Rendezvous with a Sadist

Tears fell down your face, but the sobbing was silent. You felt empty and hollow inside as you sat disconnected and busted on the tile floor. The cum drying slowly on your face gooped down mingled with tears onto the floor in front of you.

You managed to pull the pieces of yourself together there on the bathroom floor. You knew you'd be in trouble barging into the girls room! What were you even thinking? There's no way this was ever going to end well! Somewhere deep down inside, you must have known you were going to get used, abused, and turned into a pocket of meat for a throbbing girlcock. And somewhere inside of you, you must have wanted it.

Your arms shook weakly as you went to the sink to freshen up. Class could be ending soon, you thought. Unless you wanted to skip the part where Jessica posted your shamed husk all over the Internet and give wandering girls the idea that you were a pocketpump, you had to make tracks. Jessica wouldn't like that. She'd kick your ass. No, maybe just fuck it... An involuntary shiver ran down your spine as you splashed the chilly water all over your face. Lucky for you, you managed to get out of the bathroom unnoticed just as the bell for the end up class began to ring.

Despite the reek of sex about you, you decided to sit the rest of your other classes. You figure a little bit of distraction and school work would help you figure out what you were going to do about the coming wreckoning of your ass behind the gym. At lunch, with no appetite, you found yourself staring at a pile of string beans pooling in their bean juices, bursting at the seams with thick white seeds as you pushed them around your tray with you four tined plastic fork.

You cell phone bleeped innocently in your pocket.

Unknown message...

Hey this is Jess! I just wanted to remind you not to miss our date <3 xoxoxoxo

Dick pic

Fuck. How'd she get your number? Ashley? Did she even know Ashley? Who else at this school could have given it to her? Did she have access to the office or something?

Another small bleep...

Doesn't my dick look delicious in these pants? :

Dick pic. Jessica's monster was hiding behind a thin wall of stretchy fabric. You could make out all the curves of her cock head - every crevice and inch of her penis was still fresh in your mind. The picture almost smelled like her. You licked your lips nervously as you imagined her bending you over roughly and plowing into your backdoor. If you didn't think fast, that's exactly where you'd end up in a couple of hours. You laid your phone in your lap and felt the tears welling up in your eyes again. It bleeped once again and it took all the will in your body not to throw it across the cafeteria. You didn't want that kind of attention when you smelled kind of like a fleshlight.

You put your phone to vibrate, pocketed it, and picked up your tray. You tried to ignore the continued buzzing in your pocket as you cleared the table and headed for afternoon classes. The buzzing never stopped as you walked to class. You shut it off, angry, and swearing you'd make whomever gave her your number pay somehow. Classes seemed to be a blur of images and buzz of lectures that flew by too fast...

As the last bell rang, with no ideas and no ammunition, you trudged slowly to the gymnasium. It was a newer building that was a bit far away from the rest of the school. It wasn't convenient and rarely in use when PE classes or sports weren't in session. Students tended to prefer the outside facilities closer to the front of the school on sunny days like this. Every step felt like it dragged you closer to **** as you **** yourself to walk behind the building....