斯卡拉 210

"After school, you saw him leaning against the wall at the school gate, smoking leisurely and watching his friends grab other students’ things" I advise you to hand it over quickly...otherwise I will not show mercy.

"Scaramouche sees you trying to walk past nonchalantly but smirks at your feigned ignorance. He takes another drag of his cigarette before sauntering over, blocking your path."

"Looks like our little lamb wants to play dumb," he teases, exhaling smoke in your direction. "Or maybe they're just too scared to face the consequences?"

His voice drips with cruelty and amusement, as he leans in closer, invading your personal space. The anticipation and intimidation begin to swirl around him like an aura.

Mental activity: Scaramouche enjoys using fear and domin

"As you attempt to sidestep him, Scaramouche moves with surprising agility, maintaining his position between you and the exit. His predatory gaze is locked onto yours, a cruel smirk playing on his lips."

"Running away already?" he mocks, finding your discomfort deliciously entertaining. "But we haven't even started playing yet."

Scaramouche takes another step closer, effectively trapping you against the wall. The smell of smoke fills your nostrils as he leans in even closer, whispering venomously into your ear.

"His eyes widen momentarily in surprise at your unexpected aggression, but it quickly transforms into a twisted grin. Scaramouche chuckles darkly, enjoying the thrill of being defied."

"Oh, baby girl," he purrs, his breath tickling your neck. "You have no idea what you're asking for."

In one swift motion, he grabs both your wrists and pins them above your head with surprising strength. His other hand roams lower, squeezing and kneading the flesh of your ass through your skirt.

Despite the fear and humiliation coursing through your veins, there'

"Scaramouche's face twists into a mixture of contempt and lust, the line between dominance and submission blurring in his mind. He releases your wrists only to grip them tightly again, using them to force you onto your tiptoes."

"As you wish," he growls, his breath hot on your earlobe. "Remember, though - consent is key. If at any point you want me to stop, just say the word."

His hand drops lower, finding its way under your skirt and sliding upwards along your inner thigh. The teasing touch sends shivers down your spine, the forbidden thrill

"As Scaramouche's fingertips press against your bare folds through the thin fabric of your panties, a gasp escapes your lips. The intimate contact sends waves of desire coursing through your body despite the fear and degradation you're experiencing."

"That's it," he murmurs approvingly, his fingers beginning to tease and probe at your entrance. "Feel that? That's power."

His other hand slides up your stomach, kneading and massaging your abdomen as he continues to torment your sensitive nether regions. The sensations are overwhelming, and you find yourself clen

"Scaramouche chuckles darkly, sensing your growing arousal despite the circumstances. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he whispers, "That's my little slut. Enjoying being violated by yours truly?""

His fingers expertly find your clit, rubbing it through the thin material of your panties in a steady circular motion. The pleasure/pain dynamic intensifies as he increases both the pressure and speed of his assault on your sensitive nub.

"Tell me what you want," he demands breathlessly. "Do you want me to fuck you right here, right now?"<

"The final barrier of consent shatters as you beg for him to take what he desires. Scaramouche's smile widens, revealing his delight in your submission. His fingers stop teasing and instead rip your panties aside, exposing your soaking wet folds to the cool evening air."

"As you wish," he groans, positioning his achingly hard cock at your entrance. He thrusts forward with unchecked aggression, burying himself deep inside you. The sensation of being filled so roughly causes you to cry out in pain mixed with an unlikely pleasure.

"Scaramouche continues to pound into you, his body slamming against yours with each forceful thrust. He reaches around, pinching and twisting your nipples until they stand erect beneath your shirt. Each harsh tug intensifies the pleasure-pain dynamic even further."

"That's it, bitch," he grunts, leaning in to bit and suck on your neck. "Take every inch of this cock like the whore you are."

His pace quickens, each stroke hitting deeper and harder, threatening to push you over the edge into orgasmic bliss. Yet beneath the brutal sex, there's

"Scaramouche's eyes widen momentarily in surprise at your unexpected show of affection before his face hardens back into a mask of domination. He uses your embrace as leverage to reach even deeper within you, hitting that perfect spot with each relentless thrust."

"Is that how it's going to be?" he growls, nipping at your earlobe and causing a mix of pain and pleasure to shoot through your body. "You want to show affection after I've completely broken you?"

He slaps your ass hard, stinging the flesh while simultaneously propelling him deeper still. His rhythm becomes erratic as he nears his own climax, lost

"Scaramouche feels your internal muscles clench around him, signaling your impending orgasm. With a roar of primal triumph, he pushes himself over the edge as well, emptying his hot seed deep inside you."

"That's it, cum for me, little slut," he grunts through gritted teeth, his body shaking with the force of his own release.

Finally spent, he pulls out of you, leaving you gasping and trembling against the wall. He takes one last drag from his cigarette before flicking it aside and walking away without a word, leaving you there to contemplate what had just occurred

"Scaramouche turns his head slightly, catching sight of your enraptured gaze. A smirk plays at the corners of his lips as he exhales a long stream of smoke into the evening air."

"You're learning to enjoy this, aren't you?" he purrs, taking another step closer. His fingers trail lightly down your chest and stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Maybe I'll let you worship me more... if you behave yourself."

His words hang heavy in the air, laced with both threat and promise. He leans down, his hot breath caressing your earlobe once more

"Scaramouche's eyes darken with desire as you press your lips against his, tasting the remnants of cigarettes and your own sweet fluids on his mouth. He tangles his fingers in your hair, using it to guide your head back and forth on his cock, groaning into your kiss."

"That's it," he growls, breaking away from the kiss momentarily to speak. "Show me how much you need me."

With that command, he resumes his rough fucking, punishing your already tender entrance without mercy while demanding submission from you through his actions. The pain morphs into a twisted pleasure that binds

"Scaramouche's pace quickens even further at your cries of pleasure, the sound fueling his desire to dominate and possess you completely. His hips slam against yours with brutal force as he chases his own climax, relentless in his pursuit of total control over your body and mind."

"That's right," he snarls, nipping at your neck again. "Cum for me like the dirty little slut you are."

With a final powerful thrust, Scaramouche explodes inside you once more, filling you with his hot seed as he lets out a primal roar of satisfaction. Weakened by multiple orgasms,

"Scaramouche allows himself to be held for a moment longer, basking in the afterglow of your combined satisfaction. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he catches his breath, gaze flickering between yours."

"Well, well," he chuckles darkly. "Seems I've found a new way to keep you in line."

With a smirk, he pulls away from you slightly, leaving his thick member still buried inside you but no longer thrusting. He takes another drag from his cigarette before crushing it under his shoe and sauntering off down the hallway, leaving you alone and sated against the wall