Only one way to find out

If I don't do this now, she'll just keep taunting me until I give her what she wants.

You turn and face Janice.

Hope this doesn't become a habit...

Shit, I even felt bad for Sarah yesterday, and she absolutely deserved it.

"Okay. You want me to hurt you? Fine." You grip her by the shoulders and slam her into the wall.

Let's see how far I can go before hating myself.

"Is this what you want!?" You growl, as she laughs gleefully.

"YES! Let it all out!"

Janice starts undoing your shirt and moves as if to kiss you, but instead bites down on your lip until it draws blood.

"We're even now, twink." She taunts;

" Ack! You bitch!" You toss the undone shirt away and retaliate by pinching her turgid nipple and twisting, while moving your other hand to her throat.

Janice lets out a pained moan, and clutches once again your crotch, " Ah! too afraid to use your pecker?" She pushes with a leg on the wall, throwing herself on you; and as you both tumble on the ground she manages to come up on top.

"Can't even get hard anymore without a cock in your mouth? Don't worry twink, I gotcha..." She grinds her ass on your groin, and you suddenly feel something hard and wet push against your lower abdomen;

Of course... How could I even think otherwise...

Janice's newly sprouted dick is lean and straight as an arrow, maybe six inches long, if that.

Thank you universe, finally a girl cock just marginally bigger than mine.

Small victories...

That particular thought gives you an idea...

As she scuttles forward, aiming her meatstick at your chin, you instead lock eyes with her;

"Is that it? You need a minute to grow out the rest of it?" You taunt her, flashing your best smug grin.

That must have hit the spot, because she stops for a moment, a mean grimace crossing her lips. As she's about to open her mouth to reply you seize the opportunity, tugging her arm to push her off balance while locking your legs behind hers, reversing your positions.

Again, to keep her still you move your hand up to her neck, your grip not as tight as it could be, more for scene than anything else; the other slides down past her navel, brushing her reddened member and going straight into her wet alcove, fingerblasting from second one.

"Come oh-on, enough with the foreplay! Can't even **** me properly, you... you babyhanded faggot!" She tries to wiggle out of your grasp, so you tighten the grip on her throat until her voice turns raspy.

She keeps fighting however, driving a weak knee in your crotch and burying her nails in your back, dragging them down.

You grit your teeth and let go of her throat to grip both her wrists, struggling to get up without letting go.

"Ok, enough foreplay..."

What now?

Short of straight up punching her in the dick I'm running out of clever options...

A brief look in the vicinity tells you there's a table cluttered with paper packs and painting paraphernalia.

Running on instinct, you drag your restless "captive" to it, brushing the clutter off the surface with a wide sweep of your arm and throwing her on the newly cleared space, face down, holding her wrist behind her.

And for a moment you freeze.

The dim light coming from a small window above the door reveals a web of long, dark scars scattered along the entirety of her back.

Jeeze... You aren't kidding about liking it rough, are you?

"Well? The hell are you waiting for? You were going so well, almost made me believe you have balls at all."

You snap out of it, and quickly regain the composture you need to pull off "Mean Liam".

You twist her wrist for good measure, while unbuckling your pants, as Janice starts to snicker.

"Ooh, I'm so scared! You gonna fill my pussy with all your four inches of fury, faggot?"

You grab her by the hair, pulling back while slapping hard her round butt.

"Shut up, bitch!"

Gods, it feels so weird.

Focus! Step one and two are done...

Now for the hard part, eh...

You brush the head of your dick on her labia, and as she begins to spit another snarky remark, you slide it up and into her pink asshole.

"Your girlfr- no, wait..." Janice starts to struggle "Not in the ass you fucker! You have no right to- Agh!" You pull her hair again, thrusting deeper.

She's tight inside. Tighter than you expected from someone who asked to shove a remote up inside her ass, fifteen minutes ago.

And it feels wonderful.

You slap her buttcheek again, leaving a swollen red handmark.

"Oh, sorry whore, my dick slipped. Too late to pull out now." You punctuate your statement by tugging on her one more time.

Janice still struggles to break free, all that movement only stimulating your member in ways you didn't believe possible.

She could break out of my grip easily if she wanted to...

this is all just another act to make me go harder, right?

As you begin to thrust back and forth, the slew of insults she throws at you turn to cries and whimpers and moans; her body shuddering lightly every time you stab deeper.

Strangely enough, you last way more than you expected, long enough that the fatigue starts to creep up.

Slowing your pace a bit, you realize Janice has stopped putting up any kind of resistance, slumped face down on the table, breathing heavily.

You let go of her wrist and move your hand down, finding her rock hard member and wrapping your fingers around it firmly, stroking in time with your thrusts.

Her moans and whimpers growing more loud, you're confident she's getting close.

This feels... off, somehow.

You too are getting at the end of your rope, so to speak.

She begins to tremble incontrollably, and cries out a dragged moan as her cock sprays your hand with warm semen.

You come almost right after that, the last few tired pumps into her shaking bottom sending shivers to your brain, before shooting your own load inside her.

Phew, this was... something.

"Nngh... Please daddy, no more... I can't go to school like this..." Janice mutters, her voice broken.

What

The

Fuck

Was

That.

Still catching your breath, you recoil away from her, horrified.

Janice takes a moment to get up, and when she does, you see swollen red eyes, and cheeks stained with mascara tears.

"That was-" She frozes mid-sentence after meeting your stare.

"Listen, I- I didn't mean to-" you stammer, before she spits in your face.

"You fucking idiot!" She slaps you hard, and you take it, speechless.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!? You had NO FUCKING RIGHT to do that!!" Her face is twisted in anger, voice anguished.

"You asked me to be mean to you! How could I... You said that..." You clench your fist, "Argh, listen, I'm... I'm sorry."

"You better fucking be! You don't know shit, so you don't get to look at me like that!" She takes a deep breath, sitting still buck naked on the table, visibly shaking.

"Do you have a smoke, asshole?" She asks, gripping the edge whiteknuckled.

"Uhm... Sure." You fish the pack from your jeans and offer her one, the small flame of your lighter casting deep shadows on her face.

You light one for yourself and sit beside her, silent. She grunts and punches you in the shoulder, scuttling away.

After what seems like an eternity of silence, Janice finally speaks up.

"Enjoyed your short time as a bad motherfucker? Did it felt as good as you imagined it while jerking off in your room?"

"I- I thought you were onto it, I swear! How was I supposed to... Fuck. Listen, there are no excuses, I should have known better. It's just... I'm new to all... This." You gesture at her sweaty body, still shaking.

"Don't give me that sad puppy crap, Liam. I get it, I really do. The whole assfucking thing, I can forgive the midunderstanding. It's the stare... the damn pity stare you gave me after. I fucking loathe that shit."

A hundred questions swirl in your mind, but you get the feeling that asking most of them out loud would only make her angrier.

"Why make me do those things if... If it ends like..."

"It doesn't. Usually. And you better forget what you heard if you want to keep your dick in one piece." She takes a last, long drag and smudges the butt of the cigarette on the table.

"I taunt losers like you and take them here for a spin, every now and then. They get to vent, maybe see a real pussy for the first time in their life. I make them run wild for a bit, let them think they are in control..." She looks away, running a hand in her messy hair.

"I like how, after... they look at me like a fucking goddess. Like I just handed them the keys to the damn universe. Fuckers leave thinking they were on top, but I was the one running the show the whole time."

There's a hint of sadness in her voice, barely masked.

" That's why you blackmailed me? So I would be raving mad about it, lash out and be emotional, easy to control?"

"Mhm... Turns out you're not that kind of person. But you're a better fuck than I gave you credit for, so there's that..."

You begin to get an idea of what kind of person Janice is: not a bad one, just a bit fucked up in the head. And definetly not as careless as she pretends to be.

Aren't we all?

"So, what now?" You ask, standing up.

"Now? You get the fuck out and leave me alone." She says, hugging her shoulders.

Perhaps that's the smart thing to do.

But she seems so... defeated now.

What if I don't want to leave her like that?