A bitch’s fall episode A

Once upon a time, there was a woman called Megan. Was? Well she’s not so much a woman as a cock serving harlot now. and this story is about how man-kind made her realize her true calling.

This Megan, as she was called back then, had two special qualities. one was her comparatively good figure and a brain to match. now most men prefer a girl with a mix of brains and boobs, and for many, Megan was just that. A natural brunette, she was of medium build and had a “beautiful ” face. one that was equally fit for kissing and cumming. to this she added a nice rack and ass. And she was the class/batch/university topper, the favorite of the professors.

Problem was, she had another quality, one which made the church mothers happy and the local guys as pissed as can be. she was a prude, and paraded her views on feminity, morality and other stuff like a parade. She dressed like secretaries in 60s, refuesed to party or hang out at any of the ‘loose’ places, which for her included discos, bars and the like. And she made it a point to snub any male who dared to treat her as a girl and not a stuck up bitch.

This by itself would have been fine, each district having one such antiquated specimen of warped morality. but she behaved like the country’s moral standards rested on her shoulders. She had her Feminist Society ( bitch brigade to boys) that patrolled the college for kissing or any incorrect activity. she tried to block two boys from getting into honours society because they fucked their women before getting married! she failed though, and the guys made it a point to smooch whenever she was in the neighborhood. but her real fate lay in the future, in the hands of a geek called Steven.

She had first met Steven (or stewie to friends ) at a gathering of economists at the college auditorium. She became impressed by his presentation on GNP, and soon became friends. so steve became the first male to go to her house.

Sadly, Stewie had little experience with women, and megan even lesser with men. So our hero made the mistake of trying to get close with her parents in the vicinity. bitch protocol kicked in, and megan was soon giving him a lecture on proper behavior in front of her parents. Stewie cut a hasty retreat.

So Megan was surprised to learn a week later that stewie had invited her to a date, especially after she had made his visit a case study in the annual bitch brigade lectures. She figured he had learnt his lesson after all. Stewie indeed had learnt his lesson, one that megan sorely needed.

Megan decided to dress ultra conservative for the date, which would involve a drive and a dinner. She wore stockings for good measure, reminding stewie of his mother when he saw her. just as well, he thought. they drove to a secluded spot on the edge of town, where the road led to the hills and one got a good view of the town below. but megan was soon harangueing him on post modern feminism, so he decided to make his move.

quietly, he opened a bottle of whisky. megan stared at him, and told him she did not drink. he nevertheless poured out two measures, emptying half the bottle. he was soon taking sips, as she went on. Megan tried to ignore him as he drank.

But soon her inhibitions were slipping away. It was only stewie, she could handle any consequences. So she started sipping the bitter liquid. Stewie saw her drinking and smiled. it was now or never. taking her almost empty glass, he poured out another generous measure, adding a little white powder as she looked the other way.

Megan resumed her drinking, feeling proud and worried at having so much for the first time in her life. so when she started feeling drowsy, she blamed it on the alcohol.

Stewie watched as her speech got more and more incoherent. He intentionally poured his own half filled glass into hers with more powder thrown in. As she sipped the bitter intoxicant. he quietly slipped away .

When Megan finished her now incoherent sermon on women’s lib, she found her head spinning. she sat down on the car’s hood, realizing for the first time that stewie was gone. he had taken the car keys, meaning she was stuck till he returned. she lay down on the hood, her head lolling from side to side.

presently, she saw a figure emerge from the trees. it wasn’t stewie. in her normal state, she would have recognised mark, captain of the basketball team and a hulk to boot. he seemed to be coming straight at her. she tried to get up, only to fall off the hood. the hulk stopped in front of her, and she saw him smile.

part of her brain told her this wasn’t good, but her body refused to respond. she saw him reach out for her face, feeling her hair being pulled. she was raised by her mane to the hood. she now recognized him. but could only mumble.

she felt herself being spread out on the hood, her legs open and dangling from it, and her hands pinned by his to the sides. she made a desperate attempt to get up, but one hand went to her throat and pushed her down again.