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Whenever Sarah took a whirlwind of notes in Religion class, I loved watching her. With the way she bit her lip, her beautiful blonde locks framing those piercing, baby blue eyes, I could barely keep my hands on my desk. Her lips should’ve been in my teeth. I should have been on her mind—not abstinence and the “evils” of homosexuality, the topics of the hour. Fuck Sister Angeline. My innocent little crush on Sarah had lasted eight months. Now, it had become full-blown lust. No matter how straight she was, I was gonna make this adorable, chaste little blonde with bright blue eyes lick my pussy until I came. And I wasn’t about to let some snobbish nun try and stop me
I needed to break her and break her now. Truth be told, Sarah had surprised me when she agreed to come over for homework. We hadn’t spoken much; she had her friends, I had mine, and I had never really found a way to cross her path. But when I hovered at her desk as she packed up and offered a study session with her, it never occurred to her that I might have intentions. She agreed immediately with a smile, and I walked her towards her next class while we switched phone numbers and we hammered out the details.
Seeing her show up at my doorstep was a dream come true for me—even more so that my perverted freak of a father was out working late at his job. Though all my friends wondered he was handsome, I knew he wanted to fuck any of them that were eager. Hell, with his thing for those cute, tight little girls, I wouldn’t have put it past him to be eager to let me straddle him if I offered to fuck his brains out.
But he was gone for the next two hours, and Sarah was here. Her golden curls framed those piercing, gorgeous blue eyes perfectly. That tight white blouse hugged her lithe little body so nicely. That plaid skirt hung above her pale, skinny white legs. And that beautiful smile just begged to be planted against my lips. Although she was just freshly eighteen years old, her innocence chipped a good two or three years off of her. That, and her features, like the fact that her tits hadn’t developed yet. I actually really liked that about her. Made her seem… nubile, pure, and a lot younger than she really was. And here she was at my doorstep, a lamb for the fucking slaughter.
Once I got Sarah upstairs in my bedroom to drop her things off, I closed the door and quietly locked it, just in case he came home early. There was no way that gross pervert I called a dad was gonna walk in on me force-feeding this pretty little angel my sopping wet pussy.
“This is a great room!” Sarah murmured, taking in the pretty paintings on my walls. “So nice and organized. But charming. Really, how do you—”
I didn’t have time for this shit. I muffled her by shoving my lips against hers. God, they tasted so delicious. I could kiss those lips all fucking night.
“Jessie!” Sarah gasped, freeing herself for a second. “What are you doing?”
“Kissing you,” I smiled. “God, I’ve waited so long to do that.”
“What?” Sarah began to tremble. “You… Jessie, are you… gay?”
Part of me wanted to stop before I did this to her. I really did love this girl, and long nights had been spent dreaming about dates, held hands, warm fuzzy memories… but none of that satisfied the hunger inside me. Even now, staring at her shocked look—those piercing eyes, filled with hurt and fear—I longed to take her spirit into my hands, wring out the light from it, then shove it back in and make her an empty vessel.
“Jessie…? You’re… scaring me.”
“Oh. Yeah, I’m gay.”
“But… you’re so cool. How could you be… gay?” Sarah shivered, her eyes tearing up. “I just wanted to be friends with you so much. We never got to talk…”
Really? That got my attention. But it was too late for that now.
I smiled darkly, taking in those tight Catholic schoolgirl clothes. My god, with such tiny boobs, she could’ve passed for younger. Something about that fucked up wondered made this all the sweeter. “Want to know why I kissed you?”
The poor thing actually shuddered. “Because you… have a crush… on me?”
“That, and I have to kiss someone for the hypnosis to start.”
“The… what?”
Already, I was wet as ever. “Sarah? Lay backwards on my bed and show me your pink pussy.”
“Jessie! What the… heck are…”
That glowing sparkle in her eyes had started fading away. Her face slackened as she slid her messenger bag to my floor with a thud. I loved watching it happen. It took me kissing someone, but if I started giving them orders in the next few minutes, they were putty in my hands. As I focused my mind and pushed her hard, Sarah stumbled slightly, then climbed backwards onto my bed. In hard, twitching movements—she was fighting it, I could tell—her hand pulled her skirt back, enough to reveal white panties. Her other hand tugged them apart as her ankles slowly forced themselves aside for me.
Perfect. Her mound was bald. Just how I liked them. Now she really did look like she was too young. Something about corrupting her when she looked like she was three grades behind was sickeningly a giant turn-on. “You little slut. You shave?”
Distantly and quietly, Sarah whimpered: “What am I… doing…?”
Checking the door again with a glance, I turned back and smiled sweetly. “Whatever the fuck I want.” Staring at this girl trapped into offering herself up to me, I licked my lips in ravenous anticipation. Her sweet, bare pussy looked amazing.
“God, you’re so pretty.” I smiled, my hand brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Jessie…? Why are you… doing this… to me?”
“Because I’ve wanted to fuck your brains out for nearly a year, and now I’ve got you where I want you. You’re going to do everything I command.” I pulled her panties down her legs, tossing them apart.
Sarah’s eyes were as dull as smoky glass. “I… I don’t understand…”
“Just talk like this when I’m not kissing you: ‘I am a slut, Jessie. I’m your little lesbian slut.'” My eyes sparkled as I licked my lips. “Got it?”
“I… I don’t…” Sarah shook her head. “How are you… doing this… Jessie?” She looked so lost and confused. How could she be so goddamn naive? Her initial yelp of shock had faded into quiet whimpers, but there was no way that she could actually believe she didn’t want this. And if she didn’t want it yet… Well, that was fine too. She would. She had to. If that’s what it took, I would bury every ounce of fight in that beautiful little head under enough layers of hypnotic programming to choke it to death. I would take away everything in this blonde angel that kept her from worshipping my body.
“Sarah. Every part of you that is fighting this is going to go away now. Your body is taking over. Your body will do everything I tell it to. With a smile.”
A shiver ran across her body, but it faded. Though her eyes widened, a faint grin cracked across Sarah’s face as those gorgeous blue eyes looked down at the prize between my legs—the prize between any girl’s legs, really. It was such a rush to know that Sarah didn’t choose this, and that she was still fighting it—because of my power over her. Fuck, it felt good to have power over her. She was so close to perfect. All it would take was my juices on her lips.
I ran my fingers through her mess of blonde hair, then sank into my bedding beside her. “You are my puppet,” I ordered. “Serve me.”
The monotonous voice that came out was barely hers. “How do you… want to be… served?”
“Kiss me. Kiss me like you’re completely in love with me.”
Stiffly at first, Sarah sat up and crawled forward to lean over me. Then, without any hesitation, Sarah forced her soft lips onto mine into a passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in deeper, gliding my tongue into her mouth. Her hot, wet tongue met mine. This was Heaven, and here was an angel for me to rape into submission. Then I pulled her on top of me, took her face in my hands, and forced her lips back down on mine again. I had never felt like this before—it was like an electric current running through my whole body. My panties were soaked through. I needed so much fucking more. And I was gonna get it.
“Mmm, that’s a good start.” I pushed away from the kiss and ran my hands down her back. “You’re going to take the rest of your clothes off for me.”
Sarah hesitated, her eyes still glassy. “I…”
“Now.” My voice took on a commanding edge. “Do it.”
“I…” Sarah blinked as she looked at me, then slowly began to lift her shirt up over her head. Her bare breasts came into view. She wasn’t wearing a bra—why would she, with a flat chest like that? I pushed myself back onto my pillows and watched her remove her shirt, peel off her socks, then slide out of her skirt. She managed to take off everything except her panties before she stopped again, looking at me with a blank expression.
“What are you waiting for?” I snapped at her. “Get over here.”
In a daze, Sarah crawled back over to me and lay down on the bed beside me. Her eyes were still glazed over, even as she looked at me.
I leaned forward and kissed her again, feeling my thighs wet with juices. I felt Sarah’s stomach flutter out of control as her naked skin pressed against me, and she let out a soft moan that set every nerve ending in my body on fire. A hard shudder ran through her body. She started to pull away from our kiss—and then I grabbed her shoulders and forced my lips back onto hers. She wasn’t gonna get away. I was gonna take whatever I wanted. And what I wanted right now was her tongue inside me.
“Are you my little straight slut?”
Her voice was a monotone. “I’m your little straight slut.”
“Good. Now, you filthy little bitch, take my clothes off for me,” I commanded.
Sarah didn’t hesitate, only raising her hands to my blouse and pulling it up over my head. My bra came into view, and she reached around me to unclip it and toss it away, too. Her hand brushed over the top of one of my breasts, and I shuddered. With a smile, I leaned down and popped her perky nipple into my mouth. I sucked on that little nub while her fingers slid down my body to the hem of my skirt. I groaned as she unfastened it and tugged it down my hips—I even shifted to help her, tasting her beautiful chest—then froze as she reached down to pull off my panties.
“No.” I pushed her hands away. “You’re not touching me there.”
Sarah’s eyes still looked shot to hell, but the most genuine expression of confusion appeared on her face. “But…”
I dug around in my closet for a moment. When I came back, I was buckling a strap-on into place. Her distant eyes followed it as I crossed the room, staring at her panties. “Do you masturbate?”
Her head shook slowly.
“Take those fucking panties off and let me show you.”
Without a word, Sarah pressed her knees to her chest, hooked her thumbs into her panties, and slid them up her thighs and over her kneecaps. After she let them fall to my bed, I ordered her knees aside, forced her to suck my fingers, then slid them against her clit. Her body clenched; her fists grabbed the sheets. Rubbing hard circles against her little bead, I drooled on my fingers and slid them inside her. Well, forced them inside her, as tight as she was. I rolled my thumb against her clit, feeling her body convulse around me. Then I pulled them free and shoved them back between her lips, then licked her saliva off.
“Good. Now do that. Fuck yourself for me, you little Catholic slut. And make it good.”
Sarah vacantly reached her hand down between her legs, and I watched her fingers move in and out of her pussy. She trembled. Sarah hated this, but her body loved it. I watched her fingers slide in and out. This was seriously fucking doing it for me. ”Give me a show,” I ordered. “Wiggle your hips for me.”
Whimpering a moan, the naked, barely legal straight schoolgirl in my bed rolled her hips back and forth as she fingered herself more. “Harder,” I ordered. “Make it hurt.”
Sarah’s eyes darted up to me, and she bit her lip.
“Harder!” I barked at her. “And don’t you dare fucking cum, you dirty fucking girl.”
Sarah swallowed and started fingering herself harder, making her hips roll faster. Her breath came in short gasps now. Under my dark stare, she continued to finger herself raw as fast as she could, holding back little screams of pain. I loved to see her in pain, especially when she was humiliating herself for me. As she continued to fuck herself, I licked my lips. I wondered about slapping lube around the cock head of the strap-on, but she didn’t deserve lube. She was gonna take this dry. But first, I wanted to see her fuck herself harder than ever.
“Harder,” I barked at her. “Harder, you slut. I said MAKE IT HURT.”
Sarah gasped and started fingering herself harder, making her body roll in jerks and spasms. She was getting close—so close. Sarah’s eyes started to roll back into her head as she fucked herself with an energy that impressed me. Her knuckles were whiter than ever with the force of her fingers slamming into her pussy. As she fucked herself faster and harder, I continued to scream at her to make it hurt. To make it hurt so fucking bad. And when she came close, I slapped my palm down hard on top of her hand, making her fingers stop moving inside her pussy. She cried out in pain and surprise.
“NO! NO, YOU FUCKING WHORE! YOU DON’T GET TO COME,” I hissed at her. “YOU’RE A BAD GIRL—AND BAD GIRLS DON’T COME.”
Sarah’s body convulsed under my hand as tears streamed down her face. The look in her distant eyes was desperate now; Sarah didn’t know what to do with herself anymore. My fingers ran up her inner thigh, up to the center of her wetness, and then I shoved them inside hard—making Sarah’s hips buck and clench around me in a fit of ecstasy that made me shiver—and pulled them out fast before she could try to come again.
“NO!” I shouted. “WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST TELL YOU?
Tears streamed down Sarah’s face as she stared at me with wide eyes, begging for mercy that would never come. The good girl was gone now; only the fuck puppet remained as she cried out in pain. At my urging, she kept rubbing herself faster and harder than ever—only the barest wetness on her pussy lips.
“Do you want to stop fingering yourself?”
“It hurts,” she moaned.
“Good. You deserve it, you straight whore. Look at you, fucking yourself for a lesbian. God, you make me sick.” Sarah was on the verge of tears. “What would your parents think? What would God think? You’re naked for me, in my bed, fingering yourself just for me. Fucking yourself so the lesbian who OWNS YOU can get off. Wow. I’m glad it hurts. You know you deserve it. Don’t you, Sarah?”
She meekly nodded. “I deserve it.”
“Good. Now, get on your hands and knees and thrust out your cunt. It’s time you got what you really deserved.”
Distantly, Sarah did as she was told. As she moaned in pain, Sarah slowly crawled onto her hands and knees, then bent her body down and spread her ass cheeks with her hands to give me a good look at her bald mound. That was already gonna hurt. And I was gonna make it hurt so much more.
“What are you doing?” I demanded.
“I’m a bad girl,” Sarah vacantly whispered. “And bad girls need to be punished.”
“That’s right.” I grabbed a pillow from my bed and shoved it under Sarah’s stomach so she was supported on all fours, then buckled the strap-on tighter around my hips. “You need to be punished, don’t you? Do you need to be raped?”
Sarah nodded, still whimpering as I lined the dildo up with her aching hole. “Yes.”
“Say it. Say you need to be raped.”
“…I need to be raped.”
Oh, that was music to my fucking ears. ”I’m gonna make this hurt. You want me to make this hurt, don’t you?”
“I…” There it was, the last little fight inside her. “I want you… to make it…” Her whole body shuddered. “Hurt.”
“Good. You’d better.” I stared at this amazing piece of ass in front of me, then slid the fake cock inside her tight little cunt. Sarah cried out as I pushed deep inside her, holding onto the dildo as I pushed it in and out of her. Watching her blonde hair bob back and forth as I fucked her with the dildo, it felt so good to slide it into her tight hole.
What I had for Sarah wasn’t love or even lust, I realized. This was what I wanted. This was what I needed—to take pleasure in someone else’s pain and humiliation; to feel like I was in control of someone else’s life. And this pure little angel with the baby-blue eyes, flat chest, and innocent face was who I wanted to destroy. With every thrust of the dildo that I rammed into her tight hole, Sarah cried out. With every cry, I was relieved. Satisfied.
“You’re mine,” I told her. “You’re my slave and you will do whatever I say.”
“I’m your slave.” She was on the verge of sobbing. “I’m yours.”
“And you want to be my slave, don’t you?”
“I want to be your slave.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper now as her whole body shook with tears and pain. “I want… to be your… slave…”
It was time, I decided. Time for the next piece in this little play of ours. I grabbed Sarah’s blonde hair and yanked her head back sharply until she looked at me with those big, blue eyes. She was crying now, from the pain and the humiliation—and from the fact that this was what she wanted. Even if I MADE this what she wanted. With a hungry smile on my face, I pulled the strap-on out of her pussy and lifted it up over my head, then pointed it at her open mouth. “Then eat it, slave.”
Sarah looked at me for a moment, then opened her mouth like a good girl and took my fake cock in her mouth until she gagged on it. She began sucking it, moving her head back and forth as her lips slid along the shaft of the rubber shaft. She moaned around it as she sucked me off, groaning with pleasure as she pushed her head down, taking more of the strap-on into her mouth.
I was getting off on this. I mean, it was so sick. I was using this poor virgin like a sex toy, and I was enjoying it. I couldn’t believe it. But there I was, getting off on a hot little straight blonde girl while she sucked my strap-on. She moaned again as I pushed the dildo deeper into her throat, then pulled back so she could breathe, then shoved it back in again. Her eyes were closed now as she sucked it in rhythm with my thrusts, making soft, whimpering noises as she did so. And I was just getting started.
What I wanted to do next made me feel like a real sicko. But I needed to do it. And I wanted Sarah to need it, too. When she took my cock out of her mouth again to breathe, she looked up at me with those big blue eyes and begged for more with her hoarse voice. “I want to serve you, Jessie.”
“Tell me you want me to fuck your mouth.”
“Fuck my mouth,” Sarah whispered hoarsely. “Fuck your little bitch’s mouth.”
I wanted to make this last a whole lot longer. But damn, that was hot. “Beg for it,” I told her in a raspy voice. “Tell me you want me to fuck your mouth.”
“Please fuck my mouth,” she begged. “Please put your… thing… in my mouth.”
“Tell me you want me to bruise your throat.”
“Bruise my throat… please, bruise my throat, Master…”
Oh, I liked that. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, then slid the fake cock into her mouth until it touched the back of her throat. Sarah gagged on it, choking as I pushed the cock deeper. Her eyes were tearing up now, but she didn’t fight me. Even though Sarah needed to breathe, I didn’t let her. I kept pushing the dildo deeper beyond her stretched lips as her throat muscles tried to keep it out. She choked and sputtered around it. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled for air, but she didn’t try to push me away. She didn’t try to get away from me. She just took it from me because this is what she had asked for—what she had begged for.
I pulled it out. She gasped, swallowing as much air as she could…
But, not enough. I made her take it all the way in, deep-throating that rubber black cock until I felt it really hit the back of her throat. Sarah was gagging now, struggling for air, but she wasn’t fighting me anymore. Her body was taking it, and even as it gagged for air her body loved every second of it. The best part was that her glassy eyes vacantly stared. She wasn’t even looking at me. She was looking into space, disassociating. Sarah left her body behind as meat to be used by me, however I wanted. It was taking everything I had not to come right there in that moment, but I held off, just watching this gorgeous girl choke on my rubber cock like a dirty little whore while tears ran down her face and started to stain my sheets.
I pulled out of Sarah’s mouth abruptly and slapped the side of my cock hard against the side of her face. “You’re a good little bitch,” I said in a husky voice. “And you deserve a reward for being so good.”
Sarah nodded distantly as I shoved her onto her back and slipped the dildo between her legs again. Pressing it against her pussy lips, I used her throat juice as lube to force myself into her tight hole. She moaned softly as I pushed it back inside her cunt; she looked up at me with those big blue eyes, dead as ever, as her lips begged for me to hurt her more. To ruin her life. To use her.
I bent over and kissed her hard on the mouth, biting her lip slightly as I did so. She moaned in pain and pleasure. I bit harder, tasting copper. I grabbed her legs and spread them wide as I rammed the dildo into her pussy, harder than ever. Sarah screamed into my hand over her mouth as I did so, her little pussy lips stretched out. I pulled the dildo out, reeled back, then slapped her hard across the face. She half-way rolled over; I pulled her back into position, then shoved it back in again, making her scream into my hand worse than before. I slapped her again—she rolled to the floor with a clatter and I crawled onto her, driven mad. I absolutely had to break her.
This didn’t even occur to me before. But now, it’s all I wanted to do, so I lined up the thick tip of the rubber strap-on with her puckered little pretty asshole.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you in the ass.”
Sarah shivered. “Fuck me… in the…” She didn’t finish.
Whipped into a rage, I grabbed her by the hair and sharply dragged her head backwards, staring down into her vacant eyes with a driving need to hurt her. “Tell me you want me to fuck you in the ass. Now.”
“I need you… to fuck… me in… the…”
I flipped her onto her back and wrapped both my hands around her throat, then squeezed as tight as I could.
“I can end your life right now, you miserable fucking slut. I can kill you and fuck your dead body. Do you want that? Do you want to die here?”
Sarah distantly shook her head.
“Don’t you dare take a breath,” I hissed, tightening my grip.
Her body lay under me, motionless. I held on so hard that my arms were trembling. Her face started turning colors. Pink, then red, then purple… And I let go. “Breathe,” I ordered. Her body inflated as her lips went wide, gulping down air. I tugged her onto her feet by her hair and shoved her back to my wall, then buried my tongue in her mouth. Sarah let it happen. She was powerless. There was nothing she could do to stop me. I kissed her; I bit her. My bites peppered all over her body, each one harder than the last. I bit down as deep as I could on her flat chest; I painted hickeys across her porcelain skin, leaving behind a brutal canvas of bodily abuse. She wouldn’t be able to let anyone, even her own family, see her out of uniform for at least a week. It felt good to bite down hard, to release my anger into her.
After 10 minutes of this, I stood straight and slapped her hard one last time.
“Tell me what I want to hear, or else.”
Sarah stared into space. “I want… you to… fuck me in the… ass.”
I threw her to my floor. “Again.”
“I want you to… fuck… me in the ass.”
With my foot, I flipped her onto her stomach, then descended on her. Grabbing the slick strap-on, wet with her juices, and lining it up to her tiny little asshole I pinned her down and whispered evilly in her ear. “One more time.”
“I want… you to fuck me in the ass.”
“Good little slut.” I slapped her ass cheek hard enough to sting even me, then grabbed her long blonde hair and wrenched her head back. “Say it like you mean it.”
“I want you to fuck me… in the ass.”
“Louder!”
“I want you to fuck me in the ass!”
I shoved the strap-on straight up into her ass, then rammed it in again and again, harder each time. Sarah suppressed a scream on each thrust, barely able to contain each loud, vigorous squeal of pain. Part of me felt sick, but I loved it. I loved torturing this gorgeous little girl. With every second she was trapped in my room, under my hypnotic spell, she was corrupted ever further. And I was the one doing it. I controlled her. Her life was in my hands, and I could make her do anything I wanted.
With a stronger push, I could make her walk naked into traffic, or fuck herself on her desk at college, or send me the filthiest nudes I could imagine. I loved this power over her. Sicko or not, fucking her like this was ecstasy. This is what I needed in life—a beautiful, precious little angel to pick aside, utterly destroy, then push back together into an empty shell.
Her warm body trembled powerlessly beneath me as I held her pinned down against my floor, a handful of her hair shoving her face down into the carpet. With hard, manic grunts, I bucked my hips harder and harder against her—forcing this rubber cock further up her virgin ass, inch by inch. Sarah’s screams were horrified whimpers now. The pain had driven her half insane. And I wasn’t close to done, as I kept fucking her asshole hard, pushing the dildo further and further inside her.
“Say it again!” I yelled.
“I want you to fuck me in the ass!”
“Louder!”
“I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME IN THE ASS!”
For about another minute, I did—until I unbuckled my strap-on without any warning, roughly yanked my dildo out of Sarah’s tight asshole and threw it across the room, where it clattered somewhere behind me. Then I stood up and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her back onto her feet. Sarah hissed with agony as I firmly wrapped my fist with the hair at the back of her head, shoving her into a kneeling position. I pulled her to my bed by her hair and fell backwards onto it, forcing Sarah’s face hard into my crotch, grinding my wet lips against hers as I pinned her there. Her distant sobs were muffled by my pussy as I fucked her face with my soaking mound, burying her mouth against it. Whimpering into my pussy, Sarah struggling against my thighs as she suffocated on my drenched, pretty little slit—trying desperately to breathe but barely able to. Her body was shaking, but I kept going—holding her skull in place with both hands. The pain must’ve been unbearable for her. Good.
“Tell me you like it when I fuck your mouth,” I demanded with a devilish grin as Sarah squirmed in pain. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”
She was gasping for air now, struggling for breath as tears streamed down both sides of her face. “I like it when you fuck my mouth,” she barely forced out.
I spat hatefully at this helpless girl before me who could do nothing else but take it. “You’re not just a piece of meat,” I hissed. “You’re a dirtier piece of meat than any piece of meat I’ve ever seen before. Tell me you’re a dirty piece of meat.”
“I’m a dirty piece of meat.”
“Tell me I can fuck your mouth whenever I want.”
“You can fuck my mouth whenever you want.”
“Tell me you’re my dirty little slut.”
“I’m your dirty little slut.”
I spat in her face again. Then, flipping us around to put her head beneath me against the bed, I rode her face reverse-cowgirl. I mashed my mound back against her mouth, burying her face in my wet crotch as she struggled for breath. Reaching down to wrap my hands around her throat, I began to squeeze—tightening my grip on her neck as I rammed my pussy harder into her face. She was sucking my clit while I choked her, and the more she struggled, the harder I choked her. Sarah’s eyes were closed now, tears streaming down both sides of her face as she sucked my pussy like a desperate little lesbian whore. Her body shuddered in pain as I held her there—but it wasn’t enough. When she started to pass out, I let go of her throat, then slapped her across the face. I made her eat me out again, feeling the beginning of an orgasm building…
If there was any fight left in Sarah after hypnotically raping her like this, it was gone now. She sucked my pussy harder than ever, moaning softly as she did so. The sounds of her whimpering into my pussy were incredible. I really was in love with this little angelic tramp. “You’re such a good little slut,” I whispered, pulling her up into the bed with me. “You nearly made me come. But I know what you can do to make me feel great.” I blinked lovingly. “You want me to feel great… right?”
Delicious bruises coated her porcelain skin as she nodded. “I want you to… feel great.”
“Good. Now then, Sarah—make out with me and finger me until I come. I want your tongue in my mouth when I orgasm.”
Buried under hypnotic suggestion, Sarah obediently climbed onto the bed and began to sloppily kiss my mouth. God, I loved making her so filthy. Her eyes were closed, her tongue deep in my mouth, as she roughly fingered me. My hips rolled against her hand; I moaned into her mouth as she fucked me with her fingers.
I pulled my abused little whore closer. “Fuck me harder,” I whispered into her ear, biting down on the lobe. “Make me come.”
I held her head against me as she fucked me with her fingers, kissing me with those sweet little bruising lips. I moaned into them, rubbing my pussy against her hand, feeling the pleasure well up inside of me. As I writhed in ecstasy, so willing to feel this crescendo, Sarah’s fingers fucking me faster and faster, I kissed her harder and harder. Our lips were smashed together, our tongues deep in each other’s mouths, as I forced her to dominate my pussy with her hand. This was the most incredible kiss of my life—the hottest, most intense, most erotic kiss I’d ever had. It was like the kiss of a lover. This gorgeous girl was my possession. I could do whatever I wanted to her, and I would.
“Oh, Sarah, I’m close,” I whispered, breaking our kiss as I gasped for air. “You’re going to make me come.”
“I’m going to make you come…”
Her eyes looked glassy, hazy—under the complete control of my hypnosis. She was lost to me. Sarah’s eyes were rolling back in her head as I married our mouths together into one wet, mashing pair of tongues and lips, drool all over each other’s faces, possessed by animalistic need. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her into me, biting into her lower lip as I finally got my crushing, explosive climax. I screamed into her mouth as I came on her fingers, bucking my hips against her, plunging my tongue deeper into her mouth with every gasp. Wave after crippling wave of orgasmic bliss pulsed through my body, my pussy squeezing her fingers as the unstoppable weight of my release unraveling me down to my toes. Finally, my entire body slowly uncurled, and I settled into the bedding with this hot, innocent teenage schoolgirl above me. Evidence of my love and wrath covered her entire body.
“Thank you,” I whispered, kissing her cheek serenely. “I’m so grateful for you, Sarah. You’re the best little piece of ass I could ever ask for. We are going to do this all the time. Aren’t we?”
Sarah barely nodded.
“Tell me: ‘Jessie, I want to do this all the time.'”
“Jessie,” she spoke monotonously, “I want to do this all the time.”
“And, you’re going to be obsessed with me.”
“I’m going to be obsessed with you.”
“And I’m ordering you to look back on this with joy.”
Her face slowly broke into a smile. “With joy.”
“You’re my best friend, Sarah. And you’re going to fuck me, whenever I want.”
Her smile widened. “Best… friend?”
“Of course. Why?” I was amused that she hung onto that part specifically.
Tears welled in her lost eyes. “I wanted to be your… best friend. I liked you. I wanted you to like me…”
“Oh, Sarah.” Shame nearly overcame me—but I brushed it apart, easily. “I do like you. I love you.”
“You… love me?”
“And you love me.”
“I love you.”
Her body was shaking, her eyes glassy and distant as I gazed at her adoringly. This was what I needed in my life: a precious, sweet baby angel just like her to torture, fuck, and dominate—then push back together into an empty shell of a human being. An empty shell that I could make into whatever I wanted. This innocent creature was now my personal toy, my private hunk of heavenly meat, and I was prepared to force her into anything I needed her to be. I couldn’t wait to see how Sarah looked when I was finally done with her. When the day came that she was entirely broken—when I didn’t have to hypnotize her anymore—Sarah was gonna be completely amazing. And when I was finished playing with my broken toy and cast her out to live her shattered little life, there’d be another straight girl I’d corrupt. And another one. And another one…
Grinning devilishly, I leaned up. “Sarah, I am ORDERING you to love me.”
“Jessie…” Her body shuddered. ”I love you.”
“I am the love of your life. And you are my unwilling, adoring slave.”
“You’re the love of my life…” Her glassy eyes barely flickered searing, seething hatred, but I could fix that—I could fix anything about her. And I would spend as much time as it took to mold that last pinch of fight out of her. “And I’m your unwilling, adoring slave.

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