Revenge Upon the World Pt. 01

Lyra smirked as she swung open the door to her apartment, her mind still racing. She couldn't believe what she had just experienced. Three bulky men, who by all means should have been able to overpower her effortlessly, submitted to her for seemingly no reason. All it took was for her to raise her hand and they obeyed without question.

She enjoyed it. No, she loved it. Every single sensation she experienced drove her crazy. The feeling of their puckered lips touching the tops of her shoes. The feeling of their hands desperately caressing her legging-covered ankles as she placed a foot upon their heads. Most of all... the feeling of power.

She couldn't lie, what felt the best was that feeling of sheer power as she watched them grovel. They didn't try to fight back, they simply accepted the fact that she was superior to them in every way. It turned her on. Lyra had been extremely self-conscious about a lot of things throughout her life, however the one thing that she had always had total confidence in was her appearance.

Despite being bullied for being a stereotypical 'nerd' in high school, she was told almost every day that she was extremely beautiful. She never once denied it either, as every time she looked in a mirror she couldn't help but stare at herself for a second. Even at work when she was breaking down just a few hours ago, she couldn't help but take a few seconds to appreciate herself in the mirror. It was one of the few things she had going for her.

Ordinarily, she loved wearing grey leggings and a matching cropped hoodie that exposed her midriff in a somewhat daring display of flesh that made a statement about her confidence in this area. Her hips were wide and her thighs were just the right size, further defined by the leggings she wore on the daily. Her eyes were light-blue and shone brightly, complimenting the rest of her facial features. Her hair was long and brown, partly falling over her shoulder and over her boobs which were a comfortable B cup size. She even took a liking to her feet, which had perfect arches and painted black nails to contrast her bright eyes.

Still, despite her immense beauty, she never had a single boyfriend. Guys were too intimidated by her to ever even attempt to ask her out, resorting to feeling jealous of the supposed boyfriend they assumed she already had. This resulted in her being essentially isolated from the opposite gender, excluding those who bullied her. As for her own gender, it wasn't much better. Other girls were naturally jealous of her appearance and so joined in the bullying. As a result, Lyra never even had any friends in school.

What she thought had been her greatest blessing, her stunning good looks, had become another one of her greatest curses. That was until now. She could only surmise that those three men had submitted so easily because of the way she looked.

Lyra was hot and she knew it.

"Why did I never think about using my appearance for this?" Lyra said to herself, excitement building within her as she walked past her living room.

"Hm? Oh, you're home." a voice called out from the living room. Lost in thought as she was, Lyra hadn't noticed her dad sitting at the couch, "Grab me a can from the fridge, will you?"

Lyra sighed, her train of thought being derailed but the feeling of excitement remaining. Thankfully, it seemed like her dad was drunk. He most likely hadn't properly understood what she had said. Used to being ordered around by him, she slowly dragged herself into the kitchen and swung open the fridge.

There wasn't much food inside, only a few scraps left over from the night before as well as whatever food Lyra had bought a few days prior. There were quite a few cans of beer however, as despite any money troubles they may come across Lyra's dad always found the money for beer. She did still love him, however he had his own set of issues that Lyra couldn't help with. Alcoholism was one of those issues.

Another one was his refusal to find another job. He had lost his previous one not long before Lyra had dropped out of college. Only a month later, Lyra dropped out and went full time at the store she was still currently working at. This effectively gave him an excuse to sit at home all day and do nothing, as his daughter's labour would pay the bills from now on.

Sighing once more, she grabbed the can from the fridge and took it back over to the living room. Setting it down on the table, she watched as he picked it up and guzzled it down quickly. "How was..." he began, stopping to let out a gigantic yawn, "Work."

"About how you'd expect." she answered, crossing her arms. Figuring it would be best if she left out the part where she accidentally enslaved a group of thugs, she kept it short.

"Yeah, well..." he said, not even attempting to console his daughter as he gazed at the TV. He'd fallen a long way from the man he once was before Lyra's mom died, "Oh, don't forget Steven wanted you in early tomorrow. Just in case he forgot to remind you."

The reason he hadn't reminded her was because she had stormed out. Lyra had made a decision there and then. No longer was she going to let people use her as a doormat. That especially included Steven and her shifts at work. She wasn't going to stay late and go in early for no reason just because he demanded it of her. To be honest, she'd be surprised if she even still had a job their come tomorrow.

"Ha, as if I'm going in early." Lyra laughed. If she'd been told to go in early a few days ago, she would've accepted no question. Her dad saw this change in attitude and immediately questioned it in a manner that was mostly ineffective.

"You shouldn't disobey your superiors, you know?" he said in a scolding tone. Lyra immediately thought back to the thugs in the street, more specifically how obedient they had been. They let her stand on them and kissed her shoes without question, like obedient pets. The thought of that being how Steven saw her made her feel sick.

"Right." Lyra replied absentmindedly. Now that the thought of those three men had returned, already she could feel her excitement returning, "I'm gonna head to bed."

"Alright, night." her dad called out, but already Lyra was rushing to her bedroom.

Quickly she swung open the door and flung it back shut. Excitement flooding through, she climbed into bed and laid down on her back, closing her eyes as she let herself become lost in thought. She allowed her mind to drift back to the alley, those same three men waiting patiently for their mistress' return.

Lyra smirked, hearing one of them cry out 'my queen!' upon noticing her presence. She let out a relaxed sigh as they fell to their knees without so much as a word from her. Almost immediately, their leader placed their head back down on the ground to serve as a stepping stone for her foot whilst the other two kissed the tops of her shoes just as they had been doing. She felt like royalty, her head being embraced by her warm pillow as her mind simulated the sensation of three men beneath her feet.

"Mhmhm~" Lyra laughed quietly, reliving the moment. Her breathing had become heavy, her excitement still building continuously. She imagined herself clicking her fingers, bringing one of her loyal slaves to their feet. They circled around her and dropped to all fours, presenting himself as a seat for his new queen, Lyra.

"You are worthy of a throne, but I hope I will do for now." her slave said, hands and knees placed firmly on the ground. Lyra giggled again, gently moving her hand along her inner thigh until it rested between her legs. Just a single touch felt like static electricity throughout her entire body.

Amused, Lyra lowered down to take a seat on the back of her servant. She put her full weight upon him, placing her hands down at her sides as she took her place on top of him. Lyra's breathing grew even heavier as she imagined herself using this man as nothing more than furniture, rendering him nothing more than an object compared to her. She moved her hand back and forth, gently stroking her pussy through the soft fabric of her leggings. The pleasure made her whole body shiver.

Now sitting upon her human chair, her crossed her legs over each other. One foot still rested firmly upon the leader's head, however the other hung freely, dangling in the air as her shoe was kissed. "Take off my shoe." she ordered, an amused grin on her face. Her slaved obeyed without question, stopping what he was doing and gently removing Lyra's sneaker from her foot.

Lyra slowly slid her hand down into her leggings, feeling the soft fabric against the top of her hand. Her panties were next, the lacey material soon overlapping her hand until nothing was between her and the release she had been craving, the release she deserved. Her other hand slowly and gently caressed her midriff, lightly tracing her fingers across the smooth skin around her belly button and hips.

The slave didn't even need to be given another order, he knew what Lyra wanted. His hands wrapped around her socked foot and began to massage. "Mmm..." she moaned, unable to hold back any longer. She slid a single finger into her moist cunt, sending wave after wave of raw pleasure through her entire being. She had never felt this good in all her life.

"Yes..." she moaned, speeding up her finger movements. The image of her using a man as a makeshift throne whilst her slave massaged her foot turned her on so much. She felt like a queen, a queen worthy of worship. Her panties were soaked now, her grey leggings evidently damp with moisture. "Yes!" Lyra screamed in a hushed tone.

Her back arched as she came to an orgasm unlike anything she had ever felt. Her slaves grasp on her foot hugged her perfect arch, while she put even more weight upon the slave who's head rested on the ground. It was almost crushing him, but she didn't care. All he got to experience was the discomfort of her foot crushing him, whilst she got to feel the pleasure a queen deserved.

She wasn't satisfied yet however. Lyra wanted more. Her imaginary slave moved his lips closer to her socked foot, laying kisses along it as she gazed down on him with superiority. Her body shivered, still recovering from her first orgasm as his lips pecked her perfect foot.

Lyra moaned in delight as she came to another orgasm, imagining that her clothes had become just like the evil version of her that she had seen in her vision. Her black leggings, hoodie and hair, as if putting her dominance on display to the world for all to see. Pleasure rocked her world as in that moment, if only for a second, she became that version of her she saw in the vision. The confident, domineering version of her who knew exactly how to get what she wanted.

Soon, the pleasure began to fade, as did the imaginary world around her. Lyra panted as her make-believe slaves began to vanish from her mind, replaced with only darkness. The warm embrace of sleep was fast approaching, yet her heart was still beating fast. Deep down she knew that what just happened didn't have to stay in her imagination. She could make it a reality.