Queen Bee

There are a few facts that everyone at horizon University agree on. One, The Cafeteria food sucks no matter what you get. Two, The Phi Delta Nu fraternity throws the best parties. And most importantly, Morgan Flair ruins the school.

If you ask the faculty, They'll tell you she's an amazing student. Constantly volunteering to run events for clubs and programs while also managing keep up stellar grades. If you ask the boys, they'd go on and on about her beauty and grace. From her angelic face to her cute five foot statue, she is seen as beauty personified. A few of the more perverted male students may bring up her firm ass that's always being complimented by the yoga pants she's constantly wearing. Or her impressive C Cup chest that she'll gives teasing glimpses of with her low cut shirts. If you ask The female students They'll give compliments and smiles that don't quite reach their eyes.

The truth is Morgan is anything but the angel she pretends to be.

Why are all the girls so nervous when asked about her? Because she she will humiliate, bully, and dominate any girls she feels didn't give he the respect she deserved. The last girl caught talking behind her back was a girl names Jess on the wrestling team who thought she was to tough for Morgan to play her games with. Few days a video was spread throughout the university of Jess submissively worshipping some woman's feet. The word Bitch written on her forehead with sharpie. Jess had a collar around her neck. Her tough reputation was destroyed immediately. No one took her seriously anymore and became bullies new favorite target up until she dropped out. She never gave information why she was in that video or who the other woman in the video was but the rumor amongst the students was Morgan was involved. Since then no girl would dare to say anything against Morgan.

With The male students Morgan is a bit more calculated. Knowing exactly when to flirt and tease and when to play the innocent act. She has countless losers who will do whatever she wants with the delusion that they have a shot with her. She uses them all as tools. But her most useful tool is Derek, The headmaster son and Team captain of the football team. Together they were the power couple of the university. And Derek was so head over heels for her that he never questioned her or her actions.

As for her amazing grades and event planning, She doesn't do anything but take the credit. She uses the male students who worship her or the female students who fear her to do her projects and set up the events while she "supervises". No one dares try to report her to the faculty for her dishonesty. No one wanted to end up like Jess, besides Morgan was so beloved by the faculty that there was no way they would believe the students. And even if they did, the headmaster would bury any report.

For all these reasons, Everyone stayed out of Morgan's way and no one was deemed worthy of her wrath. That is until Dakota transferred at the beginning of the semester.

Dakota was a quiet blonde with soft features. She had small but perky B Cup breasts and a slightly fat ass compared to her slender frame. She was on the taller side for girls at the university at five nine. Appearance wise she what you would expect from a stereotypical nerdy college student. She was almost never seen without a turtle neck sweater except in high heat days. She wore long skirts and hand her long hair tied up in a ponytail. Personality wise she was a complete introvert. She was friendly and polite but far to shy to to really build any relationships. So Dokata mostly just keep to herself, spending a majority of her free time studying in the library.

But little did she know she managed to get the attention of Morgan and she would learn very quickly why that's not a good thing.

Morgan was not happy to hear the new girl was getting so much attention. Female students were constantly talking about Dakota. Trying to figure out shy she was self isolating. Apparently it gave her an aura of mystery. For the boys she became a challenge. Guys would constantly attempt to flirt or build a connection with the shy blonde. Even some of Morgan's biggest admirers have attempted to be the one who finally won Dakota over. The worst was the faculty constantly praising Dakota for her hard work and dedication. Even her boyfriend's dad the headmaster mentioned that Dakota was becoming serious competition for the position of top of the dean's list. A spot that Morgan thought she had locked down.

Whether or not she realized it Dokata was becoming a threat to Morgan's power. And Morgan does not let threats go unnoticed. So with a wicked smile Morgan set up her plan to deal with Dakota.

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LATER THAT THE NIGHT:

Tonight was like any other Saturday night for Dakota, she was alone in the University Library studying for her next exam. Eventually the quiet Library was interrupted by the sounds of echoing footsteps. Dakota didn't bother looking up, figuring that it was just The Librarian Ms. Ross coming to tell her the library was closing and to ask her to go home. But instead of hearing Ms. Ross's voice she heard a much younger voice.

"Hello there. You must be Dakota. I've heard a lot about you." The voice said. Dakota looked up to see a girl around her age looking down at her. She had a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"Oh hello. It's nice to meet you" Dakota responded meekly. She couldn't explain it but this girl made her nervous.

"Judging by your blank expression, you don't know who I am do you?" Morgan still towering over Dakota.

"Um no sorry. I still new here and haven't really learned everyone's name yet." Dakota apologized. It may have just been her imagination but she say something sinister flash in the girl's eye when she admitted to not knowing who she is.

Morgan sneered and grabbed Dakota's chair. Before the blonde could react her chair was turned so she was facing the mysterious girl. Dakota was so stunned by the sudden aggression, she didn't resist when the shorter girl straddled her lap and forced them face to face. "You should be sorry Dakota. For a lot things quite frankly. For stealing the attention of the boys. For threatening my position on top of the dean's list. But above all else, you should be most sorry for not knowing my name is Morgan Flair. Peasants like you should know who the queen of thos school is."

Fear shook through Dakota's body. Not just because the uncomfortable physical situation she was in but because she recognized the name. Her roommate told her about Morgan. Well more accurately she tried to warn her to stay away from her. That Morgan will ruin your life if you cross her. Dakota new she had to get out of there as fast as possible. But she couldn't just walk put and leave with Morgan's body weight on lap and the girl giving her no personal space. So desperately Dakota tried to talk her way out of it, "Morgan I don't know what you're talking about but I'm sorry for whatever I did to upset you. But you really should just let me go. Ms. Ross will be making her rounds any second now and I don't think you would want her to catch you in this predicament." Dakota hoped that the presence of Ms. Ross would cause Morgan to step down from whatever this is, but the only reaction she got from the self appointed queen bee was a laugh. The laugh was the last straw for Dakota's nerves and she went to plan b, calling for help. "Ms. Ross HEL-" Unfortunately those were the only words she was able to get out before Morgan shoved three fingers down her throat.

Morgan felt that rushed of power she enjoys so much when the fear flashed through Dakota's eyes when she heard her name. She's heard of her from someone. Good. The fear only makes it more fun for Morgan. When Dakota tried to call for help, Morgan took great pleasure shoving her fingers down the shy girls throat. While Morgan was planning this lesson for Dakota earlier today, she couldn't help but finger her pushy while planning how she'd punish the nerd. Morgan couldn't help but wonder if Dakota could taste her. Doesn't matter if she couldn't. She would soon enough.

Morgan laughed at Dakota's pathetic face as she pumped her fingers down her throat. "Tsk tsk no yelling in the library Dakota. I thought a little nerd like you would know that at least. Besides I wouldn't count on Ms. Ross saving you. I ran into her before I talked to you. Offered to let you out and lock up for her. She happily accepted my offer to home a little earlier. So it's just you and me Dakota. Now be a good girl and suck my fingers."

The light in Dakota eyes died as she realized there was no escape. Figuring it'd be easier in the long run to just obey and get out as so as possible, Dakota obeyed. Nervously she started bobbing her head up and down the dominant girls fingers. Before long Morgan got bored of Dakota's slow techniques and started roughly fucking her throat with her fingers. Tears rolled down Dakota's face and and spit/drool fell freely from her mouth. It only took a few moments for the usually put together girl to become a complete and utterly mess.

Happy with her her handiwork Morgan removed her fingers from Dakota's mouth. Allowing the poor girl to finally get a few gasps of air. Morgan's fingers was cover in saliva but luckily she had the perfect rag to clean it. With a delivish smirk she wiped her spit covered hand all over Dakota's face. The introvert flinched at her touch but didn't resist the humiliation. Morgan was pleasantly surprised by how submissive this perceived threat really is. It's clear she would never have actually be a creditable treat to Morgan's reign but that wouldn't stop her fun continuing her fun. Morgan has humiliated and degraded a few girls in the past like Jess but this one felt different. With them it was all about power and domination. But know Morgan genuinely feels excited to see how far she can push Dakota.

"You know Dakota lots of people on campus has described you a classy beauty. But personally I think you look much better like this." Dakota felt her cheeks flush red and (she hated to admit it) her pushy moisten at Morgan's teasing. She was pulled from the realization by Morgan getting off her lap. For a fleeting moment Dakota was optimistic that the humiliation was over. Morgan crushed those hopes with just a few sentences. "Alright loser, bend over the desk and keep you head down. Stay perfectly still and I'll be right back. If you move even an inch and I'll ruin you. Understand?"

Dakota could only nod and and assumed the position she was told. She heard the sounds of Morgan's heels walking away but didn't move. She knew this was the chance to try and escape but she remembered what her roommate told her about Morgan. She never forgets a grudge. Especially if someone disobey her. So Dakota did her best to stay perfectly still.

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While Dakota followed orders, Morgan was grabbing the items she stashed in the back room of the library. An high performance camcorder and a tripod. Her favorite part of dominating girls was the filming part. They're like little trophies of her conquests. Of course she also used them to expose and humiliate her victims further. She liked that part too.

When she returned she was pleased to discover Dakota exactly how she left her. It only took Morgan a few moments to set up the camera and start recording. After all she's had plenty of practice.

After ensuring that everything was working she made her way to Dakota. With a swift movement she pulled down the nerdy girl's skirt, exposing the her long smooth legs leading up to panty clad ass. Her panties were pink with red hearts that hugged her hips just right. Morgan couldn't help but start groping the ass in front of her roughly. She kneeled in front of of Dakota's ass while she squeezed and massaged Dakota's ass. Dakota's squeals and moans only encouraged Morgan further. It didn't take long for Morgan to notice the growing wet spot on her victims crotch and her close proximity gave her a great smell of the girls arousal. Somewhat reluctantly she tore herself from Dakota's ass to continue the humiliation.

"Here I thought you were some prudish good girl. But judging from how wet you are I guess your just some masochistic slut." Morgan taunted

"No. It's not like that. I'm not." Dakota pleaded.

Morgan cut off her pleading by grabbing hold of her panties and yanking up. Dakota's felt her favorite pair of panties riding up her ass and making her squeal with and delight.

"You will not lie to me slut."

"I'm not lying. I'm not a slut I swear. I'm a good girl I promise." Dakota whined. She was in such a state of lust she didn't even realized she was quoting some lezdom porn she watched the night before. If she did she'd probably be a blushing mess over calling herself a good girl to a fellow student.

Morgan grabbed her panties from the front and gave her a frontal wedgie in addition to the original wedgie she was receiving. Morgan yanked both sides as high and as roughly as she could. The pressure digging into Dakota's ass and can't was too much for her. She had the most humiliating and intense orgasm of her life. She squirted all over herself and the library floor. After she all but collapse against the table she was leaning on.

Morgan walked her way into Dakota's line of sight and cupped her chin, forcing the weaker girl to face her. "Looks like your body is more honest than your mouth. One more chance loser. What are you?"

Dakota knew she should deny it. She knew she fight back. But all she could do was say, "I'm a masochistic slut. I'm sorry for lying Morgan."

Dakota was rewarded with a swift slip to the face that made her cheek red. "Your too low to call me by my name slut. Call me mistress." Morgan demanded

"I'm sorry Mistress." Dakota obediently responded.

"Good girl" Morgan complimented. Her words making Dakota shurred with pleasure. "But you still need to be punished for lying to me and trying to take my role at the top of this school." Morgan said as she grabbed the textbook Dakota was studying earlier and made he way back behind her. Dakota didn't know what she meant by trying to take her place but knew better than to ask.

Morgan lined up the book against Dakota's defenseless ass and swung the book hard. The echo of the books leather meeting Dakota was music to Morgan's ear. She swung again and again, not giving her victim a second to recover. She only stopped when her arms started to burn but she wasn't close to done.

"Dakota you are far too overdressed. Take of your panties. Now!" She demanded.

Dakota quickly slide them off and handed them to the shorter girl before resuming her original position. She knew better by now that to question or argue with Morgan. Morgan slid the panties into her pocket as a momento. She then resumed the spanking. Delivering each blow with all her strength. Dakotas whimpers and cries felt like an audience cheering her on. By the time she was finished Dakota's ass was bright red and she had tears in her eyes.

Normally this I where Morgan would stop. She had more than enough to ruin Dakota's reputation and properly showed the girl her place. But this time was different from the other girls. There was enjoyment there sure but not like this. With them the enjoyment was purely from humiliating them. Unlike now she never felt herself turned on while punishing the other girls. She didn't feel herself dampening her underwear while she made Jess worship her feet. But with Dakota she doesn't want to stop her. She wants more.

"Dakota, turn around and face and get on your knees." The girl followed Morgan's demand. Not knowing what to expect. What she never would have expected was for Morgan to place a foot on a nearby chair and lift her skirt. Showing off a red lacy thong that just barely cover her glistening mound. She pulled her panties to the side and gave one simple demand, "Lick".

Dakota wishes could say that she resisted. Or even tried to resist. But she didn't. She doved her tongue into Morgan's fold with such eagerness that even Morgan was surprised. But that didn't stop her from enjoying the sensation of Dakots tongue tracing every inch of her folds. Dakota meanwhile was in complete worship mode. She had never liked a pushy before but always fantasized about it. She had hoped to be able to experiment in college but never dreamed it'd happen like this.

Morgan had no thoughts in her head besides the pleasure coursing through her body. She grabbed a handful of Dakota's hair and pushed her further against her face as she grinded against it. She was so close to cumming and desperately wanted the pleasure of an orgasm.

Dakota, ever the submissive plunged her tongue as deep as it could go and started licking furiously. She was enjoying the taste of Morgan she was experiencing now but she wanted more. She wanted to taste the mean girls cum on her tongue.

Luckily for her that boost of enthusiasm was enough to push Morgan over the edge. She let out a high pitch squeal that no doubt would have hurt Dakota's ears if her thighs weren't so tightly pressed against them. She let her self freely orgasm over her assumed rivals face before collapsing on the seat.

Meanwhile Dakota laid against the table at Morgan's feel, basking in the taste of Morgan's juices in her mouth.

The two girls sat in silence as they both recovered from their intense encounter. Finally Morgan stood up and broke the Silence. "I'm leaving. Make sure to lock up the place before you leave." With that Morgan gathered her belongings and left with out a word.

Leaving Dakota to sit and think about what happened. She just let herself be completely dominated by the biggest bully in the school. Not only that but Morgan filmed it. Dakota knew what happed to Jess. And it looked like she was next. Dakota could only wallow in shame and despair as she cleaned herself up and locked up the library. She knew by the end of the week Morgan would have her ruined. Just like she threatened to.

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Later that night in her Private dorm, Morgan was having her own crisis. The video was edited and ready. All she had to do was post it with a burner account and Dakota was as good as gone. But Morgan didn't know if she wanted that.

There was something different about the girl. Toying with her was different. It was pleasurable, primal, something new. She didn't know what it was. She just new she didn't want to lose it to soon.

Morgan canceled the post and instead save the video to a few usbs.

As she laid in her bed she couldn't help but reach in her pocket and take out Dakota's panties. She let her fingers rub the soft fabric as the intoxicating smells of her lingering arousal enveloped her nostrils. It was at that moment she knew what she had to do. She didn't know why. She just knew she had to...

Make Dakota hers.