[Commission] Queen Bee 2

Artwork done by my compadre Breppy. ( twitter.com/Breppy_Milk ) -------------------------- If humiliation had a flavor profile, it would be salty and warm with just a pinch of umami thrown in. This myriad of flavors dances a hellish party around Haley's tongue as it probes Amber's asshole. Her face is hot, though it isn't clear if it's from rage or from the two fleshy globes sandwiching her. Why was Amber like this? Why is anyone like this? The leather strap pulls her neck into an awkward and uncomfortable angle. Only relaxing when Amber agrees she's doing a satisfactory job on servicing her backside. A cruel but effective gimmick in the torturer's toolkit, designed to subjugate through the illusion of reward. Seconds feel like hours as her tongue begins going numb and saliva trickles down her chin. As much as she'd like to play the hero and say that this is no big deal, to laugh it off and say that this is the price of standing up to a bully, it rings as hollow as the look plastered on her face. (A face that no one can even see at this point) This wasn't worth it. Heroes are supposed to win, right? Then why did it end up like this? Suddenly in that hot darkness, a twitch. The outward press of the asshole on her tongue. She's ashamed to know what this means. She jerks backward to escape what she knew was coming. To get her mouth and nose as far away from this specific place as humanly possible. But the collar only tightens. -------------------------------- Violence has never been Amber's style. Despite wearing her bully moniker with a sense of perverted pride, inflicting physical damage has never been a thing she strives for. Violence is ugly, Amber doesn't do ugly. Blackmail, bribery, extortion, ways of destroying someone without chipping a nail. This is Amber's domain. Sometimes all it takes is a commanding tone from a pretty girl, other times it takes the collar cinching around your neck. That realization that you just lost a fight that you didn't even know you were having and now you're face to face with your bitchy new warden. Well, face to something, anyway. Amber does have her preferred methods of breaking people after all. She's been asked the same questions over and over. Why is it always the butt? Why does nearly every one of her ideas of a bad time involve leveraging her ass as a tool of domination? She always tells them the same thing. (Usually before using it on them.) "It's the most humiliating thing I could think of." A simple answer, but nonetheless true for the girl. You could report her to the principal and get her suspended, you could fight back and leave her with a nasty scrape or two, you could spread any cruel rumor you want about her. You can't change the fact she made you lick her ass. People will talk about you, and when people talk about you, rumors are bound to start cropping up. Is she a lesbian? I bet she secretly enjoyed it. I know if I were in that situation, I'd never let that happen to me. Before you know it, your horny male classmates are asking what her ass tasted like. Asking you to describe it in detail so they can better imagine it. And God help you if pictures got out. This is Amber's game. And Haley just lost. -------------------------- All characters belong to me. Always welcome engagement, fanart, and fanfic!