"Yes, this is the one," Dawn thought to herself, pausing on a page that contained a mind control spell. "Of course, Brenda's mind is too strong, and I want her free to feel and react to every bit of what's coming to her. But...some of her cheerleader followers have weak minds. Now, where to get her...lunch." Dawn realized she was talking to herself out loud. She looked around suspiciously to see if anyone overheard her plan. The seated at the desk next to her was giving her a funny look. "Stop mumbling, I'm trying to study," she said.
The hour before lunch ticked by slowly. Dawn had butterflies in her stomach as she imagined her moment of truth. And were her panties getting a bit damp as she contemplated it? No matter, nothing could stop her from giving Brenda her much-deserved comeuppance.
Finally, the bell rang. Dawn walked slowly to lunch, so she could see where people were sitting and choose an appropriate vantage point. Brenda always sat in her queen's seat, at the center of everything, her cheerleader lackeys around her. Dawn typically sat with the art club girls, but today, she intentionally picked an empty table, not far from the cheerleader's table.
Lunch was the usual slop. A hot dog, baked beans, mashed potatoes, and a suspicious creamy dessert that she hoped from the greenness underneath was intended to be key lime pie. As Dawn sat down with her lunch and her spellbook, she was horrified to see that Brenda had noticed her sitting by herself. Accompanied by two of her lackeys, Paula and Mariana, she put down her tray and started walking toward Dawn.
Mariana was unusually large for a cheerleader. She was around 5 foot 10, and had large breasts, a large backside, and a belly to match them, The other cheerleaders might have tried to suggest she lose some weight, but they were afraid of her. She usually acted as Brenda's enforcer, and was the one who had held Dawn's arms while Brenda gave her the wedgie. Today, she wore jeans and a t-shirt. Her naturally brown hair was dyed with a reddish tint. Paula, on the other hand, was quite short, but voluptuously built. Her thin waist gave her a classic hourglass figure which she accentuated by wearing a short white skirt and black tank top.
Brenda was wearing a short red and white plaid skirt with a matching red tank top, and the bright color heightened Dawn's sense of danger as the predators approached. Dawn quickly tried to remember what panties she had on in case this became a repeat of their last encounter. White granny panties under her jeans, wet in the crotch with anticipation. She couldn't let history repeat itself.
"Sitting by yourself today, Dawn? You forget to shower again? Or just doing a little reading?" Brenda's beautiful voice sounded to Dawn like a cobra hissing. "Who brings books to lunch? The sign says cafeteria, not library." Mariana added. Brenda looked at her lackey for a moment as if to say something, then thought better of it and returned to harassing Dawn. "So, what are you reading?" Brenda moved the tray to look, but Dawn clutched the book to her chest with both arms. "Maybe 'how to be a friendless loser in just 1 day.'" Mariana mused. Again, Brenda just looked at her, "I think she wrote that one." Paula laughed a little too enthusiastically at Brenda's joke, until Brenda shot her a look that caused her to stop.
"Well, Dawn, I heard the dessert is great. Why don't you try some?" Brenda grabbed a handful of Dawn's 'key lime' slop and smeared it all over the goth girl's face. Dabs of oily cream dripped down, making lines of eyeliner and mascara run with it. In moments, the whole cafeteria was laughing at Dawn, from the popular girls who either worshiped or feared Brenda and her crew to her art club "friends," who had been wondering if Dawn thought she was too good to sit with them today.
As Brenda walked away triumphantly, Paula turning around to click a picture with her phone, Dawn tried to console herself that at least no one had seen her underwear today. But she was now more determined than ever to make these stuck-up bitches pay. She had to wait until everyone tired of watching her clean up her face and t-shirt with the rough cafeteria napkins. Once she was no longer part of Brenda's 'show' she could fade into her usual obscurity and do what needed to be done. Taking a helpful hint from her assailants, though, she kept the book hidden between her lap and the table so people wouldn't wonder why she was reading and not eating.
The spell could control one or two-weak minded people for about a quarter of an hour. "That should suffice," she thought. She began concentrating on Mariana. If she got control of the big girl, she'd be able to turn her on Brenda easily. After a short while, she tried to make Mari fake a sneeze. When the large girl did so, she knew she had control. To her surprise, she seemed to be able to control her fine motor skills with precision.
Mariana stood up, casually, like she would go to the restroom. Instead, she positioned herself behind Brenda's chair. Taking hold of Brenda by the loose ponytail gathered on the back of her head, she pushed, and Dawn saw Brenda's face land in her own key lime pie. The girls at the popular table looked shocked, but the other students who started to take notice seemed amused.
As Brenda lifted her cream-covered face out of her cafeteria tray she screamed and spat. "Why did you do that? You're dead!" Dawn loosened her grip on Mari to allow her to say, "I don't know, Brenda, I'm so so-" Brenda punched her hard in the stomach before she could finish. As Mari bent forward, Brenda peeled off her t-shirt, leaving her in jeans and a bra. Then, she picked two handfuls of dessert from the tray of another girl at the table, and rubbed them all over Mari's face and hair.
Mari was in shock, and as concerned about her soft, pale muffin top showing over the waistband of her jeans as the cream that was covering her face. She wiped her eyes and looked for something with which to cover up. Dawn wasn't going to let that happen. She reasserted her grip on Mariana's consciousness, and soon the larger girl had grabbed the laughing Brenda by her wrists. Brenda was concerned now. "Help me!" she called out. She had been so rude to most of her "lessers" in the school, so they were not inclined to help, plus everyone, especially her inner circle, knew how brutal Mari could be when asked. "Let go of me, you stupid cow!" Brenda continued. Dawn shifted her focus ever so slightly.
"Paula, help me! Get me away from this maniac!" Paula stood up, and Brenda thought her situation was about to improve. "What are you doing?" Paula placed a chair between Mari and Brenda, with the straight back of the chair facing Brenda. Mari put one knee on the chair to hold it in place, and pulled Brenda's wrists forward so she was bent over the chair. By now, most of the school was watching, amused at seeing this haughty bitch taken down a peg or ten. But Paula wasn't done yet. Several students scrambled for a better cameraphone angle as Paula pulled up Brenda's skirt. "What, no! Stop. Now!" called Brenda as she felt the breeze on her backside.
After all the hell she had put Dawn through for her choice in undergarments, Brenda was wearing...white cotton granny panties? This was too good!
Without another word, Paula unloaded some of the food plates from a flat cafeteria tray. "What are you...no! Are you crazy?" was all Brenda could scream as the full realization of Paula's motive dawned on her. Paula was now spanking Brenda's ample backside with a cafeteria tray! The white cotton provided no protection for the jiggling round globes. By the fifth spank, Brenda had given up on getting help or talking her way out of it, she just whimpered. After ten hard spanks, Paula put down the tray, and Brenda thought her ordeal was over.
But Paula wasn't done. She unzipped the black skirt and took it all of the way off Brenda. When she pulled the top over her head, Brenda tried to protest, "Don't do this, we're friends, right?" "Do friends kiss friends' boyfriends? Paula replied. "That's weird," thought Dawn, "I didn't make her say that."
Paula gestured to Mari to let Brenda stand up a little straighter now. She approached the head cheerleader's bra, as if to fondle her breasts. Instead, she reached in to each side and pulled out a foam rubber pad, that she held up, for the whole school to see. Murmurs of "they're fake!" swept through the awestruck crowd as Paula dropped the pads and returned to Brenda.
Raising her hands, as if calling for quiet before a magic trick, she grabbed the plate of piping hot mashed potatoes that she had removed from the tray moments ago. Peeling back the cotton, she pushed the plate up against Brenda's reddened behind. When she seemed certain Brenda's throbbing backside was coated in the hot mush, she let the elastic snap the panties back into place. Then, she grabbed the waistband again, "and away we go!" she shouted over Brenda's simpering, "no, please!" Paula tugged hard and the elastic stretched. The cotton tugged and narrowed, and penetrated into the cheerleader's crack. Bits of pubic hair were exposed along the bottom part of the panty edges. Paula kept tugging until the panties were far up her back, then she signaled to Mari.
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