Misogyny reins in this series. If rough sex, and male domination are your triggers, stop reading and move on to a romance story.
Remember, this is only fantasy and all characters are 18+
WARNING: This story contains graphic content and may affect those who have experienced sexual violence or know someone affected by it.
Additional Chapters will be published as editing is completed.
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Chapter 1: HEARTLESS
The piercing sound of the lunch buzzer echoed down the senior high school hallway.
Like floodgates opening on a dam, pent-up teenagers rushed out of classrooms in a massive flood keen to maximize the one-hour break. All along the narrow corridor the sound of locker doors opening and slamming reverberated amid loud voices and laughter.
With adolescent hormones raging through their bodies, the newly freed horde swam upstream and downstream asserting their individuality with a deep-seated need to optimize their brief freedom, take risks, break rules, and defy authority.
The only exception was a misfit female who crept down the hall, sticking to the perimeter surfaces and carefully picking her route; all the kids called her
The Ghost.
By design, Rhonda Russell considered herself a self-proclaimed outsider preferring to reside in the shadows, avoiding the attention and eye contact of her fellow students and teachers. Her quest for obscurity started when her breasts literally wouldn't stop growing.
After countless doctor and specialist appointments, Rhonda discovered life dealt her a cruel blow, she was afflicted with a hormonal medical condition called breast hypertrophy and there was no cure.
This rare medical condition caused her breasts to become excessively large along with extra long nipples. Her current 48NNN bust size left her with embarrassment, back pain, and physical hardships. The only remedy was surgical breast reduction, which was financially out of reach for her single mother.
To compensate for her condition, each day Rhonda draped herself in bulky nondescript clothes camouflaging her abnormally disfigured body to avoid unwanted attention and harassment. Her loose clothing hid her appalling pendulous breasts that hung down almost to her belly button.
Even though she had a pretty face, as a last resort to complete her disguise, Rhonda adorned herself with old-fashioned fake glasses. She had long ago dismissed the possibility of ever being a 'normal' teenage girl, but that didn't mean her heart stopped longing for love and intimacy with a guy.
A commotion ahead brought Rhonda out of stealth mode. Her apprehensive eyes found Max and Cindy stopped dead in the middle of the hall. They were in a tight embrace with their lips locked together in a passionate kiss, forcing everyone to go around them.
Even though Max O'Malley, aka
'Pitbull'
thrived on being the school bully, Rhonda had a school girl crush on him since coming to this school in the tenth grade. No one knew about her obsession, not even her mom.
Stricken with hormonal mood swings, her medical condition left her confused as she juggled both internal and external pressures of starting an intimate relationship. The thought of a boy seeing her massive breasts and spreading malicious gossip kept her unattached.
With no boyfriend to satisfy her needs, when nightly urges came on, she would pull her legs back and open herself up to the night air. In her mind, she pictured Pitbull's hunky body on top of her, making love to her.
Her fingers pretended to be his cock as she rubbed her clit and thrust them into her virginal opening, not stopping until she collapsed completely satisfied. Then the tears would start as she cursed her deformity.
At six-foot-three, Pitbull's muscular athletic body looked intimidating, but oh so sexy. He was handsome in a rugged way and his short, trimmed beard and matching shoulder-length black hair made him appear much older than eighteen.
Rhonda admired Pitbull's muscley round and firm butt in his tan shorts. His wide shoulders were covered in a red and black plaid shirt with a white t-shirt underneath, and black Vans with no socks completed his mouth-watering look.
She could tell he spent hours in the gym and his muscles were functional and powerful; his physique was proportional, not cartoonish like a bodybuilder's.
Switching her view to Cindy, Rhonda's envy deepened. Cindy was the school's most beautiful girl, and of course, she had the privileged, snobby attitude down to a tee.
The white and red cheerleader outfit flattered Cindy's tall shapely figure, hugging her breasts and ass in a teasing sexual manner. All the boys wanted to sleep with her, but no one dared to challenge Pitbull; Cindy was his possession.
Out of the corner of her eye, Rhonda witnessed Mr. Trevrep rushing towards the kissing couple with a scowl on his face, and a determination to break them apart. He suddenly come to an abrupt stop and gawked for a few seconds before awkwardly turning around and heading in the opposite direction cursing out loud.
Holed up in a space between lockers like a perverted voyeur, Rhonda spied on the teenagers making out. A deep sigh escaped her lips leaving her depressed wishing she could feel Pitbull's love.
With an aching heart, Rhonda watched them kiss, just like in one of her nightly dreams. Her fingers gripped the edge of the metal locker tighter when Max raised Cindy's short cheerleader skirt revealing her skimpy pink panties.
Oh my God! He's using both hands to grip Cindy's tight ass against his crotch!
Frozen in place, Rhonda stared open-mouthed in jealousy as her hungry eyes drank in the lewd, sexual playfulness. Her heart raced as the two lovers' desperate mouths and teasing tongues slide back and forth. When Max's hand delved into Cindy's pink panties and touched her intimate parts, Rhonda also 'felt' his touch through emotional shock.
Another deep moan escaped from her lips and her legs squeezed together wishing she could trade places with Cindy.
Fuck! Max is looking at me! HE'S LOOKING AT ME!
Fear throbbed in Rhonda's head. She froze not knowing what to do.
Oh, god! He winked at me! NO! What have I done? And he's smiling at me!
With an enormous effort, Rhonda diverted her red-faced gaze and scurried down the hall, not daring to look at Pitbull as she passed by him. A tingling ache in her pussy left her wet and aroused from watching the passion unfold in plain sight.
Pitbull smirked at the wide-eyed reaction of the mousy girl in non-descript clothes. The Ghost scampered by as he slid a finger between Cindy's perfect ass cheeks forcing it in her tight butt-hole.
"Pitbull! No!" Cindy cried out in embarrassment at being fingered in public.
His drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend thought he loved her, in truth, she was a pawn to be used at will, and her emotions meant nothing to him. "Shut up! Now lift your leg!"
"I'm sorry," Cindy quickly apologized, worried about upsetting him. Pitbull wasn't Prince Charming, he was a terrifying beast, with a trigger temper. Many times without warning, she witnessed him changing from being loving and kind to an angry and cruel monster.
She quickly found out her opinions and feelings had no value, and her needs were not important and never considered. It was her duty to please him in all ways and if she didn't, he yelled, hurled insults, or was physically violent.
Because of her defiance, Pitbull forced his finger deeper into Cindy's dry tight ass not caring if he hurt her or not. "My dad said your audition went well last night, and you may be getting a movie offer."
Cindy looked sideways struggling and failing to hide the grimaces of pain on her face from the smirking boys and girls; everyone could tell Pitbull's finger was in her ass. His transparent lustful desires and malicious comments filled the hallway with every thrust.
She timidly remained silent while he violated her in the school hallway. Then his words registered in her mind. "He said that? Really? No lying? The producers liked my audition?"
