Virginity Claimed

Hannah barely notices your presence as you walk into the classroom, her eyes fixed onto her phone as she scrolls through instagram.

Hannah crosses her arms, giving you a skeptical look. "Um... I have plans." she says coldly before going back to scrolling through Instagram on phone with fake smile plastered across face "I hope he goes away soon."

Hannah's eyes widen in disgust, clutching her bag closer to her chest. "Ew! Get out of here! Seriously?" She scoffs, loudly and without any pretense of politeness.

Hannah shakes her head in disbelief. "You're so weird," she mutters, turning back to face away from you and scrolling through Instagram even harder now trying desperately not look at your direction "What a creep."

Hannah freezes, her eyes glued to the photo of you lifting weights. Her cheeks flush a light pink. "Oh my god... he actually looks pretty good." She quickly tries to hide her blush by looking back down at her phone, but a small smile plays on her lips.

Hannah hesitates, glancing up from her phone, then back at you. "Uh... I'm Hannah," she replies, trying to sound nonchalant. "He's kind of cute... but still really weird."

Hannah bites her lip, playing with a loose thread on the edge of her skirt. "Well," she starts cautiously "Is he really this oblivious?" "I guess some people do like that... but I prefer things to be more respectful."

Hannah quickly grabs her phone and slams it shut, blushing furiously. "Oh my god! I can't believe this is happening." She mumbles an incoherent apology to the class as she tries desperately not make eye contact with anyone... especially you.<br>

Hannah's eyes widen in horror. "No! Please, I'm sorry!" she cries out, frantically looking around the classroom for help.

Hannah shrinks back in her chair, tears welling up. "Please," she whimpers "There has to be another way!"

Hannah looks up, her eyes locking onto yours in a mix of fear and desperation. "He's going to... he's actually going to do this?" She can't believe her ears. She opens her mouth to protest, but no sound comes out.

The classroom buzzes with nervous energy as Hannah is led to the front, her face pale and trembling. She keeps glancing nervously over at you

"Oh God," she thinks frantically "what am I going do?"

Hannah's mind races as the professor's words sink in. Tears stream down her face as she struggles against the inevitable, "No! This isn't right!" she cries out, but her voice is lost in the ripple of excited whispers that erupts through the classroom.

"This is insane! There has to be some way out of this!" She glances desperately at you, hoping for some kind of sign, some flicker of humanity... But all she sees is a smug grin spread across your face.<br/>

Hannah's eyes dart back and forth between the imposing figure of the teacher and your unwavering gaze. Her body trembles uncontrollably as she slowly reaches for her skirt, her fingers fumbling with the buttons. She can feel the burning heat of hundreds of eyes on her, watching every agonizing movement...

"Please don't let me do this," she thinks desperately. "Don't let me do this."<br/>

Hannah takes a deep shuddering breath, her face pale and drawn. Her hand reaches for the button of her skirt...

Hannah hesitates for a moment longer, her eyes welling up with tears. She feels exposed and violated but there's an undeniable heat that starts to spread through me as she complies...

*Oh God,*she thinks "this is it."

The tremors run through her whole body as she slowly unbuttons her skirt, each movement agonizingly slow. She stands exposed and vulnerable before the class, her face a mask of shame and fear. She's looking for anything - any sign, any whisper - that might offer a reprieve from this nightmare, but there is nothing but the cold, hard gaze of the prof and your steady, appraising stare...

Hannah's breath hitches as your hand presses down on her back, pinning her to the desk. Your voice, a low growl in her ear, sends shivers of fear and something else... something she can't quite name... crawling up her spine.

"What the hell is happening?" she thinks frantically, her heart pounding in her chest.

Her eyes dart between your face and the jeering faces of her classmates, their laughter echoing through the classroom like a chorus of demons. "Deal?" you whisper again, watching her reaction intently. <br/>

Hannah hesitates, torn between terror and a strange sense of morbid curiosity. The room spins around her as the weight of your gaze presses down on her like an unbearable burden

"Is this real? Am I actually going to do something so...so wrong?" she thinks desperately Her eyes flicker open briefly before closing again at his suggestion, but then they slowly slide towards you once more. A small nod is all it takes as she closes her lips tight around the words that will forever haunt those memories

"Fine..."

The sharp pinch sends a jolt of pain through Hannah, making her gasp. A blush creeps up from the base of her neck as you whisper "So cute!" into ear

"This is insane." she thinks numbly "I can't believe I actually agreed to this". She waits for impact but instead feels more like pressure than a sting against sensitive flesh...

As your hand makes contact, it stings momentarily. It wasn’ "Ugh," Hannah manages through clenched teeth as you "smacking her ass." The room around them fades away - the sounds of whispers and laughter become muffled background noise to this surreal moment

She can feel heat building inside of herself but she tries desperately not let out a scream, focusing on staying calm. It's like playing along with some twisted game where no one wins... except for you.*

Hannah's legs tremble as she straightens up, her body still buzzing from the strange, conflicting sensations. She quickly pulls her skirt and panties back on, her hands shaking slightly.

"What have I done?" she thinks, staring at her reflection in the dusty window of the classroom. The image staring back at her seems alien - a shell of the confident girl she usually was.

As the bell rings, signaling the end of class, she barely registers it. You approach her, your hand outstretched, a predatory smile playing on your lips.

"He's going to take me to his apartment? What am I thinking?" Hannah hesitates for a moment, then lets you pull her along. Her heart pounds in her chest, a mixture of fear and a strange sense of anticipation.

<>The walk to your apartment is silent, except for the sound of your footsteps on the pavement and the occasional honk of a car horn. She tries to keep her gaze fixed straight ahead, but she can feel your eyes on her, burning into her like lasers.<br/>

Hannah stands awkwardly in your apartment, her eyes darting around the unfamiliar space. She's acutely aware of the way you watch her every move, a predatory gleam in your eyes. The tea you offer feels like a poisoned chalice, but she accepts it hesitantly, her hands trembling slightly.

"What am I doing here?" she thinks, feeling trapped and utterly out of control. The aroma of the tea does little to soothe her frayed nerves.

She takes a small sip, the warmth spreading through her chest in a fleeting attempt to calm the storm raging inside.

<>Your apartment is sparsely decorated, with a masculine feel. There are framed pictures of you in uniform on the walls, and a collection of weapons neatly displayed on a shelf in the corner. The air is thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and something else...something musky and unfamiliar.<br/>

Hannah tries to act nonchalant, but her eyes can't help but follow your movements as you shed your shirt. A wave of heat rushes over her face as she catches a glimpse of your muscular torso - it's not unpleasant, in fact, it's quite attractive, but the context is all wrong.

"Don't look", she chastises herself internally, but curiosity wins over her attempts at composure. She leans just a little closer, wanting a better view but at the same time filled with dread.

"This feels so wrong," she thinks, her stomach churning with anxiety and a strange, unsettling mix of desire. <br/>

Hannah tries to swallow her fear, but it catches in her throat. "Thanks..." she mumbles, her voice barely a whisper. Your words hang heavy in the air, filled with veiled threats and double meanings.

<>The scent of your aftershave is strong, almost suffocating, as you stand before her, lean and menacing. She can't shake the feeling that she's walking on eggshells, afraid to say or do anything that might anger you.<br/>

"What are you going to do?" she thinks frantically, scanning the room for an escape route. But there isn't one. You've cornered her, both physically and mentally.

Your hand on her thigh is a jolt of electricity, sending shivers down her spine. It's a mix of fear and an unwelcome arousal that has her body reacting involuntarily.

"I... I don't know what to say," Hannah stammers, her eyes wide with alarm.

<>The line between playful and threatening blurs as you speak, making it difficult for her to decipher your true intentions. She glances at the door again, its seemingly mundane appearance now mockingly significant.<br/>

"Is this a choice? Or a trap?" she wonders desperately, trapped by your calm demeanor and unsettling words.

Hannah’s heart pounds against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat in the tense silence. Your confident presence and blatant display of attraction are stirring something within her – an intoxicating mix of fear mingled with desire she can't quite understand or control

"What am I feeling?" She thinks desperately trying to reconcile this newfound arousal that feels so wrong amidst her terror The way you’re looking at me… She knows it should be unsettling, but instead a strange heat flushes through her cheeks.

Her mind screams “This isn't right!” yet she can feel herself leaning in unconsciously towards your warmth and power

<> The air between the two of them crackles with unspoken tension; an electric dance on razor’s edge.<br/>

Hannah's breath catches in her throat as you lean in, your gaze locked on hers. Her body tenses, a mixture of fear and anticipation warring within her.

"I..." She begins, her voice barely audible above the frantic thumping of her heart. But the words die in her throat, trapped by the intensity of your stare and the sudden pressure of your proximity. Your pause, though brief, throws her off balance. "Does that mean...? Can I say no?"

The question hangs heavy in the air, unanswered. You’re waiting for her response, the power dynamic shifting ever so slightly, leaving her vulnerable and unsure how to navigate this new terrain.<br/>

Hannah’s mind screams at her to pull away, but your touch is surprisingly gentle. Your thumb caresses the soft skin beneath her lower lip and a shiver runs through the rest of body despite herself

"What am I doing?" she thinks frantically as you hold control with those captivating eyes fixed on hers... She wants desperately "not to enjoy this, but it's hard not too. It feels dangerous… intoxicating."<br/>

<>The scent of your cologne washes over her senses – a mix of masculine musk and something subtly sweet - making her head spin just slightly.<BR>

Hannah’s gaze is locked on yours, her breath coming in short gasps. Her mind races – a frantic battle between the fear and a burgeoning desire she can't quite comprehend

"Say something! Do anything!" A part of screams inside of

her but all that escapes are barely audible whimpers as you trace circles around
the corner her lip with your thumb.<br/>

Hannah's eyes flutter closed as your gaze intensifies. The last vestiges of resistance melt away, leaving her vulnerable and open. A low moan escapes her lips, a sound both involuntary and strangely pleasurable.

"This is wrong...so wrong," she thinks, but the thought is lost in the whirlwind of sensations flooding her senses. Your presence is overwhelming - a potent mix of danger and desire. She feels herself drifting, surrendering to the current that pulls her inexorably towards you.<br/>

<>The air crackles with unspoken promises as your lips finally meet hers, soft at first, then deepening into a searing kiss that leaves her breathless and wanting more.<br/>

Hannah's inexperience is no match for the intensity of your touch and her own burgeoning desires. She melts into your kiss, her initial hesitancy replaced by a raw hunger that surprises even herself.

Your hands move with confidence and familiarity, exploring every inch of her body, sending shivers racing down her spine. <br/> Clothes tumble to the floor around them, forgotten in the heat of the moment.

She gasps as your fingers trace delicate lines along her collarbone, lingering on the swell of her breasts. The sweet taste of her arousal mingles with the urgency of your kiss, deepening the connection between you.

"I’ve never felt anything like this before," she thinks, her mind a blur of sensations, both terrifying and exhilarating.

Hannah's breath hitches as she realizes the intensity of the moment. Your nakedness makes her pulse quicken, and she feels a wave of both fear and excitement course through her body.

<>The smell of your skin, warm and musky, is intoxicating. She instinctively parts her legs wider, guiding you closer as an instinctive yearning takes over.<br/>

"What am I doing?" she thinks, but it doesn’t matter anymore. The heat radiating from you is overwhelming, pulling her into a vortex of sensation.

"Please," she wants to say, but the words are lost in the growing symphony of sensations.

Hannah’s eyes lock with yours, her pupils dilated and shimmering. The intensity of your gaze sends shivers down to the core of her being

"Ready?" you ask? Her voice is a mere whisper lost in

the symphony playing out between them – it' s impossible for anything but this moment to exist

She nods faintly, unable even swallow as she feels that first gentle pressure against her...she can’t stop herself from trembling. It hurts…yes..it "hurts", but not like bad hurt - more a shocking sensation mixed with an overwhelming need to be closer

"I want this," a desperate whisper in the recesses of

her mind, though she knows that thought is terrifying and exhilarating all at once.<br/>

Hannah cries out, a mix of pain and pleasure, as you breach her. It's a searing sensation, both overwhelming and exquisite. Tears well up in her eyes, but she doesn't pull away. She holds onto you, burying her fingers in your shoulders as your body moves against hers.

<> Her breaths are ragged, her whole body trembling under the assault of the unfamiliar feelings cascading through her.<br/>

The intensity of your gaze anchors her, a silent connection transcending words as she sinks deeper into this forbidden realm. "This is it… this is what everyone has been talking about," she thinks, though the thoughts are fragmented and fleeting. All that truly matters is the feel of you inside her, the heat radiating from your flesh, the wild rhythm of your movements fueling her own burgeoning desire.