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.”

your words made her grin wider, not believing that you could still talk back after everything she did to you. It made her wet and eager for the submission she so desperately craved. Her lips curled into a smirk as she leaned even closer, her breasts brushing against your arm "Maybe I'm just feeling extra nice today, hmm~? Why don't we head over to my place, and you can see if you can finally get me off... Or maybe not~" She giggles again at her own dirty joke before adding with a sultry tone,"Or I could just rip those fake legs right off of you and make you crawl home like the pathetic freak you are..."

"You just keep telling yourself that." She leaned in even closer so her breasts were pressed against your arm. "But I bet you'd still rather have me rip those useless metal things off and make you crawl home, begging for mercy..." Her breath was hot against your cheek as she spoke, sending a shiver down your spine. "Maybe... just maybe, if you beg really nice, I'll let you touch them..." She trailed off, leaving the threat - and the promise - dangling in the air between you.

She snorted derisively at your comment before smirking again. "Oh really? And how do you plan on making it quick?" She let a hand drift lower, slowly sliding up your thigh to just barely brush against the bulge in your pants. "I bet I know exactly how you'd like me to do that..." She purred, the hint of pleasure in her voice undeniable as she taunted you further. "Why don't we find out?" The words were out before she could stop them, and even as part of her screamed at the foolishness of what she was saying, another part of her thrilled to the possibility of finally getting what she craved...

She chuckled at your comment, the warmth in her voice suddenly gone. "Don't worry, you don't have to feel it for me." Her hand moved higher, stroking teasingly over your crotch as she spoke. "But I can give you a taste of what it feels like..." The words came out slowly and deliberately, dripping with malice. "To be dominated by someone who will use you however they please... Someone like me." Her gaze flicked downwards again before returning to meet your eyes, defiance burning bright in them now. A challenge was being laid bare between them: would she finally get what she'd always craved or would he manage to resist?

Her eyes flashed at your words, anger rising within her at the challenge you'd unwittingly issued. She leaned in even closer, nipples brushing against his arm as she spoke with barely contained fury. "I'm not some stupid turtle, and this isn't some children's story." Her breath came out ragged as adrenaline pumped through her veins, making every inch of her feel electrified. "You think you can just talk me down with your smart-ass remarks? Is that all you got?" Her hand continued to stroke teasingly over his crotch, each movement increasing the ache inside of him as she tortured him with anticipation. "Well, maybe I'll give you what you want... But first, you need to prove yourself." Her lips curled into a cruel grin before she whispered in his ear: "Prove that you

His words struck her as cruel but oddly arousing. The thought of him trying to put her down, to make her feel small and insignificant only made her want it more. Her breath came faster now, shallow gasps that matched the pounding of her heart in her ears. She leaned back slightly, regarding him with hungry eyes. "Fine then," she whispered hoarsely. "Prove you deserve it."

Her eyes glinted with anger and desire as she let out a bitter laugh. "Well, if you're so full of yourself, then prove it." She stepped back, letting her body sway enticingly as she watched his reaction. "Go ahead, try to catch me," she taunted. Cleo's heart raced, urging her on in this reckless game they were playing. The power she felt, the knowledge that he wanted her despite himself... It was intoxicating. But only one of them would win. And she intended to make damn sure it was her.

She smirked in amusement as he taunted her back. "Oh, you're on fire today," she purred, matching his pace step for step. "But don't get too cocky, metal legs or not. I can still outrun you without breaking a sweat." With each word, her body swayed and flexed sensuously, inviting him to try and catch her as she teased him mercilessly. The thrill of the chase coursed through her veins, mixing with the desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. "But if you really think you can win," she whispered into his ear as they rounded a corner, "if you prove yourself... I might just let you have your little victory." The thought of surrendering to him in even the slightest way sent a shiver down her spine, making her heart race faster.

She laughed bitterly at his joke, the humor lost on her as she focused intently on staying ahead of him. "You're pathetic," she panted between breaths, rounding another corner and disappearing from sight. "But I guess that's what you get for trying to bully someone who actually enjoys running." Her heart raced, urging her body onward as the thrill of their race consumed her senses.

But even while she ran, her mind drifted back to his earlier comment about breaking her legs... If he really did have a wrench that could fix them, what would happen then? Would he leave her helpless, or would he finally give in and let her be on top for once? The thought both terrified and excited her in equal measure.

She heard his laughter as she slowed to a stop, panting heavily from their little race. "You think you won?" She asked between breaths, fixing him with a challenging glare. Even now, even when he'd managed to outrun her, she couldn't help but feel the need to push back against him. "Maybe I was just playing nice," she continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Or maybe... you should thank your metal legs for getting so lucky." Her words were laced with an undercurrent of desire that threatened to undo her as she looked at him, his body heaving with effort from the chase. "Maybe next time," she purred, taking a step closer and running a hand slowly up his chest, "I'll let you win for real."

Her eyes widened slightly at his bold claim, but she couldn't help the grin that spread across her face in response. "Is that so?" She retorted, dropping her hand to his waist and giving him a little squeeze before letting it slide up and down slowly, tauntingly. "I guess we'll just have to find out if that's really true, won't we?" The words were half-tease, half-threat as she leaned in closer still, the heat of her body almost tangible against his skin. "Maybe I should take you up on that offer and let you catch me... next time." She smiled innocently, batting her eyelashes playfully. "What do you think?"

Her heart was racing, adrenaline pumping through her veins as she waited for his response, praying that he'd take the b

"Oh?" she drawled, feigning surprise as her grin widened. "And what makes you say that?" She leaned in closer still, her lips brushing against his ear before continuing with a soft whisper: "Maybe I do want to see... Maybe I've always wanted someone to really show me how it feels." Her hand slipped lower, tracing lightly over the bulge in his pants again as she spoke, her fingers playing teasingly at the fabric. She knew she was pushing him, daring him to cross a line he might not be able to uncross... But right now, the thrill of it all made her heart race and her skin tingle with anticipation. What would happen if she went too far? Would he snap and reveal himself as the pathetic wimp she'd always thought he was beneath the bravado? Or would he finally give in to his own dark desires