Matsumi, the Stuck-Up Bitch

Danya used her powers of Hell to instantly clean herself up. She transformed her clothes into those of a standard, albeit sexy Catholic schoolgirl. With a wink at Ted and an erotic lick of her lips, she strutted through the door and out into the hall.

It was between periods so there were students scurrying to and fro, eager to get to their next classes. The boys all wore sportcoats, slacks, and dress shoes, with a uniform-issued tie. The girls wore white blouses, plaid skirts, stockings, and black Mary Jane shoes. Danya used her powers to scan the school for her intended prey, a prissy little oriental girl named Matsumi. Matsumi was the school bitch, who treated the other girls like they were below her, which only made them strive that much harder to suck up to her. Given her perfect oriental features, the boys all fantasized about her but she never went on more than one date with any of them. She would make them take her to the most expensive restaurants, then at the end of the night declare that they had not impressed her and that she would not be seeing them again. This behavior, too, made the boys want to date her all the more.

As luck would have it, Matsumi was strolling down the hall right toward Danya, her entourage of syncophants trailing behind. Danya had to admire the girl's high cheekbones, perfect silky black hair pulled back into a ponytail, and her perfect body which was extremely curvaceous for a Japanese girl. In violation of school policy she was wearing pumps with heels, but none of the school staff would stand up to her so she alone was able to get away with this breach of protocol.

"Matsumi," Danya called out as the priss passed by. With a look of annoyance the oriental girl turned to see who had called her name. "What do YOU want?" she asked impatiently, scoffing at Danya. Had Danya not been endowed with hellish powers beyond belief she might have almost been intimidated by the girl's haughty tone and dismissive look. "You," she replied simply, "Come with me."

"Ha! I don't THINK so," Matsumi dismissed Danya and turned to continue on her way. "Oh, but I DO think so!" Danya hissed, grabbing the Japanese girl by the arm and swinging her to the side. Matsumi's posse of gutless wonders gasped.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Matsumi practicaly shrieked, unused to be treated roughly. "Taking you," Danya again stated simply, then dragged the flabbergasted Japanese girl into an empty classroom. Once they were inside the room (which Danya locked), Matsumi turned a glare so determined that Danya almost wondered if the girl was already possessed by powers of evil. When her own demonic powers sensed no such corruption, she realized that Matsumi was merely an extremely talented mortal, one who would make an excellent addition to her master's soon-to-be growing stable of slaves.

"What the FUCK do you think you're doing?!" Matsumi demanded, her hands on her hips in a classic pose of domination. "I could DESTROY you!" she spat.

"Sit down and shut up, bitch," Danya stated simply. Matsumi just stood there, her mouth open, completely taken aback by both the way she was being treated and the fact that her usual manner did not seem to be phasing her captor in the least. "I've got plans for you..." she continued as a wicked grin played across her face.