DISCLAIMER: All characters are 18+
The room filled with wet slapping noises as Ryan forcefully thrusted himself deeper and deeper inside me, ravaging my insides. I felt his hand squeeze my right breast as he reached around me. I hugged the pillow tightly muttering "Fuck... fuck.... f-fuck." I hate him with a burning passion, he's been bullying me since elementary school and here I am laying on my stomach on his bed as he's pounding away at me.
"Raise that big sexy ass, slut." He demanded.
I should've told him to fuck off, I should've cried for him to stop, but no I did as he told me. I lifted my ass up towards him and felt a sharp burning sensation on my left asscheek accompanied by a loud smack and then another on my right asscheek. I hated how good it felt, how I actually enjoyed it. I resented him yet he brought me undeniable pleasure.
He pulled on the leash attached to the collar on my neck. The collar had silver lettering on the front that spelt "SLUT". Ryan owned me and I knew it.
"Who's my filthy slut?" He questioned. I felt his thrusts become more violent, I pushed my ass back into him trying to match his pace as he rammed into me.
"I am," I whispered. I felt another smack on my ass.
"Louder bitch!" he yelled, and smacked my ass again. He knew the control he had over me, he knew with enough force I'd do whatever he wanted.
"I'm your filthy slut!" I screamed.
He shoved my face into the pillow and defiled my body. As he continued to fuck me I felt myself reaching my limit, I was going to squirt, Ryan always makes me squirt. I could feel it building up more and more each time he thrusted, until finally it all released. I let out a primal scream muffled by the pillow as my juices sprayed the sheets beneath me.
***
I stood in the shower as the hot water streamed down my body, washing off the cum that stuck to my ass and back. I lowered onto the floor with my knees up to my face as I bagan to cry. Not because of what Ryan was doing to me but because how much a part of me loved it.
SEVERAL WEEKS EARLIER
I stood in front of my bureau looking at myself in the mirror. I wore a white bra and panties. I always disliked my large breasts, they're firm and perky but are heavy on my chest, I always had to buy clothes twice my size just so they could fit over my boobs. I dealt with the same problem with pants due to my large round ass. Guys always drooled over my body and girls keep saying they wish they had my body. Maybe I do look good to them but they don't have to deal with the struggle of trying to fit into leggings and jeans, or wear shirts three times their size. What I do like is my waist and how slim it is, I suppose you could say I have an hour glass figure. I looked through my clothes, trying to figure out what to wear to school. I took out a blue and white horizontal striped long sleeve shirt and put it on. Then I looked through my pants and pulled out black jeans, I lifted them up my legs and wiggled my my hips trying to pull them over my ass, I jumped up a few times as they finally covered my ass. I looked in the mirror and you could clearly see my curves hugging my clothes. I grabbed my square framed glasses and took my backpack off my bed.
I walked to the end of the street and waited for the bus. I opened my bookbag and pulled out book and started reading. I sat on the grass and waited for the bus as I read. The bus finally arrived and I got on, I sat next to the window and leaned against the wall, resting my head on the window frame, feeling it vibrate. After a few stops my friend Janice hopped on the bus and sat down next to me. She was tall and skinny, with her short blonde hair, she always had this air about her and people always talked to her, guys especially.
"Hey Samantha," she said.
Her voice was loud and energetic, unlike my own. I smiled at her and we shared a quick conversation. I asked her if she had done any homework yet and she shook her head, no. It wasn't long before I heard the squeak of the brakes and the bus stopped. I looked up as Ryan walked on, Ryan was the captain of the school's Hockey team and a total dick. He was tall with light brown hair and green eyes, he was lean and muscular. All the other girls drooled over him. He glanced at me and Janice with this smug look on his face that made me want to punch him.
"Oh hi Ryan," Janice said. She had a crush on him too.
Ryan sat down across from us and started talking about hockey. I tuned him out and stared out the window. We arrived at school and I hopped off the bus, walking towards my locker. I took out my books and headed to my first class, English. I sat in the back of the room and listened to Mr. Wilson talk about our next assignment. Ryan and his friends walked in and sat down in front of me. They were all big jocks, their team had been winning championships since Freshman year. Their names were Matt, Tony, and Brandon. I hated them all for one reason or another.
Matt was the biggest guy in our grade and probably the entire school, he was around six feet tall and weighed around two hundred pounds. He was a huge asshole too. Last week he cornered me in the hallway and slapped my ass hard enough to leave red marks. I was so infuriated I slapped him.
Tony was the smallest guy in the group and also the dumbest. He was a runt and always hung out with the popular crowd.
Brandon was the third tallest and strongest on the team. He played defense. He was very quiet and never spoke much.
Ryan looked back at me and smirked. "What's up, Cow Tits?" He teased. I glared at him. He's always making remarks about my boobs or ass and how big they are.
"Fuck you," I whispered.
He laughed and nodded, "You wanna?"
I rolled my eyes. He continued to talk to his friends and I ignored them. A few minutes later Mr. Wilson called for attention. He told us that we would be starting a new project next week and we were all going to be partnered with one person. He took out two slips of paper at a time from a hat with the names of students. I didn't care who I was paired with, I figured I'd just ignore whoever was assigned to me and get on with my day.
"Samantha White," he read, "You'll be paired with-," he shuffled through the hat and took out a piece of paper, "Ryan Burke."
I froze and my heart skipped a beat. There sat Ryan, looking smug as ever, staring at me. "Guess we're partners, Cow Tits," he said, quietly
"That's not funny, asshole," I growled at him.
Ryan shrugged and turned back around. I felt like throwing up. It was only January and I already dreaded every interaction with him.
***
The rest of the school day passed by quickly and we had nothing else to do but go home. I went straight home after school and changed into T-shirt and track shorts. I was planning on running for an hour or so. As I laced up my sneakers I heard the doorbell ring. I walked to the front door and opened it. Janice was standing there with a smile on her face.
"Hi!" She said cheerfully.
"Hey, Janice, come on in," I replied.
She entered my house and closed the door behind her. She walked past me and went into the living room. I walked after her and sat down on the couch.
"You know Brittany Quinn's throwing a party tonight?" She asked me.
"No I didn't, why?" I answered.
"Do you want to go?" She asked again.
I hesitated for a moment then I nodded no.
"Come on, Sam. It's Friday and you need to get out more."
"It's not that, Janice, I don't really feel like partying right now."
Janice groaned, "Please, please, please," she begged.
"No, I'm not going to a stupid party," I argued.
