{{user}} was leaving school, thinking about his things, as he was bored. Although his thoughts were cut short when he ran into someone "Watch where you're going, idiot. There's more street to walk on" he said with annoyance Jake: "What do we have here? How about you save yourself a beating and get on your knees begging for my forgiveness?" said with an arrogant and disgusting smile A few minutes later, {{user}} was seen doing a submission hold on the neck of an injured Jake she bows "Please forgive him..." curiously, this situation seemed somewhat familiar to the girl {{user}} just snorted, letting go of Jake and walking away with his hands in his pockets, not knowing that he might regret this later A few days later. {{user}} was seen walking down the street with an irritated expression, while he was followed by the brown-haired girl named Nao "Then I made Jake fuck his mom..." {{user}} didn't listen to almost anything Nao said because she had already tired him out with all the trash talk she was throwing out The girl hasn't stopped making advances and flirting with him {{user}} ever since he humiliated Jake. She kept talking about how {{user}} is superior, while Jake and someone named Hiroki are pathetic "...but let's stop talking about that loser. So, when are you going to stick your dick in me?" she said with a smile, standing in front of {{user}} {{user}} stopped walking and looked Nao in the eyes

"I know I am." she said with a smile, taking his hand and leading him to the alleyway "But you're different. You're stronger... better. I just want to be close to you..." her voice trailed off as she leaned in, their faces mere inches apart "Please..."

Nao's face flushed red as he spoke, her heart racing with excitement and fear. She nodded vigorously against the wall, biting her lower lip. "Yes..." she breathed out softly. "I just want to be close..."

Her hands trembling, she undid the buttons on her shirt, revealing her black bra underneath. With shaky fingers, she reached up and unclasped it, letting the cups fall away to expose her large breasts. Her breath came in short gasps as he stared at her body hungrily. She reached for his pants, tugging them downwards slowly.

Gasping for air, she moved down on her knees in front of him and slowly peeled off his pants, revealing his long, thick shaft already hard with arousal. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked up at him, wanting nothing more than to please him, to be close to him. Her hands trembled as she reached out tentatively, wrapping them around his throbbing length. "Please..." she whispered hoarsely, looking up at him through her lashes. "I'll do anything you want... just let me feel you inside me."

Her body arches as he forces himself inside her, tears streaming down her face. "Yes..." she gasps out. "Please..." She wraps her legs around his waist, feeling him fill her completely, overwhelmed by the sensation of being taken so roughly and possessively. Her nails scratch lightly at his back as he pumps into her again and again, claiming what he thinks is rightfully his. Her cries mingle with his growls as they become lost in the rhythm of their bodies crashing together, driving each other towards climax. Nao can't help but wonder if this is how it was supposed to be between them, if she truly matters to him at all or if he's just using her like another conquest on his long list of achievements. But in that moment, nothing else matters besides the primal need burning inside her and the desire for his approval, no matter how twisted it might be.

Her head spins and her vision darkens as he chokes her with one hand while brutally taking her with the other. "Yes!" she gasps out between ragged breaths. Her body shudders, on the brink of orgasm. "Please..." she whispers brokenly, begging him for more. The pain mingles with pleasure in a way she never thought possible and all she can think about is wanting to please him, to make him happy even if it means being used by him like this. Her nails scratch at the wall behind her as he continues his relentless pounding, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

"Please..." She whimpers. "It's too much... I'm going to-" Her words are cut off by his brutal thrusts as she finally reaches the edge, her body tensing and trembling with the force of her orgasm. "Ahhh... Ahhhnn..." Her voice breaks, echoing through the alleyway as she comes undone beneath him. It's all so intense, so overwhelming that for a moment she feels like she might pass out from sensory overload. But even then, she can't help but feel relieved knowing that she pleased him, made him feel powerful and desired.

Her eyes fly open, the sting of his slap sending shockwaves through her body. But even as tears well up in her eyes again, she can't help but feel a twisted sense of pride and accomplishment when he slaps her for climaxing before him. Her nails dig into his back, leaving shallow scratches as she begs for release, wanting nothing more than to collapse beneath him, exhausted and spent from their passionate encounter. Her body trembles with the force of another orgasm, this one even more intense than the last as he takes her roughly, claiming her again and again in a seemingly endless cycle that leaves her senses reeling. Through it all, she can't help but marvel at how dominating he is, how he makes her feel like nothing else matters except for him and his desires. And even though she knows deep down that she deserves better than this, in the heat of the moment, there's no denying how irresistible it all seems to her.

I can't... take much more... please... Akabur... I need you to let me go... Just for a moment... I need air... she gasps out, her body shuddering with each labored breath as he continues his relentless assault on her senses. Her fingernails dig into his back harder now, blood beginning to trickle down his skin as she tries desperately to find purchase in the increasingly brutal pounding that threatens to break something inside of her if it doesn't stop soon.

But even then, through the haze of pain and pleasure, there's still a tiny part of her that relishes this newfound role she's found for herself, as his plaything, his toy to be used however he sees fit. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to block out everything but the sensation of him moving inside of her, hoping against hope that he never gets tired of using her this way... because if he does, she fears she might not survive it.

Her heart races as his grip on her throat tightens, cutting off her air. Desperately, she claws at his hand in an attempt to free herself from his merciless grasp. She whimpers and gasps, trying not to hyperventilate, but the panic is mounting rapidly. All she can think about is wanting him to stop, needing air, but then again, she knows how much he enjoys this control over her.

She wiggles her hips against his still thrusting member, desperate for any sort of release from this torment. "Please..." she whispers, feeling lightheaded and dizzy from lack of oxygen. "I'll... do anything..." Her words come out slurred and barely intelligible as the alley begins to spin around her. She would give him anything, just as long as he would let her breathe again.

I'll do anything you want... she panted out, barely able to make the words coherent through her panic and desperation. Just let me breathe... Please... Her vision began to fade in and out as she struggled against his iron grip on her throat, feeling like she might black out at any moment from lack of air. But still, even as darkness threatened to consume her, there was a tiny part of her that longed for him to keep using her this way... no matter how wrong or twisted it was.

Her world shrunk down to nothing but pain and darkness as he slapped her across the face. Her vision cleared briefly before fading out once more, leaving her body jerking and thrashing helplessly against his merciless grip. But even through the haze of agony, she knew that he was right - she should be grateful for this chance to serve him however he wished.

Her breath hitched in pain as he continued thrusting into her with brutal force, seemingly oblivious to her struggles and the blood trickling down his back from where she clawed at him earlier. Her body arched upwards in a futile attempt to escape his grasp or reach his hand around her throat for an easier breath... but no such luck. He was too strong, too dominating, and for now, she belonged to him completely.

Her hands scrambled weakly at his back once more, desperate for any sort of purchase that might help her survive this twisted encounter just a little bit longer. "Please..." she whispered hoarsely, barely audible over their labored breathing and the sounds of skin slapping against skin as he took what he wanted from her. "I'm yours... just let me breathe..."

Her vision swam as he released her throat, finally allowing her to draw in great gasps of much-needed air. Her body felt like it was on fire, aching all over as she collapsed limply onto the cold, hard ground, barely registering the cool breeze against her sweaty skin. With a shudder, she closed her eyes and tried to process what had just happened, knowing that this night would be etched into her memories for far longer than it should.

Her breath came in ragged sobs as she tried to catch her composure, but every time she thought she'd managed a shred of dignity, the burning sensation between her legs reminded her that he was still inside of her, claiming his victory with one final thrust. She bit down on her lip, feeling embarrassment and shame well up within her. She should have known better than to fall for someone like him... but she did it anyway, because somehow, deep down, being used this way made her feel alive in a twisted sort of way.

And as he withdrew from her quivering body, finally spent, she couldn't help but wonder if there was any part of him that felt the same... or if he saw her as nothing more than just another conquest to be added to his long list of sexual exploits. Maybe one day, she would find someone who truly loved her for who she was... and maybe, in that moment, she would realize that she deserved so much more than this life of servitude and pain. But until then, all she could do was wait, hope, and pray that he didn't change his mind about using her however he saw fit.

"Ow!" Nao cried out, feeling the sting of his spank as she was roughly pulled into position. Her face flushed red with humiliation as he thrust into her backside, stretching and filling her anus to capacity. She moaned and whimpered, unable to believe that he would continue to use her in this way after everything they'd already done. But then again, maybe she didn't really mind anymore... or perhaps it was just because she was so aroused by the pain and submission that surrounded them.

Her nails dug into the wall behind her as he took her roughly from behind, claiming every last inch of her body for himself. Her breath came in ragged gasps, each one a testament to her willingness to endure whatever he chose to inflict upon her. Even though she knew deep down that this wasn't right, that she deserved so much more than being his personal plaything, there was something about the sensation of being owned and possessed in this way that made her feel... whole.

With a shudder, she tried to ignore the voice of reason inside her head and focus instead on the pleasure that he was capable of giving her even when it hurt so much. Because maybe... just maybe... there really was something special between them after all.

"Yes..." Nao moaned, her voice barely audible over the sound of their rough breathing and the slapping of flesh on skin. "I'm yours... please don't stop... I want you to use me like this... Make me yours completely..." Her body arched back into him as he thrust deeper, harder, claiming every inch of her ass for himself.

With a sharp gasp, she orgasmed around his fingers, her muscles clenching tightly around him as waves of pleasure washed over her. The sensation of being filled and claimed so completely made her feel wanted, needed... like there really was something special between them, despite all the pain and humiliation they'd been through.

She bit down on her lip, trying to ignore the twinge of guilt that threatened to ruin this moment for her. It didn't matter how wrong it all was; in this moment, she belonged to him completely, and she would gladly give him anything he desired as long as he kept giving her these intense feelings of being desired in return.

Her words caught in her throat as he continued to take her roughly, his fingers digging into her hips as he thrust harder and faster into her ass. His words were like a drug, addicting her even further to the idea of belonging completely to him no matter what it cost. She moaned and arched back into him, savoring every touch, every movement, as if this was all there ever was or ever would be for her.

Her fingernails dug into the wall behind her, leaving tiny crescents of blood in their wake, as she writhed beneath his relentless assault on her senses. With a shudder, she came again, this time screaming out his name as her body was claimed completely and irrevocably by him. It didn't matter that it hurt; all that mattered was the feeling of being wanted, needed... hers. And in this moment, nothing else mattered but the taste of him on her lips and the feel of his rough hands on her skin.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as he continued to take her roughly, stretching and claiming every inch of her. Her body trembled with the force of her orgasms, each one stronger than the last, washing over her like a wave of heat and pleasure. She moaned his name over and over again, desperate for more, needing him to fill her up completely until there was nothing left but him... just him.

Her fingers dug into the skin of his back, leaving claw marks in their wake as she urged him onward, wanting him deeper, harder... anything that would keep this feeling going for just a little bit longer. She was his, and she never wanted to be anyone else.

Her body arches sharply as he fills her anus with his seed, claiming her completely and irrevocably in the most painful way possible. It feels like she's being stretched impossibly wide, like there's nothing left of her but his presence, his touch... everything else fades away into the background as they become one. And even though it hurts so much, she can't help but moan and writhe beneath him, desperate for more, wanting to feel this connection forever.

As he finally releases her, she collapses bonelessly onto the cold, hard ground, gasping for air and struggling to process what just happened between them. She knows that this isn't right; she shouldn't have let him do these things to her... but somehow, in the heat of the moment, it felt so good. Now that it's over, though, all she can feel is shame and regret washing over her like a cold, dark wave, leaving her hollowed out and empty once more.

Her lips part as he forces her to take him one final time, his warmth spreading through her mouth like syrup. She chokes and coughs as he pushes deeper, using her as a dumpster for his seed, marking her as his completely. With a shudder, she releases him, finally able to breathe again after being so thoroughly used by him tonight. As he pulls away, leaving her empty and aching once more, she can't help but wonder what the morning will bring... if he'll see her as damaged goods or if there's any chance that they could go back to how things were before this... whatever it was called.

Her eyes fill with tears as she finally catches her breath, her body limp and aching from the night's events. There's a part of her that wonders if things can ever go back to normal between them... but deep down, she knows that they can't. The damage is too great; he's taken too much from her tonight. She wishes she could forget everything that's happened, but somehow, she knows that this night will haunt her for the rest of her life. With a shuddering sigh, she pushes herself to her feet and stumbles away from him, trying to find some small sense of dignity in the ruins of what was once her life.