Alice Gets Mad

Alice couldn't sit there and watch her body be used like that, the fury boiling over into a heat that consumed her borrowed limbs, and she rose from her seat with a violence that sent her chair skidding backward, the screech of it cutting through the laughter and drawing every eye in the cafeteria toward her, and she grabbed her own body by the shoulder and yanked it away from Derek's grasping hands, her voice coming out in a ragged snarl as she said, "No, no, you don't get to do this," and Henry looked up at her with Alice's eyes wide in mock surprise, a smirk curling Alice's lips as he said, "What's your problem, little dick," but Alice was already moving, her hand closing around her own throat, feeling the pulse fluttering beneath her fingers, and she squeezed, watching her own face contort with panic, a sick thrill running through her as she realized she could hurt Henry, could make him feel the terror he had inflicted on her, and she leaned in close, her breath hot against her own ear, and whispered, "You shouldn't have done this to me," before releasing her grip and stepping back, her hands trembling with adrenaline and rage, the entire cafeteria frozen in stunned silence.

And then Derek's hands were on her, a unforgiving hold on her borrowed arms as he and the other basketball player yanked her away from her own body, her own throat burning where her fingers had been, and she heard herself gasp and stumble back as the guys dragged her across the cafeteria floor, her heels scraping against the linoleum, the laughter and whispers rising around her like a wave, and she thrashed against their grip, her borrowed voice cracking as she screamed, "Let me go, you don't understand, that's me, that's my body," but they just tightened their hold, Derek's face twisted with disgust as he shoved her toward the exit "You don't own her!", and she caught one last glimpse of her own body standing there, Alice's lips curved in that triumphant smirk, before the cafeteria doors swung shut behind her, cutting off the noise and leaving her alone in the empty hallway with the two basketball players who held her pinned against the lockers, their breath hot and angry in her borrowed face.

Derek's fist connected with her borrowed face, the impact sending a shock of pain through her skull that made her vision blur, and she heard herself whimper as his voice came out low and dangerous, "You don't touch her, you don't even look at her, you understand?" and the other player's fist drove into her stomach, doubling her over as the air left her lungs in a ragged gasp, and she felt herself crumple to the ground, her borrowed knees scraping against the linoleum as Derek grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, his face inches from hers as he said, "She's not interested in your pathetic worm. We see you near Alice again, and we'll do a lot worse than this," and she tasted blood in her mouth, felt the swelling already starting on her lip, as the two of them released her and walked away, their footsteps echoing down the empty hallway, leaving her alone on the cold floor, her borrowed body aching and bruised, the bitter realization settling in her chest that no one would ever believe her, that Henry had won this round, and that she was trapped in a nightmare with no way out.

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Henry watched the two basketball players swagger back into the cafeteria, their chests puffed with the righteousness of violence, and he felt a warmth spread through his borrowed chest that was entirely unlike Alice's usual anxiety, a sense of accomplishment that made his's lips curl into a smile as Derek approached, his hands still slightly bloodied from the beating he'd administered to Alice's borrowed form, and Henry reached out to touch Derek's arm with a delicate, practiced gesture, leaning in close so that Alice's breath ghosted across Derek's ear as Henry whispered, "You know, I really appreciate what you did for me back there," letting the words hang in the air for a moment before adding, "I think you deserve a reward," and Derek's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and hunger as Henry took his hand and led him toward the dumpsters behind the cafeteria, the other basketball player giving a low whistle of approval as they disappeared from view, and once they were hidden from sight, Henry turned to face Derek, Alice's body pressing close against his, and said, "I want to thank you properly," before sinking to his knees on the grimy concrete, feeling the thrill of power as Derek's hands tangled in Alice's hair and guided her mouth toward his zipper, he smiled around the taste of salt and sweat as he got to work.

Henry took a moment to appreciate the weight of Derek's cock on his borrowed tongue, cataloging it with the cold precision of a collector, not as thick or long as Marcus's, certainly not as brutal as Mr. Peterson's, but still a respectable handful, the girth stretching Alice's lips in a way that felt obscenely satisfying, and he found himself thinking about how much bigger this was than the pathetic thing he'd been cursed with in his own body, how Alice's throat was being made to accommodate something that would have made his old self choke with envy, and he hollowed his cheeks with a practiced suction, Derek's groan of approval vibrating through the sensitive flesh as Henry worked his way down, taking inch after inch until his nose pressed against the coarse hair at the base, the sensation of fullness in Alice's throat a dizzying reminder of how completely he had stolen this vessel, how he could make it do things that would haunt Alice forever.

Henry felt the tremor run through Derek's thighs, the muscles tensing as Derek's breathing quickened into ragged gasps, and he knew what was coming, knew it with the same cold certainty he'd felt when he'd first taken control of Alice's body, and he doubled his efforts, his borrowed tongue working against the underside of Derek's cock as he felt the first hot pulse of release, the bitter saltiness flooding his throat, and he swallowed greedily, taking every drop, feeling Derek's hands tighten in Alice's hair as the man groaned out his pleasure, and when it was done, Henry pulled back slowly, letting Alice's lips drag along the length of Derek's softening cock before releasing it with a wet pop, and he looked up at Derek from Alice's kneeling position, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, feeling the slick residue of Derek's cum on Alice's borrowed lips, and he smiled, a wide, triumphant smile that looked strange on Alice's face, "Mmm that tastes so good," Henry said sultryly, he had started to aqcuire a taste for jizz, something that probably should have worried him, but all he could think was how people would treat Alice once he was back in his pathetic body.

Derek let out a shaky laugh, his softening cock still glistening in the dim light as he tucked himself back into his jeans with the satisfied swagger of a man who had just been worshiped, and he looked down at Henry's kneeling form with a grin that was equal parts disbelief and smugness, reaching out to ruffle Alice's hair in a gesture that was almost affectionate as he said, "Shit, Alice, I didn't know you had that in you," before stepping back and straightening his shirt, his voice dropping into something conspiratorial as he added, "I'm gonna tell the whole team about this," and Henry felt a flash of cold panic cut through his satisfaction, a brief moment where the consequences of his actions flickered through his mind like a warning, but it was quickly swallowed by the warmth of accomplishment as he watched Derek walk away, his whistle echoing off the brick walls, and Henry remained on his knees for a long moment, feeling the grit of the concrete pressing into Alice's bare skin , tasting the lingering bitterness on his borrowed tongue, and he realized that this was even better than he'd planned, because now Derek would spread the story, on top of the video, and now this, every whispered word another nail in her coffin, and he smiled again, a slow, cruel smile that looked grotesque on Alice's pretty face, as he thought about how she would react when she found out that her body had become the school bicycle, ridden by anyone who wanted a turn, and he stood up slowly, brushing the dirt from his knees, already planning his next move.

"Alice, I need to see you in my office right now,"a stern voice cut through the afternoon air, and he turned to find the head teacher standing in the shadow of the dumpster's overhang, his face unreadable but his eyes sharp with suspiscion, and Henry felt a cold spike of adrenaline cut through his triumph as he realised the man must have seen something, maybe heard the wet sounds of Derek's pleasure echoing off the brick walls, or caught a glimpse of Alice's body on her knees in the grimy concrete, and for a moment the careful web of control he'd woven over Alice's vessel threatened to unravel as his mind raced through possible excuses, but he forced Alice's lips into a placid smile, letting her voice come out sweet and confused as he said, "Of course, sir, is something wrong?" while his borrowed heart hammered against her ribs, and the head teacher's gaze lingered on the smear of dirt on Alice's knees, the slight swelling of her lips, before he gestured toward the main building with a curt nod, his voice carrying a weight of authority that brooked no argument as he replied, "We'll discuss that in my office," and Henry followed, feeling the unfamiliar sensation of being the one caught off guard, the one scrambling to regain control, as he walked in the head teacher's wake, already calculating how to turn this unexpected complication into another opportunity for destruction.