The worst things possible

(This is a smut chapter.)

With no delay, Sabrina straddles your lap, obscuring the movie with her beautiful, latex-clad body. She cradles your head in her hands, tilting it upwards until your gaze meets her glimmering rubies. Combined with the glowing backdrop of the screen, her image is mesmerizing. As she closes in for a kiss, your eyes remain glued to hers.

“This is just a kiss between friends, okay Emilia? It’s only so we can get to know each other better. Just relax.”

“But Sab- mmmm…”

As soon as her lips meet yours, you feel a slithering feeling in your head. It’s impossible to focus on it for more than a few seconds, though, because Sabrina’s kiss demands your full attention. Her tongue flails around like a wild animal, brushing up against every square centimeter of your mouth. It’s as though each second is a life or **** moment, and she’s determined to make the most of it by kissing you as roughly as possible. A kiss between friends? Not even lovers would share such a wanton kiss! Your pulse quickens as her lips and tongue continue mocking the boundaries of friendship. Despite whatever **** is holding you on the couch, you still find the ability to grip the cushions, squeezing so tightly that you might puncture them with your nails.

Lightheadedness sets in, and all at once, you remember your need to breathe. You take in as much air as you can through your nose, adding an extra layer of pleasure on top of Sabrina’s reckless technique. This is all happening so fast, and it feels good…! Isn’t this girl dangerous? Shouldn’t you be doing… something?

Willpower Check: Failed!

Your thoughts fog up all over again as Sabrina’s kiss crosses another threshold of lewdness. She slips her tongue between your upper lip and your teeth, running it back and forth as if counting each one. You squeak, but don’t resist. It’s weird… Your thoughts feel lazy, and that crawly feeling keeps going everywhere in your mind. But if you try to think about it, all you can think about is Sabrina’s kiss, sapping away all your strength and leaving a simmering flame in your core. You can even feel yourself getting a bit wet… Oh god, how are things moving so quickly?

“Emilia.” That stern voice. Is that Sabrina?

When you come to your senses, you find yourself looking at Sabrina, misty-eyed and blushing crimson while your lolled out tongue leaks drool into your cleavage. Her face is serious and void of emotion. Your brain is years away from constructing a reply, so the clingy Gym Leader continues speaking.

“You’ve already had such an intimate relationship with so many people… Is this how you bond with people? I thought sex was just a matter of sexual satisfaction, but obviously the way to your heart is between your legs.”

“That’s not-”

“Even your ‘best friend’, that Samantha bitch, is just trying to get you fucked 24/7. I’ll kill her, by the way. But not today. Because today I’ll show you…” The raven-haired lunatic brings her face, now putting her craziness on full display, a mere inch from yours. “…How great it is to be my best friend! If you want to cum, then I’ll MAKE you cum! Ahahahaha!”

Help…

In a flash, your dress is yanked off of you, despite Sabrina never lifting a finger. You impulsively try to cover your boobs, but your arms remain stationary at your sides. As embarrassing as it is, being exposed is probably the least of your concerns right now, but wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties in a stranger’s home has you feeling even more **** than you already were.

“Ah, what hard nipples. And your panties are awfully wet, considering I only gave you a friendly kiss. Could it be that we’re just that compatible with each other? Is that it? Emilia, is your body so excited to be my friend that it’s inviting me to do all kinds of things to it?” She’s smiling from ear to ear, but she still has a dangerous, sinister aura that you can’t relax around. “You know, I’m pretty smart about this stuff. You might think I don’t know anything about sex because I don’t get out much, but I can read people’s minds, so I know a lot. Especially about you.”

If you value your life, you should watch your words carefully. This is no time to worry about your pride, you just have to communicate clearly.

“W-Well, it’s not really what you think. I have this troublesome body that gets aroused even when it shouldn’t. It’s a constant struggle. Even if it looks like I want sex stuff to happen, the truth is, I never like sex stuff. So, if it was a choice between you doing lewd things to me, and nobody doing lewd things to me, I would pick nobody.”

…Did that work? Does she understand?

“Huh? What are you saying…” Seconds pass as she processes your words, but she somehow ends up with a gloomy, angry expression on her face. “Why. Why am I worse than no one? Why would you say that?”

You messed up.

Sabrina’s fist flies past your face, missing you by a hair. Eyes wide with terror, you glance to the side as if to confirm that she did, in fact, almost cave your face in. “Emiliaaaaaa, it’s not fair! You’ve gotten along with so many girls when they had sex with you! Why are you making excuses with me!?” What in the world do you say to that? How do you fix this? You fail to think of an answer before Sabrina has an idea of her own.

She slowly removes herself from the couch, standing up straight so you can see her perfect hourglass silhouette against the bright screen behind her, still paused on a movie you’ve long forgotten about. In a clearly practiced motion, Sabrina strips her red top and skirt, leaving her in only her black latex bodysuit. She reaches for the zipper and drags it down slowly. Somehow, you find yourself more captivated by her body than with thoughts of escaping this terrible situation.

The raven-haired beauty’s bare form comes into view, and for a second, you think it might make up for how crazy she is. That bubble butt, packing enough cushion to sway back and forth from the slightest movements. Her erotic breasts, hanging at exactly the right height to swing as much as possible. Everything about her body is so sexual that you feel a bit guilty just for looking at her.

For all the intent with which you stare at her, Sabrina stares back at you with double. Her crimson eyes take you in with both obsession and glee, making your hair stand up in fear and your heart beat in anticipation. Were you always such a glutton for… whatever this girl is doing?

“Ah, I knew it! Seeing me like this makes you so happy. If my naked body gets that kind of a reaction out of you, then you must like me after all! Hey, Emilia, tell me how much you like me. And what part of me excites you the most?”

Again, she’s made you drool into the valley of your cleavage, this time enough that there’s a pool of saliva. Th-This has gone on long enough, right? Things are getting too risky. It’s not like she even beat you in a battle. In fact, you beat her! S-So you shouldn’t be getting bossed around! You take a deep, jagged breath that does nothing to calm you down.

“S-S-Sabrina, I-I like you, b-but not the way you think. I’m pure, s-so I don’t get aroused. Your body d-d-doesn’t turn me on at all.” That should defuse all this sexual tension.

You barely blink, and Sabrina’s crazed face is in front of yours. “What.” That’s all she says. Only that one word, and a gaze that paralyzes your mind, no different than your unmoving body. The only thing moving is your pussy, which manages to pulse and leak more love juices into your panties as though being scrutinized is turning you on. Or maybe it’s because of that weird tunneling thing in your brain that never went away. Whatever the reason for this growing heat, you can’t stop your eyelids from fluttering as an unseemly moan works its way out of your mouth. Having noticed the undeniable proof of your arousal, Sabrina’s face embodies the terrifying sound of ambulance sirens.

“Liar… You’re a liar. You lied.”

The insane girl reaches behind you, grabs your hair, and tugs it down hard enough to leave you staring up at the ceiling. Before you realize what’s happening, she’s leaning over you, her panic-inducing face filling your vision once again. Even if your mind is busy fearing for your life, your pussy just finished drenching your panties with nectar. Honestly, your whole body is covered in a pins and needles sensation, begging for any touch, any intimacy… You don’t even know whether to attribute your quick and shallow breaths to fear or lust. This is bad, and for all the wrong reasons. Your life could be in danger, but you’re just sitting here like a bubble of untapped lust on the brink of bursting.

“If your stupid mouth won’t tell the truth, then your slutty body should be honest and cum already!”

“*OOOOHHHHHhhhhh…*”

Girlcum squirts out of you, its momentum carrying it through your ruined panties so it can sully the couch beneath you. Your pussy oscillates through some of the strongest contractions you can remember, clenching tight, then stretching out as if to accommodate a member that was supposed to be inside. But there’s nothing. Nothing but fear and self-loathing for letting yourself cum so pathetically. You literally got scared into an orgasm… Not to mention, Sabrina’s brand of crazy is somehow as hot as her body. The way she screams at you like she’s absolutely insane makes you… You can’t explain it, just… Your survival instincts are all out of whack…

Sabrina keeps staring with maniacal satisfaction, not even acknowledging the mess you’re making of her furniture. She doesn’t even blink the whole time you’re cumming. She just keeps a firm grip on your hair and watches as you make a disgrace of yourself by literally orgasming in fear of one girl. An idle thought floats around in your head, something about that slithering feeling happening again somewhere in your head, but you’re too busy wrestling with the thought of being such a miserable masochist to pay it much attention.

Content with the time spent spectating your feargasm, your friend coos, “There. I made you cum! Just like all those other girls from your memories. I’m your friend now, right? After all, I only had to kiss you and get naked!” And scare the daylights out of you. “Maybe that even makes me your best friend?”

Your head’s still fuzzy from your orgasm, but you’re pretty sure this is going somewhere bad. You should probably try to stop it, before she goes overboard.

“Oh, I-I didn’t *huff* cum.”

Sabrina’s face gets kinda vague and hard to read, like she’s deep in thought. “You didn’t? What do you mean? You were making a stupid, slutty orgasm face.” Wow rude. “Why are you lying? In fact, stop lying.”

*SMACK*

“*Nghaaa-haaaa…*” Why in the world did you just make that depraved moan in response to getting slapped?

Sabrina looks at her hand, then back at you. A cheerful, yet smug, grin breaks across her face. “I like that. Hey Emilia, stop lying.”

The last thing you see is Sabrina reeling her arm back before your thoughts become a jumble of pain and ecstasy.