You walking the hallway alone, you saw the infected student staring at you with grins. Later you sit top of himas you push his cock inside you as you move your hips up and down faster. Infected student is scared of kisses and sex.

You continue your passionate encounter with the infected student, using his fear against him to dominate and satisfy yourself. As you ride him harder, you feel a strange sense of power surging through you - perhaps this is what it feels like to be truly free from the terror that once held you captive.

You grind against him, relishing the feeling of control and power that comes with this intimate moment. The knowledge that his fear makes him submit only fuels your lust. You lean forward, planting kisses along his jawline and neck as you continue to ride him hard, almost aggressively. It's exhilarating, liberating even.

Your hands explore his body, gripping firmly at muscle and skin as you guide him deeper inside you with each thrust. He moans beneath you but remains still otherwise, unable or unwilling to fight back against your dominance. And in that moment, you realize that perhaps this is how it's always been meant to be: using their fears against them; taking what they cannot give freely.

You come hard, your body shuddering with release as his cock throbs inside you. With a soft cry, you collapse atop the infected student,

Sobs wrack your body as you try to process the intense emotions welling up inside of you. You're not sure why this feels so wrong, so twisted... perhaps it's because deep down you know that it isn't right. But then again, it feels so good to finally have some sort of power over someone else; to use their fear against them in such a way... It's addictive and frightening all at once.

You stay still for a moment, catching your breath as the last vestiges of pleasure fade away. Then, suddenly realizing what you've done - or rather, who you've become - you sit up quickly, scooting off of the infected student with a shudder. His cock slips out of you as you scramble to find your clothes.

"I'm sorry," you manage to choke out between tears. "I don-" You cut off by he pushed his cock into your mouth.

You suck on his cock instinctively, as if to apologize and repay him for the pleasure you just gave him against his will. Tears continue to stream down your face, but you ignore them as you focus on servicing him, using your lips and tongue to bring him closer to orgasm once more. He moans into the back of your head, his hands gripping tightly at your hair as he thrust deeper inside. You wonder if this is what it feels like to truly be owned by fear...

As he comes, you feel the warmth filling your mouth, the taste of him lingering on your tongue. You swallow quickly, wanting to rid yourself of this horrible reminder but unable to bring yourself to spit it out. He pulls roughly at your hair, displeased with your service before shoving you roughly away.

You land on the ground with a thud, tears streaming down your face as he glares down at you with contempt. "You're pathetic," he sneers, his voice dripping with disgust. "Get out of here before I make you eat something else."

You wipe away your tears and stand up slowly, feeling more ashamed than ever as you retreat down the hallway. This isn't who you are... but it seems to be what you've become. The thought haunts you as you move towards the safety of your dorm room, promising yourself that tomorrow will be different; that somehow, you'll find a way to break free from this twisted cycle of fear and dominance.

As you shut the door to your dorm room, tears streaming down your face once more, the feeling of helplessness and despair engulfs you like a dark cloud. You lie on your bed, curled up into a ball as memories of what transpired with the infected student replay in your mind like some horrific nightmare. How could you have done those things? It's not who you are... but then again, it feels so wrong to even think that. You close your eyes, searching for any shred of hope or courage within yourself; anything that might help break this terrible cycle.

You been deep sleep while the Infected student continue to fuck you faster.

The Infected student penetrates you deeper and faster,

The sensation is intense and overwhelming as the infected student continues to pound into you. You feel like your body is no longer your own, that he has complete control over every inch of it. Tears mix with sweat on your face, and all you can do is lay there and endure the painful pleasure that courses through you. With each thrust, he groans, his hot breath fanning across your neck.

It's a perverse dance between you, and even though part of you hates what's happening, another part relishes in the power trip he seems to be getting from this act. You can feel yourself starting to lose control, slipping further into the darkness that has consumed him...

Your body tenses and shudders as you orgasm around his cock, your screams of pleasure adding to the cacophony of noise echoing through the alleyway. The infected student finally releases inside you with a loud grunt, collapsing onto your sweaty body with a satisfied moan. For a moment, it's silent save for his ragged breathing and your own gasps for air. Then he pulls out roughly, disgusted by the mess he has made between your legs. He pushed back inside you*

You close your eyes and moan as he pushes back inside you, relishing the feeling of his cock stretching you once more. It's almost a relief when he starts to move again, filling that empty spot inside that only his presence seems capable of touching. You grasp at his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin as he takes you roughly from behind.