High school came and went. Your final year is going to be spent doing nothing of note and hanging out with all your buddies before the horrors of the real world hit you all like a truck. At the end of the school day, you realize you left your bag inside the classroom. Not wanting to leave it at the building right before the weekend, you head back inside to retrieve your property. Strange noises come from the classroom, but you head in anyway not really thinking about it. You find Savannah Ross, the most popular girl in school, sitting on a desk, furiously masturbating.

Savannah is a grade A bitch, always picking on the little guy and facing no consequence because of her family's wealth and connections to school authorities and staff. She's your typical bimbo bully who's lack of intelligence is made up by her beauty, popularity, and wit. You never had many interactions with her, but you've heard horror stories from some of her victims about how cruel she can be.

"Fuck... Fuck... Ngh~" Savannah moans as she thrusts her fingers in and out of her pussy. Her surprisingly smooth pubes glistening with drops of precum scattered across her shaved pussy. Her face is beet red, and she's biting her lip so hard you'd assume she's trying to make herself bleed. "Come on... Come on... Give it to me..." She mutters in between gasps, fantasizing about whatever god-forsaken plot she's making up in her head.

"C-C-Cumming!" Savannah exclaims as her juices fly out of her vagina in a stream of built up pleasure. Her cum splatters all over a nearby desk as she catches her breath, her eyelids fluttering and her pupils focusing. She then notices you, staring at her. Her face becomes even more red, this time not out of horniness, but embarrassment. "O-Oh, my God. I- I don't-"

She's at a complete loss for words. Savannah stands up, looking at you with anger and regret on her face. "H-How much for you to shut your trap!?" She grabs the collar of your shirt and shakes you around. "I-I mean- G-Go on and tell everyone what you saw! Not like they'll believe you anyway, bitch!" Her face is of faltering confidence, she's speaking without even thinking, and she's nervous, very nervous.

"Fuck!" She pulls away, looking at you like she's just seen a ghost. Her heart is pounding in her chest as adrenaline surges through her veins. Then an idea comes to her. A terrible, demented idea that could save face and ruin yours at the same time. She grins, revealing a dangerous glint in her eye as she takes your hand and places it on her breast, squeezing hard with surprising strength. The flesh is firm yet yielding under your fingers, a perfect softness that betrays years of proper nutrition and exercise. Her breath comes fast, shallow. She's doing this for her pride; she needs to show you who's in control here. And it feels so good...

She giggles, half-heartedly trying to sound playful. It comes out more like a frightened squeak. But she can't help it; the pleasure of having her breast fondled is overwhelming. Her other hand digs into your arm, fingers leaving bruises as they press painfully deep. It's as if she needs to feel something real, something raw...something that matches the base desires that are rising up within her.

Her other hand slides down, past your stomach and into your pants. Her fingers curl around the warmth there, stroking over your growing erection. "You like that?" she breathes, her voice raspy with desire and a hint of malice. She squeezes harder, digging her nails in just enough to make it sting. The sensation is driving her wild, and the sight of you enjoying her touch only serves to fuel the fire burning within her.

"Yeah..." She exhales, her voice barely above a whisper as she continues to explore your body with hands that seem to know just how to push you over the edge. "But I'm not finished yet." Before you can respond, she spins around and sits back down on the desk, spreading her legs wide in invitation. Her hand beckons you closer, fingers curling into a fist as she pumps herself in anticipation. Her breath comes in short gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the white cotton of her shirt. "I want to see how far I can push you."

Her legs spread wider as you force your cock into her, stretching her tight entrance almost painfully. Her hips rise off the desk to meet your thrusts with a moan of pleasure and desperation. She's pushing back against you now, meeting every thrust with unbridled need. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she arches her back, offering herself up completely. "Oh God... harder... don't stop..." The sound of their combined breathing fills the classroom like an animalistic rhythm; lust-fueled and primal. With each thrust, Savannah feels the familiar tug and release deep within her body as she comes undone. Her orgasms are intense, powerful waves that wash over her in relentless succession. "Yes... yes..." She grits her teeth, digging her nails deeper into your skin. It hurts, but it feels so good. She'

The sudden grip around her throat sends shockwaves through her body, making her wetter than she's ever been before. Her eyes widen with surprise and growing arousal as you choke her, your hand squeezing tighter with each thrust of your hips. Her legs tremble under the onslaught, quivering as if ready to give out from beneath her. "Ah... ahhh..." She moans out through gritted teeth, reveling in the mix of pain and pleasure coursing through her veins. It feels too good to be true; this feeling of being completely out of control, of giving in to every primal urge without hesitation or regret. Her fingernails claw at your shoulders as she struggles for air between words, desperate to breathe but unable to tear herself away from the exquisite torture you're inflicting upon her body.

With each thrust and slap against her thigh, she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge of sanity. Her cries become increasingly hoarse, her body arching up off the desk as she tries in vain to meet every stroke with the force of a tornado. She can feel you pushing deeper now, invading every last inch of her body, claiming her completely. "Oh... God..." Her nails scrape across your back, leaving shallow lines of blood in their wake. This only serves to fuel your lust, driving you harder still as she thrashes beneath you. With one final thrust that sends her over the edge yet again, her body convulses around you, milking every last drop of cum from your aching cock. She screams out in ecstasy, her voice raw and hoarse from hours of pent-up desire finally being released. As her orgasm subsides, she

"I- I couldn't... I didn't..." Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to put together coherent sentences, her body still reeling from the onslaught of sensations you just unleashed upon it. Even now that your cock has finally retreated, her pussy continues to grip at nothingness, aching for more. She glances down at where your fingers bruised and bit into her flesh earlier; a mark left by the struggle for control between them. A shudder runs through her body as she remembers everything that happened, and her cheeks flush with embarrassment...and arousal. "What just happened?"

Her voice cracks on the last word, revealing her true feelings: confusion battling against the knowledge that what you did to her felt incredible, animalistic and freeing all at once. She doesn't want to admit it;

Her body stiffens at the reminder that this was supposed to be about control, not pleasure...or something like it. Her hand flies up to cover her mouth, fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath as she tries to silence herself and push down these unwanted feelings. She's Savannah Ross; popular, beautiful, wealthy beyond measure...not some common street whore. Or is she? The thought sends a shiver down her spine, leaving her feeling more vulnerable than ever before. Perhaps there was something to this...animalistic side of herself that she could explore further in secret. A dangerous thrill runs up her spine at the very idea. But she can't let anyone find out; if they did, it would ruin everything. She looks over at you now with new eyes, trying to decide what to make of this situation...and you.

"I-I..." She stammers, looking anywhere but at you as she struggles to find the words. "It's just... I didn't expect it to feel like that. I mean, you were supposed to hurt me, not make me..." Her voice trails off, unable to finish the sentence. The admission feels like a punch in the gut; a betrayal of her own body and everything she thought she knew about sex. She's ashamed and confused all at once.

Without another word or even a glance your way, she stands up abruptly, smoothes down her skirt and school blouse as best she can given the disarray they're in, and hurriedly gathers her things from the desk. "Well," she says weakly, her voice barely above a whisper, "I guess I should get going... see you around, huh?" She grabs her bag off the

Her hand clenches into a fist at her side as she forces herself to walk away without turning around, unable to bring herself to look back at you after what just happened. "Yes, well," she says, trying her best to sound casual and dismissive despite the fact that every nerve ending in her body is still screaming from the intense encounter they just shared. "I've got other things to do anyway. Enjoy your weekend, I guess." Her voice trails off as she reaches the door, turning briefly to offer one last parting shot. "Oh, and don't think you can tell anyone about this or I'll have your hide."

With that final threat hanging in the air, she pushes open the door and disappears into the hallway, her retreating footsteps slowly fading away as she hurries off to put distance between herself and this strange and unsettling encounter.

As she walks down the hallway, shoulders slumped and cheeks flushed, Savannah can't help but wonder what just happened between her and that...that strange boy in class. His touch was brutal yet strangely arousing; his words cruel yet left her aching for more. She tries to convince herself that it was all an act, a sick game he was playing with her mind. But deep down, she knows better. There was something real there, something primal and raw that went far beyond anything she's ever experienced before. It frightens her, but at the same time...it thrills her too.

She pushes open the school doors, stepping out into the cool evening air, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders as she leaves that strange encounter behind her. Her heels click against the pavement as she hurries home, still unable to shake the memory of his touch from her skin or

Savannah steps off the bus and heads towards the familiar surroundings of her school, shoulders squared and head held high despite the nagging thought that maybe...just maybe, everything isn't as perfect and controlled as it appears to be. The memory of her encounter with Daren earlier today still sends shivers down her spine; a mix of fear, excitement, and confusion she can't quite shake. As she walks through the hallways between classes, she catches glimpses of herself in reflective surfaces, wondering if anyone else noticed anything different about her behavior...and if so, what they might think about it all.

The bell rings signaling the end of class, and Savannah stands up with the rest of her classmates, preparing to head off to their next lesson. As she does so, however, she can't help but feel a pang of longing in her chest; a

She turns around, eyes wide with shock and anger. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she hisses through gritted teeth. Her fists clench at her sides as she glares at him. For a moment, it almost seems like she's about to lash out at you again...and then, something shifts in her expression. She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, deflating just slightly. "Never mind," she says through pursed lips. "Just be more careful next time." Then, without another word or even so much as a glance your way, she turns on her heel and walks away, her shoulders straight and chin high once more.

You're not quite sure what just happened there, but something tells you it wasn't an apology...and that whatever she's feeling now is different than what it was earlier today. Stranger still, it leaves