Vanessa, a gothy mean grrl.

Vanessa has long been one of your biggest bullies and cruelest crushes. She hides her pretty princess looks under her raven black bangs with blood red tips. Her petite, pornstar figure is almost always hidden under a hoodie and pants with more belts and buckles than Santa's closet. Her eerie allure is accentuated by her foreboding, forbidding personality. Rumor has it she's a witch and even the toughest studs and most cutthroat cuties steer clear of her, but you suspect her true power is that she is a bitch.

"Watch where you're going you little..." Vanessa's terrifying tone turns poison apple sweet when she recognizes you. "Elliot? Well what is the little lamb doing wandering all by himself? Looking to get sacrificed?" This is what makes Vanessa one of your scariest bullies...she FLIRTS with you!

"Awww. What's the matter? You aren't SCARED of lil' ol' me, are you? Why I am so tiny and kee-ute. I bet a big strapping stud like you could make me do anything you wanted to." Her black boots ever so gingerly slip between your legs and crush up against your painfully hard prick. The worst part about her sarcasm is how sincere she makes it sound, and just like always you are reacting just how she wants.

"I...I need to get to class, Vanessa." You stammer up at her, hoping your transparent terror is enough for her to get her humiliation high today. You wish you could believe her candy and razor blade cute act, but everytime you fall for it you end up with her pantsing you in the middle of study hall after making you cream yourself, leading you blindfolded and bareassed into the girl's locker room, or even drinking her...no that one is too vile and vicious to remember. You vow, just as you always do before she convinces you to kick the football, that this time you won't be tempted by her transparent tricks.

"Oh. I...I guess I deserve that." She lowers her face and hides behind her bangs. Her tone is genuinely hurt. "I have been pretty awful to you, haven't I, Elliot?" You find yourself shaking your head 'no' as you take her proffered hand to rise to your feet. "No. It's okay. You can be honest. I've picked on you more than almost anyone, and you're one of the only people that's ever been nice to me. I guess it's because..." she trails off and walks away and you find yourself trailing right behind her.

"W-what is it?" You barely notice that she is leading you away from class and out the doors towards the athletic field. There's no one using it this early, so the druggies and freaks often sneak behind the bleachers to do whatever it is they do. You have always been to scared to find out, but with Vanessa suddenly showing you her **** side, you would follow her past the gates of Hell...and you just might.

"I suppose you already suspected. What with me teasing you and pushing you around and humiliating you at every turn..." you follow her into the darkness under the bleachers, transfixed by the swaying of her plump ass even her baggy bondage pants can't disguise and the honey and hornets sugary sweet tone of her voice. She turns and you realize you are alone with her in a dark place where no one will hear you scream.

"I have a crush on you, Elliot. I always have I guess. I just couldn't admit it...even to myself. And when I found out you were a cocksucker..."You feel the other boot drop. Crushing down on you until you feel small and smushed and ready to sob. "Then I knew you were the one for me." Vanessa pulls you into a kiss, sliding her tongue deep down your throat like she's trying to lap up the last load you swallowed. You moan around her tongue as her hands slide down to squeeze your ass. You let her have her way with your mouth and ass, moaning around her tongue and writhing in her hands. You know that this has to be another trick...but it feels too much like a treat to resist.

Vanessa breaks the kiss and with a single finger placed on top of your head, 'forces' you down to your knees. "Good boi. You are going to be a good boi for me, aren't you, Elliot?" You nod obediently, your excruciatingly erect prick making the decision for you. "Good. Then I'll show you my little secret."

Your eyes widen as she lifts her hoodie over her head and reveals a leather corset with a sheer spiderweb lace window down her soft stomach. Her breasts barely contained by the corset as they are pushed up showing off the tops of her pale pink areolas. You lick your lips and let your eyes drift down as she shimmies out of her pants to reveal matching lace spider web panties, hiding a cock that is easily twice your size and still soft. You are still licking your lips, trying to catch your drool before she notices when she coos, "So is my good boi going to suck my cock like an obedient slut? Or do you want me to '****' you?"