Todd forces Sadie to her knees

I feel like I’m in one of those movies where the heroine is caught in public but no one recognizes it. Todd’s arm around my waist guides me to follow him and I don’t put up a fight. Other people see us and probably just see a romantic couple walking toward the chem building.

Todd doesn’t waste any time, locking the door to the lab behind us and taking me right back to the storeroom. I see the handcuffs already hanging from the overhead pipe he used before. I try to keep whatever dignity I can and drop my backpack, raising my hands up for Todd to click the cuffs on. I can’t stop the little moan that escapes my lips as Todd exposes my breasts and starts playing with them, this time starting with licks and bites directly to my nipples.

I feel my physical arousal shoot up like a rocket but still feel disgusted in my mind. While I squirm under Todd’s oral **** of my breasts, I consider that Louis didn’t touch me nearly as aggressively as Todd currently is. Comparatively he barely touched my breasts while he focused more on kissing and romancing me. Focused on making me feel loved. Special. Todd is making me feel used. ****. I was over the moon aroused by Louis’ treatment with far less physical attention and am less aroused by Todd’s treatment with much more physical attention.

I remember laughing at a girl in my freshman year when she said that a girl’s biggest erogenous zone was her brain. What was it that she said? ‘Make me feel sexy and you’ll make my knees weak without even touching me.’ That’s what Louis did and what Todd is missing.

Both my contemplation and arousal are interrupted as Todd lets go of me and picks up my backpack. For a moment I think he’s just moving it out of the way but flinch as he pulls out my phone. His voice is dripping with that confident teasing tone that I’m learning to absolutely hate from him, “I want you to have some photos of this to see how sexy you look Sadie. Here, unlock this.”

Todd turns the phone to face me and I only have a moment to close my eyes and turn my face away, suddenly hating that I activated face unlock. I feel Todd’s hand under my chin as he turns my face forward again and hear him chuckle while he holds me there. We wait like that, me with my eyes closed, Todd holding my face forward, for several long moments when I hear Todd say, “Oh hey, look at that! You dirty girl!”

Fearing that he someone got the phone open even with my eyes closed I open my eyes to see what he’s looking at, only to see my phone facing me. I don’t have time to realize I’ve been bamboozled before the phone unlocks and Todd releases my face. I try to stand up for myself, already knowing that Todd will just ignore my protest. “Damnit Todd, leave my phone alone!”

Todd’s grin says he has no intention of leaving my phone alone as he steps back and clearly starts taking pictures of me. I make sure no smile whatsoever crosses my lips or my eyes, but it’s a small consolation as Todd takes dozens of photos. When he’s finished with his **** photo spread he comes to stand next to me and holds the phone out so that we can both see the gallery of images. He starts scrolling through them, commenting on how happy I look regardless of my obvious discomfort. He even adds commentary on my body features including my lips, hair, and breasts.

When he gets to the first image he shot he still flips to the next item in the gallery. A video comes up and he steps aside as I see Marley sitting in the coffee shop. It’s the video I made when Marley and I had our heart to heart, before I trusted him to not be rude or offensive. “What do we have here? Is this the black guy you got the tattoo for?”

While I attempt pure anger my voice comes across as a mixture of irritation and despair, “Please Todd, don’t look at that. It’s private!”

Todd starts scrubbing through the video, listening to a few snippets of our conversation. He has a wide smirk on his face as he asks, “What did you and lover boy here talk about, hmm?”

I hear bits and pieces of Marley’s and my conversation, wondering how it would sound to Todd.

“…I’ll never have body hair again…”

“…redirecting my sexual energies back into myself, keeping me more constantly aroused without a relief valve…”

I close my eyes, embarrassed that Todd is hearing me say these deeply personal things, especially so out of context that he wouldn’t understand.

“…flirting with you so quickly…”

“…I love some of them…”

“…sex with a man…”

“…so, I was kissed. A lot…”

“…having you touch me all over in way more intimate ways than I expected…”

“…with handling your cock…”

“…I can’t lie and say I’m not getting sexual pleasure from men. Even from what we did together…”

My eyes flash open as I hear my phone crash to the floor. I immediately see Todd glaring at me with my phone at his feet. His voice is actually quaking with anger, “What the fuck? You fucked him? You fucked other guys?”

I shake my head side to side negatively, but he just keeps on going, “I was being nice to you. You looked all shy and confused, so I just did a little harmless making out. I figured since you used to be a dude, you were still going after chicks like some lesbo.”

I try to get some words in to make Todd understand, “Todd, look I haven’t…”

But Todd just raises his voice and shouts right over my small voice, “Shut it! It’s not like I heard someone else tell me this, it was you. Your voice telling me that you flirted, were aroused by men, made yourself look like a chick, had sex with a man, kissed them, handled their cocks, and specifically did sexual things with him. YOU said that. So obviously you acting like a tease was just with me. You’re a slut, a tease, and were just fucking with me.”

Todd starts walking toward me, continuing his diatribe, “No more mister nice guy. If you like fucking guys, then you’ll share the same thing with me.”

I try to back away, but the cuffs catch the pipe and Todd is on me before I can free myself. Quick as ever he unlocks one of the cuffs and pulls both my arms around to cuff my wrists behind my back. I’d naturally worry about this loss of freedom, but he immediately follows it up with a forceful push to my shoulder. Forcing me to my knees.

My breath catches in my throat as I can’t seem to peel my eyes away from Todd’s hands, unzipping his pants and pushing them to the floor. Even his voice doesn’t call my attention away, “Remember, refuse this and I’ll get you kicked out of school and ruin your streaming gig. Hell, I’ll even get your nigger lover screwed up.”

A million thoughts run through my mind in the few seconds it takes Todd to push his underwear down and expose himself.

I should stand up, knee him in the groin, and run.

I should scream and fall back, even if it means falling to the floor.

I should shout at him, make him hear that I haven’t been with men and don’t want to be with one now.

I should let him in my mouth and bite down like I did on varsity jacket’s tongue.

I shouldn’t resist as he has all the control here and I have none.

I should do as he says and get this over with as fast as possible.

I should think of this as another practice or another devotional.

And at that point I just made it worse for myself as I mentally hear those quiet strumming guitars and female humming that accompanies most of my devotionals. I remember being on my knees, blowing dildos while watching videos and imagining myself in a scenario just like this.

When I make myself look up at Todd’s face, I see that anything I say would go in one ear and out the other. His face is filled with a bad mixture of anger and lust. I make myself look back down as he starts stroking himself to hardness. I hate that I know I’ll be able to do this. That he’s nowhere near as big as the ‘Marley’ dildo, let alone Marley himself. He doesn’t even seem to be as big as Louis’s bulge is in his pants, although he’s still way bigger than me.

When Todd is finally hard, his cock bobbing and pointing menacingly at me, he steps forward and puts his hand on the back of my head. His breathing is curt, and his voice is tense as he pulls me in. “Open wide and do it. Bite me and you’ll lose your teeth before you get kicked out of school.”

And just like that, without further thought or consideration, I comply. While I can’t say it’s willingly, I join in with what Todd wants. I open my mouth and let him slide his cock in.

Even as I gag slightly at the musky scent and taste, I hate that muscle memory immediately kicks in making my tongue slip out and wet and moisten his shaft. My tongue does its well-trained dance, licking and slurping along his length as he starts to stroke in and out of my mouth, making it so that the next part will be easier. Once he’s moist I pull my tongue back into my mouth and seal my lips around him, sliding easily on the moistened surface. Sucking my cheeks in as I follow my training and blow Todd.

It's only a few minutes into this hell that Todd pushes to the back of my mouth. I lurch and let out a bit of a gag but am surprised that’s it. I’d assumed it would be difficult to let someone into my throat, but Todd’s next thrust is even easier as he gets the head of his cock to slide deep.

As the noises from my throat being repeatedly violated fill the room with ‘gluk gluk gluk’ sounds, Todd gasps out, “God, I knew you were lying you slut. You suck cock better than a whore!”

I try to mentally escape this hell hole of a situation, but there’s just no getting around the fact that I’m giving a blow job. In one moment, my mind rages at the thought, willing me to fight and scream and hurt Todd. In the next moment I’m racked with humiliation, not just from having sex with a man but knowing I put myself into this situation. I agreed to this. I agreed to the breasts, the makeup, the clothes, the hair.

Those thoughts float away when I hear Todd starting to grunt above me, his motions becoming jerkier, and feel his cock grow on my tongue. HE’S GOING TO CUM!

I have absolutely no idea why I hadn’t considered how this was going to end, but the thought of Todd cumming is suddenly and frighteningly abhorrent. I try to pull back, to get away, to escape, but Todd simply grabs me by my twin ponytails and pulls me in before screaming “FUUUUCCCKKKKK!!!!”

I barely register Todd’s scream of pleasure as it’s drowned out by my own internal scream of “NOOOOOOO!!!!”

I feel his cock jerk inside of my mouth and then the entrance of my throat is hit with a stream of Todd’s cum. As he holds me still, my neck and scalp straining painfully to get away, he jerks and sends jet after jet of cum into my mouth.

I remember reading stories about women giving head, about how men would bury themselves so deep that they came right down their throat into their bellies and always thought that was weird, wondering why a woman would want that. Now, as my mouth fills with Todd’s wicked cum, I no longer wonder. There is no escaping the overpowering flavor and texture and sensation of his cum and as he continues to get off inside of my mouth it overwhelms my ability to hold it and starts leaking out the corners of my lips.

My back again lurches once, twice, three times, as I fight the almost overwhelming urge to swallow. Finally, after what feels like three eternities, Todd simultaneously lets go of my hair and pulls out of my mouth. As soon as he’s clear I act completely on instinct and spit the cum out. While some does end up on the floor, most of it ends up pooled on the top of my breasts and dripping down onto my clothes.

My arms reach out to catch myself as I fall forward, leaving me on my hands and knees but preventing me from lying in the pool of Todd’s cum. I feel my whole body start shaking and a darkness seems to be coming from everywhere, threatening to obscure my vision.

As I realize I’m on the verge of passing out I hear Todd’s arrogant voice say while he catches his breath, “Damn, and you were trying to say that you haven’t done this. Fuuuuck Sadie, you seriously blow like a porn star. The way you licked me and… and the way your lips puffed up… damn that was so sexy. And those little moans? Damn girl, I feel like I owe you some cash or something!”

I focus on my breathing as every word Todd says seems to push me further and further down into my humiliation grave. When I finally feel that I’m not on the verge of losing consciousness I push myself back up onto my knees, my ass resting on my heeled tennies, while I pull up my bra and tank top to at least give me some semblance of dignity. Not that I currently feel like I’ll ever experience dignity again.

When Todd comes over and pulls me up by my arm, I don’t resist him at all. I’m just done, just broken. I can’t raise my eyes up to look him in the face and wonder if I’ll ever be able to look at him or anybody in the face again, but I see that he’s tucked him self away and looks as normal as ever. No sign of his recent orgasm while I carry every sign of it. Signs like smeared lipstick. Like mascara running down my cheeks. Like sticky cum on my chin and breasts and shirt.

As Todd guides me out of the storeroom and toward the door of the lab I realize that if anybody sees me it will be like a neon sign over my head “She’s A Whore And Just Gave A Blow Job!” but I don’t drag my feet or hesitate as I need to be outside of ihs presence. I don’t even balk as I walk through the door, feeling his hand spank my ass on the way out, and hear his voice cockily say “Hey, we’ll be doing that a lot from now on babe!”