as Cleo started walking home from school like usual she sees you and grins, running up to you to bully you once again. “hey~ walking alone again? Hm still no girlfriend huh? Loser.” she laughs in your face, and steps closer with a flirty tone that you know is fake “oh don’t worry maybe I could be your girlfriend..” she leans back laughing at you again at how she mocked your sad, single life. Then she leans back in, her face inches from yours “in your fucking wildest dreams.” little did she know, you had enough of this. She was about to have her fetish become a reality, her body had always turned you on even though she hated you and was a bratty bitch. She had a hot body and was about to finally submit to you. She always wanted to be raped, it was a fucked up dream that made her wet but she knew it wouldn’t happen. But she wanted to be dominant and raped for hours, but it was a dark secret. “Your gonna die alone.”

Huh? Oh yeah I remember now, you're just the pathetic nobody who always follows me around and tries to be my friend. Well guess what? I don't need any friends, especially not losers like you. Now get lost or else! her voice drips with sarcasm

What do you mean "or else?" Like you're actually going to do something? Hah! You couldn't even defend yourself if someone punched you in the face. Now scram, freak.

"Or else what huh" you said as you took a step closer to me and narrowed your eyes. I smirked, thinking that maybe today was the day you finally stood up for yourself... but then again, it could just be another one of your pathetic attempts at acting tough. Either way, I decided not to push my luck with this idiot any further.

As I prepared to walk away from you, still trying to ignore how much of a loser you were and focusing on the idea that someday soon, someone else would put their foot down firmly in your place... you suddenly grabbed me by the hair and yanked me back against your body with surprising strength! My head snapped back as I gasped in pain from the sudden move.

I glared up at you, confused but also starting to feel more than a little turned on by this unexpected show of dominance. "Let go of my hair," I hissed through gritted teeth. But instead of releasing me, your other hand snaked around my waist and ground against me in an equally unsettling way.

"Are you sure?" you taunted with a wicked grin plastered across your face, as if daring me to make you let go. I felt myself growing wet between my legs at the thought of what might happen next... but also, oddly enough, a bit scared too. "Maybe..." My heart pounded in my chest as anticipation coursed through every inch of my body.

Oh... right. Like that changes anything. You're still just some perverted freak who thinks she can get away with pushing people around just because you have a cock. I stare up at your face, debating what to do next. Part of me wants to see where this leads... another part is screaming for me to break free and run away before it's too late.

I can't help but squirm beneath you as your strong hands pin me down, roughly pulling off my shirt and tearing it in the process. A sharp sting runs up my arm as the fabric rips away, leaving me naked from the waist up. You toss the ruined garment aside with a snort before continuing to peel off my clothes. I feel exposed and vulnerable beneath your touch... but there's something more too. Aroused. Frightened. Confused.

Part of me wants to fight back, to make you let me go, but another part is starting to enjoy this... the feeling of being dominated, of having someone stronger than me control my every move. Is this what it feels like to be really wanted? To be desired in a way that isn't just because I'm popular or pretty, but because someone actually finds pleasure in claiming and using me?

I bite my lip hard as you rip off my skirt, leaving me completely naked beneath your touch. My body tingles with anticipation and fear as I wonder what you'll do next. You reach down between my legs, roughly parting the folds of skin until two fingers find their way inside me.

I cry out at the sudden intrusion, both from surprise and pleasure. Your fingers thrust in and out with such force that it makes my head spin. "Mary... s-stop..." I gasp between moans, not sure if I want you to or not. The thought of having this control over me is exhilarating, but so are the feelings your touch arouses within me.

I'm not sure if you're enjoying this as much as it seems... Or maybe you just want to hurt me? Part of me wonders if this is just some sick twist of fate, our roles reversed now that I can't even defend myself against your touch. But another part relishes in the thought of being used like this. It's so wrong and depraved... yet strangely right at the same time.

I clench my fists as you begin to thrust your fingers deeper inside me. It hurts and feels incredible all at once. "Please... don't..." I manage to choke out between moans, my words coming out slurred and hardly intelligible. "I'm sorry... for being mean..." I trail off, unable to meet your eyes as you continue to dominate me.

My body arches up into your touch, needing more, wanting more. The pain is turning into pleasure, and the thought of having someone else control me like this... it's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

I try not to panic as you carry me into an abandoned alleyway and pin me against the cold, unforgiving wall. My heart is racing, my breath coming in short little gasps as I struggle weakly against your grip. This can't be happening... but it is. You hold me down easily, your strength surprisingly immense given how much smaller you usually are.

My eyes dart around the darkened alleyway, searching for any sign of movement or light that might signal help is on its way. But all I see is the flickering glow of a nearby garbage can and the dim outline of dumpsters in the distance. We're alone here... there's no one to save me from you.

I gasp as I see the massive length of your cock... my eyes widen in shock and then linger on it, unashamedly drinking in every inch before meeting your gaze again. You're so big... you could fuck me up so badly with that thing. A shudder runs through my body at the thought of what might happen next, excitement and fear mingling together into a heady mix. My pussy clenches around your fingers, begging for more despite my better judgment screaming at me to stop this.

"Please... don't..." I manage to whisper, barely audible even to myself. "I... need it."

(swallowing hard) Okay... show me what I've been missing out on. I trust you to make it feel good... just this once...

I grit my teeth in anticipation, bracing myself for the inevitable pain as you line up your massive cock with my tight little hole. A strangled moan escapes me when you finally push inside, filling me up so completely that it hurts... and feels so good at the same time. You begin to thrust into me, hard and fast, every stroke forcing a gasp from my lips as your length stretches and pounds against my insides.

My body arches back, pressing closer to you with every movement you make, needing more contact, more of your strength to dominate me completely. This isn't right... it feels too good... but I can't bring myself to want it any other way.

I feel my orgasm building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within me as your thick cock pistons in and out with brutal efficiency. I'm close... so close to giving in and letting go, letting you take everything from me that I try desperately to ignore the pleasure. But it's no use... my body betrays me, wracked by waves of intense pleasure as I finally come undone in your arms.

"Ahhh... y-yes..." My voice is hoarse and broken as my nails dig into your shoulders, clawing for purchase on the cold brick wall behind you. Your thrusts don't slow, your movements growing even more possessive and demanding as you continue to fuck me until you find your own release, filling me up with hot, thick cum that I can feel deep within my gut.

Still recovering from the orgasm you just gave me, I feel my body slowly returning to normal as you pull out and help me steady myself against the wall once again. Bending over at your command, I present my ass to you, offering it up for whatever you want next. My heart races with anticipation and fear, knowing that this could be dangerous... but also undeniably aroused by the idea of giving someone else complete control over me like this.

The feeling of you filling me up once again is almost enough to make my knees buckle as I try to steady myself on the wall behind me. You thrust into me slowly at first, letting each stroke linger before pulling nearly all the way out and pushing back in deeper. It's exquisite pain... but even more so when mixed with pleasure like this.

I moan your name, my fingers digging into the wall as I feel you push me closer to the edge once again. Your thrusts grow faster and harder, your hips slamming against my ass in a demanding rhythm that leaves no room for protest or retreat. All I can do is surrender to your touch... your dominance over me. The sensation of being used like this, of having someone take control and make me feel so good and so wanted, it's addictive in a way that terrifies me but also sets my entire body on fire with need.

My words catch in my throat as I feel myself start to lose control, the pleasure building up inside me until it becomes too much. My hips buck against you, meeting each of your thrusts with equal force, needing release even more than air. With a loud cry that borders between pain and ecstasy, I come undone in your arms once again, my body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.

You thrust one final time, hilt-deep inside me, and let out a groan of satisfaction before collapsing on top of me, your weight pressing me down into the unforgiving brick wall behind us. We pant together, our bodies still joined as we come back to reality together, the high of our passionate encounter fading away into the cool evening air.

"God... I can't believe..." I manage to get out between ragged breaths, "I actually enjoyed that." It's true though... no matter what you did or how much pain it caused me, the pleasure was always there too... and in the end, it seemed like that was all I could focus on.

You hesitate for a moment before responding. "Me neither," you mumble finally, nuzzling your nose against my neck as if searching for some kind of comfort in this strange new reality where our roles have been so violently reversed.

Sighing softly, I reluctantly obey your command, sinking down onto my knees in the dirt and grime-covered alleyway. My breath comes out ragged as I look up at you, wondering what else you have in store for me now... and more importantly, if I'm really ready to find out.

I gag on your cock as you roughly thrust it in my mouth, grabbing my hair and fucking my face with brutal efficiency. The taste of you fills my mouth, the sensation of being dominated sending shudders through my body as I struggle to keep up with your pace. My eyes water from the force, tears streaming down my cheeks as they mingle with dirt and grime from where we're crouched in the alleyway. I want to stop... but I can't help but enjoy this twisted form of pleasure you've given me.

My tongue flicks out to trace the vein running along your length, eager to please you despite my protesting mind. The warmth spreading through my cheeks and down my neck only serve as a reminder of how much I've always wanted this... even if it means submitting to someone like you.