for the entire time youâve been at high school, the same bitchy blonde girl has been trying to make you feel bad. she starts rumors about you, she gets her friends to pretend to ask you out, and she comments on all your posts telling you to kill yourself. she thinks youâre a shy, awkward dyke, and therefore an acceptable targetâ sheâs made it clear before that sheâs a homophobic christian, so you can drop dead for all she cares.
except youâre not a girl. and one day, youâre in the locker room together alone. huge mistake on her part. youâve been waiting months for an opportunity like this.
the first thing you do is cover her mouth. you tell her if she screams, youâll slit her fucking throat. you slide your other hand under her shirt. her tits are so fucking soft. you pinch one of her perky nipples and hear her squeak. âpathetic,â you say. âsmaller than mine.â and youâre right. but youâre not doing all this just to grope her.
you shove your hand down her stupidly short skirt, underneath a pair of lacy panties. you rub circles around her little clit and she gasps, her legs starting to shake. paying attention to her responses, you stroke the same spot over and over.
âyou donât get to be a victim,â you hiss. âyouâre going to cum as many times as it fucking takes. youâll never be able to have sex again without thinking about me ruining you. so cum for me, you bitch.â
she tenses in your grasp, the telltale shakes coursing through her body. her voice is muffled by your hand, but it sounds like sheâs pleading for you to stop. too bad itâs too late.
youâre in there for what feels like an hour. the final time you fuck her on your fingers, she squirts. her abused cunt is leaking all over the floor, but sheâs long since stopped putting up a fight. in fact, you could swear sheâs actually moaning now. but youâve had enough. you let go of her, and her knees crumple. you leave her a twitching mess on the tiled floor, satisfied with your paybackâ for now.