Chapter 132: Chapter 132 Sextortions & Light Torture He forces his way into my mouth. And I bite down hard on his lips. He winces sharply and pulls away. He roughly grabs my hair, "So you like it rough, huh?
Keep doing that, and I will make sure that everyone sees those photos." He threatens, abruptly turning my back to him and pinning me against the sink with spinning movements. The cold ceramic immediately bites at my skin. He raises my gown up over my waist, baring my panties and ass to him, I hear him groan behind me before he brings his palm down on my ass. The slap stung across my whole body. "Please stop. . . I’m begging you." I howl.
He doesn’t listen and continues his assault. My body screams at me to fight, to claw. To do anything to get him to stop. But I could only sob helplessly, begging him to stop—which he didn’t. My body trembles violently in place as he locks me in tightly with his large body that I could barely move to struggle against him. The only thing I could do was struggle against against the overwhelming mix of shame and humiliation. Screaming out no over and over in the hopes that someone would hear and come to save me from this—from him.
He stops spanking, I now feel his hands on my thighs, caressing slowly. His roughness and the act is burning my skin. I cry out louder for someone to come help me. But that seems to get him excited. "No one would come save you. You’re all mine now." He tells me.
His hand going front upwards to my private part, touching and cupping it through my panties. The last shred of my dignity breaks as his fingers come in raw contact with my vagina and tries to push in a finger into my hole and forcing it inside.
My tears flows out hot on my cheeks.
Every touch burning. I try to not feel by hiding in a shadow of my mind, but that was soon pulled down in the wake of his assault. He starts making small husky noises behind me as he sinks it in deeper.
I shouted again at the feel of pain and discomfort.
My core tightens to push the invasion.
"Look at that, you are clenching so crushingly tight around me. So that means you and him have not done it yet huh?" He sounded happy and pleased about it. "I should change your name from pet to treat then. Because you will be an interesting treat for me, won’t you? Of course you would."
He peppers kisses over the side of my face as he continues to stab his fingers inside me. I can hear the filthy, defying noise.
"The next time you smile at him, I hope you remember me and you remember this."
It continues, I have stopped pleading for him to stop and thinking when it would be all over. And the door opens just then.
The light coming on to reveal Courtney. I was flooded by relief and expectation to be left alone by him now. Courtney stood frozen, looking at me, and then him. Mouth agape in shock and surprise. "So it’s her now? The reason you rejected me?" Now it was my turn to be bewildered. What did she mean? She turns and leaves. Calix’s hold loosened, his weight lifting off me as he went after her. I fall to the floor, backing up under the sink weeping and trying to shell myself out of what just happened the past minutes ago.
But even that was impossible because it is the reason that I am here broken right now. It is crystal clear now that being in this school is a crime and a mistake.
CALIX
"Stop right there!" I call out, catching up to Courtney who is marching off. Something tells me that she is up to no good.
"Or what?" She snarls. "You want to prevent me from telling the others who your secret slut is?" She halts.
"No wonder you still haven’t gotten rid of her like we planned. You never intended to, did you? I must have looked like a senseless fool when I gave you the photos!"
"You better shut up if you know what is good for you. I won’t sit still if you run your mouth off." I calmly tell her. But people like her simply do not take calm warnings without a little battery to better put the point across. She scoffs, "Oh really?
Go say bye to your little slut because she won’t be coming here as of tomorrow."
Alarm hit me like a brick at her words. "What did you do?" I feel myself starting to slip into that dark, dangerous mood. It better not be what I’m thinking or else—
"What you flaked on. I have made certain that you won’t be seeing her anymore." She adds, waving her phone. That fully confirms my fearful thoughts. She already posted the photos on the school’s website. "Delete it. Do it now for your sake while I am asking nicely." I order.
"Or what? That dirty bitch is going to be screwed over now and there is nothing you can do you shameless bastard!" That made me snap. I pin her by her neck in a firm chokehold and try to take her phone. She throws it to the floor in an attempt to destroy it. Kicking her legs furiously at me as I try to pick it up. "Unlock it." I ask her after seeing that the phone had a lock pattern.
"I wouldn’t if you point a gun to my head. Screw you and that bitch!" She spits in my face. I clean it off, feeling mad and disgusted. She is a bratty bitch, of course she would not make it easy. Time is running out. The post has to be deleted before it gets noticed. If it already hasn’t.
I am going to show this bitch the fire that she is playing with if she does not comply soon.
Perhaps a little, light torture would do.