Mary reigns supreme

***

Coming out of a complete black out, the hick from Missouri instantly felt cold, as if his body temperature had dropped greatly since he was last conscious.

Dixon tried to open his eyes and see, he couldn’t.

Dixon tried to move, he couldn’t.

He tried to speak, he couldn’t.

The bully was tied up, blindfolded and gagged. Not to mention he was completely naked, arms and legs stretched out across a cold table, tied to the ends of it.

As he continued to try and lift his arms off the table, Dixon heard the sound of high heels nearby. Someone was clearly watching him, the person who had him tied up like this in such a compromising position.

The next thing he felt was a tickle up the leg from a simple feather. Unable to move, Dixon laid their in pain as he was tortured by that one feather, that continued up his thigh before tickling his ballsack. He tried screaming through his gag but nothing came through.

Completely overwhelmed, he was beginning to panic.

“Oh you fucking baby…” a female voice mocked him, laughing at his discomfort.

He didn’t know who it was but Mary from West Hall was in control of that feather, teasing and torturing him at the same time.

“I don’t need to explain why you’re hear,” she continued, doing slow laps around the table, freaking him out even more so, “You’re a piece of low life gutter trash that will never learn his lesson even if it hit him in the balls…”

The sound of high heels stopped indicating Mary was moving. Leaving him on those words, she waited another twenty seconds before swiftly whacking his ballsack with her open hand. She giggled to herself as Dixon once again tried to scream through his ball gag.

“That’s right, pathetic,” she continued, “Such a big talker for someone with such a small dick.”

Her high heels began to click again as she walked away from the table to pick up something else that she had stored in the room. Everytime he was left to his own devices, Dixon whimpered away.

Trying to speak through the gag, all that was coming out of his mouth was a bunch of muffled noises. Even if he wanted to communicate with the woman who kept him captured, he couldn’t.

Mary’s high heels approaches the table again, stepping up to it. In her warm hands, she carried a mini leather whip, unaware to the tied up football player.

As she whipped him right in the bare chest, Dixon again swore and screamed through his gag, ending in a muffled noise.

“That’s right honey… you’re going to be in a world of hurt…” she leaned in to tell him.

***

Just Earlier…

Dixon’s knocked out body laid flat on the grass outside of the bar. Mark and the others rushed over to inspect his body, shocked that Mary of all people had come to their rescue when they needed someone most.

“You were in there the whole time?” Tiffany asked her.

She nodded, “Saw it all go down, great to see you lot standing up to such an asshole.”

They all looked down at the passed out body, having to appreciate what Mary had just done. The way he was after that bar fight, if Dixon was given a chance, he could have came close to putting Mark straight into a hospital wing.

Running around the corner, laughing his head off was Paul, almost crashing into Tiffany as he turned the corner.

“Holy Jesus!” He exclaimed as he saw who was down.

Mary raised her hand with a guilty smile on her face to let him know that it was her who made the final blow.

“Have to say Paul,” Tiffany told her fellow RA, “Tonight was by far the most useful you’ve been in the last four years.”

“It’s also probably the first night I haven’t been cooked out of my mind in the last four years,” he joked.

Turning their attention back to Dixon, Mark asked what they were going to do now. Do they just leave him like this, could they hand him into security?

“We’ve got to tell security it was his fault right? Get ahead of him while he’s knocked out cold,” Ali suggested.

Hobbling behind them on his crutches, Jackson sighed at her idea, “If you do that, we might get in just as much trouble for being the ones who started it.”

The silence of the group who were trying to figure out what they could possibly do was ended by Mary, who put her hands on her hips, “Well… not all of you will know this but I am kind of a dominatrix.”

“Your point?” Tiffany asked her confused.

She sighed, “My point… is that if you don’t want to let him off the hook so easily… you could help me take him to my little secret location on campus and I can guarantee that he’ll have a night that he’ll never forget… in all the wrong ways.”

They couldn’t argue with that, it’s exactly what Dixon deserved and if Mary got to have a little bit of fun with it in the process, so be it.

***

Back to the secret room…

“Now. I’m going to give you one chance to answer a few questions,” Mary told him, “Only speak at my command.”

She had just spent the last fifteen minutes, whipping his bare skin every time she felt like it. Unaware just how long or where she would take this, Mary removed the gag from his mouth for the first time.

“WHAT THE FUCK BITCH!” he yelled at her as soon as it was removed.

Mary quickly grabbed her whip and slashed it hard against his bare cock, making him scream louder in agony.

“Don’t you ever speak to me like that again!” she warned him, pointing in his face, even though he couldn’t see her.

As Dixon ignored her and tried to abuse her through words before she stuck the gag back into his mouth.

“You shouldn’t have done that, so not going easy on you tonight,” she said, whispering in his ear, “Just remember this … I’ve got this all on camera so don’t think I won’t send a copy to this to every single boy and girl on this campus…”

“Nod if you understand,” she added.

Realising he had no power or control unlike ever before, Dixon eventually had to nod his head up and down, completely at Mary’s mercy.

“Good… now settle in hun, it’s going to be a long night…”

With that, Mary sent her whip flying into his crotch once again…