But Defeat Also Has Perks

It was a few days later and Humilia was still living off the high of that encounter. Each time she looked back to it, she would feel a warm little wave of joy and satisfaction. The look on poor little Casey's face as she sprinted all the way home! It was a glorious sight that Humilia would hold dear for a long time to come. She could already tell that Casey would be remembered as one of her favourite victims, and not just by herself...

She had the pictures which she had taken with her phone. She had not uploaded them to her blog. Not yet. She was savouring that moment. She was sure that her readers would enjoy them just as much as she had. Well, almost as much as she had.

Yes indeed. Everything was going as well as it could be for her now. She had new pictures and a new story that would be sure to keep her readers happy until her usual haunts cooled down enough for her to go back. She even had leverage over Casey in the form of those anonymous boys from her college who of course did not actually exist. Just in case she wanted to call the girl back for an encore. It was going to be good. Humilia wouldn't keep the game up forever. She wanted Casey to know it was her who had set it up eventually. She wanted to see the girl beg, and listen to her plead for her dignity. The very idea of Casey on her knees, begging for mercy made Humilia shudder with want and desire. Oh it was definitely not the last time that Casey and she would meet.

But not yet. There was a such thing as playing your hand too soon. She had to be patient and she had to be careful. For now what she had gotten was good enough.

But Humilia had made a mistake. For all her preparation careful work, something had slipped her mind, and it was this: sometimes when one sees themselves as the predator in a world of prey it can be tempting to forget that other hunters exist as well.

There came a knocking at the door. Humilia frowned. She wasn't expecting anyone over. She didn't have a ton of close friends and even those she did have usually didn't bother to visit her. She rose to her feet and made her way to the front door. Peering through the window, she saw a woman she did not recognise waiting for her on the other side.

The stranger was tall and well formed, with pale skin and a face that was sprinkled with freckles. She had ginger hair, cut short in a boyish style and green eyes. She was wearing a dark blouse with little decoration and a grey skirt which went all the way to her ankles. Her face looked familiar enough for Humilia to frown and wonder where she had seen it before. After a moment of thought it came back to her. She had seen that face during her research in Casey. It was the other woman's older sister. Hannah. Hannah Heigh. Twenty five years old and a business woman of considerable means. She was working hard to renew the family's failing fortune, but hadn't managed to do so just yet.

Now she had realised the origin of the woman, Humilia could see the family resemblance. It was in the bone structure of the face and the cheeks. Humilia licked the corner of her lips. Obviously this was something to do with Casey. She hadn't expected that but she could handle it. She had the photos after all and Hannah was just as devoted to family reputation as Casey. Perhaps even more.

Yes. This might be a good chance to have more fun. If Hannah had come expecting her to cower and shake she was in for a very rude awakening. The other woman didn't look half bad once you factored in her plain style of dress. Her eyes were deep and colourful, and her figure was alluring and sexual. Her chest wasn't as big as that of her younger sister, but she had a sense of confidence about her that Casey didn't. The sort of thing that Humilia loved to strip away layer by layer.

The door opened and Humilia stepped out to meet the other woman. As soon as she did, Hannah spoke.

"You're Humilia, yes? Humilia Tron? I've been looking for you."

"I'm sure you have," Humilia said. She decided not to play the innocent role this time. Hannah obviously knew who she was and what she did. It would make it all the sweeter when she bent her to her will anyway. "Let me guess, this is about your sister?"

Hannah frowned. Her eyes narrowed and Humilia detected a flash of anger in her gaze.

"You know, I don't know why you need to talk to me about it," Humilia poked her. "If my younger sister had taken up naked jogging, I'd support her rather than look for someone to blame. By the way, how did you manage to find me? I'd like to know for the future."

"Finding you was not hard." Hannah said. "You gave us your name after all. That was rather stupid. After Casey got back to the house, she was practically in tears. Lucky for her, no one but me was there and I was able to get her covered up and calmed down after what you did."

"After what I did? Surely you mean the boys from her class? It's not my fault that poor little Casey caught their gaze."

"You did it." It was not a question. "You gave us your name. That was all I needed. I asked around and found that name was associated with other incidents of the same kind. After that, I found photos of you. Then more stories. Your victims. Knowing that, I was able to narrow down your usual haunts and from there find out where you lived."

"Clever." Humilia said. "Most people probably wouldn't think to do that. Or if they did, they wouldn't have the patience to track me down that way."

"You hurt Casey," Hannah said simply. "I would have expended a lot more energy to find you."

"Hah. Well, now you have. But what are you going to do about it? I still have those photos of her."

"You're going to upload those anyway."

"That's true. But I was also going to blur her face and keep her identity secret. If you give me trouble, I might forget to do that. I wonder what all her friends would say when they found those photos? I wonder how Casey would react?"

"I see..." Hannah said. "To be honest, I thought you might say something like that. It also confirms one other thing for me."

"Really?"

"Yes. You're arrogant. When you gave Casey your name, I thought it could be a mistake. A slip-up. But someone who has done this as often as you have wouldn't likely make such a mistake. Which told me that you gave her your name on purpose."

"Hah!" Humilia laughed. "That's true! I take back what I said. You're not just smart. You're very smart. You see I like to humiliate people. I like them to beg me for mercy. I like to see the tears in their eyes, the red on their face. It's not a proper game unless I can tear someone down and that means it's no fun if they don't know who's doing it. I wan ted Casey to have my name. It wouldn't have been fair if she didn't. I also wasn't done with her, so I wanted her to know me for later."

"You're done with her now."

"Am I? What are you going to do, call the police?"

"I could."

"You could." Humilia nodded. "But those photos would get posted. That would be a massive blow for Casey and for your family too, right? You're trying to get your fortune back. I wonder just how much damage that those pictures would do to that cause. How many years it might set you back."

Hannah crossed her arms. She locked eyes with Humilia, but neither woman was going to blink. Humilia had expected more anger from her, though. Helplessness as she realised how unable to protect her sister she was. Instead she was faced with iron resolve.

"I am not going to go to the police to solve this," Hannah said. "But you are going to be leaving Casey alone from now on. And you're not going to be posting those pictures either."

"Oh really? What sort of trick do you have to accomplish that miracle?" Now it was Humilia who folded her arms across her chest, grinning at the other woman. "Because from where I'm standing, you don't have a whole lot of tools."

"What do I have? Simple." Hannah refused to admit defeat. "Let's play a game."

"Play a game?" Humilia quirked an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"

"Exactly what you think it means. One round. One game. One winner and one loser. The winner is able to punish the loser in any way that they see fit."

"Hmmm." It was a trap. Humilia knew that it was a trap and yet she was also intrigued. "How do I know that you would do what I say even if I won?"

"I have this." Hannah reached into the pocket of her blouse and pulled out a modern looking touch screen phone. As she swiped the screen a picture appeared. it was Hannah sitting on the floor of some bathroom. She was naked, her legs were spread and she was rubbing an obviously soaking pussy.

Before Humilia could reach for it, Hannah stashed the phone away again.

"That's my forfeit." Hannah said. "Once we start playing I'll put the phone down. If you win, you can take it and the pictures on it. After that, it's not just my little sister you'll have **** for."

Humilia felt a wave of tingles spreading through her body. Her blood was rushing, the picture had cast Hannah in an unexpectedly sexy light, and she wanted to see more. She wanted to break the other woman down, to humiliate her and make her beg for mercy.

"What sort of game do you have in mind?"

Hannah gestured to a briefcase which she had set on the ground when she knocked on the door.

"How about a game of rock, paper scissors?"

"Seriously?"

Hannah grinned, though there was little mirth in the smile. "Absolutely. It's the sort of thing that suits us both. Fast and to the point. One winner and one loser. Three rounds, one game. Then the punishment."

Humilia nodded. Outwardly, she was eager but her mind was also working. Rock, Paper Scissors was a psychological game more than anything. You had to be able to read your opponent and she was *good* at reading people. Hannah had given her the edge before they even started.

"All right," She said and threw open the door. "Come on in. I wouldn't want to publicly humiliate you...just yet."

Humilia turned, leading the other woman into the house. The door closed behind them and she brought Hannah to the living room. There was a sofa on one side, a TV on the other and a table in the centre of the room. Not much else.

"This is a good place to do it." Humilia said.

"All right." The two women squared up. Hannah turned towards her opponent. "Just so you know, I am going to use rock."

Humilia just smirked. It was a tactic. By telling her ahead of time, Hannah presented her with the choice to either use Paper which would counter Rock or call her bluff and choose Scissors instead. It was meant to put pressure on her.

They went. Humilia choose Paper and Hannah choose rock.

"Did you think that would shake me? That's one down for you. If I beat you again, you're going to be my little bitch. I wonder if I can get Casey here too and get photos of the both of you together? That would be delicious."

Hannah said nothing. They squared up for a second time. This round, Hannah didn't announce her move ahead of time but Humilia guessed she would go with Rock again. Instead, she went with Scissors and won the round. Humilia frowned, but gave a shrug.

"One-one then." She said. "I'm still not particularly worried. Are you?"

Hannah gave her a long, hard look.

"I'm not worried," She said. "I am going to win. And when I do win I am not just going to make you get rid of those photos. You made Casey suffer and for that I'm going to make you pay. I really do intend to punish you."

"Punish me?" Humilia laughed. "And how do you intend to do that?"

"The same way that you've done it to others," Hannah said. Humilia felt her heart skip a beat as something hard caught in her throat. "I'm going to strip you naked and humiliate you for the world to see. I'm going to make you cry out and beg, and call me mistress. I'm going to punish you in a way that you understand."

Humilia laughed, but her voice was shaky. She felt a strange sensation sweeping through her body. Heat seemed to flood her womanhood, and her throat suddenly felt rather dry. She didn't know if Hannah recognised the reaction she'd created but she pushed on anyway.

"I am going to make you kneel on the ground with a collar and a lead. Strip you naked and take photos. I'm going to make you pleasure yourself while I watch. I am going to make you feel as helpless and degraded as you have made so many others feel."

"H-hah," Humilia **** a mocking smirk on her face. "Fancy words, but I don't see any movement. You ready to play?"

"Yes. I am going to use rock again."

Humilia had not expected Hannah to go back to announcing her move. Obviously, Hannah would not expect a tactic which had failed once to now work for her, so she had to be choosing one of the other items. Paper or Scissors. If Humilia fell for her trap, she'd use Paper so Hannah's most logical choice was Scissors. That way she'd win.

...but only if she expected Humilia to fall for her bluff. If Humilia didn't fall for the bluff, then Humilia would logically choose Scissors to counter Hannah's Paper. So Rock became a viable choice only if Hannah expected Humilia to call her bluff.

So it became a psychological game. If Hannah was betting on Humilia falling for the trick, then Humilia could beat her with Scissors. But if she really was going to use Rock then Paper was the choice to make. Then again, there could be a double-bluff. If Hannah knew that Humilia would see through her trick and counter her hidden Paper with Scissors then actually using Rock would become viable again. It all depended on who read who better.

Humilia's lips felt dry. Her eyes flicked upwards, trying to read Hannah's face. She looked focused, gaze narrowed. What was the choice to make? What would win her the prize?

Time was ticking away. She had only seconds left to decide. Paper or Scissors? She swallowed and tried to focus but thoughts of Hannah's promised **** kept intruding on her mind in uncomfortable ways. She couldn't seem to quite push them away and the other woman's whispered threats made her heart beat faster.

I am going to make you kneel in defeat. Naked and with a collar around your throat.

No way, Humilia thought. No way she would ever allow that. But as she looked up again, Hannah's emerald gaze met hers and she felt something shift inside of her. Nervousness made her hesitate. A sense of unease which had not felt up to this moment.

"What's the matter?" Hannah asked, her lips quirked into a cruel smile. "I already told you what I am picking. All you have to do is counter it and I'll be your bitch., You can make me do whatever humiliating task you want. Of course if you don't counter it then you'll be my bitch and you'll be the one due for punishment. Which one do you want, Humilia?"

"That's a stupid question," Humilia said. "I'm always the one in charge!"

"Then make your choice."

The two made their final move. Humilia choose Paper to counter Hannah's Scissors, but Hannah used Rock and won the match. For a moment Humilia just stared in shock. Her mind didn't process it.

Holy fuck, she thought. How did I fall for that? I should have seen it coming. I DID see it coming!

Hannah's lips twisted into a cruel smirk now. Her hands lowered to her side.

"Looks like I won," She said. "You ready to be punished?"

"Fuck you. You have no way to make me do anything. Did you really think I'd play fair if I lost? Maybe you've forgotten, but you don't have anything on me to make me do what you want."

That was what Humilia meant to say. Somehow though, the words died on the tip of her tongue. Something hot and warm inside of her was awakening and Hannah shot her a piercing gaze which seemed to pin her to the spot and dare her to disobey. She tried to speak again but something seemed to have stolen her tongue. Hannah grinned, barring her teeth in way that looked decidedly unfriendly. Something hit the ground at Humilia's feet. It was a collar.

"Let's start. Take off your clothes and put that on. Until I'm satisfied it's the only thing you're allowed to wear."

Humilia swallowed. Her throat was dry. There was no way she was going to do this. She was the one who did this to others! This was totally the reverse of what was supposed to happen! She could stop at any time. She could put a stop to this at any moment. So long as she kept saying that, she found that she could keep going. Something in Hannah's eyes made her weak at the knees, and as much as she searched for it she could not seem to find her courage.

She stripped off her shoes and her socks. Each item of clothing she removed made her feel hotter and hotter. Like she was burning up from the inside. The whole thing had an air of unreality to it. Like a dream. Like an inversion of how the world was supposed to work. Humilia worked down her trousers, removing them made her face flush red. There was a flash as Hannah's phone camera caught the image forever. Humilia groaned with horror but kept going. She was wearing black panties, and as she drew them to the ground she realised just how submissive she was being to the other woman. Surely she should be fighting this? Hannah couldn't make her do it so why was she doing it so easily? Why did it make her feel so hot and horny? She didn't understand but even if her mind refused to comprehend, her hands knew what to do.

She stripped off her panties and took off her top. She even unstrapped her padded bra and let it fall to the ground. She couldn't believe she had thrown away even this last vestige of her dignity. Her chest was far too small for Humilia to ever have been comfortable with someone else seeing but now she had exposed herself to an enemy! Something churned inside of her. Her legs felt shaky, her pussy was wet. Was she getting off on this? What the fuck was happening?!

"Put the collar on." Hannah said. "I'm not going to ask you again."

Humilia nodded. She bent down and picked up the collar, fiddling with it as she did. It felt heavy and unwieldy. Unnatural as she pressed it against her neck. The buckle pressed into her skin as she did it up, tightening it around her throat. Why she doing this? Why was she going along with this?

Humilia shivered as Hannah approached. The red head women swept her gaze up and down Humilia's body. A small smile curved her lips.

"Not much in the chest department, are you? I'd almost call you flat but that would be an insult to people who are flat."

Humilia flushed, looking down at the ground. She hated Hannah's words and also hated how they turned her on. Hannah told her to stand with her hands behind her back then. She did it even though she silently raged at her own body to do anything but. She spread her legs, letting her hated rival see absolutely everything that she had. Hannah took her briefcase and knelt on the floor in front of Humilia. Humilia took a sudden hissing breathe as Hannah's hands traced the outline of her pussy. Her forefingers carefully followed the curve of her lower lips, teasing her and making her shudder with suppressed desire. Humilia bit her tongue to keep from moaning when Hannah's hands moved towards her clitoris. Her gentle prodding of it made Humilia gasp, and once she had located it Hannah gave a grin.

"You're not going to like this next part," She said. "But it's part of your punishment. "

She withdrew from the briefcase a small clip of some sort. It looked like a clothpeg but smaller and more delicate. It had two grasping hands, and on the other end, a tiny little bell. Hannah rang it, just so that they could both hear its sound. Then her fingers returned to Humilia's pussy. Humilia closed her eyes but that only intensified the feeling. Hannah was enjoying this moment, tormenting her by running her hands across her lower lips. Dipping her fingers into her pussy, teasing her with soft promises of more. Humilia grew more and more aroused. More and more wet. Before long her clit had become engorged. Hannah traced it with her fingers, enjoying how Humilia flinched each time she made contact with the sensitive hood.

"You know," She said. "This is for Casey of course. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying this myself. Something about you really ticked me off. Made me want to see you naked and begging. You're naked now but you're not begging just yet. We'll see if we can change that."

She then took the peg and eased it over her clitoris. The two holding arms were each clamped onto her bud. Humilia hissed and bucked at the sudden feeling, she threw her head back in surprise but the motion only made the bell jingle.

"It feels tight," Humilia complained. The clamp was gripping her with some ****. Her clit was buzzing with sensation. Heat pulsed through her lower body. It wasn't pain, but being held there like that made her face burn with humiliation.

"Get used to it," Hannah advised her. "The next part is this."

She took something else from the case as well. It was a dildo. A plastic cock which ended in a large, flat base so it could be set against the floor and used to impale oneself. Humilia's breathe caught in her throat when she saw it.

"Here is your punishment for what you did to Casey," Hannah told her. "I want you to fuck yourself with this dildo. I want you to really fuck it. I'd say that I wanted to see your tits bouncing but since you don't have any, I needed to figure out something else. So it's this little bell I want to hear. You're to fuck yourself silly with that dildo until I tell you otherwise, got it?"

"Y-yes." Humilia nodded. Her face had gone pale. Why the hell was she still going along with this?

"Then get started! And while you do it, I'm going to be taking pictures and video."

Humilia's skin felt hot. The dildo was on the floor in front of her. It wasn't that big, but the very thought of what she was about to do made her hesitate. Hannah had taken a seat on one of the chairs and was already pulling out her phone. Humilia blanched. She didn't want to do this. This wasn't how the world was supposed to work!

But at the same time she didn't seem to be able to stop. Her legs folded until she was kneeling with her thighs spread. The tip of the dildo jutted upwards towards her pussy. Her lower lips were soaking. Humilia's eyes closed as one of her hands moved to her pussy, rubbing it for a few moments. The feeling was intense. Much stronger than when she was alone. The bell on her clit gripped it firmly, made her feel every twitch and motion.

This was going to be intense.

Humilia could feel the plastic tip of the dildo pressing against her folds. She swallowed, nervous and anxious. Her pussy was warm, eager. An aching need filled her and she was shocked by just how into this she was. The collar gripped her throat, reminding her of what she was doing and why. Her hand fell to her pussy, stretching her lower lips as she lowered herself onto the phallus.

It wasn't like she had never used sex toys before. She was an adult woman who was confident in her own sexuality. She'd used dildos and vibrators. Partially to enjoy herself and partially so she would know how her victims felt. The better to capitalise on that.

But this was unlike that. As the plastic length filled her, stretching her lower lips, Humilia felt a tingling wave of pleasure begin to build between her folds. She groaned, pushing herself to the very base of the toy before rising up again using her knees and lower legs. The feeling grew stronger, like a fire between her legs. A burning tightness which scared her with its intensity. The bell tinkled as she moved, the clamps holding her clit made it buzz with feeling. Her head was spinning now. It felt so good that it was hard to focus. Hannah was taking photos, moving back and forth to get the best view. Humilia gasped for air, sweat beaded her body and she began to find her rhythm. She moved up and down more and more quickly. The rapid motions of the dildo made her insides tense up. Pleasured tingled through her nerves, making her breath more quickly. She gasped for air, the bell became a constant refrain. Tinkling away as she pleasured herself. Humilia thrust her lower self onto the dildo, feeling it penetrate her. Making her cry out. The motion became constant, part of a pattern. Rising and falling. The whole world seemed to narrow to only the part of it between her thighs. She gasped and moaned, the feeling was good. Rising up inside of her with each thrust and movement.

Humilia climaxed for the first time a few moments later. The intense feeling washed through her, the buzzing of her trapped clit made it impossible to resist. She threw her head back and moaned for the camera. Realising even as she did that this was going to be a moment she would relive again and again thanks to those pictures.

But it wasn't over. Even as she sagged downwards, Humilia felt Hannah curl a finger under her collar and use it to jerk her face upwards towards her own.

"Did I say you could stop yet? Keep going!"

Humilia was more ginger about it this time. Her womanhood pulsed with sensitivity after her last orgasm. Her clit especially had become more ****. She swallowed, and wanted to argue. But as she looked up into Hannah's eyes, those words died on her tongue again.

So she kept going. Riding the dildo until she felt the coming of a second climax. By now, her thighs were starting to burn with exertion and her womanhood was crying out for release. Humilia was moaning openly with each thrust, feeling the dildo penetrate her more and more deeply. Hannah watched with a satisfied expression.

After her second orgasm, Humilia felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. It was so intense! She didn't want to keep riding it, but Hannah was watching her with her arms crossed. Finally, Humilia realised what she wanted. It made her soul recoil to be baited like that, but she didn't have a choice.

"Please," She said. "I don't want to ride the dildo anymore. Let me stop, I am begging you."

"You're begging me?"

"Yes..."

"On your knees with a dildo in your pussy and a collar around your throat. Naked on the floor and begging?"

"Yes!"

"Fine then. I guess you've had enough of the dildo for now."

Humilia breathed a sigh of relief and allowed herself to relax. The dildo was sticky and wet with her fluids as she set it aside. However she was sure that Hannah was not finished with her yet.

She was right. Even as Humilia had been fucking herself with the dildo, Hannah had kicked off her shoes, tights and skirt. She now stood naked from the waist down. Her pussy was wet and clearly aroused from what she had seen. As Humilia watched, she reached into the briefcase again and emerged with another tool to torment her. This time it was a strap on. A dildo attached to a harness which she was already pulling into place against her pussy. There was a series of ridges and bumps on the inside which would ride up against Hannah's pussy as she used it, pleasuring her as she worked. Hannah took a bottle of lube out of the bag as well and Humilia watched as she let it drip over the tip of the toy. Then she stepped closer.

"Spread your arms and legs and lean with your front to the wall," She said. "I want to make this humiliating, not painful so I've already lubbed the dildo and I won't go too hard on you."

Humilia could not believe she was doing what she was told. Some inner voice was still screaming that she didn't have to. That she had the power here. But it was getting fainter and fainter with each passing moment. She turned, pressing her front body into the wall. Her arms were spread, and her legs as far apart as she could comfortably hold them. The air caught in her throat as she heard Hannah approaching. Her body tensed. Hannah's hands dug into her ass, exploring her butt with an approving sound.

"Not bad," Said the other woman. "You may not have tits but your ass isn't totally terrible. Have you ever had something in it before?"

Humilia shook her head. She wasn't really into guys and most of her fun with girls tended to involve humiliating and degrading them. Though she'd used toys on her pussy before, she'd never done it in her ass.

"Then I'll go a bit easier," Hannah said. "But you do need to be punished, after all."

A moment later Humilia felt the tip of the dildo press against her cheeks. She took a deep breath, feeling the cold touch of the wet plastic. The lube made it slippery, and she hissed as it was pressed against the opening of her behind. Once she'd gotten it all lined up, Hannah took a certain amount of sadistic pleasure in slowly beginning to tease her anus, pressing the strap on in and then out. Each rotation got deeper and faster, and Humilia soon found her heart beating in time with the thrusts. She groaned and moaned, her buttocks were being splayed apart by the dildo and Hannah was getting off on it too as the ridges inside of the harness teased her own pussy. She moved faster and Humilia found herself pressed against the wall. She moaned, her nipples were hard. Her thighs thrust back and forth in sync with Hannah's thrusts. The dildo was now pressing inside of her, pushing into her anus as far as it would get. Hannah was moving faster and faster, grunting with each thrust. Humilia's body was tingling and she felt strange. Without the lube it would have been painful but with it the feeling made her head spin. She was gasping, and loosed another long moan when she felt Hannah's hands across her chest, her fingers tweaking her nipples.

"You may not have the tits, but these feel womanly enough," Hannah laughed. Her voice was hitched with pleasure, and she was driving faster and faster. Humilia tried to respond but all she could was moan. Hannah's fingers tweaked her nipples, twisting and rubbing them in a way that made her body ache for more. Heat flashed under her skin. Her clit was buzzing, the bell was still connected and it rung with each thrust. Announcing each time Hannah drove the dildo home. She could feel a tightness and heat between her legs again. Was she really going to cum from this?

But she was. She felt it building. A growing pressure between her thighs that she tried to ignore. Hannah's hands played across her chest, the dildo made her gasp and moan as it rhythmically fucked her from behind. Pressed against the wall by the motion and by everything that was happening, she could only helplessly endure her building pleasure as her own body betrayed her.

Humilia cried out as she climaxed again, sinking to her knees as the strength left her legs. The bell tinkled and she gasped for air. Thankfully, Hannah withdrew. She removed the strap on, casting it aside and pointing towards the chair where she had propped up her phone.

"Guess what?" She said. "I recorded the whole thing. You made such a sweet sound you know. So innocent."

"Are you done now?" Humilia asked her. "Are you finished with me?"

"I'm almost done," Hannah said. "I do have one more thing I want you to do. But don't worry, this time it's nothing to do with your body. Well, not directly."

"What do you want?"

"I want you to take those photos and those videos that we just made and upload them to your blog." Hannah smirked, her look was an evil and wicked grin. "The faces blurred, of course. I am sure you promised your readers a story and a story is what you're going to deliver. Instead of Casey, you're going to be humiliating and mocking yourself. And I expect you to make it genuine. I will be reading it, after all and if it doesn't seem to be - or you don't include all of the pictures - I'll be back. Of course, you'll be leaving Casey alone from now on too."

"This..." Humilia's voice hitched in her throat and she mustered her best glare. "This isn't over you know. I'm going to...going to get you for this."

Hannah spread her arms, daring Humilia to come at her.

"When you're ready you can try again. But be careful Humilia. If you take the chance and mess it up, I'll punish you just like this time. Or maybe that's just what you want."

Author's ThoughtsWell, I finally did it. Honestly, the first two chapters were pretty easy compared to the final one. I did a few things that didn't really work before settling on this. Humilia is an interesting character with traits that lend themselves well to certain storylines. She's clever, but not as smart as she thinks she is, and she is rather arrogant. It was fun having a character prey on that to bring her down a notch.

On the other hand, Hannah is pretty arrogant too and Humilia is down but certainly not out. I wouldn't be surprised if she does manage to get her own back on Casey's older sister. But that is a tale for another time.

As usual, I hope that you all enjoyed this story and if you did I would ask you to leave a like so that it can do well in the contest. Usually I don't bother with such things as I feel that likes mean more if you do not actively ask for them but in this case I want to go to the next round if at all possible. If you like my writing and want to see me continue on you know what to do.

Ultimately I think I am happy with my work on this three chapter story but as always it can be improved. I think the final chapter is clunky in places, it's rather long and I know that the story in the third part will probably put some people off. Nevertheless, I think I can take pride in what I did here and I hope that all of you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

--Bronze.