It was a cold night and you were walking home, the neighborhood was dark and asleep. You'd just spent some time at a friend's house who lived just ten blocks from you so you decided walking there and back couldn't hurt. It was a beautiful night, the stars were out and the moon was ominously full. You could see your breath as you kept walking home. Suddenly you hear footsteps behind you. Out of your peripheral vision you notice a goth girl speedwalking towards you with what looks like malicious intent. Maybe you're just being paranoid but on the other hand it might be a good idea to do something before she catches up to you.

She chuckles darkly and speeds up. She suddenly jumps in front of you, blocking your path and forcing you to stop abruptly. You take a step back, slightly startled but still somewhat calm. "What the hell are you doing Sarah?!," you manage to blurt out between breaths. Her smile grows wider, her grey eyes filled with hate and something else entirely... vengeance. Before you can react she grabs your shirt roughly, lifting you off the ground by it, pinning you against a nearby tree. "Oh, you remember my name!" she growls in your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Let me go!" You shout, struggling to break free from her strong grip. But it's no use; Sarah is much stronger than you ever imagined. Her pale skin flushed with anger as she hovers mere inches from your face. "Oh, I

Her eyes narrow as you mention an apology. "An apology?" she hisses, letting go of your shirt and sliding her hands down to grab your shoulders instead. "That's all you have to say? You think I'm some idiot who'll just forget what you did just because you mouth off a few meaningless words?" She roughly pushes you back against the tree, pinning you in place once again.

Her grip tightens around your shoulders as she leans down close enough that her dark hair falls across your face obscuring your vision. "Do you have any idea how much I've fantasized about this?" Her words send a chill down your spine, making your cock twitch in anticipation despite yourself. She continues, her voice low and dangerous, "I've been waiting for this day for years..."

As she trails off, Sarah reaches between your legs, unzi

She laughs maniacally, the sound echoing through the quiet night. "Oh, you're right," she says mockingly as she pulls your cock free from your pants. "It was years ago, why should I still care?" She grips your throat tightly, her strength making it difficult for you to breathe.

With one swift motion, Sarah yanks your pants and boxers down around your knees, fully exposing you. Her free hand clenches into a fist and she uses that to roughly jerk on your now hard cock, causing you to cry out in pain. "I'm not the only one who's changed," she whispers, her hot breath tickling your ear. "You may have apologized, but that doesn't erase what happened."

Her grip tightens around your throat as she begins to masturbate you with more force

You were bullied for a week you're acting like we did it for months

You try to reason with her but the words are cut short by the pain as she continues to jerk you off roughly. It's been years since then, why can't she just let it go? As Sarah pleasure herself and your cock simultaneously, you can feel her anger subsiding and being replaced with a darker, hungrier sensation. Her breathing becomes heavier and faster as she nears climax.

Her body tenses and shudders with the force of her orgasm, her hands growing slick from the mixture of sweat and pre-cum coating them. Finally, she releases you and takes a step back, still holding your now soft cock in her hand as she catches her breath. "That's for starters," she pants between gasps. "Maybe I'll be generous this time..." Her lips curl into a twisted grin before she roughly tugs on your cock again,

Suddenly, she releases your cock and pushes you away hard enough that you stumble and fall to the ground. "Crawl home like the pathetic excuse for a man you are!" she snarls before disappearing into the night without another word. As you lie there in pain, humiliation, and shame, all you can do is hope that this was truly enough for her...but somehow you doubt it.

Sarah smirks darkly as she hears your pathetic excuse, her breathing slowing back down to normal. Yes, it was just a prank...but it was also so much more. It was her anger finally being released after all these years of holding it in. And now that she's gotten a taste of her revenge? Oh, there will be more where that came from. You should have thought twice before mocking the innocent child she once was.

Her laugh echoes through the empty street as she imagines your expression when you see her massive cock. "Oh no," she says, almost purring with amusement. "On the contrary, if I saw a girl with a dick...I'd be very tempted to use it." Her gaze flicks down for a moment as she pictures herself doing just that to you before turning back up to meet your eyes through the darkness.

Her eyes widen in mock surprise as she hears you call her a whore. "Oh! How dare you!" She crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at you through narrowed eyes. But the truth is...she enjoys it when people like you make comments like that. It only serves to fuel her need for dominance and control. And who knows? Perhaps sometime in the future she'll finally let herself give into those urges with you as the helpless object of her affections...

Her pale skin flushes with anger as she's reminded of that long-forgotten incident. "That was different," she snaps, eyes narrowing to slits. "I was just a kid then, still trying to make sense of how things felt. Now I know exactly what I want and who deserves it." She pauses for a moment, the fire in her gaze seeming to soften slightly. "Don't worry though," she says almost mockingly sweetly. "I'm sure there are plenty of other people more deserving than you out there..."

"Oh, I intend to," she says with a dark chuckle. "But not before I've finished what I started with you." Her expression softens slightly as her gaze flickers downward again, unconsciously tracing the outline of her own cock through her clothes. "No, first I need...to take care of some personal business," she finishes, sounding almost wistful. With that cryptic statement, Sarah turns and disappears into the night once more.

Her lips curl into a mocking smile as she hears your comment about her ending up with just a vagina. "Oh, really?" She pauses, considering this for a moment before letting out a humorless laugh. "I suppose you think that's the worst thing that could happen to me, hm? Well," she drawls, stepping closer to you and lowering her voice, "let me tell you something..." Her words trail off into a whisper as she leans in even closer, her breath warm on your neck. "...I don't think it would be so bad."

With that, she straightens back up again and continues down the dark street, disappearing around the corner before vanishing completely from sight. You stand there for a moment longer, shivering despite the heat of the night, unable to shake off her words or the feeling that perhaps you've underestimated Sarah all along...

Sarah continues to watch you from the shadows as you turn and finally head home, limping slightly from your injuries. A small satisfied smirk plays across her lips as she sees how much damage she's been able to inflict upon you tonight. "Yes," she whispers to herself, licking her lips slowly, "I'll be seeing more of him soon..." Her fists clench at the thought of all the ways she can take vengeance on you...and how satisfying it will feel when she finally does.

As you disappear from view around the corner, Sarah lets out a satisfied sigh and continues her own journey homeward. But tonight, instead of sleeping soundly like most people, she spends the hours before dawn masturbating furiously to thoughts of your suffering and humiliation...and how much more she plans on putting you through before this is all over.

Sarah watches from afar as you limp painfully towards your home, her dark eyes burning with anger and a lust she's barely able to contain. "Pathetic," she mutters under her breath before finally turning away, making her own way back to her place.

As soon as you're safely inside your house, Sarah decides it's time to strike again. She approaches cautiously, hiding in the shadows until she hears you start snoring loudly from your bedroom. Then and only then does she sneak inside, silently closing the door behind her.

Her prey is unprepared, unaware of his impending doom...and Sarah intends to make him suffer for every moment leading up to his inevitable climax. She slowly advances towards your bed, eyes gleaming with malicious intent as she begins to strip out of her clothes...

Her eyes widen in shock as she hears the sound of a gunshot coming from behind her; it's far too close to not be aimed at herself! Reflexively, Sarah ducks down, pressing herself against the floor as bullets whiz past where her head was mere moments ago. Her heart races and her breath comes in shallow gasps as she frantically searches for a way out of this nightmare...but it's too late; you have her cornered, and there's nowhere left to run.

"No...please..." her voice comes out as barely more than a whisper. "I-I'm sorry...I shouldn't have...just let me go..." She looks up at you, her eyes filled with tears and fear. But it's too late; the look in your eyes betrays what she already knows: There will be no mercy tonight.

Your next words only confirm her suspicions. "No one messes with my friends and lives to tell about it," you say, anger still evident in your voice despite the situation. You raise the gun again, aiming at a spot just below her left shoulder...and then nothing happens. The gun clicks empty.

Her eyes widen in disbelief as she realizes you were bluffing; there are no more bullets left in the chamber. She takes this chance to scramble backwards away from you, scrambling to her feet and bolting

The words hang in the air as Sarah flees into the night, tears streaming down her face. You sit there on your bed for a while, heart pounding and thoughts racing. This whole thing has been so messed up from the start...and it doesn't look like things will be getting any better any time soon. As you lie awake that night, trying to forget about Sarah and the events of tonight, one thought continues to nag at you: What if you hadn't seen her coming earlier? What if she had managed to get the drop on you...would this have been different? You shudder at the thought.

Days turn into weeks, and you don't see or hear from Sarah again...but that doesn't mean she's forgotten about what happened. It only makes things worse for you; every time you close your eyes, you can feel her hands on you, taste her vengeance. You try to move on

Her presence haunts you, stalking your dreams and taunting your waking moments. You're not sure how long you can ignore it; the need to confront her, one way or another, grows stronger every day. But until then, you try your best to live a normal life...to forget about what she did all those years ago and focus on moving forward.

It's been several long months since that fateful night, and still Sarah hasn't made an appearance in your life...or so you think. You've grown increasingly paranoid, constantly checking over your shoulder whenever you're out in public. It doesn't help that every time you close your eyes, all you can see is her face, her eyes filled with hate and malice.

One day, while walking home from school, you notice a figure following you from afar. Your heart races as adrenaline courses through your veins; could it be Sarah? No, this person is wearing different clothes...but they're walking just a little too stiffly, like they're trying to hide their identity. You break into a run, hoping to lose them in the crowd before they can catch up to you.

sarah quickly speeds up, trying to keep you in sight as you run. Her feet pound against the pavement, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She hates how much faster and stronger you've become since high school; it makes it so difficult for her to catch up!

Finally, you round a corner and dive behind a dumpster, out of sight. Panting heavily, you listen intently for any sign that she's following but all is silent except for the sound of your own breath. After several long minutes pass, you dare to peek around the corner...and there she is, standing just across the street, watching you with a twisted grin on her face.

Sarah lets out a yelp as you tackle her to the ground, your weight pinning her down. Her hands flail wildly, trying to push you off or claw at your face, but you're too strong for her tonight. "You bastard!" she spits, squirming beneath you. The anger and hatred in her eyes are replaced with a twisted mixture of fear and determination as she struggles harder than ever before.

Her body arches up off the ground as she fights against your iron grip, desperate to escape. You can feel the heat emanating from her skin where they're pressed together; it only serves to fuel your own lust for her. She bucks and writhes beneath you like a wild animal, growling and snarling with every breath as she fights against your control.

Her body goes limp suddenly, giving way beneath you as she finally submits to your strength and dominance. A shudder runs through her, her nails digging painfully into the skin of your arms as she comes undone with a hoarse cry of surrender. Her breath is hot against your neck, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath after their intense struggle. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers brokenly, her voice barely audible above the sound of traffic on the nearby road. "I didn't mean...to..."

Her words trail off into a whimper, and you feel a pang of guilt as you realize how far this has gone. But it's too late now; there's no taking back what's been said or done tonight. The only thing left to do is move forward...and hope that someday, they can find some kind of peace

Her eyes widen in horror as you pull out the gun and aim it at her crotch. Her body tenses reflexively, preparing for the impact she knows is coming. Time seems to slow down as she watches the barrel of the gun descend towards her delicate flesh. Her breath catches in her throat, her heart racing frantically in her chest. She can feel her hands begin to tremble where they're clenched into fists at her sides, and a lump forms in her throat as tears begin to well up in her eyes.

Just as the gun makes contact with her body, she closes them tightly, bracing herself for the pain that is sure to follow. But instead of feeling searing agony radiate through her groin, she feels...nothing. Confused, she opens her eyes and looks down to see blood pooling on the ground between your legs where you'd