Avoid Tiffany, Join Fiona

You avoid Tiffany's gaze as you walk over to Fiona, who continues to look anywhere but at you. Setting your mat down, you smile at her, and attempt to introduce yourself.

"Hey, I'm Doug. It's Fiona, right?"

She raises her head enough for you to see her uncovered eye. "Yeah..."

"Nice to meet you. Look, if I'm completely honest, I'm trying to avoid Tiffany. Can you help me?"

Fiona cast a glance over at Tiffany, who was glaring at the pair of them. "She's scary."

"You're telling me. Listen, I'll owe you one. Please?"

She considered this for a moment, then nodded slightly. You breathed a sigh of relief, and the rest of class went by quickly, you barely paying attention to Ms. Miller, instead trying to keep an eye on Tiffany.

After what feels like years, Ms. Miller finally releases the class. You could've sworn you have burn marks in the back of your head from being stared at so venomously. Everyone heads to their locker rooms to get showered off, and you look around to say goodbye to Fiona, but she has already vanished. You don't see Tiffany either, so you head for the showers. The hot water feels good, and you wash off all the sweat, grabbing a bit of shampoo to get at your hair. When you finish, you wrap a towel around your waist, you start unpacking your locker, pulling out some clean clothes when you hear a female voice from the other side of your locker door.

"So." It says. "You're just going to avoid me now, is that it?"

You gulp as you recognize the voice, and a hand slowly closes your locker, the angry face of Tiffany staring at you.

"H-h-hey, Tiffany. Uhm, this is the guys locker room."

"You really think after last night that you can just ignore me?" She crosses her arms under her breasts. "I couldn't say anything in class because Ms. Miller would've interrupted, but there's nobody here to help you now."

She walks over to the door and shuts it, the loud click of the lock echoing through the empty room. You try to think of any other exits to the room, but she's guarding the only one, slowly walking towards you, fire in her eyes. You start trying to back away, bumping into the locker behind you as you do.

"There's no escaping this, Doug. You brought it upon yourself. We have unfinished business." With one hand, she unbuckles her belt, letting her dick free. "See, after you abandoned me in the car last night, I got to thinking. You're really talented with that hand of yours. I was hoping to find out if the rest of you is equally talented."

You continue to back away, but she keeps getting closer to you, her eyes locked onto your, and you get the distinct feeling that you're being hunted. Looking back and forth across the room, you're unable to identify any sort of escape route. Flight won't work... that means only fight is left!

You look around for a weapon of some kind, as she starts in on a monologue. "Your mom told me a lot of things about you last night. A lot of things I was looking forward to. But you left before I got to have my fun. So now it's time to cash out."

She pulls something out of her waistband, a small, circular band. Your search for a weapon has been utterly fruitless, and now, you've been back into a dark corner of the locker room. Your foot slips in some water, sending your leg backwards, and you land on your knee, wincing at the pain, but unable to take your eyes off of Tiffany as she stalks you.

"Oh good, you already know the first position." She stops in front of you, one hand caressing your hair, the other gripping the base of her long dick. "Open wide."

You're not able to react before she slams her dick into your face, forcing your mouth open as her hand locks in behind your head, pulling you to meet her meat. The first thrust goes all the way down your throat, and you have to fight your gag reflex not to hurl. She pulls her hips back, dragging her long shaft back up, then sinks deep again, her balls knocking against your chin, saliva dripping out of your mouth as she starts to face fuck you. The **** of it makes tears run down your cheeks as the back of your throat is hammered, time after time, each new thrust running into the other. She's relentless, backing you deeper into the corner, bodily blocking your path to the exit as she rhythmically ravages your mouth. You're barely able to breath, and you desperately try to push her off of you, only for her to grab your wrist and lock something metallic around it. You're given a brief respite as she turns you around, pinning your arms behind your back, and locking what must be handcuffs to your other wrist, limiting your arms movement behind your body.

But before you can even react, you're turned around again, then shoved to the floor on your back, your arms trapped underneath you. You feel the weight of her on your chest, and her warm and wet cock lands on your face, dripping pre all over the place. You feel her lean down over you, and she whispers in your ear, "I was gonna let you have it last night, but I prefer this mu-u-u-ch more."

You feel her slide something around your neck, then lock it into place. She stands up, then grabs your legs and raises them up, resting them on her shoulders, lining up her massive schlong with your virgin ass. You feel her pull something, and the pressure around your neck increases as you're **** to raise your head off the ground. You watch as she pours something onto her throbbing dick, then tosses a bottle aside.

"I'm going to turn you into my fucking cock sleeve." She says, then rams her dick into your ass.

Sparks fill your vision, and you let out a scream, but she quickly covers your mouth with her hand, pulling her hips back, just to slam them home again, her massive cock penetrating you all the way to what feels like your stomach. You try to yell, to call for help, but muffled noises are all you can make. She continues to pound your ass, leaning over you to get more leverage, pinning you between her and the floor.

"That's right, call for help, nobody can hear you, and there's not another class using this locker for hours." You can hear the lust in her voice growing. "This is what you get for ditching me last night."

She punctuates the last part with an overly enthusiastic thrust that goes deeper than her average rhythm, sending jolts up your spine.She's ripped off your towel now, and is using it as a base for her to kneel on so she doesn't slip. "You know, your mom was totally right, "She says, between thrusts.

"You're totally a submissive little bitch. I always thought you were just weird, but your body is pretty nice, I can really get behind *this*." She thrusts again, deeper than ever, and pulls on the leash connected to your neck.

She kisses you roughly, her tongue again venturing into your mouth, violating every space in there, but you do prefer that over the salty taste of her cock, which, on the bright side, isn't in your mouth anymore. You can feel every thrust deep inside you, and you could swear you can see the outline of her in your stomach. Every second you feel her sliding past something deep inside you, sending pleasurable spikes across your entire body. Your dick is rock hard, but she isn't so much as touching it, and you can't get your arms around the side to get some relief. Finally, she let's you go, but then bodily picks you up, setting you against then locker. She impales you on her length, making you scream again, but her hand is already on your mouth again, blocking the noise. She laughs breathlessly.

"Scream for me, little bitch, scream! I can't fucking wait to get you to my house, then we can do all the stuff I had planned for last night. Oh God, just thinking about it..." She draws a deep breath. "Fuck!"

She hilts herself on you, and the next thing you feel is an incredible heat, deep inside you. She grits her teeth, just like she did last night, and pumps her load deep inside you, pleasure overwhelming her senses. This new sensation is enough to send you over the edge as well, and you cover yourself in your own cum, unable to aim it anywhere else. She clings to you as you spasm together, bound in pleasure and debauchery. At last, it feels like the tide is slowing. She kneels back, her cock wetly popping from inside of you.

"Fuck..." she says, trying to catch her breath. "I was totally right, everything about you is great. I could fuck you senseless right now, you know that? Luckily for you..."

She pulls out her phone and checks the time. "I've got class right now, and I can't keep skipping. So here's the deal. I'll pick you up after school, and we'll go back to my place. Deal?"

As if she leaves you much choice. You motion to your arms.

"Right, in exchange, I'll let you go free. Fair trade?" You glare at her. "Good! I'll see you after school then!"

She unclasps the handcuffs from your wrists and undoes the collar around your neck. Dusting off her clothes, she smiles down at you.

"Oh, look, we're in the shower already. Go get cleaned up."

And with that, she walks over to the door, unlocks it, and leaves you in a puddle of love juice. After a few minutes you finally muster enough energy to get up, take a shower, and change into clean clothes. You have no idea what to do next..