Chapter #4She's evil, oh so evil by: Skewer   Your heart is thumping in terror as you take in the enormous Angela and her frightening smile. She stands close to the couch leering at you down her nose; her domineering posture only serves to increase your sense of her size. Without shifting or bending down to get closer she begins to speak,
"Oh Nicky, why didn't you come to see me earlier? I know this isn't your first time back since we last met", she raises an accusatory eyebrow.
You stand there, your fear shackling your voice in your throat.
"ANSWER ME BOY!", she screeches, her face descending rapidly so that her voice rings in your ears as she glares at you with ever-greater intensity.
"I... I just didn't have much time that's all! I didn't mean it, I only came here for small periods of time."
"I'm not stupid Nick. I could tell that you felt uncomfortable the moment I started talking to you today. And I know you were here for two whole weeks at Christmas," She said. "I don't like being lied to Nick, and you should know that I always get what I want. I wanted you, and I gave you a good chance to do things amicably."
"What's wrong Nick, don't you like me?" She rubs her hand over her soft breasts and belly; you register that she stripped down to black bra and panties while you were unconscious. Leaning back in, her breath washes over you again, "You like my daughter don't you? Why don't you like me?", she exaggerates a pout.
"Amy and I are just friends, Ms. Nolan"
"I SAID DON'T LIE TO ME," she roars again, her cheeks flushing in anger.
"I swea-."
You're cut off as her fist slams down next to you, bouncing you a good six inches - several times your current height - above the couch.
"It looks like you need to be disciplined", she sneers, "Oh, and don't call me Ms. Nolan, call me... Goddess". You note this is a rather stark contrast to her request to use her first name earlier in the day.
"Wha-"
She ignores you, brushing you towards the backrest of the couch with her hand, a minor gesture to her, but a rather bruising one to you as you tumble backwards. She turns around, and you can't help but glance at how tightly her panties restrain her large buttocks. She smacks her ass with such force that your ears ring again,
"This is one thing that my daughter doesn't have," she says, and you watch as her enormous behind descends to where you had been stood but a few seconds ago. "Now kiss it," she points at her butt cheek sloping down from far above you.
"Please Ms. Nola-"
She suddenly scoots her ass back, mashing you into a groove between the seat cushion and backrest, "I told you to call me Goddess", her voice has acquired a new intensity, "And asking questions is disobedience, slave. Now. Kiss. My. Ass", she inches forward giving you just enough space to move again. You are horribly winded, and tears come to your eyes. You realise it was really a matter of luck that she hadn't reduced you to a paste when she scooted back.
"Actually, before you do that, you need a proper punishment for your disobedience. Every time you question me, every time you dilly dally, or if I just find you annoying, you will be punished. You are mine. I wanted you, I have you and I will do what I want with you, so to impress this on you further" - you frankly felt you had already been impressed on enough - "you can have your first punishment".  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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