Kneel and crawl and beg for Cindi.

You wish you could tell her to sit on an icicle sideways. You wish you could put her in her place. You wish you could just kiss her...but you don't get one wish, much less three. You see the serial killer calm in Cindi's eyes and you feel yourself buckle. Not because you can't stand up to her, because you are certainly stubborn enough to face certain **** head on, but because as much as you hate this side of yourself, you want to debase yourself for her.

You aren't particularly proud of this side of yourself, but you've never met an e-girl you didn't simp hard for, barking and panting and prostrating yourself, if only on the inside. It's maddening walking around with a whimper hiding in the back of your throat 24/7, just begging you to beg every smug stunner to step on you. You strive to be the kind of woman that earns respect wherever she goes, one that taps the almost frightening potential you feel deep down in your gut, buried under mountains of dread and doubt.

Maybe that's the real reason you long to be the **** of some pristine princess, because if you kneel, you'll never have to find out you are just a failure with acid reflux, or worse, that you're even more powerful than you realize, and what that will mean for the universe that a silly stubborn fool like you was granted godlike power?

"Good girl." Cindi commends your cowardice as you kneel before her. Her cruel compliment seals your fate more than any curse ever could. The words set off a switch in you that is pure prostration. You stare up at Cindi worshipfully, grateful for the scorn she showers down on you, because from a goddess like her, that's the highest possible praise. "Well? What part of crawl under the table like the little subby slut you are and eat out the cheer squad don't you understand? Scoot!" Cindi pushes your head away with her crystal clear stilletos and you whimper weakly.

You scurry swiftly under the table, grateful that it will at least shield you from the crowd's piercing eyes and dull the deafening roar of riotous laughter. Cindi sits down and you spy her glistening smooth slit between her powerful thighs. You lean forward and are rewarded for your eagerness by another foot to your head, pinned down as Cindi chastises you, "Stupid ****, don't you know leader's 'eat' last? You don't get to service me until you've worked your way around the table starting on my right."

"Sorry, Mistress!" You wish you could say you don't know where that came from, but you know it came from your sweetly servile soul. You know this is just a game to her, to challenge you to make a full cheer squad squirt before you get to taste geeky Greta and finally feast on her. You know there is no way you have enough time left for lunch for you to clean all the pussy off your plate, but even as a ****, you are stupidly stubborn.

You scramble over to the first cheer creature and find her legs spread and ready. From the green skin and the curvy legs that don't touch the floor, you would guess it's a goblin girl. Your tongue feels huge as it parts her puny petals, and her diminutive digits dig into your scalp as you slurp greedily. Your face burns with a brilliant blush and you hear the laughter of the congregated cafeteria goers get louder and louder as your whimpers turn to piggish snorts. It's only when the goblin girl locks her limber little legs around your neck and practically squeezes it off as she sprays your face with her succulent splendor that you notice that the table top is suddenly see through!

"I used my elemental powers to turn the table to ice. Hope you DO mind, ****." Cindi sneers and you feel countless eyes bore into your shamefully subby soul. You dive into the next ghoul's gash, **** to hide your face in her wet folds. This one appears human enough as you approach, but when her cunt starts kissing you back and thick tendrils slip out to coil around your neck, you suspect you are supping on an eldritch creature. She uses your face as a sex toy, pulling you in and out and up and down, with only your tongue free to dart deliciously deep inside her. You are almost relieved for the coils covering your body. Sure, they squeeze tightly around your sensitive skin and tease your tenderest places terribly, but at least they muffle the moans and laughter of the crowd up until the ancient whorrror cums and deposits you between the legs of the next lovely, lethal lady...

BRRRRIIIIIIIIING

The bell tolls for thee and lunch is over, with you just barely having time for a snack. You feel so defeated and **** for release, but relieved that at last, at least, your horrid humiliation and torrid tantilization is over...

"Not good enough. Not that I'm surprised, mind you, but still, let's see if we can do better than that." Cindi coolly condemns you and you see her motion to another human looking cheerleader through the transparent table top. Another vvitch?

You see her eyes glow a vibrant orange, confirming your guess, as she chants, "Sdog fo dlo reah ym emyhr, part siht luos ni eht elgnat fo emit!"

.....

"Good girl." Cindi commends your cowardice as you kneel before her. Her cruel compliment delivered just the same as it was the first thousand times you tried to complete her challenge, and the second million as well...

You should have known not to submit so completely to a tableful of tyrannical twats. Giving them complete power over you made it child's play to trap you in a time loop. You live the same last half hour of lunch over and over, trying and failing to get off every vicious vixen at the table with the tricks you learn along the way, all while denied any release of your own. Everytime you get closer, but not nearly close enough. You try every spell you know, but no amount of tongues or lust spells are a match for the other wily women's counter spells and twisted tricks.

This is the furthest you've ever gotten, three girls down from Greta. Enough to smell how hungry she is for you. Enough to catch the faintest waft of Cindi's cold cunt and drool deep inside a lamia's clenching cloaca. You know that no matter what you do, you won't ever escape this loop. The time tangle rips you out of space and time and creates a copy of it. A sliver of reality preserved in anguished amber. The pretty predators you please have all long since left the cafeteria, the university, and possibly Hell itself.

You remain trapped with their echos, futilely flailing and failing again and again. You traded your dignity and your soul for a moment of satisfaction and instead bought an eternity of endless edging. The worst, weirdest, most warped part? A sick, shameful part of you considers this a...