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“I was going to bring my teddy bear, but I don’t think I need a witness today. Things could get a little…hardcore.”
“Let’s begin.”
“Actually, Troy…let’s start at the very beginning. That ball gag isn’t budging, so nods and shakes are sorta all you got. Do you remember me?”
“Hmm. Hard to tell if you’re just freaking out, or if you really don’t remember. Last year of high school? I was 18, at that party. The only party I went to back then.”
“I was new to drinking, and that cheap beer did its thing. I had dared to wear a jean skirt. For me, that was a big deal. I was a little chubby, and never liked showing my thighs.”
“But I got sick, and passed out for a bit.”
“That’s when you took a photo, while I was sleeping.”
“Did you open my legs even further for that pic? No? Yes? Anyways, that upskirt got sent to every popular guy in school. I got weird looks daily until the day I graduated.”
“Things got better for me after I moved away for college; I found my people, got laid. A lot. I actually really like sex. And I enjoy gaining weight, clearly.”
“Like I mentioned before, I saw your floozy from the old days, Tabitha, not too long ago. If she didn’t warn you I was coming, that means she was too worried I’d release the footage the two of us made, or she didn’t care about you enough. Maybe both.”
“Only the second time in my life I’ve done a B No one could have.)
(His struggles went unnoticed, and he became still, and–)
“Hey! Okay! Quit screaming, you’re gonna choke! I was just testing your limits, God. Breathe slower, you’re gonna pass out.”
“Fuck, you ARE choking. Troy hold on, lemmie…nngh. Here…Just unclasp…this…”
P- p- please…
“Breathe.”
I- I’m s-sorry…Vicki…
“You…know my name.”
Yes…Y- yeah…right a- away. I knew. I…and I’m sorry…
“Did you like, choke on your tongue…?”
Don’t know….don’t know…God…I…this is….this is…
“Troy, this was payback, for–“
This is so…fucking….
“…What?”
I…nghh…I’m so sorry about…the photo. I was…I am…an asshole. You…didn’t deserve that…
“Well…damage done. That was horrible for me.”
I know. Or…I can only imagine. But I…maybe I can make it up somehow…but…can you…?
“What, Troy?”
I wanna go back.
“Like, bayburt escort to the past? Too late for–“
Back inside your ass.
“Oh. Huh.”
I don’t deserve it, but I want it. I want to be inside…your warm…dark…
“Troy, you’ve ruined this for me. I was supposed to be torturing you! You’re my high school bully! Or at least, one of two.”
It was torture, at first. I’ve never seen someone…like you…before…up close…and–
“Look, catch your breath. I’m tired of this asthmatic version of Troy. I’m gonna go. I’ll leave you something to free your–“
Vicki.
“What.”
I was really scared.
“You were? Well, obviously you were. You think I’m a psycho. I broke in and threatened to kill you.”
I loved it. The whole thing. And being trapped under you. Trapped inside you. Please do it again.
“Look. First, I hate you, and revenge ain’t revenge if the douchebag is into it. Two, this was better with the gag on. And finally–“
What would you do to me, that you can’t with someone that you don’t hate? Because you can do that to me.
“Are you into the S&M shit normally, Troy?”
I don’t know. I don’t think so. I just…want you to do your worst to me. What would that be?
“Hmm. Hard to say, this is new for me too. I did like it when it seemed like you were almost…when you were really scared.”
Me too. I thought I was going to die. I don’t want to die, but getting close was…I loved it.
“So what, just suffocate you until you ALMOST stop moving? That’s a terrible plan. I mean, it WAS my plan until now. Now it’s YOUR plan? Your plan was supposed to be escaping, or something.”
Vicki, what could I do for you that your other lover’s wont? Other than your distain for me making it easier for you to punish me?
“Hmm. Good question. I don’t know. They usually worship me, treat me like a queen. Not really anything you could do better that they–“
What about…a bully?
“What? What are you–“
Maybe you need someone who’s scared of you…and hates you for it. Hates your body. Tells you so. Begs you, indirectly, to punish them for being so…cruel.
“But it would be bullshit. You actually seemed sorry before, I could tell. It kind of ruined the whole–“
Get off me, you fucking pig.
“…Watch bartın escort it, Troy.”
Get your disgusting body away from, you fat bitch!
“…Fuck. This works for me. How the hell would you know that this would work for me?”
Let me go, you cow!
“No winking. You’re ruining it.”
You disgust me. You smell like shit.
“Oh? Maybe you need a…oof…taste…”
What are you doing?
“You think I’m disgusting? What do you think of my big, beautiful ass?”
Get off me!
“I wanna shove you up here, Troy…”
No! Fuck you!
“I want to smother you. I want to end your life, with my asshole sealed around your mouth. I want to feel your body shudder as your soul leaves your body.”
Fuck you, you fat, fucking b–
(I’m done listening. I want you to suffocate inside my sweaty ass, Troy. You can’t speak anymore. You’ll never speak again.)
(Nice cock. I’m gonna make you cum, right before you fade away. Smothered in acres of flesh as I pump your dying cock into its final climax.)
(No sympathy. No empathy. My only gift to you is my hand on your shaft, stroking you as I drain the life out of you.)
(You’re convulsing. Are you about to cum? Or go? I really don’t care which happens to you.)
(Goodbye, Troy.)
(Stop struggling. It’s over.)
(Fade away now.)
(You–)
“Oh-ho-ho! My God!”
Guh!….Fooh!…Nnggg….
“Holy, fuck, Troy. You came so much, my God!”
I…almost….
“…Died?”
Died…yeah…
“I took that way too far, I’m sorry. I mean, I knew that was like…our plan…but I was worried at the end.”
Me…too…but that’s probably…why it was so good.
“You took some liberties with the name calling!”
Sorry. It felt…well…terrible. But you liked it…right?
“I mean, don’t say it now or I’ll deck you, but…yeah. No one talks to me like that, ever.”
I…I am really sorry about school. The photo. Bullying you.
“I get that.”
Did you really…go see Tabitha?
“Oh yeah.”
Wow. You filmed her? With you? Like this?
“Yup.”
Why?
“Blackmail? Personal use? Dunno, take your pick.”
Not with me?
“Filming? Nope.”
Why?
“Well, I thought it would intimidate you. Now I’m glad I ığdır escort didn’t. This thing became I mess, really.”
Yeah? How so?
“Well, I should hate you. But I find you oddly…intuitive…to my needs. And I like a guy with a dad bod.”
You’re not my type, at all.
“Watch your mouth, Troy. You’re still tied up, and–“
Vicki. I meant…I never found anyone your size attractive before. But something clicked. At first I was scared, even though I recognized you. Because I knew what I did to you.
But your body is…I mean…I don’t know how to describe it. Like a primordial goddess.
Something primal in my mind just…activated.
“I’ve awakened other men and women before, heh. Not surprised.”
Well…I got more than I deserved. Look at me.
“I know, it’s everywhere.”
Yeah. Anyways, Vicki…would you see me again?
“I don’t know Troy…I still don’t fully forgive you. Playing along with my dark desires earned you some unexpected bonus points, but…”
Look, how about this: I’ll leave my door unlocked every night. Just come in whenever you want, and do whatever you want to me.
“That’s not very safe, doofus.”
Not much crime in the suburbs.
“Fair point. I’ll think about it.”
Are you going to untie me before you leave?
“A bit, but I’m not leaving yet.
Really?
“Don’t seem too thrilled. I need to cum too. I think I might diddle with your nose in my pussy, since your soft now. Seriously, don’t seem so happy!”
I’m not. This sucks.
“Sure.”
I don’t want you to. Your pussy stinks.
“Mmm. Charmer.”
Don’t sit on me. You’ll break my neck.
“Alright, chill. Begging doesn’t suit you.”
Please. Please don’t.
“Hold your breathe.”
(Mmm. Well…this night went…mmm…sideways.)
(Maybe you were only a prick as a kid. Maybe you grew out of being a shit.)
(I’m warming up to you…mmm…nnngotta admit.)
(Maybe it’s not love. Obviously. Not even sure I even like you. But I like how dedicated… mmm….you are, to putting your life on the line, just so I can scratch that itch.)
(This itch. The one I don’t wanna admit.)
(…That I sorta, kinda, maybe want to know what it feels like to snuff you out, with your face pushed deep inside me. Even though..nng…I’d never want to do it for real…I like that you let me.)
(I love that I hate you enough to come…mmm…so close…)
(Mmm…something….about you…exhaling…your last breath inside me…like that… trying to suck in….mmmore…to no avail… like this…mmm…)
(Oh Troy, oh baby, oh….)
(FFFFFffuuck! Hnnng….oh fuck. Ohh…..mmm…..)
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