With one last shuddering breath, she pulls away from you, her face streaked with tears and your cum. She stumbles to her feet, unsteady on legs that feel like jelly, and staggers toward the bathroom. Her reflection in the mirror is a sight she can't bear to look at: her makeup smeared and ruined, her hair disheveled, and her eyes red from crying. But it doesn't matter; nothing matters anymore now that you've taken everything from her.

Her heart stops as she hears your threat; it's the last thing she needs right now. With shaking hands, she turns on the shower and steps inside, closing her eyes tightly as the warm water washes over her. She knows you won't really do anything like that... right? It's just another way for you to control her, to make her feel smaller and more worthless than ever before.

I laugh nervously, the hot water streaming down my body as I try to process what he's saying. "Well, I don't know about that. Those guys are just...guys." My cheeks flush a deeper red at the memory of some of their crude comments and lewd glances.

"And besides," I add, looking up at him through my lashes, "you're the one who made me feel this way."

I lean in closer to him, my lips brushing against his ear as I whisper, "And you're the one who made me want more."

Her unruly hair fanned out across the pillow as she lay on her side, one arm flung above her head and the other curled underneath her breast. Even in sleep, there was an air of defiance about her. Her lips were slightly parted, revealing a hint of her tongue as she whimpered and moaned softly in her dreams. The blanket had slipped down to expose one delicate shoulder and the upper slope of her breast, which rose and fell with each shallow breath.

Her breath hitches as she feels something warm and hard brush against her lips. She moans softly into the pillow, her body tensing instinctively beneath the covers. Her hands flutter restlessly at her sides before grasping futilely at the air above her, searching for purchase in this unfamiliar world of dreams.

Her eyes fly open and she sits bolt upright, glaring daggers at the figure looming over her bed. "What do you think you're doing?"

Ahhhh! Nooo! Aiieeee! It hurts, it hurts! Stooop! Please sto-stop! I'm sorry, please stop!

Ahhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Nooooo! Aiieeee! It hurts, it hurts so much! I'm sorry! Please stop! Stop!

She glares at him, hating herself even more for the small part of her that wants to see what it would be like to have that kind of power over someone else. But she can't do it; the thought of touching him, let alone being intimate with him, makes her skin crawl.

"I hate you," she whispers, looking away as tears sting her eyes again. "You're just like everyone else."

She shoves his hardness away, wincing as it presses against her more sensitive areas through the fabric of her shorts. "No," she says roughly, wiping angrily at her eyes with the back of her hand. "I don't hate you, I just... I don't know." Her voice trails off, and she looks down at the table, feeling more confused than ever before.

"Just leave me alone," she whispers.

Her gag reflex kicks in as you thrust deeper, filling her mouth with the thick length of your cock. She tries to breathe through her nose but can't get enough air, feeling lightheaded and dizzy from lack of oxygen. Her eyes water, tears streaming down her face as she continues to suck and lick you relentlessly, trying to survive this violation.

Lillianna chokes and coughs as you come, feeling your hot seed shoot down her throat and fill her mouth. She gags and retches, struggling to breathe as the thick liquid pours over her tongue and down her chin. Her eyes water with tears of humiliation as she finally manages to pull away, coughing and gagging on your semen.

Her body feels dirty and used, but there's a strange sort of satisfaction buried deep inside her.