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 easily catches up with you and slows her pace so that she's walking next to you. "Well well look who it is." Her voice drips with venom as she glances at your face, then down to the mace in your pocket. A wicked smirk plays on her lips. "You think you can protect yourself with a little ol' mace huh?" She reaches out and casually plucks it from your pocket. "Thanks."

Her grin grows wider as she answers your question, "Why Sarah of course. You remember don't you? The little girl who used to hang around with little Jimmy and Emily?" Her grey eyes flicker with malice. "The one who had a crush on you and you made fun of for it."

"But no matter," she continues, her voice turning silky smooth as she lays a hand on your chest and pushes you back against the wall of a nearby house, trapping you there with her body. "Now I've gotten my revenge and fulfilled my lusts all in one go." Her free hand finds its way down to her crotch, rubbing slowly over the outline of her massive cock through her black shorts. "Let me show you just how much fun it is to be on the receiving end of some abuse..."

She leans into you, their bare chests

You're fucking lying, she thinks, her eyes narrowing dangerously as they stare into yours. "Oh really?" She pushes a bit harder against your chest, forcing you deeper into the wall behind you. "And why would I believe that? You never did admit it back then."

Her other hand reaches around to cup your crotch through your pants, squeezing gently at first before roughly massaging your cock through the fabric. "You remember now?" she whispers in your ear, her breath tickling the skin behind it. "Remember how much fun we could have together..."

She pulls her hand away and grins wickedly, rubbing the bulge in her black shorts up against your hardening cock through your pants before lowering herself to whisper into your ear, "Let's see if you remember who I really am, hm?"

Her eyes widen with fury at your insolence. "Fuck you think you are?" she growls. With surprising strength, she shoves you hard against the wall again. You feel a sharp pain as her nails dig into your shoulders and back. "Do I look like someone who's interested in whatever pathetic excuse for attention you have to offer?"

Her free hand cups your cock roughly through your pants, pinching and twisting at the head of it before bringing it up to her lips. She smirks maliciously as she gently sucks on it, causing you to let out a moan despite yourself. "I think I'll just have my fun with you right here," she whispers into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

Sarah ignores your pleas as she continues to torment you. Her hand slides between your legs and roughly rubs at the bulge in her black shorts, all while she sucks eagerly on your cock through your pants. She looks deep into your eyes, a predator about to strike, when suddenly she stops. "No," she whispers, shaking her head slowly before stepping back from you and stuffing both of your hands behind your back.

"You want me to remember?" Her tone is dangerously quiet as she wraps one arm around your neck, trapping you against the wall once more. With her free hand, she lifts up your shirt roughly and roughly squeezes a nipple between her thumb and forefinger, causing you to arch your back in pain. "Then let me help you remember."

Her grip on your neck tightens as she starts to knead at

Surprised by your sudden action, Sarah lets out an annoyed grunt as the water bottle connects with her head. She releases her grip on you and stumbles back a step, clutching at her head in pain. As you turn to run away, she growls in frustration. "You're not getting off that easy!"

With incredible speed, Sarah darts forward and tackles you to the ground, pinning you beneath her much stronger body. Her weight is enough to make it difficult for you to breathe, as she presses her entire mass into you, effectively immobilizing you. "Oh no," she whispers menacingly into your ear. "I'm not done with you yet..."

Her hand finds its way between your legs again, roughly rubbing against the front of your pants, as if daring you to enjoy it or resist her advances.

She laughs bitterly into your ear before whispering, "You have no idea what I've been through because of you." Her breath is hot and rank as it tickles your skin. "But tonight, you're going to pay for it. Every little bit of pain I felt, every humiliation I endured..."

Her grip on your shoulders tightens almost painfully as she thrusts her hips forward, grinding her cock against yours through your pants. "You're going to feel everything that I did." A sadistic smile spreads across her lips. "And trust me, you're in for a treat..."

Sarah rolls her eyes and ignores your pathetic attempt at insulting her. Instead, she focuses on the task at hand - dominating you and getting her revenge. She grinds harder against you, relishing in the feel of her body crushing yours beneath hers as her cock slides against yours through your clothing.

Her hands roam freely over your body, squeezing and pinching wherever they please. With a sudden twist, she hooks one leg behind yours, effectively trapping you even more thoroughly. "Now," she growls into your ear as she begins to ride you roughly, forcing her cock against yours in time with every grind of her hips, "you're going to feel exactly how much I hate you..."

Her eyes narrow dangerously at your insult, but she doesn't stop her relentless grinding against you. Instead, she leans forward and whispers into your ear, her hot breath tickling the sensitive skin behind it, "You have no idea..." With each thrust of her hips, her cock slides against yours harder, threatening to tear through both your clothes in a desperate attempt to find purchase on your skin. Her free hand finds its way up underneath your shirt, roughly massaging at the skin beneath as she plays with you like a cat would with a helpless mouse.

Her breath catches in her throat as you grasp her shaft and cups her breasts, effectively pinning her own movements against yours. "So," she gasps out between clenched teeth, a look of anger and desire warring across her features, "you like this huh? You like feeling the power?" Her voice is low and guttural as she thrusts harder into your grip, grinding herself even closer against you.

Her free hand reaches up to grab at your hair, pulling roughly on it as she uses your head for leverage in her movements. "You like being dominated, huh?" she pants into your ear before lowering her mouth to nip and suck gently at the lobe. "Too bad I'm not done with you yet..."

Her breath comes in short gasps as you pin her against the wall, gripping her tightly by the hair and thrusting roughly against her body. "Ahhh..." she moans, arching into your touch even as she struggles to break free from your iron hold. Her legs begin to tremble with the effort of maintaining their position against yours, but she's far too worked up now to let you go easily.

Her free hand finds its way down between your legs, roughly rubbing at your crotch through your pants as she whispers harshly into your ear, "Cum for me... I want you to cum all over my hand so I can taste you..." Her words are laced with a desire that is almost palpable, but mixed with the anger and vengeance in her voice makes it impossible to tell if she truly means them or if she's simply enjoying seeing you squirm.

Her lips curl back in a snarl as you force your thumb into her mouth, the rough edges of her teeth scrape harshly against your skin. She chokes out a moan around your digit, grinding herself harder against you as she struggles to free her other hand from its prison behind your back.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to stroke her cock roughly, her hips bucking and thrusting into the touch with increasing urgency. Her vision begins to darken at the edges as the sensations threaten to overwhelm her, but she refuses to give in just yet... Not until she's satisfied both her lust and her need for revenge.

With one last mighty effort, she arches her back and screams into your throat as her body tenses and convulses around you, her orgasm pouring forth in a hot, thick jet of cum that spl

Sarah's body continues to shudder with the aftershocks of her orgasm as she lets out a satisfied purr around your thumb, her lips curled into a malicious smirk. She stares up at you through narrowed eyes, taking in your reaction to her cum-drenched hand before letting it slip free from your grip with a small giggle. "Well well," she murmurs, wiping her wet thumb across the front of your pants before grinning wickedly once more, "looks like someone enjoyed that too much."

With surprising strength, she maneuvers you around until you're pressed against the wall with her body again, this time pinning both your hands above your head. Her hips rock back and forth rhythmically against yours as she begins to ride you harder, using your body for her own pleasure once more. "And don't think this is over,"

Her eyes widen with fury as she's knocked off balance and pinned beneath your stronger body. "Let me go!" she spits out venomously, struggling futilely against your grip. Her face flushes with embarrassment and anger as you reveal her cum-stained underwear to the cold night air, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries desperately to free herself from this humiliating position.

"You... little..." she snarls, glaring up at you with hate-filled eyes. Her fury only seems to make her more aroused by your continued teasing and the hardness between your legs that refuses to give her what she craves. "I'll make sure you regret this," she growls through gritted teeth, arching her back in frustration as her body betrays her once more with a shudder of desire.

Her eyes blaze with anger and desire as she looks up at you, her chest heaving with the effort of holding back a torrent of words that would only undermine her dominance over this pathetic little scene. With one last growl of frustration, she arches her back further, offering herself to you in all her humiliation and need. "Fuck you..." she pants out through gritted teeth, "...just do it."

Her hips begin to thrust weakly against your leg as she waits for you to make the first move, clenching her fists in anger and frustration when all she really wants is more. The tension in the air thickens like molasses, heavy with the weight of their shared desires and hatred, waiting for you to finally give into either one or both of them.

Her lips part in surprise as she feels your hot breath against her own and then the press of your lips against hers. She tentatively wraps her tongue around yours, surprised by the sensation but unable to fully surrender control yet. Her hips buck against your leg in time with each stroke, tiny moans escaping from between her teeth as she tries desperately not to give in completely.

Her hands thrash helplessly against the floor beneath her, seeking purchase on anything that might help her escape this twisted fantasy of dominance and submission. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, trying to focus on something else, anything else but the pleasure building inside her and threatening to consume everything in its path.

The touch of your thumb against her lips feels unnaturally familiar, sending shockwaves through her body and bringing back a rush of memories she'd rather forget. Her free hand reaches up to grab at your shirt, clutching at the fabric as if it might ground her to this reality. But as you continue to stroke her cock roughly and speak words that she wants to believe yet can't quite accept, something inside her begins to crack open.

Her hips buck harder against your leg now, urging you on with tiny moans of pleasure and growing desperation. Her lips part slightly around your thumb, sucking hard as if seeking comfort in the only familiar thing left in this twisted scene. Her eyes flutter shut again, unable to bear looking at you any longer without giving in completely.

"I... like...," she whispers between pants for breath, "...you..."

Sarah sucks on your thumb with renewed vigor, her hips moving faster against your leg as you stroke her cock with increasing force. Her body trembles with pleasure and frustration, wanting desperately to come but unable to find release until she surrenders completely to this new reality. The feel of your skin against hers sends shivers up and down her spine, making it impossible for her to focus on anything other than the sensations overwhelming her senses.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she struggles to find words, her tongue tangled up with yours in a battle for dominance that neither of them want to win. Her free hand digs roughly into your back through your shirt, urging you onward and deeper into this twisted dance of power and submission. "Please..." she whispers brokenly between moans, "...don't stop..."

Her eyes drift shut again, her trust

Her body arches into your touch as you stroke and massage her, playing with her sensitive bits until she's close to the edge once more. Her grip on your shirt tightens painfully, urging you to go harder, faster, deeper inside her. Her lips part slightly as you lick her face, leaving a trail of saliva across her skin that only serves to heighten her arousal and vulnerability.

"Please..." she whispers breathlessly, her hips bucking uncontrollably against your hand now. She knows she's lost this fight the moment she surrendered to you in her heart; now all that remains is for her to relish in the ecstasy of her defeat and hope that you will be gentle with her once it's over.

Her words are lost in the fog of pleasure clouding her mind, but she tries to form them nonetheless. "Y-yours...," she manages before a shudder wracks through her body and tears slip from her eyes. "Pleasure... belong..." Her voice trails off as her orgasm crashes over her, leaving her limp and sated in your arms.

For a moment, you can feel the weight of what's just happened settle between you like a dark cloud. But as she lays there, breathing raggedly against your neck, it becomes easier to believe that maybe this newfound power dynamic is something they both need. Something real and true, despite all the twisted layers hiding beneath.