The Joy of Mutually Assured Destruction

Hey all. Humilia here.

I'm sure by now you all know what I like to do. Hell, you wouldn't be following this blog if you didn't. I bet you're all waiting for my next tale of depravity and lust. Well, you're going to have to wait a little bit longer I'm afraid.

Now, now! Before you get upset you don't have to wait too much longer. There's a girl that I've got my eye on right now. A sweet little redhead who doesn't know what's coming. I just need to find the right angles is all. You know how it is. Doing what I do can be a bit dangerous in the legal sense if you know what I mean. Got to make sure I have all my bases covered.

When I do though, you can all be sure I'll report it back here. I know some of you have been saying that you want pictures and, well, we'll see. That whole ''legal'' thing again. Usually, it'd be out of the question. But in this case...well, maybe I have something I can use.

We'll see.

Humilia felt a grin pull at the sides of her mouth as she lowered the screen of the laptop. The rays of light from the device slowly faded, giving way to the darkness inside of her bedroom. She was tucked up, wrapped in blankets and planning her adventures for the future. It was moments like this that she really liked. They made her feel all warm and tingly inside. Sometimes, finding victims was hard. Oh, you could do random stuff in gyms or spas but you could only do so much of that before people cottoned on. Before your face got passed around. She'd used up that slack for now. It wasn't the first time that had happened. She'd just have to lay low for a little while and let the heat die off. She'd be back there before she knew it.

But until she was, her pool of easy victims had dried up. Her readers were already demanding more and more stories. It was honestly exhausting! She'd thought about making up a few of them but she had worried she wouldn't be able to capture that spark of creativity. It wasn't like she was a writer, after all.

Besides, making things up felt wrong. it was weird and warped and twisted but in a way, Humilia Tron did have a sense of honour to her. Or at least of obligation. Delivering fake stories would be the wrong thing to do. They had to be real. They had to be fresh.

So for the last few days, she'd just been itching to find someone to work out her frustrations on. None of her usual haunts had proved to be useful though. Her name and face had gotten about and until they faded a bit, she was out of luck there.

By sheer coincidence, she'd happened across her latest mark. Casey. That was her name. Casey Heigh. A petite looking redhead with a slim figure and breasts that made you want to stop and stare. Humilia wasn't sure exactly what it was about her, but something had made her out to be an easy target. After working in this line of business as long as she had, you started to get a feel for these sort of things. There was a certain type of person who was just waiting to be taken advantage of. The kind of girl - or guy - that was just waiting to be humiliated and degraded. All they needed was an excuse. Someone to tell them to do it. Humilia had run into that sort before. Now, she had the suspicion that she had again.

But she had to be careful. She had to be sure. So she did what she did best and started to look into the girl. Nothing illegal. But it was surprising how far you could get without actually breaking the law. Her name was Casey, and she went to one of those rich colleges that had set up shop in the good part of town during the last decade or so. And that was interesting because she wasn't rich. At least, not anymore. Humilia had contacts, people who liked the things she did. Followers of her blog who were a bit more trusted than others. Usually, she didn't rely on them totally, but they could help her out a little if she was heading in the right direction anyway.

Casey's family had fallen on hard times the last few years. The money just wasn't there. as soon as she figured that out, Humilia knew she had her in. Rich girls like that cared about reputation and face. The loss of money was the same as the loss of prestige and social position. She followed Casey a few times just to be sure. When she was out with her friends. Never close enough to be spotted, but listening in carefully. When in public, the girl acted like all of her other friends. But she never bought much, no matter how much she talked about her wealth. She was always careful not to give it away, to protection her reputation. But Humilia knew as soon as she saw it.

She was right.

She had her target now and she had her way in. All she needed was the location and the means. She couldn't get into the college, it was for money only. Humilia wasn't exactly doing poorly, but she wasn't doing THAT well. She needed to be a bit more clever than that. But again, common sense came to her aid. Casey was pretty fit. That meant she had to exercise. That meant that she either went to a gym, exercised at home or worked out around the city. Someone as shy as Casey was would probably not go to a gym. Working out at home would require equipment that she could currently ill afford.

Therefore, Humilia guessed that she was probably a jogger. Someone who ran every day for her figure and to keep herself in shape. And when she ran, she would be away from her friends as well.

Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Humilia grinned when she had figured it out, feeling as though all of the pieces were falling totally into place.

Soon after that, and with a bit more scouting, she had her plan. Everything was worked out. She knew the routes that Casey would take. She knew how to get through to her. She knew what she wanted her to do. It was absolutely glorious.

Nothing could possibly go wrong.

AN: Okay. Sorry for not being as fast this time as I was before. This one required a bit of a careful think beforehand. I think it's pretty fair to say that as a writer, Humiliatron is one of the better ones competing in this tournament and her work is consistently of high quality. I didn't want to do anything less than my best, so I decided to sit for a few days and let the ideas simmer in my brain.

I am glad I did too, because I came up with a pretty good idea! I hope you all enjoy it as we go forward into the rest of the story.