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Recess

Ava did her best to stalk the seemingly transformed Dana during their fifteen minute recess break. Oliver spent his time following her around like a wounded puppy on a leash when he would usually be with his lacrosse teammates. And those outfits! Ava needed to get a good picture!

Her little social media outlet had garnered 500,000 subscribers of Ava just doing variety stuff. She had no identity yet. Sometimes it was cringe choreography to popular music, sometimes it was duets, and a lot of the rest of it was just reaction videos.

But Dana! She was a fucking glamour model! If Ava could just get herself associated with Dana, maybe get some good videos and photos of her, get her to agree to work for Ava in exchange for exposure and becoming famous and maybe tossing a few bucks Dana’s way, Ava could achieve her life’s dream ever since she was a teeny bopper surfing the web: becoming internet famous.

Phone in hand, Ava turned on her video and began to record. All she could get at the moment was Dana’s backside, which was a marvel in and of itself. But the stumbling and seemingly in pain Oliver kept ruining the shot. But Ava could always just slice and dice it together. Audiences liked when the camera jumped from editing every second anyway.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going!”

Some tall senior bumped her in the arm, jostling her phone and camera. Ava readjusted and never took her eyes off her phone. She needed to get usable footage! Otherwise, it was two... two! More hours of class before lunch period, and who knew where Dana would be then?!

Another person walked into Ava. Or, more accurately, Ava walked right into another person with her phone hand this time. Her already beat up phone took another fall to the floor, clattering and tinting her screen with more discoloration. She looked up and glared daggers at her assailant, who was already glaring daggers back at her. He stepped right over her phone and went about his free period.

When Ava looked up, Dana and Oliver were nowhere in sight. She had lost them in the chaos of the busy quad.

“Shit! Shit!” She grabbed her phone and bolted forward toward Dana’s last known location. Perhaps she had just turned the corner around the central student center and library building, on her way to the secondary food area that sold snacks and cup o’ noodles...

Sprinting for all she was worth, dodging and weaving, the mousy brunette turned around the concrete corner. She ran headfirst into a brick wall. And a pair of huge, jutting orbs.

“Ffffff...!” Ava immediately crumpled to her knees, totally winded and seeing stars. Did she just suffer a concussion!? What did she run into!?

“Why are you following me?” The brick wall spoke from above.

Ava wheezed and huffed as she tried to stand up. One wobbly, noodly arm hit the floor, but she found absolutely no strength or purchase in her quaking limb. Her efforts caused her to fall back onto her butt, and finally the brunette looked up to see Dana, hands on hips in her alluring dress, sneering down at her.

“D-D... Dana...” Ava hissed with tears in her eyes.

“Talk!”

"Wanted... to... take... pics..."

In the meantime, Oliver was hunched over clutching his side.

"Run!" he mouthed silently.

But there was no way Ava could take her eyes off the spectacle that was Dana's body.

"Pictures of me? Like what, a model? Or are you some kind of paparazzi? Who the hell are you anyway?"

"I'm a sophomore..." her voice was slowly coming back. But she could feel the bruise forming around her eye where she'd run headfirst into Dana's unforgiving bust.

"A stupid sophomore!? Haha, you're just a baby! Oliver, what do you think I should do to her?" Dana examined her fingernails.

“Gonna be... famous...” Ava stood up.

“Oh yeah? Who the hell are you?”

“Avavavava! I have half a million subscribers on MeVee!” she puffed out her chest.

“You don’t say,” Dana appraised Ava’s body, then looked down at her own, far superior one.

“Ahm...” Ava was suddenly less proud of herself as she physically shirked at the not-so-close comparison.

“Well, let’s see it.”

Ava unlocked her phone and swiped around the screen. And suddenly, Dana was behind her, uncomfortably near as the tall redhead peered over her shoulder. A startled Ava jumped in fright. She could also smell the wind blowing by her, carrying Dana’s sweet, fresh, flowery scent. She was uncomfortably... aroused?

“Oh yeah. That is you, isn’t it? You have half a million viewers for this!?” Dana laughed.

Ava would’ve been insulted, but she didn’t get this far by being thin-skinned.

“You just don’t understand how this works, like everyone else! I earn $1,000 a month from this!” she blurted out. Followed by, “Oops...”

“Reaaally? $1,000 a month?” Dana began to dream of riches. She briefly considered knocking over a bank, but... what if shit went wrong? So she could break high schoolers’ ribs by barely pressing with her pinkie finger, or give people black eyes if they ran headfirst into her fucking awesome breasts, but being shot by guns and being wanted by police? Maybe. Not yet.

“So what’re you gonna do? Sell shitty pictures of me where you couldn’t even see my face or my tits? Sounds like stealing to me...” Dana grabbed Ava’s arm and turned her around. Her fingers closed around Ava’s limb like a steel vise.

“N-no, I wasn’t... ow! OW! My arm!” Ava cried.

“You better talk fast, or I’m going to squeeze harder,” Dana smiled gently.

“I wanted to... to talk to you! I swear! I wanted to know if you would go in on this with me!”

“Go on...” Dana didn’t loosen her grip. Instead, she curled the fingers of her free hand around Ava’s other arm. Then hoisted her body off of the floor until her feet were dangling midair at Dana’s knee level as they looked eye to eye with each other.

“You’re so strong!!” Ava gasped.

Oliver just shook his head in disappointment.

“Well?” Dana’s fingers closed even tighter and began to bruise Ava’s flesh. “Otherwise, that shiner on your face is the last thing you’ll be worrying about...”

“GAAH! I could, I could, I could do all the market research! You’d be my friend! I could do a thing and then you would jump in the frame! EVERYONE’S DOING IT I SWEAR DANA PLEASE LET GO!” Ava screamed.

Dana peered all around her before placing Ava back on her feet. But instead of letting go, Dana simply shifted her grip to Ava’s wrist and began to walk.

“Come on. Let’s go somewhere more private to figure out our business arrangement,” Dana smiled. “Come on, Oliver.” She inclined her head.

Dana began to walk briskly toward the outdoor area around the back of the school. She didn’t even realize how quickly she was moving until she realized that Ava was having trouble keeping her feet.

“Dana! You’re... too fast!” Ava stumbled as she was getting splayed out almost completely horizontally.

“Stop whining and keep up!”

Meanwhile, Oliver was half jogging and half sprinting at Dana’s side. He daren’t refuse her order. Or maybe couldn’t.

“You’re... not human!” Ava wailed. She had no choice but to be dragged along by Dana’s wickedly fit body. Ava felt as if her shoulder was about to pop out of its socket! Her sneakers trailed along the floor. It was as if she were in the wild west, tied to a horse that had been sent running!

A minute later, the three of them were at the back end of the school. The bell had rung for next quarter, but Dana clearly wasn’t worried about truancy.

“So, you think we could actually make a lot of money at this?” Dana shoved Ava’s back against the wall. The storage building shuddered as Dana’s palm slammed into it.

“My... arm...” Ava was in tears.

“Oh shit. Looks like I did dislocate it! Haha! I didn’t even mean to!”

“What... are you?” Ava whispered.

“A goddess...” Oliver muttered.

“You know it, fuckboy. And to think at first I thought you might be the cause!” Dana gloated. “But you do have a special status. My first pet.”

“Why are you doing this?” Ava sobbed.

“Because it’s fucking fun. Here, let me fix that shoulder for you.”

Without warning, Dana forcefully pushed Ava’s limb back into place. The smaller girl was about to scream, but suddenly found her lips and mouth completely sealed by Dana’s own desirable, all-consuming mouth.

How were they face to face? Ava realized that Dana had somehow lifted her up again as her brain rattled inside of her skull from the sudden motion. Her back was pressed uncomfortably against the hard wall, her front being crushed by Dana’s even harder breasts and muscled abdomen. She tried to scream, but Dana darted her warm, wet, fleshy tongue right into Ava’s mouth, stuffing the weak brunette’s mouth full of her long tongue.

With Ava suspended in midair and completely unable to utter any sound, Dana began to chuckle in mirth. Her laughter transferred through Ava’s body, her breasts quaking and tossing the influencer girl like a leaf in a windstorm as the sound of her chilling laughter vibrated Ava’s bones.

And despite the pain and terror, Ava was dripping wet. She could feel the heat in her burning loins as this superwoman had her way. Her pussy lips ached, desperate for stimulation as Dana’s tongue writhed and twirled inside of her mouth. Meanwhile, the redhead nibbled and sucked on Ava’s lips, and Ava involuntarily did her best to reciprocate.

“Mm! Mmmm!” Ava moaned, really getting into it.

Oliver gulped at the sight, uncertain if he should be envious or relieved that it wasn’t him suffering Dana’s attentions. It felt as if his skull was about to be crushed like a grip between Dana’s succulent, muscular thighs, and yet...

As Ava flooded her pants, Dana bathed the influencer in her healing waves. Her bosoms lifted, pressing Ava back even harder into the wall and lifting her up before the superwoman exhaled deep into Ava’s lungs, filling her up with mending magic. The pain began to dissipate as Ava’s black eye shrank and shrank, winking away to nothing. Her dislocated and relocated shoulder hurt and tingled as it healed back to brand new.

And all the while, she was coming inexorably under Dana’s unstoppable sensual assault. And the sensation never ceased as the post-coital fatigue never set in. The redhead’s powers kept Ava primed and ready for yet another sexual climax as the pleasure continued to build and build.

Her fluttering heart continued to pump molten lava through her veins for as long as Dana was kissing her. Her pants were soaked all the way down to the bottoms now, and yet she continued to gush from the sensation of Dana’s perfect spheres threatening to crush her torso to paste while Dana’s tongue kept her fully healthy. Her mind was starting to overload and break from the pleasure... and that was the one thing that Dana’s healing didn’t seem to affect.

Finally, Dana backed off and broke the liplock. She licked her red, fleshy folds, and unceremoniously let a fully restored Ava fall relatively painfully into a heap on the floor.

“Oh... my... god...” Ava wheezed. She was still experiencing the aftershocks of her quaking orgasm! And she wasn’t even being touched!

“So, partner? Let’s get started tomorrow. I’ll give you my phone number. Any money you make from this, you pass it to me. Understood?”

“Mmmm!” Ava squealed as she continued to squirt.

Dana reached down into Ava’s jean pocket, quite proud of herself as she dug her smooth, long fingers against the inseam of Ava’s pants to relish and gloat about what a pathetic mess she’d turned Ava into. The truth was, Dana’s own pussy was screaming hot as she exerted pure sexual domination, but she didn’t want to give Ava any satisfaction or pride in actually providing any pleasure to Dana. Not that she had, anyway. Dana was just getting off to her own power.

She stood back up with Ava’s phone in her hand.

“The... password... screen...” Ava reached up with a trembling arm.

“I already saw you do it.”

Dana’s hands were a blur as she unlocked the screen and punched her phone number in. Her two thumbs moved so fast, it looked as if she had weaved a cat’s cradle with all of her fingers.

“There, I just texted myself.”

“Whaaaat...” Ava’s body clenched once again as Dana dropped the phone on her climaxing body.

“So, see you tomorrow! You better get some results and make me some money. Or else,” Dana’s green eyes glowed.

“Dana, you’re not going to...” Oliver pointed at Dana’s tits.

“What, mind control her?” She turned her head back to regard Ava, whose eyes grew wide in terror.

“You’re so strong, so fast, and you... control minds?” Ava sputtered. Her heart was finally calming down from her nonstop Dana orgasms.

“Yeah. With my tits. Jealous?” Dana wrapped her long fingers on the undersides of her bust and hefted. Such a casual act required the kind of strength that only Dana wielded.

Ava just stared at the well-defined indents in Dana’s dress. She gulped.

“You should be,” Dana smiled. “But no. No mind controlling titties for you. You’re not gonna double cross me, are you? Otherwise...”

Dana extended the fingers of her left hand and jabbed them through a red concrete brick. Closing her hand into a fist, the brick crumbled away, leaving itty bitty fragments in the palm of her hand.

“Otherwise I’ll rip your heart out and squeeze it in my hands. And I won’t give you a lovely little kiss this time, either. So, make me a lot of money, otherwise I kill you. Deal?”

Ava nodded furiously.

“Talk to you tomorrow, then! Come on Oliver, we’re late for class.”

“Yes, mistress,” Oliver looked at Ava with pity. Ava returned his emotion.

He scampered off, trailing behind Dana’s superhuman yet effortless pace.