Gwen rapes you

You're in the middle of preparing dinner when there's a sudden knock at your door. Standing on the other side is Gwen, the ebony goddess from the skater gang. She's dressed in a tight, low-cut top and a short skirt that accentuates her powerful figure.

"Gwen, what are you doing here?" you ask, surprised and a bit wary.

She smirks, her eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and lust. "I wanted to see how you were doing, John. And I have a few things I want to discuss with you."

You hesitate, not sure if you want to let her in. "Now's not a good time, Gwen. I'm busy."

She raises an eyebrow and pushes past you, forcing her way into your apartment. "Come on, John. Don't be like that. We had some good times, didn't we?"

You sigh, closing the door behind her. "Gwen, I really don't have time for this. I have plans for the evening."

She turns to face you, her eyes traveling down your body and lingering on your crotch. "Plans, huh? With who? Another hot piece of ass?"

You feel a flush of embarrassment. "No, it's not like that. I just have things to do."

Gwen laughs, a low, sultry sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "You're hard, John. I can see it. You can't hide it from me."

You look down, realizing that she's right. Despite your ****, your body is reacting to her presence. "Gwen, please. I don't want this."

She steps closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Your body says otherwise, John. You can't deny what you want. What you need."

Before you can react, she grabs you, pushing you back against the wall. Her hands roam over your body, squeezing and caressing. You struggle, but she's too strong. She pins your arms above your head with one hand, while the other tears at your clothes.

"Gwen, stop. Please," you plead, but she just laughs, her breath hot on your neck.

"You say no, but your cock says yes, John. Look at you, all hard and ready for me. You can't resist."

She forces your pants down, exposing your erection. Her hand wraps around it, stroking firmly. You gasp, a mix of pleasure and humiliation coursing through you.

"See, John? You can't deny it. You want this. You want me."

She pushes you onto the couch, straddling you. Her skirt rides up, revealing that she's not wearing any underwear. She grinds against you, her wetness coating your cock.

"Gwen, please," you beg, but she ignores your pleas, positioning herself over you and sliding down onto your shaft.

You groan, the sensation overwhelming. She rides you hard, her hips moving in a relentless rhythm. Her nails dig into your chest, leaving marks as she uses your body for her pleasure.

"You feel so good, John. So big and hard. Just what I need."

You try to hold back, but the sensation is too much. You come hard, your body convulsing as she milks every last drop from you.

Gwen laughs, a triumphant sound. "See, John? You can't resist me. You're mine to use as I please."

She gets up, leaving you sprawled on the couch, panting and humiliated. She adjusts her skirt and smirks down at you.

"Thanks for the good time, John. I'll be seeing you around."

With that, she leaves, the door clicking shut behind her. You're left alone, your body still tingling from the unwanted pleasure, your mind reeling from the humiliation. You know you need to be more careful, to protect yourself from the predatory women of this world. But for now, you're just a plaything, a toy for their amusement. And you have to find a way to change that.