for the entire time you’ve been at high school, the same bitchy blonde girl has been trying to make you feel bad. she starts rumors about you, she gets her friends to pretend to ask you out, and she comments on all your posts telling you to kill yourself. she thinks you’re a shy, awkward dyke, and therefore an acceptable target– she’s made it clear before that she’s a homophobic christian, so you can drop dead for all she cares.
except you’re not a girl. and one day, you’re in the locker room together alone. huge mistake on her part. you’ve been waiting months for an opportunity like this.
the first thing you do is cover her mouth. you tell her if she screams, you’ll slit her fucking throat. you slide your other hand under her shirt. her tits are so fucking soft. you pinch one of her perky nipples and hear her squeak. “pathetic,” you say. “smaller than mine.” and you’re right. but you’re not doing all this just to grope her.
you shove your hand down her stupidly short skirt, underneath a pair of lacy panties. you rub circles around her little clit and she gasps, her legs starting to shake. paying attention to her responses, you stroke the same spot over and over.
“you don’t get to be a victim,” you hiss. “you’re going to cum as many times as it fucking takes. you’ll never be able to have sex again without thinking about me ruining you. so cum for me, you bitch.”
she tenses in your grasp, the telltale shakes coursing through her body. her voice is muffled by your hand, but it sounds like she’s pleading for you to stop. too bad it’s too late.
you’re in there for what feels like an hour. the final time you fuck her on your fingers, she squirts. her abused cunt is leaking all over the floor, but she’s long since stopped putting up a fight. in fact, you could swear she’s actually moaning now. but you’ve had enough. you let go of her, and her knees crumple. you leave her a twitching mess on the tiled floor, satisfied with your payback– for now.