Rea stood in the bathroom, the humid air clinging to her skin as she peeled off her sweaty gym clothes. The mirror reflected a vision of human vitality and beauty that was uniquely hers. At six feet tall, her body was a harmonious dance of power and grace, a blend of strong muscles and alluring curves. Her medium-length black hair, streaked with electric blue, tumbled down her back, framing a face that could be both fiercely handsome and delicately feminine. High cheekbones and a sharp jawline were softened by the fullness of her sensual lips and the playful dimple in her chin. Freckles scattered across her nose and shoulders like stars in a night sky, a gentle reminder of the sun’s kiss.
Her skin, a warm canvas of sun-kissed bronze, was adorned with the faintest of tan lines from her favorite bra and panties. Each curve and contour told a story of her dedication to health and fitness, her broad shoulders tapering down to a washboard stomach that was the envy of many. Her thighs, muscular and powerful, could easily be mistaken for those of a Greek goddess, yet the most striking feature of her form was the one she often tried to hide. Her cock, a proud and formidable symbol of her true self, hung heavy between her legs, a stark contrast to the delicate lace of her panties. It was large and thick, a testament to her unique blend of masculine and feminine attributes.
As Rea removed her sports bra, her perky C-cup breasts bounced free, the light from the fluorescent bulbs above glinting off her pierced nipples. She felt a flutter of excitement in her stomach as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, the image both familiar and thrilling. Her hand reached down to caress her cock, feeling the heat and weight of it in her palm. It was a part of her that she both loved and feared others discovering, a secret that she kept carefully guarded from the prying eyes of the world.
The sound of the bathroom door swinging open shattered the quietude, sending a jolt of alarm through Rea’s body. The cackle of laughter and the squeal of high-pitched voices pierced the air as a group of girls entered, their conversations a cacophony of gossip and snide comments. One voice, in particular, stood out from the rest—Samantha, who Rea had always thought of as one of her closest friends. Samantha strutted in with her usual confidence, surrounded by a gaggle of admirers, their giggles and whispers echoing off the tiles.
For years, Rea and Samantha had shared a bond that grew from their mutual friendship with Jake, a relationship that had started as a casual acquaintance and blossomed into something much deeper. Jake, tall and lanky with a mop of unruly blond hair and a heart of pure gold, had been Rea’s anchor in a tumultuous sea of social interactions. It was through Jake that Rea had met Samantha, and despite their stark differences, the two had found common ground in their shared love for art and music. They had spent countless hours together, swapping mixtapes and sketching in the quiet corners of the school library, while Jake looked on with a knowing smile.
But now, as Rea listened from her hiding spot behind the stall door, the conversations took a turn for the worse. Samantha’s friends were merciless in their mockery, their words a knife twisting in Rea’s heart.
“I can’t you believe you still hang out with that freak.” one of the girls said, her voice nasally and cruel.
“Yeah, Sam, what’s the deal with you and Rea?” another chimed in, her voice sticky with spite. “It’s like you’re friends with a dude in a wig. So not cute.”
Rea’s eyes narrowed, and she bit her lower lip to keep from speaking out. Her heart hammered in her chest as she listened to the venomous words. She had always felt a little out of place in their friendship triangle, but she had never imagined that Samantha’s friends could be so cruel.
“You know, it’s like she thinks she can just put on some makeup and a dress and suddenly she’s one of us,” another girl said, her voice dripping with contempt.
Samantha, adding to their fun laughed, “Oh, come on, guys, she’s not that bad…………..for a cross dressing dude!”
The room erupted in giggles, and Rea’s heart sank. She had always known that Samantha’s friends weren’t her biggest fans, but she had never heard them speak about her like this before. It was like they were tearing apart every piece of her identity and holding it up for ridicule.
“I mean, seriously, Sam,” the nasally girl said, her voice like nails on a chalkboard to Rea’s ears. “You need to tell Jake to cut her off. She’s ruining his rep. He’s totally hot ugly brother Rea is killing the vibe.”
Samantha’s laugh was not forced, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. “Guys, come on. “He’s” just going through a phase.”
The girls’ laughter grew louder, and Rea felt her cheeks burn with humiliation. “A phase?” one of them jeered. “More like a mid-life crisis that peaked in high school. She went from sexy to fucking gym rat. So not hot.”
Samantha’s eyes darted towards the stall door, guilt briefly flashing across her features before she composed herself. “Yeah, totally. It’s just weird, you know?” She laughed along, the sound hollow and forced. “I mean, who even knows what’s in her pants anymore?”
Their laughter grew louder, a symphony of ignorance and malice, and Rea felt her grip on her cock tighten reflexively. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of anger and betrayal coursing through her veins. This was not the Samantha she knew. This was not the Samantha who had promised to support her no matter what.
As the other girls filed out of the bathroom, their giggles fading into the hallway, Samantha called out, “I’ll meet you guys at the party later! I forgot my phone!” The door swung shut behind them, leaving Samantha alone heading back to her locker. She took a deep breath, her eyes scanning the room. The tension was palpable, a thick fog of unspoken words and cruel intentions that seemed to cling to the very air. Rea remained hidden, her breaths shallow and quick, the sound of her heartbeat echoing like a drumline in her ears.
Samantha was a picture of what society deemed ‘feminine perfection’. Standing at just over five feet tall, she was a delicate, porcelain doll with a figure that could make every man’s fantasy come to life. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back in soft, bouncy waves, and her blue eyes sparkled with a mischief that often had people eating out of her hand. Her face was a canvas of dainty features – a button nose, plump lips painted a glossy pink, and cheeks that always seemed to have a hint of blush. Her body was petite and curvy, with a tiny waist that swelled into luscious hips and a pair of breasts that seemed to defy gravity. She had the kind of body that looked like it was made for bikinis and lingerie, and she wasn’t shy about flaunting it. Her outfits were always tight and revealing, showcasing her assets with a blend of innocence and seductiveness that was utterly captivating.
With the door to the bathroom stall firmly closed, Rea listened as the clack of Samantha’s heels grew louder as she approached her locker. The sound of the locker door slamming open was like a gunshot in the silence, making Rea’s heart jump. She held her breath, her hand still wrapped around her cock, feeling the throb of anger and betrayal pulse through her.
Samantha turned on the shower, the sound of the water hitting the tiles a stark contrast to the quiet of the bathroom. She stepped out of her clothes, revealing her flawless figure to the steam that began to fill the room. Her movements were confident and practiced, a ballet of vanity and self-admiration that had been honed over years of being the center of attention. Rea’s eyes narrowed as she watched her ‘friend’ through the crack in the stall door, her emotions a tornado of confusion and hurt.
The water cascaded over Samantha’s body, turning her skin a rosy pink as the soap bubbles clung to her curves. She lathered herself up, her hands moving with the ease of someone who knew every inch of their body. Her breasts jiggled as she washed, the water droplets rolling down her toned stomach and hips, and her ass looked like it had been sculpted by the gods themselves. Despite the rage boiling in her veins, Rea couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy at the sight of Samantha’s effortless femininity.
Her hand unconsciously stroked her hardening cock, the anger coursing through her making it throb with a need she didn’t fully understand. It was as if her body was rebelling against her own sense of betrayal, responding to the very image of the woman she had always wanted to be. She had tried so hard to fit in, to be seen as beautiful and desirable, and here was Samantha, flaunting everything she had ever wanted without a care in the world.
Rea’s eyes narrowed as she watched Samantha’s delicate fingers glide over her soft skin, the envy burning like a wildfire in her chest. She had always felt like a fraud in her own body, a boy in a girl’s world, and now she was being reminded of it in the most painful way possible. Her cock stood at attention, a stark reminder of the one thing that set her apart from the other girls, the one thing she couldn’t change no matter how much she wished she could.
The water sluiced down Samantha’s back, tracing the lines of her spine before pooling at her feet. She stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a towel, her skin glistening with water and soap. Rea’s hand moved faster, her anger at Samantha’s careless words fueling the rhythm of her strokes. She was so close to exploding, her eyes squeezed shut as the tension built up in her body like a pressure cooker about to blow.
And then, without warning, the bathroom door burst open. The sound of the shower was suddenly dwarfed by the fury that stormed into the room. Rea, her eyes blazing with a fire that had been smoldering for too long, charged out of the stall, her own towel forgotten. She pinned Samantha against the cold tiles, the wet fabric of her towel slipping and revealing the soft flesh beneath. The towel fell away, leaving Samantha exposed and trembling, her eyes wide with shock and fear.
“How could you?” Rea’s voice was a whisper, the quiet before the storm. “How could you say those things about me?” Her hand trembled as it hovered over Samantha’s face, the urge to slap her best friend warring with the pain of the betrayal she felt.
Samantha’s eyes darted to the side, unable to meet Rea’s fiery gaze. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she stuttered, her voice shaking. “It’s just… they don’t get it, you know?”
But Rea was beyond words. Her hand continued to fumble with her cock, the strokes now erratic and painful. She felt the pressure building, the need for release almost overwhelming. Her eyes remained locked on Samantha’s face, her expression a twisted mix of anger and desperation. She wanted to make Samantha see her, really see her, for who she was.
“They don’t but you will,” Rea growled, her voice thick with emotion. “You will get it.” And with that, she lunged, her cock leading the way. Samantha’s eyes widened in horror as she realized what was happening, her body stiffening in panic. But there was nowhere to go, no escape from the storm that was Rea.
With a strength fueled by anger and pain, Rea pushed Samantha back onto the cold, wet floor. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the bathroom, bouncing off the tiles like a guttural scream. Samantha’s eyes were wide with terror, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ of shock as she tried to push Rea away. But Rea was relentless, her hand now gripping Samantha’s throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp.
“You where my friend,” Rea said, her voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Samantha’s spine. Her eyes, once warm and inviting, were now a frosty blue that could cut through the thickest of ice. She straddled Samantha’s trembling body, her cock, now fully erect and throbbing with need, pressing against her friend’s stomach. The warmth and softness of Samantha’s skin seemed to taunt her, a stark contrast to the coldness that had settled in her heart.
With a sudden, violent jerk, Rea grabbed Samantha’s wrists and pinned them above her head. The look of terror in Samantha’s eyes was unmistakable, her chest heaving with quick, shallow breaths. “Please, Rea,” she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of the water in the shower. “Please don’t do this.”
But Rea was deaf to her pleas, her mind a whirlwind of anger and desperation. You were one of the few people i thought i could trust!,” she repeated, her voice now a furious snarl. She positioned herself over Samantha, her cock poised at the entrance to her most vulnerable place. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!” Samantha shouted, the words echoing through the small, tiled room.
With a brutal force, Rea pushed into Samantha, the sound of her friend’s pained cry mixing with the relentless beat of the shower. Samantha’s body arched, her eyes squeezed shut in agony as she struggled against the unyielding grip on her wrists. The warm, wet heat of her was a stark contrast to the cold rage that had taken over Rea. Each thrust was a declaration of war, a violent assertion of her identity.
“This is my last secret,” Rea growled, the words echoing off the bathroom walls. Her hips moved with a ferocity that seemed to shake the very foundation of the room. Samantha’s legs, splayed open in a desperate attempt to escape, trembled uncontrollably as she was invaded, the pain a living, breathing entity that seemed to consume her. Rea felt a twisted sense of satisfaction, her anger and betrayal fueling her every movement.
The smell of soap and shampoo filled the air, a stark contrast to the raw scent of fear and unwanted desire that now permeated the space. Samantha’s eyes, once so full of life and mischief, were now glassy with pain and shock, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her body was a battleground, a canvas for Rea’s rage and hurt, each thrust a declaration of the truth she had kept hidden for so long.
“Pleaee! SOMEONE HELP! HELP!,” Samanrha yelled, her voice bouncing off the tiles, Rea’s eyes, now wild and unrecognizable, bore into Samantha’s soul as she drove into her deeper and deeper, her cock a weapon of vengeance. The sound of their bodies slapping together was punctuated by Samantha’s choked gasps for air, the wetness of the floor making it impossible for her to find any traction.
But the fight in Samantha was not entirely extinguished. With a sudden burst of adrenaline, she managed to bring her knee up, slamming it into Rea’s side. The impact was enough to knock the wind out of Rea and loosen her grip. Samantha took the opportunity to twist out from under her and scramble to her feet, her heart racing and her entire body trembling. She grabbed a nearby bottle of shampoo, holding it like a weapon as she backed away, her eyes never leaving Rea’s.
Rea, however, was not about to let her go so easily. She stood up, her cock still erect and her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and hurt. “You’re going to pay for what you said,” she snarled, advancing on Samantha again. Her movements were more deliberate now, more calculated. She wasn’t going to let her friend get away without facing the consequences of her words.
Samantha’s fear had transformed into something else entirely. Her grip on the shampoo bottle tightened as she prepared to defend herself. “Rea, please,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I didn’t mean it. I was just trying to fit in.”
But Rea was beyond words, beyond the pain of rejection and the sting of betrayal. She lunged again, her movements swift and decisive. Samantha tried to dodge, her reflexes honed from years of dealing with unwanted advances, but Rea was too fast, too strong. The bottle of shampoo slipped from her grasp, bouncing on the floor as she was pinned once more, the splattered shampoo lathered her body makingnitnharder to try andngwt away from Rea and her big thick, cock.
Rea’s anger had morphed into something else, something darker and more primal. Her eyes, once filled with fury, now gleamed with a twisted pleasure as she felt Samantha’s pussy clench around her, tightening with every thrust. It was as if she had been waiting for this moment, yearning to claim what she had been denied for so long. Samantha’s moans of pain began to bring out something else in Rea. It was a sound she had heard before, a sound that usually made her turn red and cover her ears, but now it only served to fuel her depravity.
With each deep, powerful push, she felt Samantha’s body respond in ways she never thought possible. The girl she had once called a friend was now beneath her, her body writhing and trembling with each penetration. Rea’s strokes grew smoother, more deliberate, as she savored the feeling of dominance that surged through her. The water from the shower had turned cold, but she barely noticed, the heat of her anger and the slickness of Samantha’s body keeping her warm.
Samantha’s cries had turned to whimpers, her eyes squeezed shut as tears leaked out, tracing paths down her cheeks. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body no longer fighting, but simply trying to survive the onslaught. Rea leaned down, her breath hot against Samantha’s ear, and whispered, “You see me now, don’t you?” The words were like a dark mantra, a declaration of victory over the girl who had once accepted her but now lay broken beneath her.
The taste of Samantha’s fear and pain was like a drug, and Rea was hooked. Each moan, each twitch of her body was a hit, and she craved more. She moved faster, her hips a blur as she drove her cock into Samantha’s trembling body. The sound of their wet skin slapping together filled the bathroom, a macabre soundtrack to the scene unfolding before them.
Samantha’s eyes were screwed shut, her face a mask of silent agony. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the shower water to form rivers that carved their way down her neck and chest. Her breaths were shallow, her body no longer fighting, but simply enduring the violation.
Rea cups her left breast while pinching her nipple with the fingers of the same hand. She felt the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within her, the kind that made her toes curl and her vision swim. She looked down at Samantha, whose eyes were squeezed shut, a silent river of tears flowing down her cheeks. The sight of her friend’s pain brought Rea a twisted pleasure she had never felt before. She leaned in, her teeth grazing Samantha’s earlobe as she whispered, “You like it, don’t you? You’ve always wanted this, haven’t you?”
“No. No. No. No. No.” Samantha cried. “Yes you have. I bet Jake never takes it like this. You’re his girl. Not his plaything. He’s gotten fucking soft. He should’ve taught you better. You’re just a cheap whore,” Rea spat the words out, her voice a mix of anger and pleasure. Each thrust of her cock was met with a wet smack as Samantha’s pussy took her in. Samantha’s cries had turned to whimpers, her body no longer able to fight back. Her eyes were squeezed shut, but the tears continued to fall with a sad pathetic mask on her face.
Rea hooked two fingers from both hands into Samanth’s mouth and pulled it back into a sick portral of a twisted smile. “Don’t whimper slut. I wanna hear you moan, beg, and scream.” Samantha’s eyes fluttered open, full of fear and pain. She couldn’t even find the strength to protest, her body was too busy trying to deal with the overwhelming sensations of Rea’s cock inside her.
“Understand?” Rea’s pulled her fingers back harder and the skin aroind Samantha’s mouth tightened, her voice a low, dark whisper. Samantha nodded weakly, her eyes pleading for mercy that wasn’t coming. “I can’t fucking hear you.”
“Yee…esh,” Samantha managed to croak out through her held open mouth, her voice hoarse from screaming. Her body was no longer fighting Rea, but had succumbed to the relentless rhythm of the violation. Rea’s thrusts grew deeper, her grip on Samantha’s wrists tightening as she pushed her down into the cold, wet floor. Each time she bottomed out, Samantha’s body would jolt, a silent plea for it to stop. But the pain had become dull the pain now slowly replaced by pleasure Samantha didn’t want.
Rea smirked, feeling the change in Samantha’s body. “That’s right,” she hissed, her voice a dark symphony of malice and satisfaction. “Take it like the little slut you are.” She pulled out almost completely, only to slam back in with a force that made Samantha’s eyes roll back in her head. “You like that, don’t you?”
Samantha’s breath hitched, and she couldn’t hold back a low moan. Her body was betraying her, responding to the punishment in ways she didn’t want it to. “P-please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the shower.
Rea’s smirk grew into a full-blown grin, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “Oh, you do like it,” she said, her voice a low purr. “You like it when I treat you like the whore you are.” She leaned down, her cock still pistoning in and out of Samantha, and kissed her hard, forcing her tongue into her mouth. Samantha’s eyes widened in shock, but she couldn’t push Rea away.
The taste of mint toothpaste and fear mingled on Samantha’s tongue as Rea’s kiss grew more demanding. Samantha felt a strange mix of repulsion and arousal, her body responding in ways she had never experienced before. Her pussy grew wetter, her clit swelling with each brutal thrust, and she realized with a mix of horror and fascination that she was getting turned on.
Rea felt it too, the way Samantha’s body was betraying her, and it only made her angrier. She pulled back, her eyes blazing with a fury that seemed to have no end. “You’re just like the rest of them,” she spat. “You want it rough. You want it dirty.” She leaned down, her teeth bared in a snarl, and bit Samantha’s neck, hard enough to leave a mark.
Samantha’s moan was a mix of pain and pleasure, and it sent a jolt through Rea’s body. She picked up the pace, her cock slamming into Samantha with a ferocity that was almost frightening. Rea released her mouth from her hooked fingers and pulled her up almost kneeling. Gleefully she twisted Samantha’s nipples as she plowed her relentlessly.
“Look at me,” Rea demanded, her voice thick with lust and anger. Samantha’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Rea’s gaze, which was now a wild, untamed blue. The fear in Samantha’s eyes only served to fuel Rea’s desire. “You’re mine now,” she whispered, her breath hot and heavy. “You’re going to cum for me, like the good little slut you are.”
Her words were a slap in the face, a stark reminder of the power dynamics that had shifted in that small, tiled room. Samantha’s body was no longer her own; it was a plaything for Rea’s anger and need. With every thrust, she felt herself slipping further into the abyss of submission, her mind racing with the realization that she was being used in the most primal way.
Rea the last employee ssid she would lock up after Samantha andbher friends left. Smiling she realised everyone elsenwas gone, leaving only the sound of the shower and the echo of their harsh breaths and the slap of skin on skin. The floor was slick with a mix of water and the growing wetness between Samantha’s legs, a testament to the depraved dance they were engaged in.
With each hard thrust, Samantha felt a new level of pain and humiliation. But beneath it all, a spark of something else was growing. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, something dark and intoxicating. Her body was responding to Rea’s dominance, her pussy clenching around the cock that was invading her, the pleasure mixing with the pain until she couldn’t tell which was which.
Rea’s grip on her wrists tightened, her strokes growing more erratic as she approached her climax. “You’re going to cum for me,” she growled, her voice a low rumble that seemed to shake the very walls of the bathroom. “You’re going to scream my name and admit that you’re just a dirty little slut who deserves this.”
Samantha’s eyes met hers, a mix of anger and desperation in her gaze. But there was something else there too, something that made Rea’s stomach clench in anticipation. It was a spark of defiance, a challenge that Rea couldn’t resist. She slammed into Samantha harder, her hips moving with a brutal efficiency that seemed almost mechanical.
The sound of their bodies slapping together grew louder, the slickness of their skin making each impact resonate through the room. Samantha’s moans grew louder too, turning from whimpers of pain to something else entirely. It was a sound that seemed to resonate in Rea’s very soul, a siren’s call that she couldn’t ignore.
Her breaths grew ragged, her body tightening with the approaching release. “Cum for me,” Rea demanded, her voice a low, guttural growl. “Show me how much you love it.” And with those words, something in Samantha snapped.
Her eyes, once glazed with pain and fear, now burned with a fiery determination. She threw her head back and screamed, the sound a mix of pleasure and rage. Her body bucked upward, meeting Rea’s thrusts with a fervor that surprised them both. The pain was still there, but it was no longer the sole focus. Instead, it was a part of the dark symphony playing in her body, a symphony that was reaching its crescendo.
Rea felt the change in Samantha’s body, the way she arched up to meet each thrust, her pussy clenching around her cock like a vice. It was a heady feeling, one that she had never experienced before. She had always been the one in control, the one calling the shots, but now she was the one being driven to the edge.
Samantha’s body responded with a shiver, her muscles tightening around Rea’s cock. It was as if she had flipped a switch, transforming from a victim to a participant in this twisted game. Rea felt a thrill of power run through her, her strokes becoming more deliberate, more controlled.
“You like that, don’t you?” she taunted, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You like it when I treat you like the slut you are.” Samantha’s moans grew louder, and Rea could feel her body tensing up. She knew she was close. “Say it,” she demanded. “Say you’re a slut.”
Samantha’s eyes fluttered open, a mix of anger and desperation swirling in their depths. “No,” she choked out, her voice hoarse from screaming. “I’m not.” But her body was telling a different story. Her pussy was clenching around Rea’s cock like a fist, her hips rising to meet each thrust.
The pleasure was like a tidal wave, crushing her under its weight. She could feel her orgasm building, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to drown her in a sea of ecstasy. Her body was no longer her own, a vessel for Rea’s use as she pleased. The world around her faded away, leaving only the feel of Rea’s cock inside her and the sound of their harsh breaths filling the air.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a scream that was equal parts pleasure and protest. Her muscles clenched around Rea, her pussy spasming with the intensity of her climax. It was a feeling she had never known before, a blend of agony and euphoria that seemed to consume her entire being. Her mind was a blank canvas, wiped clean of thought, of fear, of everything except the exquisite felling of being Rea’s possession.
The world around her disappeared as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her trembling and exposed. The only thing she could feel was the relentless pounding of Rea’s cock, the warmth of her own juices mixing with the cold water from the shower, and the sting of the bite marks on her neck. The pain was a distant memory, replaced by a white-hot need that consumed her entirely.
As Samantha’s orgasm ripped through her, Rea leaned back, her own climax approaching. She released Samantha’s wrists and took her breasts in her hands, playing with her own nipples as she watched the show of submission before her. Her chest heaved with each breath, her eyes locked on Samantha’s blank face looking back at her, the ultimate expression of pleasure and submission.
With a grunt, Rea reached down and grabbed Samantha’s hair, yanking her head back as she drove into her one last time. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a testament to the raw power of the moment. “You’re mine,” she growled, her voice thick with lust. “Say it.”
Samantha’s eyelids fluttered, her eyes glazed with passion and defeat. “I’m yours,” she murmured, the words barely audible. It was all the encouragement Rea needed. With a roar, she slammed into Samantha, her cock erupting deep inside her. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before, a powerful release that seemed to shake her to her very core.
The warmth of her cum filled Samantha, a stark contrast to the coldness of the shower water that continued to rain down on them. Rea’s grip on her hair tightened, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she rode out the last waves of her climax. Samantha’s body went limp beneath her, the fight drained from her.
As the final spasms of pleasure left her, Rea’s grip loosened, and she pulled out, leaving Samantha’s pussy feeling empty and violated. She stepped back, her cock still erect, watching as Samantha’s body slumped to the floor. Watching Samantha’s open mouth Rea smiled. “Your not dont yet you back stabbing cockwhore.”
Rea grabbed Samantha by the hair and turned her over onto her back, her cock glistening with their combined juices. “You’re going to take it all,” she said, her voice a low, dark promise. “Every last inch.”
Samantha’s eyes widened as Rea’s cock approached her mouth, but she had no time to protest. With a vicious shove, Rea forced the thick head past her lips, and Samantha’s eyes watered as she gagged on the unyielding girth. Her throat constricted around the intrusion, and she felt a sickening mix of fear and arousal as Rea’s cock filled her mouth.
Her tongue fought against the salty, foreign taste, and her throat muscles spasmed as she desperately tried to breathe. But Rea was relentless, pushing deeper and deeper until Samantha’s nose was buried in her crotch. The sound of her own choking was drowned out by the water’s steady patter, and she could feel the beginnings of a panic attack building in her chest.
Rea’s eyes gleamed with a sadistic pleasure as she watched Samantha’s eyes water and her face turn red. She grabbed the back of Samantha’s head, holding her in place as she pumped her cock in and out of her mouth. The sensation was almost too much to bear, a heady cocktail that had her on the edge of insanity.
Samantha’s gag reflex was kicking in, her throat trying to expel the intrusion, but Rea’s grip was unyielding. “Take it,” she hissed, her voice thick with the power of the moment. “Take all of me.” Samantha’s eyes were wide with desperation, but there was something else there too, something that made Rea’s cock throb even more.
It was the look of a creature caught in a trap, helpless and broken, and it was intoxicating. Rea pushed harder and faster, watching with a mix of anger and pleasure as Samantha’s eyes watered and her throat bulged around her shaft. She could feel Samantha’s teeth scraping against her cock, and she knew she was close to the edge. But she wasn’t going to let her off that easily.
Rea’s hands tightened in Samantha’s hair, her knuckles turning white with the effort. Each time Samantha’s gag reflex kicked in, she would pull back, only to thrust in again as soon as she could breathe. The room was filled with the sounds of Samantha’s choking gasps and the wet, sloppy noises of her mouth being fucked. It was a symphony of domination, a soundtrack to the power play that had unfolded before them.
Samantha’s eyes were watering, her tears and spit running down her face in streaks and globs as she struggled to take Rea’s cock. She had never felt so powerless, so used, and yet, there was something in the back of her mind that was enjoying it. It was a dark thought, one she didn’t want to acknowledge, but it was there, lurking in the shadows like a predator waiting to pounce.
Rea’s grip on her hair was unyielding, fucking her face faster and faster to her cock with each thrust. Samantha could feel her throat stretching, her gag reflex trying to fight back against the relentless invasion. She could feel the warmth of Rea’s pre cum in her mouth, the taste of it mixing with the salty tang of her own sweat and pussy. She knew she was going to be sore tomorrow, that her throat would be raw and her jaw would ache, but in that moment, she didn’t care.
Her eyes watered, and she felt the beginnings of a panic attack, but she didn’t dare protest. Rea had her pinned, her cock sliding in and out of her mouth like a piston, and all she could do was take it. Her chest heaved with the effort to breathe, and she could feel drool spilling out of the corners of her mouth, down her chin, and onto her chest. Her face and hair were a mess.
Each time Rea pulled back, Samantha would gasp for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to fill her lungs. But Rea was merciless, plunging back in before she had a chance to recover. The taste of pre-cum was bitter on her tongue, but it only served to fuel the fire burning deep within her. She could feel her own arousal growing, her pussy clenching around the memory of Rea’s cock, and she hated herself for it.
Rea’s thrusts grew more erratic, her breaths coming in harsh pants. The sight of Samantha, her face a mess of tears and saliva, her eyes pleading for release, was almost too much to bear. She felt a primal need to mark her again, to claim her in the most basic way possible. And as she stared down at her, she knew that this was just the beginning.
With a final, brutal thrust, Rea pulled out of Samantha’s mouth, her cock glistening with the proof of her dominance. Samantha’s eyes rolled back in her head, her chest heaving as she gasped for air, her throat raw and abused. But Rea wasn’t done with her yet.
Turning Samantha onto her back, she lined her cock up with her friend’s mouth again. “Take it,” she ordered, her voice low and menacing. Samantha’s eyes were wide with fear and shock, but she knew better than to disobey. She opened her mouth, and Rea pushed back in, her cock scraping the sensitive skin of Samantha’s throat.
Samantha’s eyes watered as she gagged on the thickness of Rea’s cock, her throat spasming around it. Rea watched with a sadistic glee as Samantha’s body reacted to the forced blowjob, her pussy growing wetter and her breathing growing more erratic. She pulled back, allowing Samantha a brief moment to gasp for air, only to slam back in with renewed vigor.
The room was filled with the sounds of choking and gagging, punctuated by Rea’s grunts of pleasure. Samantha’s hands clawed at the shower floor, her nails scraping against the tile as she tried to find some semblance of control. But there was none to be had; she was completely at Rea’s mercy, and she knew it.
Rea’s thrusts grew slower, more deliberate, as she felt the tension building in her body. She was going to cum again, and this time, she wanted Samantha to swallow every drop. She grabbed Samantha’s throat with one hand, squeezing gently to remind her who was in charge. “Look at me,” she ordered, her voice a low growl. Samantha’s eyes met hers, and Rea could see the desperation in them.
With a final, deep thrust, Rea’s cock hit the back of Samantha’s throat, and she could feel the muscles spasming around her. She tightened her grip, her thumb pressing against Samantha’s windpipe as she held her in place. Samantha’s eyes rolled back in her head, and her body went limp. The fight had left her, and she was nothing more than a vessel for Rea’s release.
Rea’s hips bucked, her body shaking with the intensity of her climax. She could feel her cock pulsing, shooting ropes of cum down Samantha’s throat. The grip on her throat loosened, and she pulled out, watching with a mix of satisfaction and horror as Samantha’s mouth fell open, her tongue lolling out. Her eyes were closed, and her chest rose and fell in deep, ragged breaths.
The water from the shower continued to rain down on them, washing away the evidence of their encounter. Rea stepped back, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She looked down at Samantha, sprawled on the floor, and felt a strange mix of emotions. There was anger, of course, but there was also something else. A sense of power that was more intoxicating than any drug she had ever taken.
Without a word, she stood, turned, and strode out of the shower, her cock still hard and glistening. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her waist, leaving Samantha’s naked body to the mercy of the cold water. Reaching into her locker, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number with a frown.
Someone picked up on the second ring, and she barked into the receiver, “Hey, bitchboy, I did it again.” There was a pause, and she could almost hear the frown in his voice when he replied, “Again? Again?………..OH SHIT, AGAIN!?!? Fucking hell Rea.”
Looking down at Samantha’s trembling form, she smirked. “Yeah, she’s just lying there, used and pathetic. Just like you.” She stepped over her, her boots leaving a wet imprint on the floor. “Get your sorry ass to the gym. Now before i cut off your weekly dose of cock and rat to your girlfriend.” The words were as cold as the shower water still spraying over Samantha’s limp body.
The voice on the other end of the line grew eager, “Yes, Rea. I’ll be right there.” She could almost see the desperation in his eyes, his need to please her. It was a thrill she never tired of. She disconnected the call and stepped out of the shower, leaving a sleeping Samantha to the cold embrace of the water.
Across town, Jake’s heart sank as he hung up the phone. He knew that tone in Rea’s voice, the one that meant she had crossed another line, the one that always left him questioning his place in their twisted friendship. He grabbed his jacket and keys, muttering to himself, “The things a boy does for cock. What the fuck did she do now?” as he hurried out the door.