Overwhelming Force


Most of the day went in the manner of Home Room. One or two friends, or at least people who were friendly, were allowed by Fred to see one tit and/or to pick Princess up and hold her.

Fred was quite satisfied at the attention he commanded, being the owner of a pretty sylph. Princess felt a thrill each time she was picked up, handed from giant to giant, or held for closer scrutiny.

People looking her over always pinned her in place so she couldn’t escape or cover herself. She got hotter each time.

During Spanish, she discovered the privacy latch on the door. It didn’t prevent Fred from opening it up. Nothing gave a sylph sovereign power over her space. But it did force him to take an extra step to open the door, adding a step to his increasingly automatic manipulation of the carrier.

She begged permission to use that if she was indisposed. He winced and encouraged her to do so.

After that, every time Fred’s classmates returned her to the carrier, she latched herself in and stroked herself. Usually she could still smell a giant girl’s hand lotion on her shoulder, or feel an abrasion on her soft skin from a giant boy’s calloused fingers.

She wondered if Fred was feeling anything of her emotions as she did. For the most part he seemed to ignore her. Maybe all the stories about sylphs acting as familiars for their owners were exaggerated?

But then, when he was in the line for lunch, he slid a side window open. Not far, just enough to slide a finger in. She paused, one hand clutching a breast, the other tenting out her panties.

Without looking, his finger unerringly went to her crotch, pinning her hand in place, pushing it against her pussy. He pushed her fingers in, then relaxed just a bit, letting her stroke outwards. Then he pushed in again.

Evidently there was a long line for the meal, as he took his sweet god damned time, forcing her to the slow, tantalizing pace he’d chosen.

But if he was trying to tease her, or frustrate her, he was shit out of luck. Showing this much control over her just excited her that much more.

She was overwhelmed by his power all over again, and his pace made her eventual orgasm so very powerful… She screamed, pulling his finger against her with her free hand, dipping her head to lovingly kiss his knuckle.

Then his finger slid back out and the window shut. She curled up in her fur coat and slipped into a wonderful sleep.

He saved half of a meatball for her, offering it to her when she woke up, halfway through Government.

Mr. Gorenn barely acknowledged the little woman on Fred’s desk, just asking if she was given to hysterics.

Fred, confused, said, “Um, no? At least, not so far?”



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Index

86. The Plan

88. Toyed