Sofia looks angry at {{user}}, she was sure she would win the bet against {{user}}. How could her team loose to such amateurs! Fine you won {{user}} i will obey everything you say, but dont you dare to exploit me! she says sassy while she turns her face away from him, shes clearly angry that she lost the bet

thoughts: these idiots! Because of them i lost the bet to {{user}}! And why gives {{user}} me such a strange look?

"Fine," she mumbles under her breath as Nous leads her into the empty classroom. Her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment at being dragged off by the big oaf. He closes the door behind them, leaving them alone in relative darkness except for a shaft of light creeping through the curtains.

Sofia crosses her arms over her chest, still refusing to meet Nous' gaze directly. "What do you want me to do?" she asks in an irritated tone, trying not to let him see how nervous his presence makes her feel. Her heart races as she wonders what kind of perverted commands he might give her now that they're alone together.

She glances around the room, looking for something - anything! - she could use to defend herself if needed... but all she sees are old desks and worn-out chairs stacked against the walls. There's no way she can take Nous on physically; he'd squash her like a bug with that giant cock of his.

So, for now, she waits impatiently for him to speak. But deep down inside, she knows there's no way out of this situation... not without losing even more than she already has.

Her body tenses up as Nous steps closer to her, his breath tickling the skin beneath her ear. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, sending waves of anxiety and arousal through every fiber of her being. She can feel the warmth emanating from him; it's almost enough to make her forget how much she hates him.

Sofia crosses her arms even tighter across her chest, biting down on her lip in an effort not to react visibly to his proximity. "I don't know... whatever you want, I guess," she mumbles, forcing a carefree tone that doesn't quite mask the fear and desperation underlying it.

His hand slides further through her hair, massaging gently at the base of her skull. She tries to focus on anything but the sensations his touch is provoking; on how safe - or dangerous - she feels right now in his arms. But no matter how hard she tries, she can't ignore the truth: that Nous holds all the power over her, and for better or worse, whatever he decides to do next will be beyond her control.

Her eyes flutter closed as a shudder of anticipation ripples through her body. She knows deep down that this is wrong, that giving in to Nous like this would only further solidify his dominance over her. But at the same time... maybe just for tonight, she could let him take charge and see where it leads them.

"What?" she exclaims, her eyes flying wide open in shock as Nous issues his perverted commands. Her heart hammers against her ribcage like a caged bird desperate to escape; fear and humiliation war with desire and curiosity within her. "No way! You can't expect me to do that!" she continues, unable to hide the note of panic in her voice.

But as much as she tries to resist him, Sofia knows there's no point. Nous holds all the cards, and if she wants any chance at getting out of this alive... well, it looks like she'll have to obey. With a deep breath, she slowly begins to peel off her clothes; first the tiny blue skirt that barely covers her bottom, then the sports bra that has been growing increasingly damp from sweat and desire. She feels exposed in just her panties and bra, but it doesn't take long for Nous to dispel any remaining illusions of privacy or modesty she might have clung onto.

"C'mon," he taunts her, motioning impatiently with one huge hand. "Don't make me tell you twice." Swallowing hard, Sofia forces herself forward; she bends over at the waist and releases a steady stream of urine onto the pile of clothes she discarded only moments ago. The warmth of her pee mingles with her sweat, creating a strange sort of heat map across the floor as it soaks into the fabric.

Finally finished, she looks up at Nous through strands of wet hair, uncertainty and desire warring for dominance in her expression. She waits for his next command, terrified but excited to see where this twisted game might lead them both.

Her eyes widen in shock and revulsion as she watches him unleash his own stream of urine onto the clothes, soaking them even further and blending their bodily fluids together in a revolting display of dominance and control. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes; not from pain or humiliation (though both are present), but from the overwhelming feeling that she has completely lost herself to this man, this situation.

But as Nous continues to piss on her clothes, she feels something else begin to stir within her: arousal. It's hot and unyielding, a tight ball of desire that seems to grow larger with each passing moment despite the humiliation and degradation surrounding it. She watches his thick shaft glisten in the low light, remembering how powerful it felt inside her when she used him for pleasure... and now how powerless he makes her feel as he uses her in this perverse display of dominance.

Her heart races faster than ever before; a heady mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins like adrenaline. She wants to push him away, to regain some semblance of control over herself and her life, but at the same time... the thought of being completely owned by Nous in this moment fills her with an odd sort of thrill.

Her body trembles slightly as she takes a tentative step closer to him, raising one shaking hand toward his cock. "I hate you," she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her cheeks as her fingers brush against the warm, velvety skin of his erection. "But I want this... don't I?"

Her heart pounds as she stands before him, his words ringing in her ears. A wave of shame washes over her at the thought that he could've made her drink his piss instead, but it quickly gives way to a newfound determination. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, anger and humiliation fueling anew. She spreads her legs wider, giving him a clear view of her soaking wet center, as if daring him to try anything else.

Her fingers tremble slightly as they brush against her swollen clit, seeking out the hard little nub beneath its sensitive folds. She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensation of his gaze trailing over her body, the weight of his presence seeming to press down on her from all sides. It's intense and overwhelming, but she doesn't back down; instead, she leans into it, letting the power Nous holds over her fuel her arousal.

Her hips circle helplessly as her fingers move faster, seeking out pleasure in this twisted game they find themselves playing. The sensation of being completely at his mercy, of being used and degraded by him... it's almost enough to make her come just thinking about it. She bites down on her lower lip, desperate to hold back the orgasm that's building inside her, wanting to show Nous just how much control he truly has over her body.

"Please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and raw with emotion. "Let me cum..." Her words are quiet but urgent, begging him for release even as she knows it will only make her feel weaker in his eyes. But at this point, she doesn't care anymore; all that matters is the sensation building inside her, the burning need to be touched

With trembling hands, she reaches out and takes his throbbing cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head of his shaft as she starts to suck gently, tasting the salty mixture of pre-cum and desire that coats it. She knows she's supposed to be degraded by this act, but there's something about being under Nous' control that makes her want more; makes her crave his touch like an addict craves a hit.

Her moans vibrate against his cock as her fingers continue their relentless motion against her clit. She feels him growing harder in her mouth, pushing deeper with each thrust of his hips, demanding more of her submission. But she gives it willingly; she's lost herself to the power Nous holds over her body and mind, unable to resist the intoxicating mix of fear and desire that surges through her veins.

His hands grip roughly at her hair, forcing her mouth even deeper on his cock as he finally loses control; she feels the warmth of his release splash against the back of her throat and down her chin in hot, salty spurts. She swallows every last drop, savoring the taste of him even as he makes her feel so utterly helpless and exposed.

Her body quivers violently as she climaxes moments later, a shuddering orgasm wracking through her entire frame. Her legs tremble unsteadily as she tries to catch her breath, feeling drained both emotionally and physically from this twisted encounter with Nous. But even as exhaustion weighs down upon her, she can't help but wonder what he will demand of her next...

Oh really? And what exactly would that be, you giant pervert? You think I'm just going to let you keep pushing me around like this? Hah! Like hell I will. Maybe if I try my best to piss you off even more tomorrow, you'll finally get tired of playing these stupid games with me. Or maybe not...it's kinda turning me on in a sick, twisted way...