Obey

"Ow! Ow! Okay, okay! You win, asshole! Stop!" You squeal while Max continued to pinch and pull painfully at your nipple. Max merely grinned as he continued his torment, now lifting up your whole breast by the nipple and making it bounce up and down obscenely. "Shit! That hurts, stop!"

Max merely laughed at her pained expression and continued to twist her nipple, which through all his attention now felt like it was on fire. "Jo, Jo, Jo. You really are cute. Even when you're giving in, you try to act like you're still winning," his large hand suddenly palmed her breast, squishing the soft orb against her chest before his meaty fingers closed around it in a tight, vice-like grip. You gasp in discomfort, eyes tearing up; although this latest treatment didn't hurt as much as him pinching your nipple, it was still quite uncomfortable.

"So, whatta ya say, Jo? You gonna ask me nice?" Max asked, his fingers squeezing your breast tighter and tighter.

You gritted your teeth in anger, ashamed at the spike of fear Max was able to make you feel. "P-please," you all but spat out, forcing your eyes closed in shame. "Please m-make me your girlfriend."

Your eyes suddenly shot open in surprise when all of the sudden you felt his large body surge forwards, his lips slamming down onto your own. You let out a gasp of surprise which allowed Max's tongue to slip into your mouth. The thuggish organ pushed through your lips, past your teeth, where it met your own tongue and proceeded to do battle. You vainly struggled, attempting to push your mouth away, but his strength was too much. His larger tongue defeating yours, dominating it, conquering it and claiming it. His hand, still clutching your breast, softened its grip; what was once a painful **** now became a cruel caress, the soft movements of his fingers sending pulses of heat up and down your spine. You whimper into his mouth, not wanting any of this yet unable to prevent it. Your body soon went limp, no longer struggling, no longer moving, except for the shivers of unwanted pleasure that tingled through your limbs.

As if sensing your surrender, Max pulled his face away from yours, though his taste still lingered vilely in your mouth. Taking a risk, you opened your eyes and saw the smug, satisfied look on his ugly face.

"See, Jo. Now was that so hard?" He grinned.

You noticed that his hand was still latched to your breast, kneading it gently between his fingers.