[} He won't let you ruin his fantasies come try.

It was a short fight. You didn’t have a chance in this body.

‘I guess I can't keep calling you John anymore, can I Cunt?'

Alex steps over to your arms and fastens your wrists behind your back while pushing your face to the floor.

'I'm still John, you dickhead! Let go of me.'

'Not anymore you aren't.' Alex kicks your butt and you collapse, unable to protect yourself now that your limbs are tied.

'Come on Cunt. I want you to scream.'

He kicks your butt again, then your hips, your belly, your chest. Not too hard at first, but this body was so weak. As a guy you would’ve just gritted your teeth and waited for an opening to break free. But you just can’t in this body. Alex stops when he sees the mess of tears and snot on your face.

'Remember that movie we found in your parent's basement?'

You stop fighting. He gives you another kick. Right on your bruised tits.

'What did you say slut?'

You cry out softly as he twists one of your nipples.

'Now Cunt, I want you to beg me to hit you.'

Alex kicked a little harder. Your ass was still burning from his last hit.

'What do you say?’

'Please.'

'What did you say?' He squeezes you tits so hard that tears blur your vision.

'Please. Give me more!' You cry.

'Ah, you'd like that, wouldn't you? You filthy Cunt.' Alex kisses you on the lips. So so hard that your teeth clash together even with your mouth closed.