* for the chance to date me, and here *I* am *choosing* you! So whaddya say; Friday night, me and you at Joey’s diner, my treat.”
What happened next completely caught me off guard. As if I hadn’t been assaulted by this lunk enough already, Tom then grabbed me by the crotch - *my literal fucking pussy* - and pulled me towards him. “And once we’re done there,” he whispered “maybe you and I could have ourselves a good time in the football stands.” I staggered and took several breaths, needing to steady myself by grabbing Tom’s admittedly sizeable biceps. Even now his cronies were loving every minute of this, whooping and hollering as Tom had cupped his hand around my lady parts and dragged me in.
My rage was at a fever pitch, but all Tom had done was seal the deal. By this point, a quick death was far more than he deserved. Hoisting my coochie off of his palm and pushing hard away from him, I started acting a little sweeter, a little more teasingly, as if any of what he had just done had had any positive effect on me. “You know what? I’ve changed my mind. Maybe a date with you could be...interesting.” Tom’s grin grew a little wider, satisfied with my response and receiving approving nods and fist pumps from his fellow meatheads. It was at this point that he went in for a pass at the Third Wonder of Candace Owens. I grabbed his wrist before his hand came within five inches of my chest. “However,” I said, my tone ice cold “if you touch me again without my permission,” I hardened my grip, even managing to make Tom wince a little “I will make sure you won’t be able to give yourself another hand job for as long as you live. Got that?” Tom was now wincing a lot. I released my grip on him. I may be playing along, but not without some ground rules. “Alright,” he hollered to me as I turned and started walking away “Friday night at Joey’s! I’ll pick you up at six!”
“Six thirty.” I called back without so much as turning my head. “Looks like this take time and work.”
“What an idiot.” I muttered to myself as I pulled out my phone to update my girls on what was happening. “Change of plan, ladies. Friday night we’ve got a football captain to humiliate.” I texted into the group chat. “And this one is going to be *deeply* personal.”
So by now you’ll know that I’ve stripped a load of girls, and gotten off on it a hell of a load of times, and yet I say I’m straight as an arrow (at least as far as my sexual preference goes). That’s weird, ain’t it? You think that I’d be doing this because I’m into girls, but I’m not (though I’m not judging - power to you if that’s your hustle).
And then the next thing you think is “Why hasn’t she stripped any guys?” and the truth is that I have. Thing is, my thing has always been humiliating other girls to make myself moist. That’s how I started, and it’s how I finished, when it eventually all fell apart. Maybe if I had been known for stripping and humiliating the gender I was actually into, then things wouldn’t have gone so far south when they did. Sure, I’d have much more of a reputation for being a horny pervert, but at least people might’ve got it then.
Who am I kidding, I probably would’ve been caught out even sooner. Anyway, the point is that I have, on occasion, experimented. Let it never be said that I’m afraid to try new things. So for your entertainment, here’s the first time I stripped and humiliated a member of the opposite sex:
If I remember this right, this all took place shortly after sophomore year started. The first year of my career in humiliation had been a promising start. I’d cemented my authority and popularity and even managed to knock some bitches down a peg when they deserved it (alongside those who didn’t, bless them). I was pretty hot shit by that point, and popular with basically anyone not stupid enough to get on my bad side, or unlucky enough to be the victim of my whims.
Of course, when you’re the popular girl at school, that comes with certain...annoyances. You find you’ve got a lot of eyes on you, *especially* from the guys. Maybe I’ve forfeited my right to criticise the degradation and objectification of girls as trophies for guys, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been affected by it. Sure, I knew that I was going to be eyecandy for any and all owners of a penis within viewing distance, but I drew the line at guys getting handsy with me, or any of my victims without my express permission.
So of course that’s what the campus’ resident meathead ended up doing. Tom Wang had just kickstarted his senior year by being crowned captain of the school football team, which was unsurprising given he had more muscles than smarts. Seems like it didn’t take long for this power to go to his head, because that same afternoon I felt an unwanted hand clap me across the ass cheeks as I was lost in thought as to what delightful torture I would visit on my next unfortunate victim.
Turning around with a red mist in my eyes, I was greeted by the moronic, cocksure face of one Asian dudebro, flashing me his pearly whites in a grin as he nodded his head upward in some form of greeting. “Sup, babe? How’d you feel about going on a date with the freshly minted captain of the football team?” I did my best to conceal my fury. As much as I wanted to knee him in the stones right there and then, you all know by now that revenge is a dish I like to serve cold. “Oh, uh, hi...you’re Tom Wang, right? Well, sorry, Tommy, but I’m not really taking boyfriend applications right now, and if I were, then the first requirement would be a brain.”
In the distance I could see and hear Tom’s boyfriends snicker and “oooooh” in response to my retort. He looked back at them, then back to me, all the while nodding his head and wearing a grin of smug irreverence. “Come on, Candace - any girl here would *kill* for the chance to date me, and here *I* am *choosing* you! So whaddya say; Friday night, me and you at Joey’s diner, my treat.”
What happened next completely caught me off guard. As if I hadn’t been assaulted by this lunk enough already, Tom then grabbed me by the crotch - *my literal fucking pussy* - and pulled me towards him. “And once we’re done there,” he whispered “maybe you and I could have ourselves a good time in the football stands.” I staggered and took several breaths, needing to steady myself by grabbing Tom’s admittedly sizeable biceps. Even now his cronies were loving every minute of this, whooping and hollering as Tom had cupped his hand around my lady parts and dragged me in.
My rage was at a fever pitch, but all Tom had done was seal the deal. By this point, a quick death was far more than he deserved. Hoisting my coochie off of his palm and pushing hard away from him, I started acting a little sweeter, a little more teasingly, as if any of what he had just done had had any positive effect on me. “You know what? I’ve changed my mind. Maybe a date with you could be...interesting.” Tom’s grin grew a little wider, satisfied with my response and receiving approving nods and fist pumps from his fellow meatheads. It was at this point that he went in for a pass at the Third Wonder of Candace Owens. I grabbed his wrist before his hand came within five inches of my chest. “However,” I said, my tone ice cold “if you touch me again without my permission,” I hardened my grip, even managing to make Tom wince a little “I will make sure you won’t be able to give yourself another hand job for as long as you live. Got that?” Tom was now wincing a lot. I released my grip on him. I may be playing along, but not without some ground rules. “Alright,” he hollered to me as I turned and started walking away “Friday night at Joey’s! I’ll pick you up at six!”
“Six thirty.” I called back without so much as turning my head. “Looks like this take time and work.”
“What an idiot.” I muttered to myself as I pulled out my phone to update my girls on what was happening. “Change of plan, ladies. Friday night we’ve got a football captain to humiliate.” I texted into the group chat. “And this one is going to be *deeply* personal.”