She is not alone!

Chloe was seething with rage as she hurried up the stairs. Her head was spinning. This little shit!

As she arrived on the first floor she once again unlocked her phone to look at the picture again, half-hoping she had just imagined it. Hoping that she was going crazy.

It turned out, she wasn't. The brunette winced ever so slightly as the picture of herself spreading her holes flashed up on the display, a look of **** need on her face. The internet would have a field day with this. She had to do what it took to make sure it never got public.

Pushing open the door to her room she immediately sensed something was off and she froze in place. The window, which she had opened earlier for some nice, clean evening air had been shut now. For half a second she tried to convince herself that maybe her mom had done so before heading to bed, but there was one thing that made her doubt this turn of events.

Sitting on her bed, his back leaned against the wall and his feet, shoes still on, nonchalantly propped on her pillow, sat Michael, giving her the widest, most disgusting grin Chloe had ever seen.

Barely holding back a scream that certainly would have alerted reinforcements in the form of Joey, Jack and Lee, but also would have led to some extremely humiliating explanations, Chloe pushed her room door shut. “You!” she hissed, glaring fiercely at her blackmailer, a snarl twisting her lips.

“Hello, slut!” Michael smiled at her before he moved in a flash.

It took Chloe completely by surprise as the teenage boy pushed up from his relaxed pose and shot off the bed and towards her. She gasped as he slammed into her and the **** of the impact pushed her up against the wall, the back of her head thudding against it.

“Ugh!” Chloe grunted and was about to resist when Michael's big hand came up and grabbed her by the throat, squeezing hard enough for her to feel powerless. Within a split-second, all her fury and bravado left her as she looked up at Michael, who sneered down at her. Both her hands came up to pry his wrist away from her neck, but the young man was much too strong.

“Call me an asshole now, you little whore!” he hissed at her, using his whole body to press Chloe up against the wall, his much larger frame covering her, pinning her in place as he choked her with apparent effortlessness.

Chloe's heart raced, looking with big eyes up at her tormentor. This sudden turn of events had taken her completely by surprise and thrown her off her game and even if she were able to speak, with her mind whirling with adrenaline she would have been unable to come up with a trademark, snappy comment.

Michael grinned down at her, his face a mask of arrogance. “I always wanted an Asian bitch...” he whispered down at her and Chloe's eyes widened as she felt his free hand reach down and grab the thin cord that was all that held her wide, comfortable pants on her hips, “A tight, yellow hole to dispose my cum in!” Chloe willed her hands to move down, to stop his hand from doing what it did, but to her horror, she felt frozen, fingers wrapped around the wrist at her throat, looking up at him with begging eyes.

A short tug on the string, the knot loosened and the pants fell, pooling around her feet. Michael's smile widened another iota as he saw the expression in her eyes, then his gaze moved down.

“How cute!” he mocked, letting his fingers graze along the waistband of Chloe's panties. It was a modest, plain pair of bikini cut cotton panties, light blue. Not meant to impress, but very comfortable.

“Let's get rid of thesez!” With that Michael grabbed a hold of the front of her panties in his fist and, his eyes once again meeting hers, he yanked.

Chloe flinched, her eyes squeezing shut as the waistband dug into her hips, biting into them before the sharp pull made it give out and it snapped. When she opened her eyes, Michael dangled the tattered remains in front of her face, savoring her reaction as she looked at them.

Chloe's lips tightened angrily. Willing not to be a quivering mess, too proud to show weakness. Michael chuckled at this.

“There we go!” he grinned, carelessly tossing the ruined underwear away over his shoulder, “For a second I was worried you'd just be a bubbling little mess...” He paused a second before winking at her. “And I wanted to be the one to turn you into one!”

The snarl that Chloe wanted to give Michael turned into a look of open-mouthed shock as the man's hand came down between her legs and roughly cupped her mound, squeezing the smooth, sleek lips of her pussy between his fingers.

“There's that little hole...” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear as he leaned in, “That eager, little cockhole that is causing you so much trouble!”

Chloe wanted to yell as her pussy was fondled, but with Michael's hand like a vice around her neck she barely got air to breath, let alone scream. Her face was turning red, a vein pulsating on her brow and she grit her teeth when the damn asshole began to rub her pussy, discovering something that Chloe dreaded.

“Well look at that!” he mocked, kissing her cheek, “Look who is a wet little cum dumpster!”

It was almost too much for her to bear and both her eyes and her mouth were wide as saucers as Michael's middle finger pushed into her pussy, stretching her cunt open, one thick finger easily sliding all the way into her to the hilt.

"That's nice!" Michael whispered and grinned at her. She was hot and tight, and already wet and the teen wasted little time, beginning to fuck her with curling motions, searching and finding all her good spots, using the intel he had collected during their first encounter.

Pinned up against the wall by her throat, Chloe felt completely ****. Her grip on Michael's wrist slackened and she gaped at her tormentor with a stunned, shocked expression that made him almost chuckle. His finger slid in and out of her hole with no difficulty, coated with her own juices and in no time at all, Michael added a second finger, stretching her tunnel open and providing even more stimulation.

“Tight little bitch!” he hissed at her, the pad of his thumb pressing against her clit, rubbing the little bundle of nerves as his ring and middle finger fucked her, causing Chloe all kinds of sensations.

She tried to hate it. She wanted to resist, but it was too much. Not only was Michael stronger, but the asphyxiation paired with the stimulation of her sensitive slit were quickly sapping her strength. Blood was pumping in her ears and she felt her face turn deep red now, her eyes rolled. Somewhere in the back of her mind a voice wondered whether she'd cum or pass out first.

“You're a slut! A pretty little cumrag for me to use!” Through the mist, she heard the insults that the damn asshole was constantly whispering at her as he blasted her snatch with his fingers.

Then her question what would come first was answered when her juicy cunt suddenly and violently constricted, gripping a hold of Michael's fingers. The muscles in her lower abdomen convulsed with shock and her hips bucked away from the wall, towards her tormentor as Chloe had a humiliating, knee-wobbling orgasm, her pupils rolling back into her head to reveal the white in her eyes as she all but lost consciousness.

“Fucking dirty, little bitch!” Realizing that Chloe was cumming, Michael grinned triumphantly, his hand squeezing even tighter to reduce the blood flow in her brain to a trickle. At the same time he shoved his two fingers deep into her pussy, almost lifting the twitching actress of her feet with his **** before yanking them back out.

Looking the actress that was on the very verge of passing out in the face Michael lifted his juice-smeared digits to his lips and noisily sucked her tangy essence off, savoring the taste. Chloe hardly noticed, her eyes fluttering as she surfed through whole different spheres. Not even the pair of harsh, open-palmed slaps Michael embellished her cheeks with that made her head fly first to one, then the other site.

“Bitch!” Michael spat. Realizing she was moments away from actually passing out he let go and watched with amusement as Chloe collapsed like a puppet whose strings were cut. In fact, the starlet would have face-planted on the floor had he not caught her by grabbing a fistful of her hair and using that to keep her up on her knees, leaning the drowsy starlet back against the wall as she took a wheezing breath.

Holding the gorgeous starlet with one hand firmly entangled in her hair, her face level with his crotch, the grinning teen reached for his zipper. “I gave you an orgasm. Time for you to make it up to me, ho!”