Trial 6 - Climbing the Social Ladder (Patreon)

Trial 6 - Climbing the Social Ladder

“School votes in new student body president! Tiffany won the election with a near unanimous vote, garnering the approval of 99.99% of her fellow students!”

The poorly written high school news article went on to describe how Tiffany had bested all nine of her opposing candidates in nine separate competitions. And to further handicap herself, Tiffany had allowed her also-rans to choose the subject. Whatever they were best at, she would compete with them in a head to head match.

The brainy girl challenged the blonde beauty queen to a math olympiad, no doubt expecting it to be an easy win. The terms of every competition were that if Tiffany lost, she would withdraw. With her perfectly coiffed blonde hair and her annoyingly well-formed, sizable breasts, how could she ever win a math contest?

And everything was surely going to go according to plan, if the outcome of the first question was to be trusted. The nerdy math queen solved the problem in five minutes while Tiffany puzzled her pretty blonde head over it, brows furrowed as she continued to scribble even after time was called. They told her that her answer wouldn’t be accepted, but still she worked at it. When the answer was revealed and her opponent had gotten it right, Tiffany watched with full focus as they went through the steps to deduce and calculate the correct answer.

The second question fared much the same. Tiffany continued to scribble and scribble, her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth as she worked diligently at it but to no avail. Yet she showed no frustration on her perfect features. The math queen won another point: 2-0.

Then suddenly, it was as if a switch had turned on in Tiffany’s mind. In rapid succession, she rang in and provided the answers to problems three through ten immediately. When they suspected her of foul play and asked her to show her work on the chalkboard in front of the whole crowd, she cheerfully got up, her short school skirt swishing over the velvety skin of her tight thighs and produced the correct result on the board, in neatly printed lines.

God, even her calligraphy was sexy.

The math queen ran off in tears, completely humiliated by the inexplicable blonde girl.

Her next opponent, another female, challenged her to an embroidery competition of all things. Surely the pampered beauty queen had never worked with her hands a day in her life. They looked far too sensual and soft to have been heavily used.

It went much the same. Tiffany struggled for the first 50 minutes of the hour-long competition, and then suddenly her hands became a blur as she weaved in a beautiful replica of a Van Gogh painting, impossibly lifelike on the medium of colored yarn. And during the silence of the stunned audience, she continued to idly stitch and sow while scarcely paying attention, creating another massive masterpiece which she simply threw away.

Her next opponent was a boy. He chose a physical based feat, naturally. How could such a lithe and slender girl with such big, delectable, irresistible, heaving, spherical, perfectly shaped and gravity defying... he lost his train of thought. Tiffany was so, so, so unbelievably hot. Anyway, he challenged her to a full on track and field meet with multiple events.

Dressed in a loose t-shirt and a pair of short shorts, Tiffany’s appearance drew the eyes of all of her fellow schoolmates. When the starting pistol fired, her opponent took off like a shot as he leapt hurdle after hurdle. Tiffany, despite her long legs, couldn’t so easily replicate the technique of jumping hurdles. She ran up to it, stared at it, backed up, and then took a running jump over it. Her feet hit the bar and she yelped, stumbling and barely righting herself on the red dusty track as her opponent raced on.

The crowd laughed. But Tiffany didn’t react. With no sign of adversity, she approached the next hurdle and repeated her silly looking jump, this time clearing the bar. She lost the race, but her unorthodox technique had served her well, jumping higher and higher with every repetition. As if she were superhuman.

The next event was the 100 meter dash. Tiffany started off like the tortoise while her opponent ran like the hare. Unfortunately for Tiffany, this was not a grind of endurance or perseverance. Fortunately for Tiffany, after a quick sprint where she tired herself out after a few seconds, her breathing suddenly became easy and deep as her long legs pumped with incredible power. They flowed so gracefully, her sensual, nubile body so light on its feet, her breasts heaving and bouncing and not inconveniencing her in the slightest. She easily overtook her opponent in the last five seconds, going from 0 to 200 in the blink of an eye. A wake of her red dust slammed into her opponent.

It was all downhill from there. Long jump? She cleared the sand track. She hadn’t even gotten a running start. She simply stood at the jumping line and pushed off with her toes, quadrupling the distance her would-be challenger had achieved.

He resigned on the discus throw, but Tiffany insisted anyway. She picked up the heavy weight. Her first heave barely went a few inches forward, but by attempt three, she was throwing it into the stands without any sort of windup. The audience gasped and screamed as the deadly projectile headed their way.

Her remaining opposition immediately withdrew from the race. Tiffany was the undisputed queen of the school. And not just the student body. Teachers found themselves emasculated, humiliated, diminished... and utterly outclassed by the unstoppable blonde queen.

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Tiffany sat on a royal red throne in the student lounge. She’d hired the wood shop students to build her one, but it was far too lacking for her regal standards. So the next day, she attended the class herself and demanded instruction. By the 30 minute mark, she was an expert at identifying wood, how to handle it, how to wood turn, sand, varnish, polish... everything. She built her own throne and left the remaining students, and even the teacher, completely despondent at their own lack of skill. It threw them into the throes of depression.

Tiffany just scoffed and walked off without another word.

The boy who currently served as her footrest was the track and field challenger. She didn’t even know his name. He’d come to offer his services as an advisor or somesuch. Tiffany didn’t care. He just stared at her pantyhose-clad legs—the same legs that had humiliated and destroyed him at his own game. And so effortlessly. He offered no apology, did not prostrate himself, did not beg for forgiveness for daring to oppose her, and showed no signs of knowing his place in the hierarchy. He was nothing to Tiffany. She could pick him up and throw him like a discus, far over the horizon, and nothing of value would have been lost.

So when she ordered him to get down on all fours to take his place beneath her feet, he’d argued and fought back.

One twist of his arm later as she gripped him with her impossibly strong fingers and applied only the most casual of tugs, he’d crashed to the floor, whimpering in pain as he cradled his trembling, useless limb. Tiffany had the sexiest sneer on her face as she began to reach for his other arm. He screamed and immediately got on all fours.

“Better,” Tiffany remarked as she took her throne once more. She placed her svelte, toned legs on his back and put a little more force into it than strictly necessary. His “oomph” was satisfaction to her ears.

There was one more person who had requested an audience with her. Not bad. This one—Brian was his name—seemed to know his place at least. Even if he would turn out to be useless to Tiffany, just like most other people.

“Queen Tiffany,” the handsome boy greeted her with a deep bow.

“Mm. Yes? What do you want?” Tiffany wasn’t about to show it, but she rather approved of his looks and demeanor.

“I baked you some cookies to celebrate your victory. I know they are nowhere up to your standard, but I did the best I could. I practiced this recipe for a week,” he managed to stifle the butterflies in his stomach and present his little tupperware.

“Hmph. I could do better than that by the second attempt,” Tiffany scorned him.

“I know, Queen Tiffany. I know. I’m nothing compared to you,” he bowed and began to leave. “I apologize.”

“Wait.”

He did as he was told.

“Did you vote for me?” Tiffany asked.

“No, I didn’t.”

This was her one non-supporter!

“Why not?” she asked, raising a perfect eyebrow.

“It didn’t matter. You were going to win no matter how I voted after that incredible, sexy display,” Brian’s heart raced. “It was clear you could do absolutely whatever you wanted, and nobody was going to be able to stop you. So why should I vote?” he explained.

“Mm... yes... whatever I want,” Tiffany idly shook her leg on top of her foot rest. “Does it bother you? Isn’t the world oh-so-unfair?” she asked with mock concern as she checked her fingernails.

“God no,” Brian replied breathlessly. “You’re so fucking hot. And I don’t mean your looks. Your... expertise? Learning? Total absolute fucking mastery? Of everything... it’s incredible. I can’t wait to see what you can do in like a month. Or a year.”

Tiffany looked at him incredulously. He liked her not for her appearance, but for what she could do!?

“So I just wanted to give you these cookies I baked. I know, I know, you could bake them a billion times better than me. But I’m just a stupid human. So please, queen Tiffany, I hope you accept these and even like them a little.”

“You know, Brian. I’m a virgin,” Tiffany declared matter-of-factly.

Brian sputtered. “W-what?”

“But I’m about to be the best fuck anyone will ever have.” She approached him with all of her newfound, unopposable strength and began to unbutton her school blouse.

Brian gulped as her creamy cleavage came into view.

“Do you want me to stop?” Tiffany asked as she unceremoniously dumped the ugly white cotton to the floor and began to slide her skirt down her sinuous legs.

“No,” Brian replied breathlessly.

“Could you stop me even if you tried?” Tiffany asked, flipping her blonde mane up and unclasping her bra.

“No!” Brian barked.

“Good little pet...” Tiffany purred as her inexperienced hands began to work at the hard bulge in his slacks.

Brian smiled at her amateurish attempts before all of a sudden, her swirling fingers and powerful stroke became so sensually masterful. Another trace of her fingers, and Brian’s face contorted into a mask of unmitigated pleasure.

Tiffany just laughed as she continued to work him through his pants. Brian was about to crumple to the floor, but his blonde queen wrapped her steely arm around his side and effortlessly held him upright as she discovered just how far she could tease and wreck someone beyond their so-called sexual limits...

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The entire school, its faculty, even the city were all under Tiffany’s control now. To witness her beauty was to experience Nirvana. To be touched by her, intimately or not, was the consummation of all types of enlightenment all at once, channeled through her silky, masterful touch, triggering the most primitive parts of the human brain into orgasmic meltdown and wiping away all fears, concerns, and worries. In the span of a day, Tiffany had become a walking, orgasmic, blank mind empty body bomb.

Only Brian retained his wits around her as the world collapsed to its feet under her irresistible allure and her physical power.

“What’s next for us, baby?” Tiffany cooed as she nibbled on Brian’s earlobe. They hadn’t been physically apart ever since Tiffany had first touched him on her path to goddesshood. She was always perfectly beautiful and smelled fresh and fragrant. Her blonde, silky hair cascaded down her elegant neck and caressed Brian’s weak, vulnerable, pliable skin, sending him into a constant conniptions.

“So superior...” Brian whispered as Tiffany smiled at his acknowledgement. She just couldn’t get enough of his genuine flattery.

“But you’re still bound to Earth’s gravity,” his deepest, most impossible fantasies surfaced. “Would... would you be able to fly? Under your own power?”

“I’m sure I’ll figure it out,” Tiffany ground another fierce orgasm from his body instantly from her dominating sexual assault as she pressed her breasts into his body once more. She smiled as he trembled helplessly in her unbreakable embrace.

She couldn’t wait to find out what she’d become with Brian by her side.