New Victim

Name is Yui, this is my first at the new school. I've heard the rumors, but nothing prepared me for the reality of my first day. You see, I'm not your average schoolgirl. My body is... let's just say it's curvy. The kind of curves that make jaws drop and eyes bulge. The kind of body that turns heads and whispers start. I've got tits that bounce like beach balls and an ass that could make a grown man weep. And today, it was going to get me into more trouble than I ever imagined.

"Name's Yui, nice to meet you guys."i introduced myself in front of the class, my heart racing. My cheeks were already flushed from the attention my voluptuous body had drawn from the moment I walked in. The whispers grew louder as the boys in class took in my form-fitting uniform that barely contained my ample breasts, my tight skirt hugging my round, jiggly ass. I could feel their eyes on me, hungrily devouring every inch of my flesh. Little did I know that one of these very same eyes would soon claim more than just glances.

The school day dragged on, and the tension in the air grew thicker than the smell of sweat and hormones that permeated the locker room after gym class. Finally, the bell rang, signaling the end of the day. I let out a sigh of relief, eager to escape the prying eyes and leering stares. But fate had other plans for me. As I made my way to the empty classroom to grab my forgotten book, the door slammed shut behind me, and suddenly, the air was electrified with a sinister energy.

Turning around, I came face to face with Takeru, the star of the school's basketball team and the owner of the most notorious gaze in the class. His eyes were dark and predatory, and a sly smile played on his lips. "Looks like you forgot something," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. Before I could react, his strong arms were around me, pushing me against the cold, hard wall of the classroom.

"Where you wanna go?" he said in whispering tone, his breath hot against my ear. His arms tightened around me, and I could feel the bulge in his pants pressing into my side. Panic surged through me, but my body betrayed me, my nipples hardening against the fabric of my bra and my pussy growing wet with fear and unwanted arousal.

"Afraid of a little jumpscares, eh?." when he said that, i can feel his hand discovering my ass, cupping it and squeezing it, like he was checking for ripeness. I gasped, trying to push him away, but he was too strong. He chuckled, the sound sending waves of disgust through me. "You're going to love this," he whispered, his hands sliding up my skirt, his touch burning my skin like a brand.

"No, please, stop!" I protested feebly, but my voice was lost in the sound of his zipper. His hand was now on my inner thigh, and I could feel his fingers inching closer to my panties. The room spun around me as reality set in, my heart pounding in my chest like a wild animal **** to escape a hunter's snare.

Without warning, Takeru's hand slipped beneath my waistband, his calloused fingertips brushing against the slickness of my sex. I trembled, my eyes wide with horror, as he began to stroke my clit with a confidence that suggested this was not his first time. "So wet already," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You want this as much as I do, don't you?"

I whimpered, my body's traitorous response not matching the protests that fell from my lips. His touch was rough, insistent, and despite my fear, I could feel myself growing wetter under his ministrations. "Please," I begged, "someone will come."

"No they won't, as long as you stay silent." while another hand cupped my breast, squeezing it, his thumb flicking over my stiffened nipple. A jolt of pleasure shot through me, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning. This couldn't be happening. Not to me. Not here.

My body was responding to his touch against my will, my pussy clenching around his invading fingers. He chuckled, his grip on my ass tightening as he pushed a finger into me. "You're so tight," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "But I'll loosen you up real good."

He slammed his mouth against mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I tasted the mint from his gum, the flavor mingling with the coppery taste of fear. His free hand unbuttoned his pants, and I felt his hot, hard cock spring free. The realization of what was about to happen hit me like a ton of bricks, and I tried to struggle, my legs pushing against his chest.

But Takeru was stronger, his weight pinning me to the wall. He broke the kiss and stepped back just enough to yank my skirt up, exposing my drenched panties. He stared at them for a moment, his eyes glazed with lust, before tearing them off with a swift rip. The cold air hit my bare skin, and I shivered, my pussy quivering with a mix of fear and arousal.

He stepped closer, aligning his cock with my entrance, and I felt the tip of him pressing against me. "Please," I whispered again, but his only response was to push into me with a groan. The pain was intense, and I bit down on my hand to stifle the scream that threatened to escape. He didn't ease up, just kept pushing until he was fully sheathed in my tight, virgin pussy.

"Too. . . deep," I choked out, my body trembling with the pain of his **** entry. Takeru's grip on my ass was like iron, holding me in place as he began to piston in and out of me, his hips slapping against my flesh with a sickening wet sound. His eyes bore into mine, a twisted mix of pleasure and power in his gaze that made me feel like a mere object for his use.

With each brutal thrust, I could feel myself stretching around him, my walls clenching in protest. The pain was unbearable, but the fear of being caught was even worse. I bit down harder on my hand, muffling the whimpers that escaped my throat. His breathing grew heavier, his grunts punctuating the silence of the abandoned classroom. My mind raced, trying to find a way out of this nightmare, but my body was too overwhelmed to move.

Takeru leaned in, his breath hot and ragged against my neck. "You're so tight, so sweet," he growled, his teeth grazing my skin. His other hand found its way to my mouth, his thumb pressing against my lower lip. "Open up," he demanded, and when I did, he shoved his thumb inside, his eyes never leaving mine. He began to pump into me faster, his thumb moving in rhythm with his cock, filling my mouth with the taste of my own fear.

The pain began to ebb, replaced by a strange, building pressure deep within me. I couldn't believe what was happening, that my body was reacting this way, but I couldn't ignore the sensation. My hips started to move in sync with his, my body desperately seeking some semblance of control in this violating act. His thumb popped out of my mouth with a wet sound, and he leaned in to suck on my earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. "That's it," he breathed, his voice a dark caress that sent shivers down my spine. "Take it all, baby."

My pussy clamped down around him, trying to push him out, but his grip was relentless. He thrust into me with an almost feral intensity, his eyes never leaving mine, watching every reaction as if I were a science experiment and he was eager to record the data. His free hand roamed my body, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples until I thought I would scream.

"You're going to come for me," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. "You're going to love it, and then everyone will know just how much of a slut you really are." His words cut through me, the humiliation mixing with the unwanted pleasure building deep in my core.

Takeru's thumb left my mouth and found my clit, rubbing it mercilessly. I gasped as a wave of pleasure crashed over me, my hips bucking against his hand. His grin widened, his eyes gleaming with victory. "That's it," he said, his voice low and encouraging. "Take it. Take it all."

My body was no longer my own, responding to his touch despite my mind screaming for it to stop. My pussy was slick with desire, my hips moving in time with his thrusts, my ass jiggling with every forceful pump. The pressure grew, my orgasm approaching like a runaway train, and I couldn't stop it.

As my body tightened around him, Takeru's grin grew, his eyes sparkling with triumph. "You're going to cum," he said, his voice a mix of satisfaction and disdain. "Cum for me, baby. Show me how much you love this."

My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, stealing my breath and making my legs shake. I tried to scream, but all that came out was a muffled moan as he swallowed my sounds of pleasure with another bruising kiss. His thumb didn't stop, working my clit until I was riding the edge of pain and pleasure. My body convulsed around him, my pussy spasming as he continued to fuck me through my climax.

The feeling was overwhelming, and for a brief moment, I hated myself for enjoying it. But the hate only fueled my anger and fear, making me **** to get away from him. As my orgasm subsided, I took a deep breath and pushed with all my strength, my nails digging into his shoulders. He grunted, surprised, but didn't stop.

"You're going to pay for this," I spat through gritted teeth, my voice shaking with a mix of passion and rage. But Takeru just chuckled, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "You're mine now," he said, his voice strained with his own building climax.

His hips start to move fiercely as the climax building inside him. I could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles flexed and his breath grew ragged. His strokes grew deeper, more ****, and I knew he was close. "You're going to take it all," he grunted, his eyes never leaving mine, filled with a dark possessiveness that sent a cold shiver down my spine.

My own body was still reeling from the **** pleasure he'd wrung from me, my pussy clenching around his invading cock. I hated him, hated what he was doing to me, but I couldn't deny the way my body was responding to his touch. It was a betrayal that cut deeper than any knife.

With the last thrust, he fulling me with his hot seed, I felt him swell and pulse deep inside me. His grip on my ass tightened, his cock twitching as he filled me up with his cum. The feeling of his warmth inside me was repulsive, but my body quivered with the aftershocks of pleasure, trapping me in a prison of conflicting emotions. Takeru pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and violated. He tucked himself back into his pants, his smug grin never faltering as he watched me try to cover my nakedness with my shredded panties and skirt.

"Remember," he said, leaning in close, his breath still minty, "this is our little secret. If you tell anyone, I'll make sure you regret it." He winked, and the door swung open, leaving me alone in the cold classroom, my legs shaking and my body bruised. The silence was deafening, only broken by the sound of my ragged breaths and the sticky wetness between my legs.

After that, my next day wasn't same anymore. I was a shell of myself, the vibrant and confident girl from just yesterday replaced by a trembling, fearful creature that didn't dare to look anyone in the eye. I couldn't focus in class, my mind replaying the horrific events of the day before. Takeru's touch, his words, the way he claimed me so brutally—it was a nightmare that had become a reality. I felt dirty, used, and utterly alone.

He keep asking me to do, no matter where or when is it. Like now, we're in the one of the stall in men closet. His hips rocking against mine, pushing his cock deeper into my pussy. I moaned, trying to keep the sound down, my cheek pressed against the cold metal of the toilet paper dispenser. The smell of urine and cleaning products mixed with our scents, making me feel even more degraded.

"You're going to take this," he grunted, his hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my eyes water. His other hand held my wrists above my head, his grip unyielding as he fucked me hard and fast. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed in the small space, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

The anger and humiliation from the previous day had transformed into something else entirely. A fiery determination to never let anyone see me break. But as he slammed into me, each thrust sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through my body, I knew I was on the verge of shattering. His hand tightened around my neck, and I gasped for air, my eyes watering. "Look at you," he murmured, his breath hot and moist against my cheek. "So **** for it."

"I'll make sure to labelled myself to you. " with single thrust he fulling inside me again, the warmth of his cum spreading through me, marking me as his property once more. "Good girl," he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulled out and zipped his pants.

My cheeks were wet with tears, my throat raw from the struggle not to scream. As he left, I slid down to the floor, my knees giving out beneath me. The cold tile was a stark contrast to the heat of his body, sending a shiver through me. I felt the warmth of his cum leaking out of me, staining my thighs and the floor.

Next in the pool locker room, he **** me to do a blowjob, his cock already hard again. My knees hit the cold, tiled floor with a painful thud as I stared up at him, my eyes pleading for mercy. But Takeru's eyes only glinted with excitement, his hand tangling in my hair as he guided my mouth to his crotch. "You know what to do," he said, his voice cold and commanding.

The taste of him was bitter, but I swallowed my pride along with his cock, hoping that if I did as he asked, he would leave me alone after this. His grip tightened as he pushed himself deeper into my mouth, his hips moving in a rhythm that made me gag. I could feel the eyes of the other students outside the stall, could almost hear their whispers and giggles. The thought of them knowing what was happening to me was almost as terrifying as the reality of it.

He pulled my head back, his cock glistening with my saliva, and smirked down at me. "You're a fast learner," he said, his voice a dark purr that sent a shiver down my spine. "But don't think this means you get to leave without a little something extra."

With that, he shoved himself back into my mouth, his hand moving to cup my chin, guiding me to take him deeper. I felt his hot breath on my forehead, his chest heaving with exertion. I could see the beads of sweat forming on his skin, the way his abs tensed with each thrust. The locker room outside was a cacophony of sounds: splashing water, laughter, the squeak of sneakers on wet floors. But in here, in this tiny stall, it was just us. And the fear that someone would walk in and catch us was a constant, nauseating presence.

My jaw ached and my eyes watered as he used my mouth with brutal efficiency, his hips snapping forward with each thrust. I felt his cock swell, knew he was close again. And just as the door to the locker room banged open, sending a burst of cold air and the sound of approaching footsteps, Takeru pulled out of my mouth, his cum spurting over my face and chest. I choked on a sob, the salty taste of his release mixing with the bitter taste of my own humiliation.

"Don't you dare spitt it out, swallow them. " He ordered as the first drop of cum landed on my face, hot and sticky. I obeyed, my throat constricting around his cum as he painted my face with the rest. The footsteps outside grew closer, and the locker room door slammed shut, the echo echoing through the room like a gunshot. I looked up at Takeru, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he wiped his cock with the corner of my uniform, leaving a smear of his seed on the fabric.

"Now get dressed," he said, his tone deceptively calm. "And don't forget to thank me for the lesson."

I stumbled to my feet, my knees shaking, and grabbed my clothes. The sight of my school blouse splattered with his cum made me want to vomit, but I managed to pull it on without looking in the mirror. I could feel the stickiness on my cheek and chin, a constant reminder of his ownership. As I tied my shoes, I heard the locker room door creak open again, the sound of laughter and chatter growing louder.

"Remember, this stays between us," Takeru whispered, his voice low and menacing. "Or I'll make sure everyone knows what a little slut you are." He leaned in, his breath hot on my neck, and kissed me, his cum still on his lips. "See you later, Yui," he said with a wink, and then he was gone, leaving me to face the world with the evidence of my **** smeared across my face.

The walk to the bus stop was a blur of tears and disbelief. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I'd been warned about the dangers of being too friendly, too open, but I never thought it would come to this. I felt dirty, used, and utterly powerless. I wanted to scream, to tell someone, anyone, but fear kept my mouth shut tighter than the fist that had been around my throat just moments ago.

As the bus pulled up, I took a deep breath and wiped my face as best as I could with a tissue from my bag. The driver gave me a strange look, but said nothing as I climbed on, my cheeks burning with a mix of shame and anger. I took a seat in the back, my eyes on the floor, and tried to ignore the sticky mess between my legs. The ride home was ****, each bump in the road sending a fresh wave of pain through my bruised pussy.

When I finally reached my house, I raced to the bathroom, stripping off my clothes and turning the shower to scalding hot. The water washed away the physical evidence of Takeru's ****, but not the memories. I scrubbed my skin until it was raw, trying to erase the feel of his hands on me, the taste of his cum. But it was no use. He was still there, his touch branded into my flesh, his voice echoing in my mind.

I knew I couldn't tell anyone, not my parents, not my friends. Who would believe me? The star basketball player? The school heartthrob? No, I was just the new girl with the big tits and the tight ass, asking for it. So I kept it to myself, bottling up the pain and the rage. But deep down, I knew that I had to find a way to fight back. I couldn't let him win, couldn't let him control me anymore.

The days turned into weeks, and the whispers grew louder. People talked about me, about the things they'd heard, the things Takeru had told them. I became the school's dirty little secret, the girl who'd let the star player take her in the classroom, in the locker room, wherever he wanted. I avoided the places he frequented, the eyes that judged me, the whispers that followed me like a shadow. But Takeru wasn't content to let me crawl into a hole and hide. He sought me out, his grin a constant reminder of what he'd done, what he could do again.