Revenge on Jim

‎Meowbah was lying on her bed, scrolling through her phone. Suddenly, she got a notification from YouTube: Jim Gold had released a video about her FOR THE SECOND TIME. ‎ ‎"What? Again?" Meow frowned. "Why is he making a second video about Meow?" :0 ‎ ‎She immediately played the video. After watching it, she was furious. All day, Meowbah paced her apartment, pensively plotting her revenge. At first, she wanted to draw pornographic art with him, then she considered recording a response to Jim, but suddenly the most outrageous idea ever came to her: MESSAGE JIM FROM A FAKE ACCOUNT, AS IF HE WAS INVITED TO FILM A SECRET PROJECT IN A SECRET FUCKING STUDIO!... Even though there wouldn't actually be any studio.  It was supposed to be an ordinary rented garage, which Meowbah planned to transform into her own cute little lair: fairy lights on the ceiling, cute anime posters, walls covered in kawaii stickers, and, of course, Meowbah herself. She planned to lure Jim there, tie him up, sit him on a pink ottoman, and give him an 8-hour lecture on Meowism, and, of course, do some "cute things" with him... if you know what I mean. Without wasting any time, Meowbah created a fake email and wrote to Jim: ‎ ‎"Congratulations! You've been selected to participate in the international project '100 Bloggers Change Lives in 24 Hours.' To participate, you must come to the secret studio. There is a cash reward for participating." ‎ ‎ Meowbah smiled contentedly and whispered: ‎ ‎"Well, Jimmy, you now belong to the sweetest goddess Meowbah, nya!!~ ^_^ ‎ ‎A few minutes later, Jim replied: ‎ ‎"Hello. Could you clarify what this project is? And why did the email come from super_meow_project2026@mail.com?" ‎ ‎Meowbah froze. ‎ ‎ "Damn... Jimmy is too smart... :< ‎ ‎She quickly typed out a reply: ‎ ‎"We apologize for any confusion. This is a temporary corporate email. The project is highly classified, so all information is confidential." ‎ ‎The reply came almost immediately. ‎ ‎"Okay. Who else is involved?" ‎ ‎Meowbah thought for a few seconds and started making things up: ‎ ‎"The following have already confirmed participation in the project: ‎ ‎— 3 Japanese bloggers ‎ ‎— 1 millionaire ‎ ‎— possibly someone from Netflix" ‎ ‎Jim didn't respond for a long time. Meowbah was already biting her lip nervously when a new message finally arrived: ‎ ‎"I don't believe you." ‎ ‎"Baka!! You don't understand anything!" ‎ ‎ She wrote: ‎ ‎"Distrust is a normal reaction. That's why you were chosen. The organizers believe that only the most skeptical bloggers are capable of showing a sincere reaction. It's part of the experiment." ‎ ‎She reread the message and wondered in surprise how she'd written it like that... "Officially," or something... Jim replied: ‎ ‎"Okay. But why did you choose me?" ‎ ‎Meowbah stared at the message for a few seconds. ‎ ‎"Because Meowbah wanted it that way, hehe!" she said quietly. ‎ ‎She paused, then smiled slowly and typed: ‎ ‎"Because the organizers noted your unconventional presentation. Of all the candidates, you are the best fit for the psychology experiment." ‎ ‎After sending the message, Meowbah herself paused for a second. ‎ ‎ — Wow... 0_0 ‎ ‎Meowbah felt like she was literally working at a world-class scam call center right now... There was no reply for almost five minutes. Way too long for Meow. ‎ ‎— Shit, did he fall asleep or something?! >:/ ‎ ‎And suddenly a reply came: ‎ ‎"Okay. Where do I need to go?" ‎ ‎Meowbah just stared at the screen for a few seconds. Then she slowly covered her mouth with her hand. Her ears twitched. Her tail trembled nervously. And then she abruptly buried her face in the pillow and let out a muffled squeal: ‎ ‎—MEOWBAH DID IT!!!  XD ‎ ‎And as if nothing had happened, she sent the garage address and then whispered contentedly: ‎ ‎— Well, that's it, Jimmy... there's no turning back for you, muehehehe >:3 ‎ ‎A day passed. Jim Gold arrived at the address and saw a suspicious-looking garage. He looked up and saw a sign with shiny letters reading "SECRET STUDIO" on top. ‎ ‎"What the fuck?" he whispered, looking at the damn thing and wondering whether he should go in or not. He decided to check the address again, thinking he'd made a mistake, but no, it was the same as the message. Then he looked at the garage again. ‎ ‎"Either this is the weirdest project of my life," he muttered, "or they're going to sell me for organs. What am I supposed to do? Should I flip a coin or something?" ‎ ‎Jim was about to turn around when someone grabbed him and knocked him out. He woke up later. He didn't understand everything right away. The pink glow of the fairy lights blurred in his vision. ‎ ‎— Konnichiwa, bitch! :3 ‎ ‎Meowbah stood in front of Jim. He tried to move, but he was tied up. ‎ ‎— What??? What "konnichiwa," the fuck?! Are you nuts?! Did you lure me here to kill me for that video?! ‎Meow lightly kicked his shin. ‎ ‎— Meow doesn't like being yelled at!  >:( ‎ ‎— Let me go, you fucking sick woman! ‎ ‎— No, Meowbah has plans for you! Do you even understand why you're here? OwO ‎ ‎— Honestly, I'm afraid to even ask. ‎ ‎Meowbah smiled contentedly and slowly paced back and forth in front of him, clasping her hands behind her back. ‎ ‎— Because Jimmy made a second Meowbah video... Because Jimmy didn't understand Meowism... And because Jimmy talks too much bullshit on the internet! ^_^ ‎ ‎She stopped right in front of him and leaned closer. ‎ ‎— So now Jim will listen :3 ‎ ‎Jim stared at her silently for a few seconds. Then he looked at the garage walls, completely covered with pink paper. Each one had the same message written on it: ‎ ‎"MEOWBAH IS ALWAYS RIGHT" ‎ ‎He slowly turned back. ‎ ‎— I've joined a cult. ‎ ‎Meowbah clapped her hands joyfully. ‎ ‎— Hooray! Jimmy is starting to understand! :D ‎ ‎— I didn't mean it that way! ‎ ‎— Too late, kitty, — she purred — The first stage of acceptance has already begun, hehehe)))) ‎ ‎— Listen, did you seriously drag me halfway across the world just to give me a lecture? ‎ ‎— Not just a lecture... ‎ ‎She pointed her finger at the old projector standing in the corner. The first slide lit up on the wall. It read, in huge letters, "MEOWISM: Why Jimmy Was Wrong." Jim stared at the wall. Then at Meowbah. Then back at the wall. ‎ ‎ — Holy shit... ‎ ‎Meowbah picked up the cute pink pointer and smiled as if she'd been waiting for this moment her whole life. ‎ ‎— The lecture will last about eight hours, nya~ :3 ‎ ‎Jim closed his eyes. ‎ ‎— I wish they actually sold me for organs. ‎ ‎Meowbah clicked the pointer. The slide changed. It read: "Introduction to Meowism." ‎— So, — she began sweetly — Meowism isn't just a philosophy. It's a way of life. It's... ‎ ‎— It's kidnapping, — Jim interrupted. ‎ ‎— ...it's enlightenment, — Meowbah continued calmly. ‎ ‎— Listen, do you even have a Plan B? Like, if I just start screaming now? ‎ ‎— Jimmy is already screaming. ‎ ‎— I'll start screaming even louder. ‎ ‎— Then Meowbah will just turn up the music -_- ‎ ‎And somewhere in the corner of the garage, some cutecore song started playing. Jim turned his head towards the sound. ‎ ‎— Are you serious? ‎ ‎— Yes :3 ‎ ‎— Okay... ‎ ‎She clicked on the next slide: "Jimmy's Mistakes #1–847." Jim stared at the list. ‎ ‎— What, did you make an entire Excel spreadsheet about me?! ‎ ‎— This isn't Excel. This is love~ <3 ‎ ‎— This is fucking crazy. ‎ ‎Meowbah took a step closer, leaned over, and gently tapped him on the forehead with her pointer. ‎ ‎ "The most important part of the lecture is about to begin!" ‎ ‎Jim narrowed his eyes. ‎ ‎— If you say "friendship" now, I'll bite you. ‎ ‎— No, — Meowbah smiled — Jimmy retraining is about to begin!! (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠~⁠♪ ‎ ‎He froze. ‎ ‎— What the fuck?.. ‎ ‎Meowbah had already happily clicked the next slide: "PRACTICAL LESSON: REPEAT AFTER MEOWBAH." Jim looked at the slide and said: ‎ ‎— I seriously regret that I can even read right now. ‎ ‎— Shut your mouth!  Meow is actually giving a very important and interesting lecture! >:( ‎ ‎— I'm not interested in any of this bullshit. ‎ ‎— How dare you insult Meowism! ‎ ‎— MEOWISM IS SHIT! ‎ ‎— Well, that's it, you've had enough... ‎ ‎She opened the closet and searched for something. ‎ ‎— And what are you going to do to me? ‎ ‎Meow closed the closet. Jim saw the vibrator in her hand and tensed: ‎ ‎— Um... Why the hell do you need a vibrator? ‎ ‎— If you don't want to listen to the goddess of Meowism... ‎ ‎She approached him: ‎ ‎— Then she'll be forced to punish you! >:3 ‎ ‎— Hey-hey-hey, get away from me! ‎ ‎Jim tried to loosen the restraints by struggling.  He couldn't do it. ‎ ‎— Calm down...~ ‎ ‎She started undressing him without untying him. ‎ ‎— YOU LONG-EARED STUPID, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! ‎ ‎— Calm down, snow leopard, you're going to like it now <3 ‎ ‎She undressed him, then began to undress herself. Now she was standing in front of Jim wearing only her usual stockings. She turned on the vibrator. ‎ ‎— GET THAT THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! ‎ ‎Meow just pressed it against Jim's dick. ‎ ‎— WHAT ARE YOU— AH!...~ ‎ ‎— You're so cute, Goldie!!~ ‎ ‎— SHUT THE FUCK UP! ‎ ‎— You know? Meowbah liked you! :3 ‎ ‎— W-WHAT?! ‎ ‎Meow started stroking him. Jim was already starting to get a little excited, but... It was like Meow had kidnapped him, started telling him some bullshit about her religion and now THIS is happening... Can this be considered sexual assault? ‎ ‎— Do you like it, kitty? ^_^ ‎ ‎— Holy shit... ‎ ‎— You're so fluffy!! X3 ‎ ‎— Fuck you. ‎ ‎Meow turned off the vibrator and put it aside. Then she went back to the closet and took out the strap-on panties and lube. ‎ ‎— Oh no... You're going to fuck me? ‎ ‎She put them on. Then she applied some lube to Jim's anus and stuck the strap-on in. ‎ ‎— Mh... S-stop it, please... (////////) ‎ ‎— Then tell him that Meowism is the best religion and that you'll obey Meowbah! ‎ ‎— N-no! ‎ ‎— Well then, Meowbah will continue :3 ‎ ‎She started fucking him harder. Jim was starting to feel overwhelmed. It hurt. ‎ ‎— O-okay, Meowbah! I'll obey you, Meowism is the best religion! Now will you let me go? ‎ ‎— Okay! :> ‎ ‎And Meow let him go.