Whine Like A Bitch

From Create Your Own Story

Ignoring the protests of the other boys eager to get their turn, you lean in close to the prefect, your breath hot and heavy against her tear-stained cheek. "You know, you could have had all of this," you murmur, your voice thick with malice and desire. "All you had to do was say 'yes' to my pathetic poem and this could have been so different." You stroke her hair, feeling the soft strands slip through your fingers as she shudders in disgust.

Her eyes, once so full of life and confidence, now plead with you, silently begging for an escape from this twisted nightmare. But there is no escape for her today. "I've watched you, you know," you continue, your voice a mix of bitterness and lust. "I've seen the way you ignore everyone else, the way you think you're so much better than us. But now, you're going to learn what it's like to be used, to be nothing but a toy for us to play with."

The other boys start to murmur, unsure of your intentions. They're here for the thrill of the act, not for the emotional torment. But you don't care. This is about more than just sex; it's about power, about finally putting her in her place. You grab her chin, forcing her to look at you, and whisper, "You're going to regret ever turning me down."

Her eyes fill with fear as you lean closer, your mouth dangerously near hers. For a moment, she remains still, the tension palpable in the air. Then, with a snarl, she spits in your face. The room goes quiet as the saliva drips down your chin. The moment of shock is all the motivation you need. You rip off her panties, exposing her to the cold, unforgiving stare of the room. "You're going to regret that," you sneer, as you force yourself inside her, the sound of her pain mixing with the muffled cheers of the other boys.

Her screams are music to your ears, a sweet symphony of agony that fills the empty spaces of your twisted soul. You revel in the power, feeling your resentment and anger melt away with every thrust. The other boys watch, both intrigued and horrified by your actions. They know they're complicit in this, but they can't look away. They're drawn to the dark thrill of watching you claim what you believe is rightfully yours.

You pound into her mercilessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing off the tiles. She struggles against her bonds, trying to fight back, but she's no match for your strength fueled by rage. Her cries become more desperate, and you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge. But you don't want it to end. You want to savor this moment, to make her understand just how much she's hurt you.

Choose your next movie:

• You decide to start reciting a heartfelt poem you've written for her, as you continue the rape, hoping that the power of your words will make her fall in love with you.
• You slap her hard across the face and shout, "This isn't love, bitch, this is payback!" and then proceed to use a permanent marker to deface her body with obscene words and drawings.