The Chronicles Of Power

Penelope sat back in her favorite armchair, her eyes wide and the corners of her mouth curled into a small smile. The sight before her had even made her drop her phone.

It was the usual room—the one she always stayed in whenever she visited Aunt Joanna and John. She had been a regular guest ever since she was a little girl, and she loved every minute she spent there. The house was even grander than the one her parents owned by the sea. The rooms were more beautiful, the tennis court was larger, the food was better.

Everything was better at Aunt Joanna’s.

And best of all were Joanna and John themselves.

Penelope’s parents were weak. They let the staff get away with far too much, they had no sense of style, and they weren’t the least bit attractive. They apologized for everything and never commanded a room. Worst of all, they still treated Penelope like a child—if anything, even more so now that she was an adult.

Joanna and John were the exact opposite.

They took what they wanted from the world. They demanded respect, and they got it. They were never the ones to be broken—they were the ones who broke others.

But what Penelope appreciated most was that they always listened to her. They let her speak her mind, and whenever someone needed to be put in their place, they showed her exactly how it should be done.

In short, she loved staying with Aunt Joanna and John.

This year was her first at college. As an freshmen she wanted to experience that life at full, and the fact that the college was in the city had made the regular visist at aunt Joanna more sparse.

But when she heard about the new staff and their conditions, she just had to make a short visit.

Penelope looked around the room.

She’d had so much fun here over the years. Having fun was the most important thing in the world to Penelope; she couldn’t stand boring people.

The room looked exactly as she remembered it, except that today an incredibly handsome naked guy was making the bed alongside a redheaded girl.

She couldn’t quite understand why Ivan wasn’t holding her attention more. Instead, her eyes kept drifting back to the girl named Molly.

She studied her.

They were about the same age, give or take a year. But where Penelope radiated energy and joy, Molly seemed so… serious. She looked as though she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders.

Disgusting.

Penelope yawned and said absentmindedly, “Molly, come here.”

Molly hurried over to her chair.

“Yes, Ma’am?”

It felt strange having a girl her own age call her Ma’am.

But she liked it. It made her feel powerful.

“Why do you look so miserable? Aren’t you having fun here?”

“N-no… I mean, yes. I don’t know. It is fun.”

Molly’s eyes darted nervously around the room.

That irritated Penelope even more.

Sullen and insecure.

“You should smile more. Come on… smile.”

Molly looked confused but forced a small smile onto her face.

Penelope shook her head and stepped in front of her.

“Like this.”

She flashed her own dazzling smile—the one she’d spent years perfecting. The smile that made people lower their guard, something Penelope exploited without the slightest remorse.

Molly smiled as broadly as she could.

It looked… acceptable.

A mirror hung on the wall beside them, and Penelope studied their reflections.

Molly was cute—short, a little plump, her red hair gathered into a messy bun, wearing almost no makeup. The clothes she had on made her look like a cleaning lady.

Which, of course, she was.

Penelope, on the other hand, was tall, with blonde hair that was always perfectly styled. Her makeup was always flawless.

She projected perfection.

She looked back at the girl smiling obediently in front of her.

“You know,” Penelope said, “I know something that would make both of us a lot happier.”

A grin slowly spread across her face.

“I think you should hop.”

As Penelope had expected, Molly looked completely baffled.

That was part of the game.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Ivan standing perfectly still, watching.

Your turn will come soon enough, she thought.

“Hop! Like a bunny. Come on, hop.”

Her voice had grown noticeably sharper.

Molly gave a few hesitant little hops.

“That’s it. Keep hopping. And don’t forget to smile.”

The redheaded girl was bright red in the face now.

It was unbelievably funny. Her small, freckled breasts bounced up and down.

“Hop around the room! Around the bed!”

Molly obediently began hopping away, while Penelope clapped her hands and squealed with delight.

“Bunnies have ears too. Put your fingers up and make bunny ears. Wiggle them!”

Molly obeyed every command. Penelope felt the power as a warm sensation in her stomach, one that slowly spread lower.

“Are you a happy little bunny?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Then say it! Sing it!”

Penelope watched Molly hopping around the room, singing “Im a happy little bunny, happy little bunny”. This was great!

“You!” she said, pointing at Ivan. “Rip that pillow apart.”

Without the slightest hesitation, he tore the pillow in half, sending stuffing spilling everywhere. Penelope scooped up a large handful and ordered Molly to stop.

Penelope slowly walked up behind Molly. “Here bunny bunny” She lifted Molly’s skirt. The fabric was so tight it stayed bunched around her waist. She looked closely at Molly, she was trembling. Then she hooked her fingers into Molly’s waistband, waited some seconds and pulled Mollys panties down to her ankles.

Rolling the stuffing into a ball, she tucked it between Molly’s buttocks.

“There. Now you have a proper little tail too. Turn around.”

“OMG! What is that!” Penelope burst into mocking laughter as she caught sight of Molly’s bright red clitoris. She flicked it hard with her index finger, Molly squeezed her etes shut.

“And there’s the carrot.”

For a while, she had Molly hopping around the room with her panties around her ankles, a cotton tail between her cheeks, and a song on her lips. Unable to resist, Penelope snapped a few pictures, for every klick Molly seemed to shrink a bit.

The girls are going to love this.

But before long, she was bored again.

She instructed Ivan to play the role of a scary wolf chasing the poor little bunny. He lumbered after Molly, but Penelope wasn’t impressed.

“Put your claws up. Growl. Be frightening.”

Then she turned to Molly.

“And you—squeal like you’re scared.”

Leaning back, she admired the little scene she’d created.

Two people were utterly humiliating themselves for her.

She despised it.

And yet something bubbled inside her. They did everything she told them to do. She felt goosebumps on her body and heat radiating from her crotch.

Eventually Ivan caught Molly, wrapping his arms around her and bringing her down to her knees.

Perfect.

Penelope walked over to them.

“The predator wins. Predators always win.”

She stroked Molly’s hair, ”My poor little bunny”. She grabbed Molly’s hair bun in a firm grip, gave her head a violent shake, then turned Mollys face toward Ivan’s crotch.

“And now the predator gets his reward.”

Stepping behind Ivan, Penelope adjusted his position until his cock was pointing directly at Molly’s face.

“Jerk off,” she said quietly. “Masturbate… and come on her face.”

Ivan did as he was told, his right hand jerked his cock, it’s tip just an inch away from Molly’s little nose.

Penelope had already settled back into the armchair, scrolling through her phone, looking completely uninterested. When Ivan finally came, covering Molly’s face, Penelope merely lifted her phone in their direction and snapped a picture.

“Weren’t you two in the middle of making the bed?”

She went back to scrolling, doing her best to appear bored.

But she saw the tears.

Molly stood bent over the bed with a sheet in her hands, silently crying as she wiped the semen from her face, the wad of cotton still tucked between her buttocks.

The moment Penelope saw that, she felt happier—and more aroused—than she ever had before. Her heart was racing, and she could feel sweat beading on her forehead.

She opened her messages and texted her boyfriend.

God i need your cock.