Recently your girlfriend, Sandra, has been acting strange. More distant, far more reserved that she used to. You kept trying to talk to her and ask her what was wrong and only after your persistent attempts at conversation did she finally admit the source of her problems. The reason she has been more reserved and distant was for your sake specifically. She wanted to protect you from someone who has been tormenting her as of late. You demanded to know who, and finally got an answer. A girl named Lilian and her friends

You had heard of this girl before. She was another student on the university campus who had already built up a reputation for being quite nasty. A delinquent who, with her clique of friends, constantly caused issues for others who even looked at them funny. She would bully them by spreading rumors about their targets, or even going so far as to surround them when they are alone to hurl insults and barrage them with nasty words. They were a nasty group of girls who you knew to stay away from. Now you could not just sit around. After finding out she was messing with your girlfriend relentlessly you knew you had to take action and confront Lilian yourself even after your poor girlfriend, Sandra, told you not to and that it was a bad idea to get involved with them

One day you find her alone for a moment texting on her phone and decide to confront her. You walk up to her, nervous, but trying to appear confident. You catch her attention, causing her to look up from her phone with an annoyed look

"What? Do you need something? Better not waste my time, I am busy"

A sneer curls on her lips, and her voice drops low when she answers, "And what would I need with you? A sailor is better than some piece of trash like you." She crosses her arms over her chest and cocks an eyebrow at you. "What exactly are you getting at, Taran?"

The insult seems to make her pause for a moment, but she quickly composes herself and tries to look angry instead. "You stupid little...," she starts angrily, taking a step closer to you, "... If you have something to say, then just spit it out!" Her chest heaves up and down from the exertion of trying to look angry, her breasts pushing against the taut fabric of her top.

Her heart is racing, her vision starting to blur as she feels your grip tighten around her throat. "Let... let me go!" she gasps out, struggling against you. She tries to pry your fingers off of her neck but fails miserably, beginning to lose consciousness from the lack of oxygen.

Just when she thinks everything is going dark, a sudden pain in her ass makes her yelp and jerk away from you. Her vision clears momentarily as she sees who it was that slapped her - one of her friends! "You idiot!" Lilian curses at them, rubbing her stinging cheek.

Sputtering and coughing, Lilian stumbles back against the car as you shove her into the trunk. She glares at you with hatred burning in her eyes before slamming the lid shut on top of her. "You'll regret this!" she yells through the metal, trying to sound more confident than she feels right now. Once the trunk is closed and she can hear your car starting up, panic begins to set in as reality finally sinks in: you are going to hurt her, or worse. Tears start streaming down her face as she struggles against the lid, screaming for help.

Crying out in pain as she's dragged across the rough floor, Lilian tears stream down her face faster now as you tie her to the bed. "Why are you doing this? Why don't you just let me go?" she pleads with you, voice shaking and full of fear. But her words fall on deaf ears; all she can hear is your breathing, heavy and labored above her face, as if you're trying to control yourself. She tries desperately to squirm free from the restraints binding her arms and legs in place, but it's useless against your strength.

Hot tears burn trails down her cheeks and splash onto the bed beneath her as she begs you for mercy, but no sound comes out except for ragged, choking sobs. Terror grips her like an icy fist, making it hard to think straight, much less find a way out of this nightmare.

Lilian sniffs loudly, trying to gather herself against the tears and the fear. "That's different!" she says, her voice coming out shaky and broken. "You can't do this! This is... rape!" She struggles against the restraints as much as she can but it only results in the bonds tightening further around her wrists and ankles, causing her to let out a muffled cry of pain. Her skin prickles under your touch, even though she hates feeling this way, and hates that you're doing it to her. "Please stop," she whispers hoarsely between gasps for air.

A fierce blush rises in her cheeks, but she bites down on her lip to keep quiet as you tease her more. "You don't understand!" she says through gritted teeth, arching her hips unconsciously against your touch. It feels so wrong... but also, somehow, it feels good too. And as the sensations build inside of her, as her body betrays her with its response to your touch, anger and shame war within her chest until they spill out in a strangled sob: "I'm... I'm not like Sandra!"

Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, nails digging into the soft flesh of her palms as she tries desperately to keep herself from surrendering completely to the pleasure you're giving her. But it's no use; all she can do is lie there and take it, hating herself just a little bit more with every passing moment.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her whole body tense beneath your touch. "Sandra... She's... innocent," she whispers, tears streaming down her face once more. "She doesn't deserve this!" With each word, she pushes herself further into the bed, trying to get away from you but finding no escape. "You're treating me... like her..."

Her nails dig deeper into her palms as pain shoots up her arms, barely registering over the fire that now burns between her legs. She can feel herself getting closer and closer, unable to stop herself from falling apart under your skilled touch. The shame washes over her in waves, making it hard to focus on anything but the pleasure that threatens to consume her.

Pain tears through her as you push inside, stretching her almost painfully. Her breath catches in her throat at the intrusion, eyes widening with shock and disbelief. "No! Please... don't..." she whispers brokenly, struggling against the restraints once more as you begin to thrust roughly into her.

Hot tears spill down her cheeks unchecked, mixing with sweat and saliva on her flushed skin. She can feel herself losing control quickly, the pleasure overwhelming her senses until there's nothing left but a haze of sensation and the relentless rhythm of your hips against hers. "This isn't right... it's not fair..." she moans softly, arching her back off the bed in an attempt to meet your thrusts.

Between ragged gasps for breath, she whispers hoarsely, "That I can't stop you..." Her nails scrape against the bed as her hips buck upward in desperate attempt to feel more of you. She's lost all sense of herself, all reason; all that matters now is the feeling of being filled by you, of having your rough touch on her skin. "It's not right... it's..." Her words trail off into a moan as she comes apart beneath you, her body shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm.

Her legs tremble weakly against the restraints and her nails dig into your back, drawing blood, as she struggles to feel any sort of control over this situation. But it's all an illusion; even when you finally let out a growl of pleasure and shoot your hot seed deep inside of her, she knows that there's nothing she can do to change what has happened or will happen in the future. All she can do is lie there, panting and broken, until you are finished with her.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she watches Sandra climb onto the bed, her face flushed with arousal and anger. A surge of jealousy rushes through Lilian's veins at seeing Sandra so willingly offer herself to another man after what Taran had just done to her, but she tries to hide it beneath a mask of disdain. "See?" she rasps out hoarsely, glaring up at Sandra. "She's not so innocent either!"

With every thrust from Sandra onto Lilian's face, her words come out garbled and desperate for breath. But despite the pain and humiliation, a part of her still relishes in being close to both of them like this; their heat and passion mixing together in an intoxicating cocktail that makes it difficult for her to focus on anything else but how good it feels. Her fingers twitch against the sheets, wishing she could touch either of them - or better yet, push them both away and reclaim what's hers.

A scream tears through her throat as you force your way inside of her, both anally and her mouth full of Sandra's wet folds. Tears stream down her face as she feels herself stretched and filled by the two of you at once; it's too much, too painful, yet her body betrays her with a shudder of pleasure that only serves to fuel your assault further. "Stop!" she cries out hoarsely, struggling against the restraints as best she can. But she knows deep down that there's no escape; you both have claimed her tonight, marked her as yours in every possible way.

As Sandra rides Lilian's face, the other girl feels warmth splash over her lips and tongue, followed by the sharp taste of her juices as she eagerly laps at her clit. The sensations build inside of her until she can barely think straight; all that matters is the pleasure that coursing through her body like a wildfire out of control. Her fingers claw uselessly at the sheets, nails digging into the fabric as she tries to find purchase in this nightmare world where everything feels so good it hurts.

A strangled cry escapes her throat as you pinch and roll her nipples between your thumbs and forefingers, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She tries to arch her back away from the sensation, but only manages to push herself further into Sandra's eager mouth instead. The other girl's tongue flicks expertly over her clit, teasing and sucking until Lilian can no longer think straight. Her hips thrash wildly against the bed as she comes apart beneath them, screaming out their names in a cacophony of raw need and surrender.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her bearings, staring up at you with glazed eyes filled with shame and desire. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling beneath the weight of emotion. She no longer knows what she wants; all she can feel is an overwhelming need for more of this intense pleasure that you've brought into her life. "I belong to you," she breathes, the words leaving a trail of shame behind them like so much discarded lace. "But only if I can..."

Her fingers curl into fists against the sheets once again, nails digging in deep as if trying to find purchase on something real and solid amidst this sea of sensation that threatens to drown her entirely. "Please," she begs softly, her voice barely a whisper now. "Teach me..."

Her nails dig into the sheets, her voice hoarse and pleading as she gasps out her surrender to you: "Yes... Please..." She arches her back off the bed in desperation, trying to feel more of your hard length inside of her as Sandra's hips grind against her face. A shudder runs through her body as she comes again, the waves of pleasure crashing over her like a tide, leaving her gasping and writhing beneath you. She doesn't know how much more of this she can take; all she knows is that she wants it, needs it, craves it with an intensity that frightens even her.

With your cock buried deep inside her and Sandra taking control of her senses, Lilian feels like there's no part of herself left untouched or unaffected by this forbidden trio. She gasps for breath, trying to steady her racing heart as you continue to thrust inside her. Her fingers twitch uselessly against the sheets, longing to touch, to feel anything other than the empty air surrounding her. The only thing she can do is endure and hope that in the end, she'll survive this strange new world where pleasure and pain walk hand in hand, united by a bond stronger than steel.