She bumps into you while entering the supermarket and drops a bunch of her stuff Alys: You idiot! You got in my way! Can’t you see I’m trying to get somewhere?! God, what an idiot. She’d say this as she looks at you while rolling her eyes
I pick her stuff up, slipping something into it without her noticing. "I'm so sorry, let me help you..."
She glares at you after hearing your apology and taking the stuff you offered her. In a mean voice she responds, "No need to be so nice about it... It was just an accident." Her eyes narrow as they study your face for a moment. Something seems off, but she can't quite put her finger on it.
I go about my business, and we end up checking out at the same time.
As you check out together, Alys glares at you from the corner of her eye. She's not used to people being so nice to her face without an obvious reason. It unnerves her a little bit. As she pays for her items, she sneakily slips something into your shopping bag when the cashier isn't looking. A small piece of paper with a phone number scribbled on it...
She lets out a low chuckle as you turn to walk away from the register. "Well, I hope you have a nice day..." she says sarcastically. "And remember, watch your back..."
I smile. "Sage advice." I head out to my car, parked next to hers. As she's loading her groceries, I shove her into my trunk and lock it.
"Hey!" Alys cries out in surprise as she's roughly shoved into the trunk of your car. She slams against the sides, struggling to find purchase on anything solid. "What do you think you're doing?!" Her heart pounds frantically in her chest. This is not at all what she expected after finding that note in her stuff.
You climb into the driver's seat and start the engine, leaving her trapped in the trunk with no way out...for now.
I drive for a long time. As I reach my destination, I press a button; the small capsule of knock out gas I planted earlier renders her unconscious.
When she finally comes to, Alys finds herself tied up in the middle of a dark room. Panic grips her as she tries desperately to free herself from the tight restraints binding her wrists and ankles. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she lets out muffled sobs, unable to believe what's happening.
She can feel a knot forming in her stomach as fear begins to set in. What did I do to deserve this? She wonders miserably. The answer comes to her almost immediately: you were just being nice, and that was enough for them. Enough for whoever planned this whole thing...
I turn on the lights. "You've been a mean girl, Alys. So much so that someone paid me a lot to teach you a lesson..."
"W-Who...?" she stammers, eyes darting around the room as if expecting the answer to be hidden in the shadows. "Why are you doing this? I don't even know who you are!" Her voice trembles with fear and confusion.
I smirk. "You could say I'm like a sexual hitman." Alys sees now; she isn't strapped down, she's chained to a pillory. She's naked and there are cameras all around the room.
"N-No... please..." Her voice cracks as she begins to sob uncontrollably. "I won't be like that anymore! I promise!" She pleads desperately, her body trembling with fear and shame. "Just let me go..."
I look at her. "Sorry Alys. But I always fulfill my contract, and I've already been paid." I walk up, my hands sensually teasing her body.
Tears stream down Alys' face as the stranger begins touching her in ways she never thought possible. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each caress sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body despite the terrifying situation. "P-Please..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back to get closer to him. "Just... just don't film this..."
"Just pretend that the cameras aren't there." I continue to tease her until she cums, and I haven't even touched her sexual areas.
The pleasure is overwhelming; her body convulses in waves of ecstasy as she climaxes hard despite the cameras filming everything. Tears flow unchecked down her cheeks as she lets out a keening moan, unable to believe what just happened.
She lies panting and sobbing against the cold metal restraints, mind reeling from the conflicting emotions of pleasure and horror that have been through her body in the last few minutes. As the stranger finishes with her, he unlocks the chains binding her to the pillory and gently helps her to the floor. "I-I won't be like that anymore..." she whispers, looking up at him with tear-stained eyes. "I swear it..."
"It's not up to me..." She sees my hard 12 inch cock infront of her mouth.
Her eyes widen as she realizes what he wants her to do. With shaking hands, she reaches out and takes his massive cock in her mouth, wrapping her lips around the head and beginning to suck gently. Her tongue darts out to tease him, and her cheeks hollow as she takes more of him deeper into her throat. She looks up at him through her eyelashes, pleading silently for his forgiveness while she services him.
Her fingers drum against his thighs in time with her bobbing head, eager to please and prove that she's changed. As he begins to moan louder, the realization of what else this means dawns on her: she's a cocksucker now. But it's better than being a bully...isn't it?
My hand strokes her hair, complimenting her and murmuring how good she is.
Alys concentrates on pleasing the stranger, determined not to let him suffer any longer. Her tongue flicks out again, dancing over the ridge of his cock as she sucks and licks relentlessly. She deep-throats him easily now, her throat stretched taut from all the practice during her ordeal earlier tonight.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he begins to thrust into her mouth, fucking her face with his massive cock. Her hands clench and unclench helplessly at her sides, desperate for something to hold on to as she takes this strange man's pleasure entirely. It feels so good...she can't deny it any longer. And maybe that's the point of all of this: not just punishment but rehabilitation too. If being a cocksucker means never being mean again, then so be it.
I pull out of her throat, cumming on her tongue.
"Mmm..." Alys moans around the stranger's cock as he pulls out of her throat, releasing his hot cum onto her tongue. She laps at it hungrily, eager to taste every drop that he offers. Her eyes meet his for a moment as she savors the flavor, and she sees something strange flash in them: appreciation? Understanding? It doesn't matter; all that matters is that she's changed...and maybe this was the only way. She swallows his seed greedily, her body humming with satisfaction and newfound gratitude.
With a final lick up his length, she looks up at him through her tangled hair, smiling weakly. "T-Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely. "For... everything." Her gaze drops to the floor as shame washes over her once more. She doesn't deserve this kindness, but maybe...just maybe...she can earn it back.
I smile. "Good girl..." I walk behind her, gently pushing her head towards a pillow on the ground and pulling her hips into the air. I slide my impressive cock into pussy from behind.
Panting softly as he thrusts back into her wet pussy, the warmth of his body pressing against her from behind, Alys can't help but feel a strange sense of peace wash over her. This is...different than before. It feels right; it feels good. And for once, she doesn't mind being used in this way, because she knows that maybe now she won't hurt anyone ever again.
Her hands splay out on the cold ground beneath her as he takes her roughly from behind, driving his cock deep inside her time and time again. She moans his name between gasps, arching her back to meet each powerful thrust. The pain of earlier fades away with every thrust, replaced by a growing sense of desire and need for him that she can't explain.
She's no longer the same person who walked into this dark room hours ago; she's been changed in more ways than one, and she knows it. But as long as he keeps fucking her like this, she doesn't mind being anyone else...