He made her into a masochist!

That empty feeling, that missing piece, it was this! That's what she was missing! Retaliation! For one of her recurring victims to turn her cruel games on it's head, to berate her instead! This burning desire however, the desire to be taunted and teased, just as she did so often before. It was new. Something that would never have even dared to cross her mind, let alone come into reality. At least, not before she went ****. There sudden needs must have been aquired during her little nap. But how would Mack know? Why was he so quick to start his assult? Did he do something to her? He must've, but how would he-

"You uhh... you know I can see your panties right now, right?" he inquired, pointing between Stacy's legs. He turned his head away and his ears got a couple shades redder. She was so lost in thought, and now lust, that she had completely forgotton she wasn't dressed yet! She was only planning on annoying him and then going back to her room, so she wasn't prepared. At least she was wearing underwear and a shirt, but he still got more than enough of a view, and it didn't help that her legs had started to relax and spread apart.

She turned to face the TV, burying her head in the pillow out of embarrassment. Normally, she would have called him a pervert and stormed off to her room, but right now, she wasn't quite so sure. If anything, the thought of being exposed to him only further stoked the flame inside her. She felt a drop of sweat roll down her cheek and she was almost felt inclined to turn back and show him a little more. She shook her head and gripped the pillow tightly. "What the hell am I thinking!" she thought to herself. "What's going on with me? I can't show myself off! And certainly not to him!"

"I bet you wanted me to see, didn't you, you disgusting pervert," he angrily remarked, "in fact, you liked it, didn't you, fucking weirdo. Why else would you be wearing nothing but a shirt and panties, you **** bitch!"

His second assult sent a wave of heat crashing over her, washing away her futile attempt to think. She buried her face in the pillow, almost letting out a moan. She felt her panties get damp and her heartbeat increase. Her breathing got heavy and hot, and sweat trickled down her forehead. Her nipples and clit perked up just a little, reacting to the sudden surge of arousal. She looked over at him with an attempt to appear angry, only amounting a gaze filled with lust, like she was an animal in heat. She might as well have been with how badly she now wanted to beg him to insult her more.

All she had to do was escape back to her room before he launched another flurry of verbal ****. Her trembling legs wouldn't make that easy though, and neither would her throbbing cunt, with how much it was begging for more. But if she made it she would be free, right?