Resistance is futile

The longer you restrain yourself and edge yourself to greater hardness, the more you want to use her. Wipe that smug little smirk off her face. Wrap your hands around that slender, vulnerable neck and squeeze until she goes limp, milk your cock in her throat as she gurgles and splutters the last of the air out her lungs. Watch as she kicks and screams and breaks into a sobbing wretched mess as you unleach hell on all of her holes. Bet she's tight, real tight. This is all Kristi's fault, keeping such a delicious little toy from you all this time.

Thoughts of Kriati's betrayal just makes you angrier ans you kick back your chair and stand up, openly masturbating in the middle of the despondant sexretary's kitchen.

The bitch is saying something but the words are drowned out by the blood pounding in your ears, a dull thudding as lust gives way to barely controlled sexual aggression.

Hazel gasps, and her wide eyes and nervous laughter are no longer a goon-baiting performance. She’s starting to understand.

Thick veins protrude from your painfully hard erection, pulsing as blood drains from your skull and overfills your cock to an iron hard rigidity. Precum spews from the one-eyed monster with every pump of your fist, squirting to splatter down onto the teenage rape-toy’s hair.

Hazel drags her chair back away from the table and holds her hands in front of her face defensively, shielding herself from your too-sudden invasion of her personal space.

You slap them away.

“Gonna fucking rape that throat… fuck you up, you're mine, all mine…” you’re barely cognizant, the entire world has shrunk down to a need to sheath your cock balls-deep inside a girl’s mouth.

“Mine to use, abuse…. anyone I want… rape you all… fucking choke you all…”

Hazel has dropped the giggly teen e-thot act completely, her voice dropping half an octave down from the overly saccharine jailbait act the online world had conditioned her to use when she wants something from somebody.

“Get the fuck away from me, you freak! Kristi, what the fuck is this shit, don’t just stand there, get him away from m-”

SMACK!

You wind back your hand and land a heavy slap across the side of her face.

“Yeah, Kristi, get over here. Do your fucking job for once. Hold her down. Gonna fucking fuck this… fuckin’ tight… choke toy…”

You’ve lost all sense of reason, but Kristi gets the gist and scuttles over, muttering condolences and apologies to Hazel as she twists her arms behind her and holds her in place for you.

You grab Hazel by the throat and start to squeeze.

“Oh, stop crying and open your mouth already" you demand simply. "We're going to rape you now.”