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[Britwitch]

Hello brit. Fuck any teachers today, like I told you to?

I try not to stare, at either the blood on his hands or the unquestionably strong physique standing before me. My cheeks pinking at his almost jaunty question, the lewdness within it making me shift from foot to foot nervously.

...N-no...no I didn't...

I reply, a little shocked at how quiet and soft my voice is in spite of my nerves

...but I did try...

 

[The_PG]

No?

*I raise my eyebrows and stop washing my hands. Letting the towel fall to the floor. I tilt my head to the side and cross my arms in front of me. Powerful muscles flexing slowly. I growl a bit, and then rub a hand over my stubble. I take notice of your blush and grin.*

Tell me what happened. In detail.

 

[Britwitch]

Well...

I wet my lips before beginning

I made sure I volunteered for all the after class jobs, tidying the Science lab, organising the books in the English department...making sure to bend over whenever the teachers were looking my way, asking for help reaching high shelves, squeezing past between them and their desks...

I cringe a little as I realise how cliché and desperate it sounds

I know they were looking at my ass and the Science teacher did find a reason to press me against the book case, he said he was looking for a text book, but that doesn't explain the hand he used to 'steady himself' on my chest...

I look up, long lashes surrounding my wide blue eyes

I did try...

 

[The_PG]

*It sounds interesting, but subtle. Part of your shy getup. It doesn't quite work for sluts, but you won't ever figure that out, and I don't care to really teach you. Failure, lying, and stealing all combine to put a nice little grudge in my blood. I grip your breasts and squeeze them both. The touch is much more gentle then I normally give, but I love the reaction nonetheless.*

Like this, is this how he touched your slutty breasts?

*I squeze them a bit more firmly and kiss your forehead.*

Did you ask him if you could suck his cock?

 

[Britwitch]

Like this, is this how he touched your slutty breasts?

My lips form a perfect 'o' of surprise as my eyes flick down to see your large, strong hands on my chest before looking back up to your face, just in time to watch you lean down to kiss my forehead. A soft whimper as your grip tightens, making me squirm ever so slightly, my thighs pressing together beneath my too short skirt

Did you ask him if you could suck his cock?

I was going to but then the bell rang and he left...I'm sorry...

My tone is apologetic and disappointed with myself

 

[The_PG]

Well... That's too bad.

*My tender hands turn stiff. One remains on your breast and the other darts to your pigtails. Wonderful things really. They have a perfect gripping spot. I pull your head back to bare your neck and thrust your breast into my hand which squeezes powerfully.*

What is my little slut going to do to make it up?

 

[Britwitch]

What is my little slut going to do to make it up?

I fight the instinct to struggle as you pull my hair, my neck taut and back arched, thrusting my breast into your tightened grip. My nipple hardening against your palm through the white cotton of my shirt. My wide eyes remaining on yours, although a desperation now enters my expression, a need to please

Anything you want...may I...can I...I would love to suck your cock...please...

The lick to my lips isn't entirely staged, the thought of sucking you, having you in my mouth, thrilling my body and mind

 

[The_PG]

*It sounds so... Boorish, really, but the eager look in your eyes and blush on your face convinces me otherwise. I don't change my emotion, but I do nod and let go of you. My fingers burn, but i calm them patiently as there will be plenty of hair to grab in a moment, and for a much better reason.*

You may remove my pants, but no hands.

*I watch you lower, and then glance at something else. My mind wandering and not giving a damn about your struggles. There is something right at the back of my mind, a need, an urge that you will fulfill but I can't quite figure it out just yet. Do I want your innocent, gentle touch? Or is there something else I want to give you. Something violent and disturbing... Well, I'll figure it out.*

Try your best.

*I'm not sure if you've ever done this, so you don't need to be nervous yet...

 

[Britwitch]

You may remove my pants, but no hands...Try your best.

I drop swiftly to my knees before you, a whispered 'thank you' on the way down.

I lean forward and start to try and unbutton your jeans with my teeth, cursing inwardly as my first few attempts fail and I'm reward with the metal stud cracking into my teeth.

When I eventually get it open, I'm then faced with the challenge of your fly.
Burying my face against you, breathing hard with my nose pressed into your lower abdomen, I use my tongue and teeth to wiggle the zip into my mouth. Once I'm sure I have a firm grip, I pull downwards, eyes looking up at you as I do so.

Flies undone I push up on my knees and gradually pull the jeans, using the pockets, until they are passed your hips and drop to the floor, landing in a creased heap around your ankles. Unsure how to continue I look up at you, seeking further instruction.

 

[The_PG]

*Your maddeningly childish need to be instructed tips the balance in favor of a more depraved act. I step out of my jeans and walk away without looking back. When I reach my comfortable reclining chair in front of the big black marble desk I sit in it heavily and turn around. Luckily you managed to follow me close enough. I point you underneath the desk, before sliding my chair in and trapping you there, above I flick on a timer. You have sixty seconds to figure out how to begin sucking on my cock, meanwhile I pick up my phone and make a call. Inquiring about a rather violent episode, and the life-expectancy of someone that happened much earlier.*

*I can tell my silence is hard on you when I feel shaky hands on my thighs and your rapid breathing against the fly of my cock. Satisfied with that at least, I grin.*

 

[Britwitch]

My heart is starting to pound in my chest as you trap me beneath the desk. I can hear you talking but your words are not aimed at me and are muffled by the desk.

What you want is obvious but, as always, then again nothing is ever that clear cut with you. shuffling closer, bumping my head on the underside of the desk and stifling a curse I lay trembling hands on your thighs, trying to figure out how to deal with the fact that your undershorts are still on.


I lean closer and press my mouth over your cock through your underwear.
Sucking softly on the firm flesh and soaking the material I run my tongue over your head.

Fondling the cleft of you, running around the edge.
My hands remain on your thighs, refraining from dipping between my own, as much as this turns me on...I know that to even contemplate pleasing myself before pleasing you is just not an option...

My breath is hot and my mouth hotter still as I suckle on you, balancing on my knees and trying not to bang my head again in the process

 

[The_PG]

*Your decision is one that actually surprises me. It sort of sways the decision in my mind between what i was going to do, and finding that cute little sexy place that you seem to belong. Sucking me through my boxers is actually kind of... Hot. I never would have guessed it. But it is a rather teasing act too, there is no way i could ever cum from it unless the moment was so perfect I can't even begin to describe it.*

*I hang up the phone and leave you down there, spending a good fifteen to thirty minutes going over paperwork until finally I kick out from the table and motion you out. The moment you clear the edge of the desk I pick you up and lightly place you on the table. My cock is throbbing, and when I remove my boxers it's wet and dripping, oozing precum. I catch your gaze at it and laugh.*

You like what you see little girl?

*I take your hands and pull them above your head, locking them in on one side of the desk. Then I climb onto the desk, straddling our chest and letting my cock hover over your face, dripping your spittle and my juices over your face. I wait your answer impatiently.*

 

[Britwitch]

For a while I thought I might have been forgotten about...perhaps you had someone else there to amuse you...but the constant hardening of your shaft let me know at least in that regard you were enjoying it.

You like what you see little girl?

Laid out across your desk, with your body hovering temptingly close over mine, thrills me with anticipation. I can smell your precum and can feel the warmth between my legs growing in response. I lick my lips hungrily, my eyes darting from the erection hanging just above my mouth and your expectant face.

I do, I do very much...please, please let me taste you...let me please you...

It's hard not to try and lift my head up to just taste you, properly, without the barrier that had existed under the desk but I know I shall get to taste you when you decide...and not a moment sooner...

 

[The_PG]

*I sit patiently waiting; watching your face as your eyes light with desire and hunger. I can imagine your mouth watering, in fact I don't have to as a droplet of saliva dribbles over the side of your lips. I wipe it with my thumb, before using the thumb to push the head of my cock down onto your lips; teasing them and letting my salty flavor permeate your lips. Then I slip my thumb off and my cock bounces away. I laugh, realizing I'm the one teasing.*

How does it taste baby?

*I chuckle and push my thumb into your mouth. Allowing you to suck anything you can taste off it.*

I think I could get you addicted to this... Couldn't I?

*I slowly push my cock down, keeping it a bare inch away from your lips.*

Beg.

 

[Britwitch]

The taste you offer is far too fleeting but my tongue darts out to make the most of what you offer. Lapping at the bulbous head before it's snatched out of reach.

How does it taste baby?

Good...so good...

Greedily doesn't come close to describing how my mouth latches onto your thumb. My tongue stroking the digit, my whole mouth drawing it deeper and deeper between my lips.

I think I could get you addicted to this... Couldn't I?

The whine as you remove your thumb is answer enough. My body is writhing on the desk, neck straining as I try to reach the prize you're dangling just out of reach.

Beg.

God I need it, need you. I need to feel that hard cock between my lips, on my tongue. Please give it to me...give it to me now...

 

[fuckmeat]

[Hope I'm not treading on toes but didn't get the chance to finish our scene. Please pay this worthless ex-cunt no attention whatsoever. ]

*The word shocks me, my eyes narrow and darken. You know that is about the biggest reaction I will give when I am in this mood. My fingers curl around the hammer head, and push the hilt of the wood deeper inside of your until something lurches and breaks. I push until I see your eyes beginning to roll inside of your skull. Then I rip it out. It's covered in blood and I lick it. I know that time is running out.*

That was a mistake.

*I point the hammer at your mouth, and you know I wasn't talking about the fucking hammer.*

Fuck you.

*I reach over and grab both of your wrists. I'm leaning over staring into your eyes. With a grunt I lift, pulling the nails and their wide heads clean through your arms with inhuman strength. The clean holes through your wrists spew blood violently. I place your fingers around my neck. My knees part your thighs, and I thrust my cock deep inside; the slick blood enabling me to slide easily. I begin fucking you mercilessly. I fuck you until i cum. Not caring about your pleasure, but whether from an orgasm or loss of blood your wrists slip from around my neck. That's the last straw.*

Goodbye, cunt.

*I stand and swing the hammer; bringing it down directly on your ribcage. Puncturing it with a crackle.*

When he gives me that look I suddenly know what's going to happen to me. My eyes widen and water as I start sobbing. I've already told him I don't want to die, I'm not stupid enough to beg again. The final vicious thrust of the hammer rips something deep inside of me. I lose the last shreds of my self control and flail helplessly, screaming in fresh agony. Even before he rips my arms from the cross, I've damaged myself to such a degree that bright red arterial blood is arcing from my wounds. It spatters across his evil expression, making the glint of total determination in his eyes all the more horrifying.

At that point, something in my head just snaps. My mind is no longer interested in what's happening to my body. It requires no new information regarding my suffering. In place of gut churning torture, numbness descends. I can't feel my arms around his neck. My fingers wouldn't move or grip him even if they weren't slick with blood. Hot blood sticks my small hands to the back of his neck until gravity inevitably makes them fall. I know he's fucking me but my cunt is busted, probably beyond repair. It doesn't grip him. It doesn't cum. It's loose and were it not for the psychological thrill of laying waste to me, I very much doubt he would have experienced enough in the way of sensation to blow his load up there. There was never going to be any gratification in any of this for me. This was simply about what he could take from me, which turned out to be everything.

My body has descended into shock now, the world contracting until nothing exists but my view of him, sneering down at me as he watches me go. In the end, there is an overwhelming feeling of lightness. I'm no longer connected to my body and even if I was there is no fighting this, no avoiding death. I experience a moment of total, euphoric calm and acceptance. I die knowing that I gave him everything. There will be plenty of other women to warm his bed but I gave him this.

That, he will never take from me.

Goodbye cunt.

The impact to my ribs stuns me, my eyes widening further as my short, shallow, laboured breaths finally cease.

 

[VampiricTouch]

It was the desire to dance. The ache in her body for the pent up release for freedom. Freedom from the constraints of her day, the demands of her life, the expectation of what she -had- to be and become.

To just dance.

Perhaps that was how she found herself here. The sound of the alluring beat that spoke of what she needed. Even outside those doors she could feel the bass pulse with it's dedicated rhythm. She doesn't wait there long. Not when she can feel the chill of the night air on her bared back.

The corner of her lips lift in a smile at the bouncer that waves her in. Even with her heels putting her a few inches below six feet, she felt small walking past such a large man.

The music saturated the room, pounded the air as she walked through the filled club. Her body already swaying to the beat as she merges onto the smoky dance floor.

The green lights and lasers paint her white dress an eerie green, lighting up the darkness to emphasize just how jealously that fabric clung to her small body. She makes the music sultry with each sway of her hips, a motion made punctuated by each flicker of the overhead strobe lights. The bottom hem of white dances just below the curve of her derriere, tantalizing the gaze of any that watch her.

Alone on the dance floor, amidst the sea of strange faces, she escapes from pace of life into a space, a medium without time.

She loses herself here.

 

[The_PG]

God I need it, need you. I need to feel that hard cock between my lips, on my tongue. Please give it to me...give it to me now...

*The begging has it's desired effect. I spill a drop of clear fluid off the tip of my dick, and like a string of saliva it slowly stretches before landing on your chin. I use my thumb to scrape it across your skin and into your eager mouth. I chuckle softly as i imagine you like a little bird. Craning her neck for food from her parents. With incredible patience as my cock throbs, I slowly push it down into your lips again. I then growl as you try to scarf it down.*

Slowly, slut. There you go.

*The pace i set is as much for me to keep myself on the edge, as it is to keep your from getting what you want; a mouthful of my cum. Right now I have other plans, but they include this. Getting you all worked up. I glance over my shoulder at your cunt, and reach a hand behind me to finger it, testing for moisture that I find quickly.*

Enjoying yourself slut?

*As a wave of pleasure washes over me, and a large glob of pre-cum oozes from my hole I pull the head of my cock out of your mouth, and let the stringy mixture fall on your nose. You're so cute struggling to reach it with your tongue, and straining your fingers to grab it. Another wave comes, and i spill another droplet onto your pretty face. This one high up on your cheek.*

 

[Britwitch]

I've never known a need like it. All I'm aware of, all I want, is your cock. The droplet you push into my mouth only makes my desire worse. I hungrily gobble at the head as you once more push it towards my mouth.

Slowly, slut. There you go.

I suck slowly but needily. My tongue stroke your head wantonly. Whimpering as your fingers brush my increasingly throbbing pussy, my hips jerking up and away from the cool desktop as you touch me.

Enjoying yourself slut?

I nod brazenly, lips stretched around you before you pull away and I feel coolness on my nose. Frowning, I try to reach it with my tongue. I can just brush the tip but no further. My hands clenching and straining against the restraints in a futile attempt to help.

As I feel another drop against my cheek my wide eyes look pleadingly up at you. I'm squirming beneath you, whining with the need to taste you.

My tongue darting out over my lips again and again, just in case you favour me with another drop. Desperate not to see it go to waste.

Please...pleeease....

 

[The_PG]

*Your incessant whining does little besides reach my ears. I let another drop splatter against your face. This time on your eyelid. Then I lower myself back until just the head of my throbbing cock is in your mouth, letting you suck, but only only slowly and only on the very tip until i feel enough cum building for a few more drops to land on your face. This slow, teasing method will undoubtedly drive you up the wall, so to speak. It isn't long before i check your pussy again and find it ten times as wet.*

Are you going to cum, slut?

*I place the head of my cock against your lips. Letting you suck again and not stopping you when you suck harder then I originally intended.*

Just the taste of me sets you off, doesn't it?

Well here you go. Taste it.

*I push my hips forward slightly and begin cumming. If you can't orgasm, well that's too bad. I'll have to help you. My way.*

 

[Britwitch]

I suckle whenever you bring the head of you within reach. My tongue sliding over the smooth flesh, constantly trying in vain to draw it deeper between my lips and into my waiting mouth.
My back arches and my wrists twist against the restraints. Not trying to break free, just trying to get into a position where more of your cock might slip into my mouth.

Are you going to cum, slut? Just the taste of me sets you off, doesn't it?
Well here you go. Taste it.

A louder, longer whimper as you fingers return between my thighs. My sex is dripping wet and aching with need.
Your words come a split second before you do and you almost catch me unawares, were it not for the fixation my mind has on tasting your climax.
As you cum I swallow quickly, desperate not to waste a drop.
My eyes fixed on your face as the salty seed spills down my eager throat.

 

[The_PG]

*As my cum spills deep down your gullet I watch your eyes with a satisfied smirk on my face. Once finished I clean off the head by wiping it slowly on your cheeks, just out of reach of your tongue. With a growl if sudden disappointment I slip down between your legs and check your pussy with a rough thrust of both my fingers.*

You didn't cum.

*The distaste is audible as I speak.*

Stupid cunt.

*I reach over into my desk, and return with a pair of extremely sharp scissors. I bring them down carefully in front of your brilliant blue eyes and let them sit there.*

Stick out your tongue.

*Before you can pull it back in I slice just the very tip of the scissors against it. Giving you a papercut.*

That is for not obeying.

 

[Britwitch]

A wanton groan as you fingers jam into my pussy. The flesh is tingling and swollen with arousal, teetering on the brink of climax.

You didn't cum. Stupid cunt.

Before I can try to apologise, to say your pleasure comes before mine, you produce a pair of lethal looking scissors. I swallow noisily with nerves as my eyes widen. I can see their reflection in the glinting metal as you hold the scissors over my face.

Stick out your tongue.

I obey without thinking and see the scissors move at the last second. I know what is going to happen but cannot move my tongue in time. I wince as the metal kisses my flesh and I taste the unmistakably metallic taste of blood. I quickly draw my stinging tongue into my mouth.

That is for not obeying.

I'm so sorry...please forgive me, let me make it up to you...

I'm oddly grateful. I know you could have done much worse.

 

[The_PG]

Let you?

*I chuckle and then snort. The scissors go to your hair and I clip off a not so subtle lock of it. Sure, you might be able to hide it with some fancy brushing, but otherwise it's pretty obvious and not very pretty. I hold the hair up in front of your face and drop it, blowing it against your stick face and covering you in the mess.*

What could you do that would please me enough to make it up to me? Tell me. In detail.

 

[Britwitch]

Let you?

A gasp as you cut my hair. It's nothing really but it strikes something inside me at just how much power you have and how willingly I give in, give up. My delicate nose wrinkles as you let the hair cover my face. Sticking to my nose and cheeks. Itching and tickling my skin.

What could you do that would please me enough to make it up to me? Tell me. In detail.

For a moment I panic, genuinely unsure of a suitable response, settling rapidly on simply voicing the desires at the forefront of my mind. The need to feel you inside me, stretching me, claiming me.

Untie me. Untie me and let me fuck you. Please. Let me ride you and fuck you like the needy little whore I am...please...