Shadow Of A Man (Patreon)

"Nnggghahahahaha… ahahahahaha… ahh, bliss, ahh bliss…” I whispered to myself, taking a deep, deep whiff of the treasure I’d claimed.

I’m not a man… ehehehh, it’s a bit complicated to explain, but I am a certain man’s innerself in a sense. His shadow… his, eheheheheh... desire… some of those of my ilk, they’re true monsters. Their desires so powerful and malevolent that they become out of control, and create their own little worlds in which they rule…

But that’s not me. I’m but an innocent little shadow. And I was just minding my own business in my tiny little spot in Mementos… voraciously sniffing the panties that I stole in the real world. Nyheheheheh… truly wonderful.

“Oh, there he is! That’s gotta be him!” An unexpected voice spoke up behind me, rudely interrupting my ‘me’ time.

Turning around, I saw a bizarre sight, a curious looking van screeching to a halt. It looked as though it had cat ears and a lengthy tail at the end… I was so engrossed in what I was doing, I didn’t even notice it coming into my domain. 

I shrugged. It wasn’t a pair of a stranger’s panties so it hardly seemed relevant. So I turned and went back to my work.

“Hey, cut that out! God, that’s gross...” another voice spoke up, as I heard the vehicles doors open. “Listen up, creeper! You’re changing your ways today!” 

With a scowl I turned once more to see that four young women had barreled out of the strange bus. That… piqued my interest… eheheheh…

One of them stepped forward. A brunette in a most fetishistic blue and black skintight suit, an iron mask covering her face. “I obviously don’t really have to ask, but you’re the one who’s been stealing women’s panties, correct?”

“We don’t mean to be presumptuous, but you are uh, sniffing them as we speak.” a gentler brunette noted. She wore a cavalier hat, a Zorro style eyemask, a puffy pink longsleeved shirt and a black corset vest. 

“And that… is gross.“ the blonde repeated as she stepped forward. She wore a dark red catsuit and a cat-like mask to boot. She was perhaps even more provocative than the first, especially with that whip she carried.

Flashing my most charming smile I answered, “Why yes… that is a frequent hobby of mine now that you mention it. Heheh… when I see a beautiful woman I just can’t help but wonder what she smells like… down there… eheheheh, everyone has a unique scent you know. Though it takes a very honed sense to be able to tell...”

I overheard a deep shudder as a small UFO hovered above us. From it seemed to come a young girl’s voice, “Okay that’s extremely TMI… we need to fix this guy’s way of thinking right this minute.”

The blonde spoke up, “What is wrong with you?! How can you just prey on other human beings like that?”

“Prey…? I don’t hurt anyone… many of them don’t even realize I’ve done it. Nyeheheh, I know for a fact some think they just got lost in the wash or what-have-you… certainly doesn’t cause them any harm. Nothing they can’t just shrug off, anyway.” I reasonably answered. “It’s practically a victimless crime when you get right down to it… no need to make such a big deal out of a harmless little bit of fun.”

“I think the requests we’ve gotten to hunt you down beg to differ...” the one in the iron mask retorted. “I can only imagine how violated they must’ve felt when they realized someone snuck into their homes when they were asleep! And for something so perverse… ugh. But I know by now there’s no sense talking to a shadow.”

The three of them all took that as a cue to take up fighting stances.

“Right. He’ll be waking up a changed man soon!” the other brunette spoke up, pulling out a large axe that seemed a bit comically inappropriate for her somehow. 

“Nyeheheh, please… you girls think you’re intimidating?” I grinned a malicious grin. “Mmmmmmm I’m going to enjoy becoming intimately aware of each and every one of you three’s scents…”

So, funny story, at that moment I was supposed to transform into some kind of creature. Take off my mask and take some more ‘appropriate’ form, or something like that. But uh, I didn’t know that… you’d think it were an instinct but not for me, I was just standing there as me, goading them to just try attacking me. This… was a mistake.

As they all prepared to fight, the UFO hovered over them. “Here, let me help charge you all up for this!” was the voice over it’s PA.

Whoever was inside must’ve done something as a ray of light emitted from the vehicle and one by one washed over the three women. The voice namechecked them all as she did so, and from this I atleast learned their codenames. Apparently the brunettes in the black and iron masks were Noir and Queen respectively, and the blonde was called Panther. Either way they were all shining for a brief moment, presumably something to make them stronger.

I just balked at this and cockily stated, “Go ahead, all of you take your best shot! I’ll wait...”

Eager to take me up on this offer, Panther rushed forward and gave me a wicked lashing with her whip, striking across my torso and fuck did it hurt. Like significantly more than expected, wow. Before I could react, the one in black and blue, who was riding a motorcycle now for some reason, unleashed a beam of white light that hit me like a nuclear blast and this earned a grizzly scream from me. Finally, Noir just straight up pulled out a Grenade Launcher and unleashed a few rounds at me that exploded on impact. As you can imagine, that was unpleasant…

“Rrraaauggh, you bitches…” I growled. “I’ll show you!”

Bravely I rushed forward and unleashed what assuredly have been a world ending punch, had Panther not ducked it effortlessly. Smirking at me, she responded by summoning a fireball and sending it straight towards me. My scream was quite high pitched at this, I really particularly disliked being set on fire… and as I was stunned, the sadistic bitch followed up with another, a truly horrific blast of flames stinging me.

While I was still writhing from this, Queen ran up to me. I noticed her fists, adorned with what looked like spiked brass knuckles, immediately before she sent one flying at me. Cheekily, she aimed a punch at my face and when I put my hands up to block, she instead went low, firing an uppercut deep into my groin. Frankly that was just evil and left me doubled over, just about defenseless. In a matter of two turns I was in a lot of pain, and this one wasn’t over quite yet.

Looking up, pained, I saw Noir aiming her grenade launcher at me, looking for a more precise shot this time. It paid off, as with just one blast, she did considerably more damage than the rapid shots before and next thing I knew, I was on my back, utterly defeated.

“Okay… I, I give up…” I conceded, groaning, crumpled up on the ground as I rolled onto my stomach to protect my unmentionables. “J-Just stop… I won’t do it again.”

Panther cocked her head. “Well, that was easy… the generic shadows we fought on the way here were tougher than that.”

“That was strangely pathetic… but then, so is his crime.” Queen reasoned.

Noir stepped up to me, her axe at the ready. “Well? Are you going to change your ways?”

“Y-Yes… I see now, what I’ve done…” I lied. “I should, oof, never cause anyone the pain I’ve received here.”

Normally defeat in battle causes an automatic shift in mentality, but perhaps because of my inability to take off my mask, that didn’t happen. Whatever the case, I was as remorseless at that moment as I ever was. My only hangup at that point was to perhaps do it less often to try and avoid being found out and beaten up by a bunch of girls again.

“Hmmm… I’m not too convinced...” said the voice in the UFO. With a faint glow, a girl materialized beneath it, like an alien abduction in reverse. She was shorter and younger looking than the others, wearing a skintight black suit with cyan LED stripes adorning it, a very faux futuristic hi-tech attire. “Something’s not right about this… hrm...”

Noir strode over to the little basket where I kept all of my beautiful, fairly earned treasure, staring with contempt at my most prized possessions. “How hideous… there’s so many of them. To think that you’d-”

Suddenly she gasped, flinging her hand to her mouth in shock. “N-No way...”

“What’s the matter?” Queen asked.

Hesitantly, Noir reached down and grabbed a certain pair of panties. Studying them for a bit, she recalled in horror, “I-I think these are mine… I had one just like these that went missing weeks ago. I can’t believe… y-you…?!”

All eyes once more went on me as I looked up at Noir, eyeing her up and down… it was hard to recognize in that getup, but slowly it dawned on me. “Ahhh yessss… eheheheh, now that you mention it, I did think your scent was a tad familiar… nnnggheheheh...”

Panther snapped, “Listen to you! You haven’t changed at all!”

Queen concurred, shouting, “Ugh, you sick liar!” before rushing at me. I stopped laughing pretty quickly after she punted me right in the stomach, sending me rolling onto my back, coughing and wheezing.

Noir for some reason seemed really incensed to find out what I’d done, tightly gripping the underwear I’d procured, biting her bottom lip as though trying to contain herself. She took a deep breath and calmly walked over to me.

She held them out in front of her, showing them to me, and demanded, “Apologize.”

“I-I’m sorry…?” was my uncertain answer, truly I didn’t understand why they kept making such a big deal about this. “I mean look I already said, uh… heh. Listen maybe I shouldn’t have made that comment, okay, I’m still a little, a little weird but, that doesn’t mean I’m not reformed… I definitely wouldn’t do it again...”

Noir just stared at me, her eyes narrowing. After a few seconds of studying my increasingly nervous face, she dropped the panties, letting them fall right near my head. 

Without even taking a breath I could already smell that vague feminine musk… oooh my… hesitating for only a moment, I couldn’t help but grab them, pull them in and take a deeeep whiff. “Ohhh-ho-ho-ho yeeess...”

As I continued sniffing for a few moments, I wasn’t aware that the four women were surrounding me. Looking up from my stupor in a daze, I scanned around to see them all scowling, not particularly amused.

Sheepishly I admitted, “Okay I realize that might’ve looked, yannow, a little bad, but-”

Noir cut me off with a vicious stomp to my face, pinning my head against the ground as her boot dug into my cheek. After letting her get the first shot, the others soon followed suit, as Panther, Queen and even the smaller girl joining in, many a high heel stabbing into me as they alternating stomping my soft, easily bruised midsection.

Meanwhile, Noir lifted one foot off the ground, putting extra weight on my face as she slowly lowered it onto my chest. Now the bitch was just outright standing on me, bearing down and grinding her heels into me. 

Through gritted teeth, I shouted, “Ugghh sadistic slut… I’m REALLY GLAD I stole them now… ngh, I don’t know why it h-hurts you, but… you deserve it...”

Somehow this didn’t get her to stop punishing me, though at first I thought it had as she responded by stepping off of me. She circled around and grabbed my ankles, lifting my legs up into the air and spreading them apart. As she very slowly rose her leg from the ground, bent at the knee, the other girls got their parting shots in.

Panther caught me with a wicked kick to my ribs, Queen stomped heavily on my abdomen one last time, and little miss Tron leaped into the air, landing with both feet on my stomach. If the wind weren’t knocked out of me already, that would’ve done it. 

That next instant, Noir brought her boot down, thrusting furiously into the apex of my legs. Were this to have been my real physical body, I imagine force like this would’ve absolutely crushed my genitals. That can’t exactly happen to me, but I felt every bit of the pain of that nonetheless.

As I curled up into a ball and writhed, mewling pathetically, the four women all shared a round of proud high fives.

“Wow Oracle, even you got some shots in for once!” Panther remarked. “Nice job! How’d that feel?”

Oracle, as she was apparently called, was huffing and puffing a little. “Well it… hoo, was kind of a lot of physical activity, actually… huff, worth it to put the hurt down on a… creepazoid like that though.”

Queen walked over and put a hand on Noir’s shoulder. “Are you okay?” 

Oh well isn’t that sweet… I’m the one in pure agony here! Ugh… at that moment I thought, maybe pantysnatching isn’t worth it. Maybe, I thought, maybe I should just call it quits… I mean I already had quite the collection. Not gonna give THOSE up, certainly! But I supposed that I could live with it if I had to stick with just them…

Noir sighed. “Yes, I’ll be alright. But I think I’ll be better as soon as this guy is reformed.”

“It’s strange, defeating him didn’t seem to do too much… usually that’s enough for petty shadows like him.” Queen noted, her hand on her chin in contemplation. “But I suppose his perception of women is so intensely skewed, just losing to them isn’t enough to get him to stop preying on them.”

“So what you’re saying is, he needs it asserted to him that he can’t dominate women… that, maybe women dominate him?” Panther suggested. “If we just keep laying it on like we’ve been that should atleast humble him, right?”

“Hm… how can we get across something like that?” Oracle pondered.

As they were speaking, Noir was sitting on the floor, taking off one of her boots. She stood up and glared down at me, before slowly raising her leg into the air. I found myself seriously wishing my feet were my fetish as she thrust her bare foot into my face. Again she stomped me against the ground, but this time the bottoms of her foot were grinding against my cheeks. As she brushed her foot across my face her toes slipped between my lips. I was squirming, trying to get out from under it, but I was still in too much pain to roll away.

“Oh… you can, take those off?” Panther inquired. “These clothes are just part of our perception, they just kinda manifest onto us, I didn’t actually think you could take them off like they were real...”

Noir paused, looked down at her bare foot for a moment and chirped, “Well… I suppose you can if you think you can.” and continued shoving her foot into my mouth. I was groaning most displeasedly, let me assure you.

“Hm… you might be onto something, Noir.” Queen remarked. “It may sound a bit… well, really gross but, if we can dominate him in a… provocative way, that might beat it into his head that he’s the prey. And then he’ll wake up a new man, one that would never even think of disrespecting a woman.”

“And possibly one that’s way too scared of women to even go near one again.” Oracle pointed out. “Which, uh… maybe that’s a bit overb-”

“That sounds good.” Noir interrupted with a cold tone, continuing her work.

Panther seemed to like this, smirking widely. “That’s right Noir, show him no mercy! He violates you, he pays the price!”

Noir chuckled ever so innocently as they all gradually nodded along in agreement with this plan. I couldn’t believe they were talking about this right in front of me, as if I couldn’t hear them discussing my torture! I couldn’t just let this happen…

This gave me a spark of energy and in my panic, I frantically struggled until I rolled away, causing the distracted Noir to stumble a bit, almost tripping onto her lovely smelling ass. 

“Heh, slippery little guy…” Panther chirped. “Hold on, I got ‘em!”

Darting in, she slid on the floor and got beneath me, wrapping her arms around my throat, choking me out mercilessly. Her lengthy legs coiled around my waist as well and she pulled me in tight, the back of my head resting in her voluptuous cleavage. “Heheh, there… shouldn’t have any trouble trampling him now!”

Sweet as can be, Naru bowed, “Thank you so much, Panther, that’s very nice of you.”

She proceeded to viciously stomp into my stomach and chest before against slamming her bare foot into my face, grinding her heel into my nose. In the process she drove me deeper into the soft pillows of Panther’s bosoms...comforting but humiliating, and hard to enjoy, especially as she was throttling my neck. Sadly I couldn’t actually pass out, merely feel an unending sensation of her arms suffocating me.

“This is for your own good, you dirty man...” Noir chided. “You need to learn your place!”

“Yeah, under her feet~!” Panther chipped in.

As Noir raised her foot up to smack my cheeks time and again, I saw Oracle step up and stare at my position. “Hm… this gives me an idea… Panther, you’re the most… I mean, uh...”

Suddenly she stopped herself and looked away nervously, as though she was about to just casually talk about something less than casual. 

“What is it…?” Panther replied, pulling her head up but keeping my own pulled down, in the process pressing her titties more deeply against the back of my head. This earned a small groan, though I don’t think they distinguished it from the natural groaning emitting from me whilst Noir forced me to suck on her big toe.

“Well it’s just… you have the biggest uh… boobies here.” Oracle awkwardly noted. “And right now, where he’s at, it just got me thinking of… I think, a good way to humiliate him would be to uh… t-to, well...”

“Smother him with her breasts?” Queen finished for her.

“YES, thank you, oh my God...” Oracle breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hm… yeah, that would do the trick. Dominate, overwhelming, distinctly feminine.” Queen noted. “And hers would likely be the most effective.” 

“Uhh… hold on now! Don’t talk about me like I’m not here!” Panther cried. My, did I ever relate. “I can’t just… I mean… with my… he’s a stranger! A creepy, creepy stranger! I didn’t even realize… ugh!”

She pushed my head tauntingly away from her tits and in the process I ended up with half of Noir’s foot in my mouth, much to her surprise judging by the gasp. Panther continued, “I don’t want him feeling my, my bosom! He’d just enjoy it anyway, what would the point of that be?”

“Even if he does I think the psychological implication is very different when you’re the one forcing it on him.” Queen explained. “It’s just a really good way to rub it in. Er, pardon the pun...”

“C-Come on, I mean he’s gonna be telling everybody about this, I don’t want that getting out...” Panther nervously explained.

“Uh, first off he doesn’t know who you are or even what your face looks like.” Queen noted. “Secondly he’s just a projection of a man’s psyche, he won’t even remember any of this.”

“Oh… fair enough. Noir, let me take charge.” she conceded.

The balls of Noir’s foot sloshed around my mouth and started pressing into my tongue like a pedal. She started to giggle, “This actually feels rather nice… this is a good place for you.”

“Uh, Noir?” Panther spoke a bit louder.

“Hm…?” Noir glanced at Panther as she gestured for her to step away. “Oh, sorry, sure.”

Finally she pulled her foot out and reveled in stepping on me time and again as she walked away. In one swift roll, Panther came out from beneath me and spun on top of me. Smiling proudly down at me, she proceeded to yank my head in and force my face against her titties. Slamming my head down down, she pressed them deeply against my cheeks, my nose forced betwixt her flesh, cutting off my air in a hurry.

Her supple titties’ suffocation once again couldn’t actually get me to pass out, instead I could only endure her smothering. On one hand they certainly felt lovely… on the other, it was hard to shake the feeling that I wanted to be on top of her, sticking my face in them rather than the other way around. I wanted to just let myself enjoy it, but that felt like… a submission.

This thought angered me… they should be the ones submitting to me! I began to struggle, grabbing her shoulders and trying to pull her off. For a moment I succeeded, giving myself a moment to breath. She stopped that though, grabbing my hands and pinning them down on the ground as she slammed her breasts right back onto my squirming head.

“Hm… I think I can smother him a bit more thoroughly than this...” I overheard her say through her muffling flesh. I think she turned back to her friends and asked, “Uh, can you guys… look away for a bit?”

They must’ve done just that as in the next moment, she lifted off of me… and unzipped her catsuit. Her big sweet titties flopped right out and they were beautiful. I couldn’t contain my gasp as I stared at them agape. She pinned my hands down again and slowly lowered them, giving her shoulders a little shake. Her large, soft bosoms swayed gently back and forth. I didn’t even want to blink… and she smiled.

“That’s right… get a nice, close look!” Panther cried before smashing her bare breasts right into my face once more. She hugged my head, pulling me deeper in and squeezing her own breasts, causing them to embrace me. I openly moaned, and after a bit more resistance I decided it wasn’t worth it. I just laid back and savored them as they brushed against me time and again. The ecstasy of her flesh washing over me…

“Heh… getting comfortable down there?” she asked, playfully bouncing up and down on my head. I began… to understand. I understood in that moment what women truly are. Far from playthings or victims, they’re… they’re goddesses. 

My joy, my pain, my sorrow, my hopes… they controlled it all. I was too prideful or perhaps just too scared to look at it that way before. I wanted to gain control over them so they wouldn’t realize it themselves, to steal away what I wanted from them without any of their input or even their knowledge. But that was never the way.

The only way to truly be at peace with women was to let them take charge of you… to submit to their whims and allow them to use me for whatever they like. If they could get enjoyment from me, that was… that was an honor. That they might want to make any sort of skin on skin contact with me, it was a privilege I never could’ve earned.

“Having fun, Panther?” I overheard Oracle, I believe, ask. 

“Heheh, yeah, surprisingly… it’s kind of nice being in a position of power like this.” the catlady goddess giggled. She bore down with immense pressure for just a moment. “Ungh! Take that! Heheh...”

“Hm… I think I want a turn!” the futuristic goddess insisted. “You’ve been messing with him long enough, let me try!”

“Err, but you don’t really have, uh-”

“Don’t finish that sentence.” Oracle crossly interrupted. “There’s more than one way to smother a man… hrm. I said that like I have experience, didn’t I? Nevermind that.”

Panther rose off from me and I gazed sullenly as those lovely breasts left me, she let me watch in a heartbroken state as she slowly zipped her suit back up. She walked off and Oracle took her place. I watched expectantly as she took off her pants, revealing her panties… which were surprisingly skimpy. As she turned around and sat on my chest, her thong seemed to disappear between her cheeks.

“Whoa, I… didn’t expect you to have those.” Noir piped up.

“I don’t normally… but we’re basically dressed like what we consider rebels, right?” Oracle calmly explained as she laid on her front, pressing against my torso. Her bare thighs squeezed my neck and as she bent her legs, her calves pushed against the back of my head. Pulling me forward, my face sunk into her backside. 

She chuckled proudly as she forced my head side to side, my face involuntarily grinding against her ass. “Creative, right? I was proud of this little idea...”

It was muffled but I tried to voice my praise, “It’s wonderful Mistress Oracle.”

Either she didn’t hear me or she ignored me. Neither possibility bothered me at all, I didn’t deserve to be heard. Not by the ears of a powerful woman… all she did was squeeze her surprisingly powerful thighs together against my neck all the more tightly. 

Make no mistake this was wickedly painful but I didn’t resist. I didn’t struggle, I didn’t complain… I merely sunk myself that little bit more into her ass, accepting the bliss beneath her.

To my delight, she laid back, her legs still tightly compressing my head and pulling me up further into her flesh as she bore her weight down firmly on my face. She started bouncing up and down on me, forcing me to smack lightly against her backside time and again just as it crashed into me… it was glorious.

“Heheheh… Panther was right, this IS fun! I’m gonna make a new high score…” Oracle gleamed. It brought joy to my heart to see how happy she was to be abusing me. 

In the brief moments where her ass hovered above my face rather than smothering it I saw glimpses of Queen, studying this contemplatively. After a few moments she walked to the other two girls and whispered something in their ears. They smiled and nodded, the three of them circling Oracle and I. 

“Ooh, what have you guys got prepped now?” she asked, curious. 

“Just watch and see!” Panther excitedly replied.

Noir and Panther once more gave me the gift of their touch, as they stood on either side of me and grabbed my wrists. Pulling my arms out to their full extension, the two of them sat on the ground and simultaneously wrapped their legs around my shoulders, bending my arms backwards as they furiously yanked on them. 

This had the double effect of being beautifully painful and also leaving me entirely defenseless. I was past the point of trying to defend myself regardless but there was something about the sheer helplessness of the position that just felt good. It felt… right. 

Oracle lifted off me for a prolonged period this time, letting me watch Queen as she took her sweet time, stepping on my stomach as she walked to the other side of me. And then, just to relish in my pain she did it again. Obviously it didn’t matter if she was on my left or right for whatever she wanted to do, she was just toying with me… and I loved it.

Gasping and groaning with every step, I eeked out, “Yes… yes, punish me, please… I deserve it. Whatever you wish to do to me I... I’ve earned it… nothing’s low enough for me...”

Queen nodded. “I’m glad you’ve learned that. And after this… you’ll never forget it.”

She went down to the ground and wrapped her legs around my midsection, putting an intense vice grip on my stomach. By far her legs seemed the strongest of anyone in the group and immediately this got me howling in a newfound level of anguish. My scream was cut off by Oracle’s ass once again slamming into my face. 

Panther and Noir had a tight scissor on each of my arms, Oracle had one locked in snugly around my neck and Queen was threatening to puncture a lung with how powerfully she bore down on my ribs. I began to cry at this moment, tears of pain and tears of joy…

“Know your place. Know your rightful position.” Queen ordered. “Know it not just in your mind, but in your heart… carve your submission into your very essence.”

As she did this, she pushed up on the ground, elevating herself into the air and allowing her overpowering legs to exert even more force, seemingly crushing my ribs. 

Panther, whilst wrenching back further on her armlock, deliberately shoved my hand into her alluring cleavage, my knuckles brushing against the soft flesh…

Noir, still obviously filled with righteous feminine fury over my direct theft of her very personal belonging, put much more torque on my arm. She managed to force my hand beneath her back and from that bit of leverage, with one mighty yank, snapped my arm with ease.

Oracle, in between bounces, slipped her already revealing panties down and forced her now perfectly bare ass onto my face, my nose digging deeply between her rosy cheeks.

As these four goddesses’ granted me the privilege of ruining me with their legs, dominating me so thoroughly my very perception of my form was clearly being affected, I began to feel myself… changing. Evaporating into a submissive paradise…

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...I woke up that morning, just like any other. Stretching out, yawning, rolling dazedly out of bed… all was fine. 

Atleast until I stepped in front of my mirror and took a long hard look at myself. I was frightened… sickened, disgusted… but it wasn’t that anything was different about me. I looked exactly like the man I was the day before.

And that was the problem. In that moment I realized just who that man was… and quickly crumbled to my knees, tears streaming from my face.

For so long I’d been nothing but a callous, uncaring, disturbing and predatorial pervert, thinking of women as nothing but sex objects, easy pickings for me to violate in whatever way I saw fit. Glancing over at the little hamper full of panties that I was so proud of, that served as clear evidence that it was all true.

I’m not sure to this day why it all hit me so suddenly, all at once. Before that morning I had never even begun to think of myself in that light but in that moment I couldn’t think of anything else. Within moments I had my decision on what the first thing I had to do was…

Half an hour later, I’d retraced my steps to the nearest household I had… visited. I knocked on the door of the ritzy estate and there she was… the ever adorable, mild-mannered, classy to a fault Haru Okumura. I expected her to be surprised or confused to see me but it was as though she expected me, simply saying, “Ah, you’re here already.”

I was a bit taken aback but felt compelled to go ahead with this without hesitation. I picked up her pair of panties and presented it to her. “I… I snuck into your house some time ago and stole these. It wasn’t easy, it took a lot of planning actually but I was determined. I felt I needed them, because I’m… I’m a sick, disgusting man. I can’t apologize enough… I’m so sorry.”

Haru just stared blankly at me. I didn’t deserve to hear her sweet voice… I deserved the fear that set in as her glare went on and on. Slowly she took her panties back and took a deep breath. She proceeded to rear back and slap the taste right out of my mouth.

She began to close the door, but stopped short. After a bit of contemplation, she whipped her head to burn holes into my head with a furious gaze. Once again she reared back and I did nothing but stand and take it as I should’ve. A wicked uppercut was buried into my stomach, doubling me over. 

As I stood there, coughing pitifully as she knocked the wind out of me effortlessly, gradually, deliberately Haru’s leg rose up into the air, bent at the knee. Her foot kept going up until it was a foot above my head. Without a word, she stomped heavily onto the back of my head, pinning me to her front porch. She grinded her foot against the nape of my neck like she was putting out a cigarette, though frankly that comparison was an insult to cigarettes.

Haru breathed a sigh of relief and closed the door on me, letting me wallow in the pain she’d wrought on me. And it felt… it felt wonderful. I loved every second of it. I found myself wanting more, wishing she’d kept laying it on. I truly didn’t understand where this came from but I didn’t care, I just… I just needed to be put in my place by a woman. Maybe… by a lot of women.

I glanced over at the basket, filled with dozens more panties to be returned and I smiled. ‘What will the next vengeful girl want to do to me’, I wondered… this was going to be a much more fun day than I ever realized.

“Nnggghahahahaha… ahahahahaha… ahh, bliss, ahh bliss…”