I didn't go to school the next day.
Dad came home late. One twenty three in the morning, my now slightly-beat-up clock told me. He went to bed almost immediately.
Meanwhile, I stared at my ceiling.
My mind ran in circles. Sophia had broken into my room. I had punched Sophia. I had some weird, machoistic form of sex with Sophia. Sophia had promised to get the trio to back off. Sophia had fucked me back, and then left her panties on my face.
I had put the panties into the back of my closet, along with the notebooks. Thinking of the notebooks brought my thoughts right back around to the fact that Sophia had broken into my house and read them, and the cycle began again.
I passed out at some point. I don't know when. The adrenalin crash and the late hour finally overcame my frantically worried thoughts.
When I woke up, it was well past noon. I also felt better than I had in a long while; orgasms are good stress relievers. Dad had left a note in the kitchen- I had refused to be woken up, and dad had decided to let me sleep. He also wanted an explanation for my black eye, and he expected me to go to school tomorrow.
I decided that I was too mellow to deal with thoughts of seeing the trio at school tomorrow, so I made some quick ramen for lunch. Unfortunately, eating the ramen woke my stomach up- and it most definitely wanted more. I had eaten another bowl of ramen, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and two meat-and-cheese sandwiches by the time I was done. Of course, by this point my previously ignored eye was aching painfully, so I grabbed a bag of ice and did what I always did when I wanted to avoid thinking about how much my life sucked.
I worked on becoming a superhero.
The spiders I had left in the basement had suffered some casualties when I wasn't around to suppress their instincts, as usual, but it hadn't been too bad. A jog outside would let me gather enough to replace them easily. But for now, I stripped off my clothes, pulled on the beginnings of my spider-silk gloves and shoes, sat down in a chair I had rescued from a dumpster, leaned back, closed my eyes and had hundreds of black widows crawl all over my body in a horrific substitute for actual measuring equipment/dummy.
I couldn't completely suppress the shudder that ran through me as hundreds of tiny legs skittered up and down my nude body. It had taken a ridiculous amount of practice to get this far without shivering in disgust and instinctual terror. Intellectually, I knew the spiders were under my complete control, but the hindbrain doesn't care about that. It cares about all the completely lethal threats crawling over my body.
Still, sacrifices had to be made. I couldn't make a costume that fit without knowing all the important fiddly little details, and I couldn't effectively measure those little details with a variety of equipment. A simple cloth tape measure would suffice for almost everything, of course, but it wouldn't be as precise as I'd want it. Especially if I had to direct the spiders to make it on the ground, or on a hook, or just about anything else. Instead, I had them weave it directly on my body.
It wasn't easy. One of the biggest problems was putting it all together- I could focus only so many spiders onto my limbs before crowding made them ineffective. The actual weaving was done in shifts, with spiders exhausting their spinnerets and moving away to let other spiders pick up their lines. One of the benefits of this was a near-skintight suit. Unfortunately, one of the drawbacks of this was that it was a near-skintight suit. It was a close enough weave that when I finished the first part of the boots and had reached just above my ankles- and the joint there had been a bitch to work around enough to allow for easy slipping into it, without having too much loose silk- I had been forced to pull out a section of my body hair.
I hadn't even thought of the hair getting in the way, and had ended up weaving it into the silk. Pulling those boots off was one of the most painful things I've ever done. Needless to say, I started to shave everywhere on my body near religiously after that harrowing experience. It seemed to be working- this was the fourth rendition of my costume. Weaving with spiders was hard, and due to the process making mistakes wasn't fixable. I couldn't take the suit apart after I had put it together, and the earlier three glove-boot combos I had started, only to mess up, were currently sitting in a corner.
This time, though, I had practiced enough to get it right! I would continue on past my knees and shoulders- the current limits of my expertise- and make a full costume! I would-
As the boots slowly worked their way up my thighs, a lone spider finally made the trek across my folds, and production stuttered to a halt as I dealt with the tickling.
That had felt entirely too good. Obviously I was still sensitive from yesterday, and I should just ignore it, and I'm having a horrible idea.
It took me several seconds of arguing with myself- what could it hurt? Well, it's a black widow spider, so it could hurt a WHOLE DAMN BUNCH- except I've never lost control. Not once. What part of 'dangerously lethal' do you not get!?- but by the end of it, I was as convinced as I was going to be. I paused the motion of all the spiders I had working, and very carefully sent one scurrying across me once again.
It felt like little pinpricks of fire, tingling and leaving me aching for more. Unable to resist, I sent the spider across once more, and again, until I finally had it simply dancing atop the now-glistening flesh. It wasn't enough.
Soon enough, I had spiders running across my skin- and in this new, delightful context, it was far from disgusting. My entire body felt like it was being gently brushed against, as if a troupe of painters had decided to worship me. Spiders pulled at my nipples with my direction, and the twisting fire of lust in my gut only increased. It wasn't enough- I needed something in me, and shamefully enough it was only the fact that I'd probably crush the things that kept me from trying out a spider. Instead, I had to settle for a hand.
Reaching down, I cleared the spiders away just fast enough to keep them from being smashed as I immediately pushed in- and gasped in delight. I had been working with spider silk for days now. I was perfectly aware of the fact that it was delightfully soft, but seeing as I'd been covered in spiders every time is had it on and had mostly focused on that little distracting detail, it hadn't really occurred to me how good it felt. I was making up for that lack of knowledge right now.
My fingers slipped in with ease. The feeling of silk was entirely new, and very, very pleasant. The silk was liquid-proof, so my juices couldn't soak in- and with the combined slickness and nigh-frictionless material, my digits damn near glided into me. Before I knew it, I was knuckle deep and pumping as hard as I could.
Here, however, the same lack of friction was punishing me. I couldn't build up heat, couldn't work it as well as I could with my bare fingers- I was simply pushing in and out. So I improvised.
Before now, I hadn't been hard to please. Two fingers, rubbing against my clit and a bit of nipple pinching was enough to get me off. Not with this. So, I made up for quality with quantity. Three fingers was more than I had ever tried before, and it stretched me in the best of ways. Instead of simply pumping in and out I mixed it up. Imitating Sophia, I scissored my fingers open and closed, curled them up and stroked my inner walls, and generally did my best to send myself into orgasm.
It worked. Before long I was clenching around my fingers, hissing out my breath through clenched teeth, and practically ripping my nipple off with my other hand.
Man, Sophia knew how to do it. Why hadn't I tried this before?
-
Dad came home around nine, I told him I had gotten into a fight with some prick down at the Boardwalk and dealt with his minor panic attack. By that time the bodysuit was nearing completion, and I found out how I'd fucked up. There was such a thing as too skin-tight, and I had passed by that a while ago. I didn't just have a camel-toe in the thing- I had silk outlining every single bit of my slit. I had very visible bumps perched atop my breasts as well.
It looked like I'd have to loosen up the fabric yet again. The entire day had been a waste of time.
Well. Almost the entire day. I'd messed around more than once, and it turns out that silk is a horrible torture device. Enough to let pressure and heat through, but soft enough that it takes real creativity to work around. In similar news, the bodysuit was absolute torture to try and masturbate in. I could rub, but the silk wasn't stretchy enough for actual penetration, nor did it translate the rubbing very well with it's stupid-soft feeling.
I had started on my next attempt, and was generally feeling pretty damn good about myself as I went to bed. I would have to deal with Sophia tomorrow, but several orgasms were enough to blunt any worry I might have felt.
It was a rather happy, if tired, Taylor Hebert that fell asleep.
-
School was nice.
That statement felt really damn weird just to think, but it was true.
Nobody bothered me. Emma stared at me every time she was within sight with the cutest mix of astonishment, curiosity, and a little bit of fear. All of the hanger-ons felt the shift, and avoided me as well. I went throughout the day without hearing a single mean comment, no pranks, no activity at all from her. If there was a paradise in high-school, this might've been it- if it weren't for one niggling little detail.
Sophia.
She followed me everywhere. It wasn't close enough to draw attention. But she'd always be somewhere behind me. She kept on watching, often with that creepy smirk from two days ago. It was only highlighted by the spectacular bruising she had from her nose. Apparently, I hadn't quite broken it, but it was a close thing- or at least, that's what school gossip proclaimed.
It was freaking me out. What did she want? What did she want from me? I just wanted some peace!
That was the reason I slipped out a back door once lunch started. I couldn't take it- I wanted to get away from her stares. I sat against a brick wall, eating and staring at the clouds, reveling in my solitude.
"Damn, Hebert. You almost got away from me."
I admit it, I almost shrieked like a four-year-old. I did tense up hard enough for it to hurt. My heart was pounding in my chest, and it took several seconds of deep breathing before I could slowly twist my head to stare at Sophia.
She had that fucking smirk again. I wanted to punch it.
"I've thought about it. You're a fucking ambush predator. You got enough evidence to try and put us down, and then got some more. You were gonna ruin us- and when I stopped it, you moved on. I ruined the ambush, so you did the smart thing and gave up on it, instead of charging into a trap to try and hurt us anyway. And now you just stalk around the school, fucking ignoring everyone like they're below you-"
Punching Sophia feels good. Even if I know she has to be allowing it. Still, a sock to the gut leaves her bent over long enough for me to pin her to a wall. She doesn't even look phased, just keeping that fucking smirk on and letting me hold her. And that just makes me even angrier.
"You think I want to be alone!? It's all your fault I don't have any friends in the first place! Thanks to you, everyone was too scared to so much as say 'hello' to me! You are the reason I don't have a single person to hang out with!" I practically growl the words into her face. Her smirk just grows and I barely restrain myself from attempting to break her nose again.
"You're doing pretty damn good on your own, Hebert. I know you know that I was following you- I saw the kids who tried to apologize. You just fucking looked down your nose at them, and made them run away with their tails between their legs. You-" I release her arms just long enough to get another punch in to her stomach, cutting her off in the middle of her sentence. Her hands curl around her instinctively, and I press forward, pinning them against her with a hand and the weight of my body. My other hand wraps around her neck.
"They were completely useless when I needed the help. They just stood by and let you do anything you wanted! They're completely worthless! I will not go crawling to the first set of idiots who try to cover their asses with lies and 'sorry's!" I'm actually panting by the time I'm done with that rant. Sophia is outright grinning now, even as I tighten my grip on her neck. I'm really tempted to go for another punch-
And then my back is against the wall, and I'm the one being held down. The way she moved so fast, and is barely even straining to keep me pinned, even as I throw all of my weight at her, makes abundantly clear what I already knew- she was letting me hit her.
"You're a tiger, Hebert. You stalk, you attack when they-we-would've least expected it. And you're perfectly fine without a pack, walking through the halls like you fucking own them." She's practically moaning this last bit out, and she's rubbing against me in a very distracting manner. I take a moment to catch my breath.
"If I'm a tiger, what does that make you? What kind of animal do you think of yourself as, in your messed-up predator-prey thing?" Sophia doesn't even hesitate. She answers fast enough that she must've been expecting this question.
"I'm a fucking lion, Hebert. I'm the leader of the entire fucking pride, and I take what I want!"
And then she's kissing me. It's just as nice as I remember, the way she presses against me, the way she closes her eyes and puts her all into it. Especially the way she loosens her grip as she gets distracted. A rough push forward and we're back in the same position as we were at my house, with me hovering over her. Sophia is flushed, breathing heavily, and entirely too cute, trapped beneath me. As I stare down at her, it finally hits me- this is why I was able to tie her down. She's stronger than me, but when she ends up excited, all that strength disappears with her distraction.
So I take advantage of it.
"You don't look like a lion right now, Sophia." I end the statement by slipping a hand into her pants, rubbing up against her cloth-covered slit with my palm. She lets out a loud-too loud-moan, and I cover her mouth with my other hand. Her fingers go from clawing at the ground to grabbing my wrists with a near-painful grip, which only grows tighter as I make slow circles with my palm.
"In fact, you look adorable beneath me. I think you're more of a kitten right now." She actually focuses somewhat, angry, and starts to move my hand from her mouth- only to lose that clarity as soon as I push the bridge of her panties to the side and stroke the curve of her pussy with one finger, then two. My thumb comes down to grind her clit- at this point, she's actively pushing her hips up while pulling down with her grip on my hand. I can feel the muffled whimpers through my palm.
The feeling of having Sophia whining in need beneath me is incredible. The only way this could get any better...
I cease my movements- Sophia's eyes flutter open as she tries to force me to resume with her hold on my hand- but she's much to distracted right now to give it her all. I take a few seconds to make sure I have her attention- then I move my grip from her mouth to her throat and lean in.
"You want more, kitten? Then ask me for it. Ask me to rub your pussy. Beg me-beg Taylor-for it." The demand has Sophia focusing faster, and she starts to actually begin pulling my hands away. That stops as soon as I press down with the pad of my thumb and scrape across her button- she dissolves into panting and weak tugs on my wrists.
"Fuck... You... Heb-AAAAHH!" Sophia is loud. Loud and stubborn. It takes several more loops of attempted resistance, pleasure, and so on before she gives in. At this point, her hands have returned to clawing at the ground, no doubt ruining her nails beyond repair. My hand is soaked, and there's a giant wet spot spreading along her jeans. I'm careful not to overdo it- Sophia needs to ask before I finish her. Lunch ended a good while ago. When she gives in, I'm pretty relieved- I don't soak my clothing as easily as Sophia, but after all this, there's a large wet spot of my own making on my underwear. If it kept on much longer I'd end up with a stain on my pants as well.
"Fucking.. FINE! P-pl... PLEASE! Please rub my pussy, Tay-Tiger! Please, oh fuck, fuck me hard, Tiger!" It's not exactly what I wanted, but it's close enough. I could get used to a nickname like Tiger. Especially if I heard it from a writhing Sophia. I push inwards with my fingers, pressing three inside her right up to my knuckles before wiggling them in a wave-like motion as fast and hard as I can.
She screams. Sophia announces her orgasm to the entire school with great enthusiasm and deceptively big lungs for a girl her size. I cut it off after a second of shock by tightening down my grip on her throat, but that just seems to increase her pleasure. She's whipping around on the ground, almost convulsing as she wheezes with her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
Holy crap. I don't enjoy my orgasms nearly that much. I'm actually kind of jealous- but mostly I want to pull down my pants, shove her hand into my crotch and demand that she please me. Now isn't the time for that, though- I'm already really, really late for class, and while I'm sure Sophia the track star can get away with it, I'm not that popular. Plus, I want to just leave her here after completely dominating her-and wasn't that such a nice thought, completely dominating Sophia-while using her for pleasure would give her a kind of power. Instead, I pulled back, releasing her throat and slipping my hand out of her pants, leaving her glassy-eyed and panting on the grass. I study my fingers- they actually glisten in the light, they're so wet.
Luckily, I have a solution for that.
I take Sophia's chin in my clean hand, pull her head towards me, and shove my fingers into her mouth. She instinctively closes her lips and begins to suck- I have to suppress a moan of my own when she starts to lick. I take a moment just to enjoy the sensations, then reluctantly pull my digits away. Sophia tries to hang on- the last one leaves her mouth with a pop and a whimper.
She's so adorable like this.
"Bye, kitten. I'll see you soon!" I finally stand up, just as Sophia begins to regain her senses.
"F-fuck... You.. Hebert..." I actually snort. I wish she had. Walking away, I leave Sophia there to rest.
...Tiger, huh? I could work with that. I'd have to stop by the boardwalk on the way home.
-
The next day at school, I show up in an orange t-shirt with black stripes.
Sophia took one look at me and turned right around to walk in the other direction.