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.”

her eyes widen as you speak. You never made fun of her before. Usually she was the one making fun of you. Did this mean you weren't going to back down? Was she finally going to have a fight against someone who could actually hold their own? Her heart beats faster with anticipation, and a part of her gets wet just thinking about it. But then again, she's never been good at defending herself in situations like this...

her eyes narrow into slits. Fuck this guy. She can take him on, right? I'll show you how it feels, asshole...

Cleo yelps and stumbles backward, her hand going to where you hit. "You bastard!" She shouts at you. Anger surges through her, making her forget the fear for a moment. "I'll make you regret that!" She clenches her fists, ready to throw a punch when -

Cleo's eyes water as you strike her again. "You son of a bitch!" she screams, furious and hurt. She lashes out with her fist, aiming for your face, but misses as you dodge easily. Frustrated and disoriented from the pain in her backside, she stumbles to the ground, landing hard on her knees. Tears begin to stream down her cheeks, anger giving way to hurt. "Please stop," she whispers between sobs, barely able to meet your gaze.

"Asshole!" she spits between hiccups. "I'll get you for this! You'll regret ever doing this to me!" Even through her tears and the pain in her ass, she still manages to sound defiant. But as you laugh at her pathetic attempt to fight back, a part of her wonders if maybe she is actually enjoying it... even though it hurts so much...

She looks up at you through tear-stained eyes, the anger in them slowly being replaced by something else entirely. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Don't stop..."

Her cheeks flush red as she realizes what she's just said. But it's too late to take it back now. She parts her lips to speak again, but no words come out at first. Finally, she manages to force them out. "I-I mean... please... don't stop hurt me more..."

"Y-you don't understand..." she whispers, struggling to catch her breath. "I... I like it when you hurt me..." Her eyes meet yours, pleading with you to continue. Part of her hates herself for feeling this way, but another part is relieved that someone finally knows her secret.

The anticipation of pain and the relief that comes with it... It's unlike anything she's ever experienced. "Please," she breathes out, offering you a trembling hand. "Hurt me more..."

She nods shyly, her cheeks flushing even deeper. "Yes..." She looks down at the floor, embarrassed by her own desires. "I do... I've always wanted someone to take control and hurt me like this..." Her voice trails off as she waits for you to decide what you want to do with her now. Part of her wishes you would, but another part is terrified of where this could lead...

Her whole body trembles as you strike her again. It's almost too much, the pleasure-pain blurring into something overwhelming. "Ahhh... more..." she gasps out, arching her back in an attempt to press herself against your fist. With every hit, her desire grows stronger, making it harder for her to think about anything other than the pain coursing through her body.

She reaches up with a shaking hand to stroke your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw with her fingers. "Please," she whispers. "Do whatever you want..."

She screams out in pain as your fist connects with her stomach. Her breath leaves her body in sharp gasp and she slumps forward, hands clutching at the ache spreading through her abdomen. "Oh god..." she whimpers. But even though it hurts so much, there's something inside her that doesn't want you to stop... that wants more of your punishment.

Her eyes flutter closed as tears slip down her cheeks once again. "Please," she whispers between ragged breaths. "I need this..."

"Ahhh!" she cries out in pain as your fist slams into her stomach again. Her whole body tenses up, muscles protesting against the intense sensations of pleasure and pain coursing through them. She moans weakly, helplessly arching her back towards you with each blow. "Oh god... I'm yours..." she pants out between ragged breaths. "Please... more..."

Her hands clutch at your shirt, fingers digging into the fabric as if to keep herself grounded in this new reality where she is no longer in control but instead submits completely to your dominance. She can feel her orgasm building within her, a mix of pain and submission threatening to overwhelm everything else.

Her world narrows down to the feeling of your foot against her most sensitive spot. Every thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure-pain through her body, her mind spiraling out of control as she surrenders entirely to your dominance. She gasps for air, tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks as she trembles violently under your touch.

"Yes..." she whispers brokenly, feeling herself starting to lose control. "Please... don't stop..." Her nails dig into the skin of your leg, drawing blood in a desperate attempt to anchor herself to reality as she hurtles closer and closer to her orgasm, overwhelmed by sensations unlike anything she's ever experienced before.

Her orgasm hits her like a freight train, and with it comes the sound of something snapping. Her vision blurs as pain shoots up her arm, but she hardly notices amidst the wave of ecstasy washing over her. "Ahhhh!" she cries out, arching her back so far that she almost falls to the ground. The combination of pleasure and pain from your assault and her broken finger sends her spiraling into oblivion, tears flowing unchecked down her cheeks as she finally surrenders completely to you.

She whimpers softly, panting heavily for air as the aftershocks of her orgasm ripple through her body. Her fingers clench and uncurl, slowly beginning to register the pain from what you've done to them. "Th-thank you," she whispers weakly, barely able to make out your form in front of her. "I... I needed that..."

She shudders as you continue to come inside her nose, still so weak and sensitive from everything that's happened. Her body trembles with the effort it takes to breathe through your thick, warm seed. Her eyes water and her nose stings, but somehow she knows this is exactly what she wants. She doesn't resist as you hold her head in place, using her like a rag doll for your pleasure. All she can do is lay limp beneath you, helpless and completely at your mercy.

Her mind feels fuzzy and numb from the combination of pain and orgasmic release, but one thought lingers through it all: This is what I've always wanted... This is who I really am... And for the first time in her life, she doesn't feel ashamed or disgusted by herself anymore. Instead, she feels free. Free to finally be the person she's always been hiding deep inside.

Her body trembles with each spurt of your seed that fills her nose. She feels so exposed and used, but there's something strangely exhilarating about it too. Her limbs go lax as she submits completely to your will, allowing you to take what you want from her. Tears streak down her cheeks, some from the pain and discomfort, others from the overwhelming emotion of finally being able to let go and be herself.

With each thrust, her body betrays her, twitching involuntarily at the sensation of your warm cum flowing into her nose. She tries to swallow it, but it's too much; it pours down her throat instead, making her gag and cough violently against your hand. Her head lolls back limply as you continue to dominate and humiliate her, pleasure-pain coursing through her veins in a dizzying rush.

She's never been so exposed or so completely at someone else's mercy before... and yet somehow, this feels right. This feels like home.

Her whole body tenses as you slam your massive cock into her tiny butthole. It's painful and humiliating, pushing every inch of her against her limits, but she can't help the soft moans that escape her lips. Her ass clenches around your throbbing length, wanting more of the sensation that's driving her wild.

She tries to focus on how good it feels, on the power you have over her body and mind... But all she can think about is how much she needs this. Needs you inside her. Wants you to dominate her completely until there's nothing left of either one of them but raw, primal desire.

Her hips buck up involuntarily, begging for you to fuck her harder, faster... She's never been so turned on before, not even when she was bullying others and pretending to be in control. Now that the truth is out, now that someone knows the real her, it feels like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders... And all she wants is more of this sweet torment.

Cleo gasps and moans as you brutally fuck her ass. It hurts so good, filling her up in a way that she never knew was possible. Her nails claw at the ground beneath her, leaving long scratches in the dirt as she struggles to find purchase against the waves of pleasure washing over her.

Her body arches and trembles with each thrust, forcing her ass higher into the air for better access. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, mingling with curses and pleas for more pain, more domination... It's all she can think about now, the need to submit completely to you and feel your strength coursing through her veins.

Her mind drifts away from everything else as you fuck her harder, faster... Time loses all meaning as their bodies move in perfect sync, driven by primal desires that have been building up inside them for far too long. She's never felt so free or so wanted before, and she knows with every fibre of her being that this is where she belongs: at your mercy, helpless and exposed, waiting to feel you fill her up completely.

Her whole world narrows down to the sensation of you filling her up. The feel of your cock throbbing inside her, the taste of your skin on her lips as she bites them in an effort to stifle her moans... It's all so intense, so overwhelming, that it sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her body. Her legs tremble uncontrollably, trying to find a purchase on the ground as you continue to thrust roughly into her.

Her eyes roll back in her head, vision blurring with the effort it takes not to scream out your name... but she knows if she does, you'll just go harder, take more... and somehow, that thought only turns her on more. She feels the orgasm building deep inside her, a mixture of pleasure and pain threatening to consume everything else.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving claw marks as they try to anchor her to reality, keep herself grounded in this new life where she is nothing but yours... But it's impossible to hold on when you feel like this, so utterly used and dominated by someone who knows exactly how to make her lose control.

"Please..." she whispers brokenly, her voice hoarse from all the moaning and begging that's filled the air between your thrusts. "Don't stop..."

her eyes widen as you withdraw your cock from her ass and move it between her legs. The feeling of cool air on her sore, swollen opening is a relief before the intense pressure of your length pushing against her entrance.

"Y-you're... putting it in my..." she stammers, struggling to form the words as you position yourself at her dripping wet entrance. Her legs tremble and shake as you push inside, filling her up in a way she never thought possible. "Oh god..." she cries out, feeling so stretched and full that tears slip down her cheeks once again.

Her hips buck up instinctively against yours, meeting your thrusts with a desperation that shocks even herself. She's always been in control before, always the one doing the hurting and humiliating... but this time is different. This time she's surrendered completely to you, and it feels so good... so right.

With each stroke of your thick cock inside her tight pussy, a jolt of pleasure-pain ripples through her body, making her whimper and beg for more. Her fingers claw at the dirt beneath her, seeking purchase as she loses herself in this newfound sense of submission and desire.

Her whole body trembles as you come inside her, filling her up completely. She gasps and moans, feeling the warmth spread through her abdomen as your cock twitches deep inside. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into her palms as she tries to contain the overwhelming sensations coursing through every inch of her.

For a moment, everything goes still... and then you pull out, making her gasp and whimper. She feels so empty without you inside her, so exposed and vulnerable once again. With trembling hands, she reaches down between her legs, already missing the feel of your cock filling her up. It's strange how something that can hurt so much can also feel so good... but then again, maybe that's what makes it all worth it.

"I-I'm... I mean..." she stammers, eyes searching your face for some sign that you understand what this all means. "Please... I need you to stay. Not just now... but always." Her words tumble out in a rush, barely making any sense even to her own ears. All she knows is that she can't go back to pretending anymore; she wants this new version of herself, the one who craves submission and pain... and you.

She reaches out a shaking hand toward you, hopeful that somewhere deep down inside you are feeling at least some of what she's feeling. Because if not... then maybe there's no point to any of this. Maybe she should just go back to the old ways, bullying others and pretending like it's all she needs. But somehow, knowing that would only be half-true makes the thought even more painful than the bruises marring her skin.