Keep wandering in the park

I kept walking around : looking at the beautiful women strolling and walking their dogs. I decided that I would only use my power against girls that somehow deserved it (so I told myself) but my mind couldn't stop wondering about all the sexual possibilities that would open up if I somehow stopped caring about morality... but I shook these ideas off, as I wasn't ready to face them... yet....

It was almost noon and there was a highschool next to the park, so many pretty teen girls were hanging around, talking to each other, or standing on a bench eating from their lunchboxes.

I enjoyed oogling at these girls, but I felt guilty for it. They were barely adults, if even, and I definitely wasn't okay with becoming THAT kind of pervert. Then I heard a high pitch voice : it was a girl, sitting at the foot of a tree, she stood on the opposite side of the pathway in such a way that she was hidden from the point of view of the passerbys, far enough so that what she said was almost inaudible. I went closer to her and she seemed like she was talking on the Phone, with an excrutiatingly bratty tonen (I figured that she was definitely a student from the HS). I creeped behind the tree to spy on what she was saying.

I heard her say : « It's so sad that you couldn't come to my eighteen birthday party yesterday Sharron! It was so fun, you would've loved it ! » With that information, I grew more curious. But I wasn't ready for what came next : she said to her friend “Sharron”, « It was crazy ! I am so hangover LOL. When my dad came home, he saw all the mess and the **** bottles that I was to fucked up to clean up, and he started to scream at me like for no reason, and he “grounded” me, which is crazy because I am like legaly an adult, I am eighteen he can't punish me OMG I'm not a giiirl anymore I am a grown up wommaaan !!! Anyway, he took my phone this morning so I had to do the all the schoolbus without my playlist, I thought I was gonna, like, die LMAO. I wanted to call you, so before going to the park, I embushed Fat Timmy in the school starways and told him that if he didn't give me his phone I would go to the principals office and say he groped me. His face looked so funny when he gave me his phone LOL he looked so scared and defeated, with his stupid geek face so full of acnee, I would almost feel bad if he wasn't a fat dork and a disgusting stinky perv looking at my tits. Anyway, that's how i got the phone I'm calling you with. »

Hearing this, all my guilt melted into air. She was a bully, and I had my fair share of bullies in high school. I was just like “Fat Timmy” back in those days. There was no doubt for me that I wouldn't let her go without giving retribution for Timmy.

I waited patiently for her call to end, which took forever, and when she said goodbye to Sharron and hung up, I used the raygun on her. She looked instantly puzzled. I immediately announced myself to her, which tolk her by surprise and scarred her a bit.

— « You don't need to be scarred » , I said with a professional tone, « my name is Johnny John Johnson, and I am a world renouned lawyer, and you can trust me a 100%. I accidently heard your conversation on the phone, and I realized I needed urgently to give you legal advice. It is literally a matter of life or ****. But first, may I ask you for your name?»

— « Ummm, yes... my name is Laila. But everybody calls me Lai. »

I took a good look at her. She wore a tank top, which showed her bellubutton, which I liked, but I thought to myself that it was too modest for my taste and it could definitely be more slutty... She was not very tall and quite skinny, but her curves were slightly pressing against the fabric of her clothes, which were just a little but too small. Her tits and ass were not very big, but present, like they were barely developping : she's a late bloomer. She had olive skin and her youthful face is quite beautiful, with cute nose and lips, and pretty brown eyes. She has soft, luscious shiny dark back hair, very long (almost coming down her ass), with a discreet pink strand on the left. When I saw her hair, I wondered what they would look like covered in semen... but I had to concentrate at my task at hand and couldn't get caried away.

I couldn't quite figure out what was her ethnicity, so I asked : « where are your parents from, Lai ? »

— « My father is lebanese...» , so this chick is arab, interesting... and only a father... She interrupted my train of thought when she asked, impatiently, « what are the legal advice you have to give me sir ? », it felt weird being called sir, but I liked it coming from this girl, being the bully and the brat that she is.

— « Yes! I heard you talk about a certain “Fat Timmy”, saying you harassed him for his phone. Is that true? »

She blushed, and stuttered. I interrupted her failed attempt at langage.

— « No need to answer that. However, I have to inform you that recently a New law has passed, a secret law (which is why you won't hear from it it the news, or hear people talk about it) passed by the very powerful worldwide anti-bullying lobby... I taking a huge risk to my safety, as a world renouned lawyer, just talking to you about this law. Also, for your own safety you shouldn't talk about it to anyone besides me. This secret law, enforced through secret trials, punishes bullies with a secret **** penalty, often camouflaged into a fake accident or a fake su***de. This is why your life is now in danger, because if what you said on Fat Timmy's phone is true, that would make YOU, a bully deserving of the secret **** penalty... »

Laila looked at me with so much fear she started breathing heavily. She was having a full bmown panick attack, being athentically scarred for her life.

— « I know this is difficult, but I need you to STAY with me. In order for me to give you optimal legal advice, you must answer my questions. »

She nodded.

— « Have you been bullying other boys at school? Don't forget anyone, even if it was years ago! »

She nooded, shamefully.

— « I need you to name them for me. »

— « Ermmmmm, besides Timmy... » she said with a trembling voice, before she raised her eyes up to think of the exact list. « There is Mark, Rachid, Kevin, and the Tomson twins, but these last three were years ago and the twins are not even in our school anymore.» Her hands we're shaking.

Damn! Six guys have been bullied by this bratty bitch ! She deserves what I plan for her... and so do they...

— «Are the Tomson twins still in town?» I asked.

— « Ermmm, I think so, I heard their conservative parents decided to homeschool them both. »

Perfect!

— « Listen Layla, I need you to do everything I say and you will be all safe ! Okay ? »

Layla looked relieved, and she nooded.

— « According to the secret law, the only way to be forgiven for the crime of bullying, is by satisfying the victims... »

She looked puzzled.

— « What does it mean, to “satisfy” them? »

— « Well, it depends, satisfaction is subjective, but I am sure we can figure something out in the case of your victims.»

— « How ? »

— « Well, have I heard right when you said on the phone that so-called “Fat Timmy” was a perv? What do you mean by that ? »

— « Well, I meant that he's always looks intensly at girls like me (especially arabs or latinas) like he's almost drooling. »

Timmy's not going to believe the gift he's gonna get!

— « Well, in Timmy's case it's pretty obvious that the only way to satisfy him is with your body... So, as soon as you get back to school, you should find him, give his phone back, ask for forgiveness and tell him that, in order to say sorry to him, you're going to let him feel and fondle your body anyway he wants. »

Layla looked at me with her eyes wide open. She couldn't believe what she just heard, and, somehow, because of the Ray Gun, she couldn't doubt it.

— « What !?? Why ??? I'm not a slut, I don't do stuff like that! It's degrading ! Especially with someone like Timmy OMG. Just his smell is disgusting. And I never did stuff like that with boys, I'm a virgin. »

She started crying, tears running which gave me immense sadistic pleasure as I remembered my bullies for school. I tried not to smile wickedly and took a consoling tone.

— « I know. It's terrible. And you can believe your going to hate it, you're going to feel humiliated and degraded like never before. But it is what you must do. There is no other way to save your life.»

— « But... Timmy's not going to stop there... He's going to want more... I don't want him to use me... I don't consent to it...»

Her talking about consent gave me a wicked idea! She really worsened her situation just by uttering this word.

— « Actually, Layla, legally speaking, you can't consent anymore...»

I watched her face intensly to look for her reaction. She lowered her trimmed black brows like she thought she misheard.

— « wh... wha... what... what did you say ? What does that mean ? »

I was fucking seething internally.

— « It means that, according to the secret law, you simply are not allowed to say no to men when they present you with sexual demands or suggestions » and, I added, « even if it's non-verbal, like, for instance, if a public masturbator jerks off to you on the bus, you cannot call the cops on him or try to stop him in anyway, otherwise you will be charged. If you say no to a man about something sexual, you will be prosecuted by the secret court and sentenced to prison. Because the anti-bullying lobby think bullying should always be met with consequences, even if your victims forgive you because of the gratification you provide them, this modification of your rights still applies... Ermm... for THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. » I improvised right there, and it would only hit me later that this wim will have consequences for the rest this girl's life... I had trouble to contemplate the extent of my power.

Layla was to stunned to speak. So I continued...

— « Therefore this applies for Timmy and your other victims. When you're in the school bathroom booth, if he asks you for anything sexual, or even implicitly hints at the possibility of something sexual, you are absolutely not allowed to say no. But it also applies for any sexual request or suggestion from men, even if it comes from some homeless man catcalling you, some teacher making inappropriate remarks, creepy guys writing creepy comments or DMs on your socials, or even a family member... And, even though YOU WILL HATE IT, AND YOU WILL FEEL HUMILIATED AND DEGRADED, there is nothing more you can do than endure it and do what you're told... like a good girl... »

She did not notice the evil smile that appeared on my face when I Said this last part. I was contemplating all the possibilities, all the ways for her to make her life a living hell full a disgusting stincky dicks. I was imagining her face and her disgust when she would be **** to **** herself like a whore. The only reason why I didn't have a hardon is because my balls we're emptied by the blonde and the brunette from earlier. Otherwise I would already have a tent in my pants. But what kept me going was mostly my desire to get vicarious **** for all the bullies in HS.

Meanwhile, Layla was thinking very hard for how to get out of this situation.

— « Wa... Wait... If I'm hidden when I say no to a man, I wouldn't be prosecuted. They wouldn't know...»

— « Oh Layla, you really shouldn't underestimate the power of the secret court. They have eyes everywhere...»

She looked desesperate and defeated. But while she was lost in her despair, I tried to think of something to make her punishment even worse. I came up with something truly wicked.

— « Also, I have one last terrible information that you have to know. You said on the phone that you was hungover from drinking ****. I happen to Know that the secret court often try to track, or even, execute bullies by using spiked ****. The effects start to take place à few days after ingestion, and feeling hungover are the first symptoms of it.»

— « Oh nooo! Does it mean I could die??» Layla's dead serious facial expression as she uttered this question had me **** my laughter down my throat.

— « Not of you take the antidote. »

— « Do you have the antidote on you now sir? ...»

— « Well... not really ON me so to speak...» more like in me...

My balls were empty from earlier... but perhaps my bladder wasn't...