Diabolique, and she more than lives up to her name.

You walk out the door to find Diabolique waiting outside for you. She seems to have taken the innocent schoolgurl look and twisted it on it's head. Her mousey brown hair has been died black, with blood red tips where she has pulled it into hangman's braid's. She wears dark shadows of mascara and eyeliner and midnight black lipstick. Instead of a school uniform seems to be wearing a gothic lolita black dress with white lace cut short enough to tempt you with and make you feel guilty about her comely curves. She can see the apprehension in your eyes, and her sinister smile widens. She explains, "Don't mind the black...I'm in mourning for poor old Sam. But don't worry, Diabolique will make sure you are taken care of. Haaaa haaaaa haaaaa haaaaa!"

"Well, it looks like you two are already getting along swimmingly. Remember to report any bullying, Dee, and thank you for being so brave!" Miss Joan skips back into her office, closing the door behind you and leaving you worried about your prospects with this spooky sissy. She's the one that tricked you into turning yourself in without telling you it would be a private school prison sentence. Now you're trapped with her and the rest of your bimboi victims and they are the ones who can get YOU in trouble for bullying. Your heart is in your chest as you follow Diabolique to your dorm.

You see other school girls, most in skimpy but mostly sensible uniforms, but occasional oddball pops up wearing something more slutty or spooky or punky or preppy or bimboish or butch. You suppose that means you can at least pick a normal outfit...unless your **** obsessed roomie insists on picking it for you. You guess if an embarrassing wardrobe is the worst she demands to repay your debt, you'll be getting off easy, but you somehow you suspect that it will much worse than that.

You finally reach your dorm, which Diabolique deviously locks behind you. She slithers behind you, slipping you out of your clothes, hissing hotly in your ear, "I could just tell the RA that you tried to **** me and they'd bury you so deep you could scream for a century before a whisper reached the surface." Her hands explore your body, making it beg for more even as a screaming sliver of sanity tells you not to trust her. Your guilty conscience and body both betray you, making you melt in her hands and in her mouth as she kisses and bites your neck and whispers wetly, "and all you have to do to get me to give you a break is let me give you a little piercing."

A piercing?! That's all? A wave of relief washes over you. Maybe Diabolique isn't as scary as her name suggests. Maybe she just wants to make your her pierced, sexy Suicide Girl. You smile and say, "If a piercing will make you happy, then I'll get one anytime you want."

Diabolique pulls out a piercing gun and grabs your left nipple, stretching it out painfully, but thankfully your body handles the heat of pain by dousing it with all sorts of lovey dovey hormones. You realize with a secret inner chuckle that your bimboi body will make it virtually impossible for the vengeful vixen to truly **** you. You suppose you can make little whimpers to make her feel better.

KA-CHUNK

The gun pushes the stainless steel through your nipple and Diabolique screws on the other end of the barbell. "Awww it looks cute on you. How about another?" Before you can answer, she is already tugging on your other nipple and KA-CHUNK piercing it and screwing it closed. It barely registers as pain and it follows with a rush of endorfuns, so you yelp out of politeness and just nod when she asks, "And what about your cute lil' belly button?"

KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK

Before you know it, you have a belly ring, a tongue stud, and a stud on your swelling shaft. You giggle, unable to hide the almost ticklish quality of the prick of pain followed by the plunge of pleasure coursing through you. You guess you know why Becca got so many piercings now. You wonder if you'll end up with as many as her? It would go along with the bad grrl image you apparently earned without trying to. Meanwhile, Diabolique is smiling like the cat that ate the canary. Does she really think this is hurting you? Or does she know something you don't?

"Aww! You are being such a good sport! I am like 99% there on the whole forgiving you for turning me out and ruining my life so you could impress a homophobic himbo." Diabolique sounds all sweetness and light one second and hissing hatred the next. You want to believe you are making progress, but you are waiting for the other heel to drop. "Maybe you could let me pierce you all over to earn that 100% completion trophy?" She asks all pretty please with a cherry on top. Your piercings still don't hurt, and you suppose you can just take them off when you need to. What harm is there in letting her have her fiendish fun?