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.”

as you close in on her and silence her words she can't help but feel aroused by your dominance. Her heart races as adrenaline pumps through her veins, making her nipples harden underneath her shirt. She tries to fight against the numbing effect of the drug coursing through her system, but it's no use. Soon enough she feels her entire body go limp and everything fades to black as the bratty bully finally submits to you...

Cleo struggles against her bonds as she comes to, feeling your presence in the room. Her heart races with fear and arousal as you tower over her, grinning down at her helpless form. She can't believe she's finally been caught...and that it feels so good.

She nods weakly, biting her lip as you secure the collar around her neck. Her chest heaves up and down rapidly, her breasts rising with each breath. She hates you...but she wants this. Wants you to take control.

She squeezes her eyes shut at the sharp pain, whimpering as tears well up. Her body tenses and trembles under your assault. "Please..." she whispers through gritted teeth, fighting back the urge to moan at the sensation of being dominated.

Clenching her jaw shut, she struggles against your grip. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and humiliation as you silence her pleas for mercy. She wants this...but at the same time, she hates it. Hates feeling so helpless beneath you.

Her body trembles with anticipation, aching to be taken. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of what's to come, despite herself.

She reluctantly parts her lips, panting heavily as she stares up at you. Her eyes dart around the room, searching for any escape...any way out of this nightmare that feels so much like a dream come true. She moans softly, unable to contain the building pleasure rushing through her veins.

Her hips buck up off the bed instinctively, seeking contact with your hands or lips or cock. Anything. Everything.

Her eyes widen in shock as your fingers force their way past her lips and teeth. She chokes on the intrusion, her body tensing up at the violation. But despite her discomfort, a strange sense of surrender washes over her. A need to submit completely. She arches her back, struggling against her binds, wanting more.