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Debauchery on Campus (Chynya x lilbreadstick16)

The kick came just as Taylor realized that she would have to get at several bolts before the doorknob, with hands behind her back. Stephen knocked the air from her lungs and she fell back again, landing on her ass between the bed and the wall. She dug her heels into the carpet to scoot herself backward until her back connected with the nightstand. There, she sat, staring up at him, bare chest heaving from the effort.

She watched him a moment. They both knew that she would lose in a brawl, but Taylor was desperate. If she was going to be taken like this, she wouldn't make it fucking easy. She struggled against the restraints on her wrists. "Might as well make it a fair fight then," she said, leaning forward slightly to pull her wrists to her side, stretching out next to her hip.
 
Smiling wickedly at her brazenness, he cautiously stepped forward, muscles ready for a strike to come at any minute. Reaching down, keeping his eyes on hers, wary of those teeth again, he unties the knots at her wrists.

Jumping back and getting into a slight crouch, hands to the side, palms open and facing his query, he waited. "Fair fight would be two or three of you, but this will do, yes? Show me what you've got bitch!"
 
That smile unsettled her, and the regret sank deeper. She leaned back as he came closer, distrustful of his intentions, but she let him untie the knots and her surprise held her from trying to bite again. She looked up at him, standing open before her. She wasn't armed, wasn't even fucking dressed. She could do nothing to hide the tremble as she stood, ass pressed back against the nightstand to stabilize herself. Her hands slipped behind her back again, as if nervous, but behind her they wandered blindly in search of any heavy object. The lamps were installed in the wall, that was too much but.. One hand brushed against cool plastic, and fingers curled around the rounded edges of the alarm clock. Weak, but it should do. She flexed, grasping it tight enough to turn her knuckles white, and spoke. "So, what? You win and you fuck me, I win if I can make it out that door?" Again Taylor could do nothing to hide the waver in her voice, and tears slipped down her cheeks in slow, patient streaks.
 
She was so cute standing there trying desperately not to show fear, shaking uncontrollably as she tried to defy him. At least she didn't do the stupid thing and charge at him, he was ready for that with a swift uppercut to the jaw. Instead she was asking him questions, as if that was going to change things now.

"I wasn't going to fuck you tonight, but now, you're not going to be able to walk when I am done with you. Think you're safe when you walk out that door? Ridicule and shame is all that awaits you out there. No matter where you go, I will find you."
 
Taylor eyed him, shifting her weight back and forth between each foot. He was confident, which she hoped would be his weakness. Again, though, he reminded her of the harassment those girls endured. She steeled herself against the overwhelming urge to drop to her knees and give up. Instead, she tightened her grip on the clock, then gave it a quick jerk. Just as she hoped the cord snapped at the corner of the nightstand. Now she had a weapon, and she wouldn't give him a moment to notice. In two steps she lunged forward, hurling the clock with all her force toward his temple.
 
The moments passed incredibly slowly, it was like everything was moving in slow motion. When she brought out the clock, he tried to get his body to move but his awareness was quicker than his ability to move. With a loud crack, the plastic case caught him just above the eye, opening a sizeable gash, blood quickly following to flow into his left eye, causing him to lose half his vision.

"Fuck!" He screamed, one hand instinctively going to cover up the wound. Taylor did not stop though and he reached out and grabbed anything he could of hers, but it was the one time he wished she had clothes on. Instead he caught a few strands of her hair and yanked back with all his might, even as he fell to his knees with a sudden faintness.
 
The clock made contact. Blood spilled, almost immediately, and Taylor was rushed with a wave of satisfaction and repulsion with herself simultaneously. She stumbled forward, trying to slip between Stephen and the bed when she was pulled back by her hair. She cried out again in pain, but her voice cut off as she fell back again, bumping against the swaying, fuming man. Her head pounded in protest to the torment. Taylor was certain he had pulled a small chunk of hair out.

She reached back and rubbed her scalp, attempting to sooth angry skin, and lifted her eyes to the door.
 
Wiping the blood away from his eye as best he could, Stephen realized he was at a big disadvantage until he could stop the bleeding and wash his eye out. His depth perception was off and he could barely see Taylor next to him without risking getting blood in his other eye.

Scrambling to his knee's he reached out, feeling for something to gain purchase on her and found her shoulder. Digging his fingers into the soft flesh, he thought he'd either break skin or his fingers, whichever came first.

"Fucking shit!" he said, taking the few seconds to gather his wits, wondering if he had a concussion from the attack.
 
Taylor glanced down at Stephen, trying to gauge how much time she had to get bolts undone and door open. He continued to sway, but just as she decided she had the time, he clawed at her shoulder. Trimmed nails tore through skin that had broken out in sweat. She screamed, her knees buckled, and the wounds howled as sweat mixed with blood. She jerked free from his grip, swaying forward and catching herself by the hands before she hit the floor. She glanced once over her shoulder at Stephen, who seemed to be suffering worse than she, and decided it would be easiest just to crawl. She focused her eyes on the door once again and pulled herself carefully across the carpet on aching hands and knees.
 
The scream let him know he wasn't hallucinating, which meant his head had to be in a better situation than he first thought. Reorientation himself on his knees, he watched as she began to weakly crawl toward the door.

Standing up, he took one step and swung his leg into her side, but it lacked the full power ad he misjudged the distance, but it was still a mighty this, hurting his own leg just as much. "Stop!" he bellowed at her, panting heavily, streaks of red running down his front now, looking like the bad guy in a slasher film.
 
This blow came heaviest of all- straight up into her stomach, it knocked Taylor onto her side and again she curled up before him, protecting her stomach. She panted and held her eyes firmly to the carpet, a tan blur through the tears that continued to spill. A drop of blood fell, swimming through her vision and sinking into the carpet. She dragged her eyes up its trail to the man standing over it, and immediately regretted it. The rage she saw now made her shake in comparison to what she had thought to be anger before. She dropped her eyes, brought her arms over her head protectively, and shrunk beneath him. "Please... please," she muttered weakly.
 
His shin hurt, throbbing in sync with the cut above his eye. He stood his ground though, not wanting her to try and bolt again...yet. reaching down with his free hand, dripping little globules of red on the carpet, he grabbed her hair and pulled her up to her knees.

"Get in the bathroom," he barked at her, letting some of his life force dribble onto her arm as he stood above her. "And crawl with your knees."
 
She scrambled for stability and balance as he pulled her by the hair, straining to keep up with him and ease the tension on her scalp. Taylor complied immediately, coughing out a "Yes, sir," as she turned, hands hitting the floor, and crawled to the bathroom. His blood ran down her arm, met by the blood running from her shoulder. She tried not to look at it.

The cold tile shocked her out of the violent haze that the fight had left on her. She crawled next to the bathtub and sat, legs tucked under her to one side. One hand raised to cradle her aching head, and the other held fast to the edge of the tub as if she would slip if she let go. She kept her eyes to the ground, watching his shadow, the little drops of blood, and listening to her own heartbeat in her ears.
 
Reaching to the faucet, he turned in the hot water and pulled the lever to send the water to the shower head. The water sputtered a few cold bursts before the hot water quickly began spraying. Pushing Taylor into the tub, he stepped in and closed the curtain behind them, letting the rush of water wash away the red streaking his body. It sung. Oh boy did it sting.

"Wash yourself while I do the same and I swear if you try anything, I will choke you until you're unconscious," he said, feeling the immediate soothing powers of the hot water. Releasing his hold of the cut, a fresh wave of blood crashed into the bottom of the tub before being washed away. It was an odd thing you could do with hot water, making the blood vessels relax but the increase of blood flow also brought more white blood cells to start the healing process and after a couple minutes, I was barely a trickle. Reaching down, he pushed his underwear down, cock springing out from the fabric, finally fully nude in front of her.
 
Taylor's knees wobbled as she stumbled into the shower. She braced herself against the wall, then settle into the corner with her arms defiantly crossed. Her knees touched, all of her body language pulling into herself. She watched the blood run down the drain, and knew well enough that her wound should be rinsed. She leaned in, let a bit of water run along the back of her neck and her shoulder, bringing forth a new wave of pain. She grit her teeth and rinsed it a moment longer before pulling away from him again.

She tightened her grip around herself, a protective hug, while she watched the red slowly fade to a light pink, only surface bleeding now. She glanced up at him, tried to shuffle back further, and instead simply leaned against the wall while he pulled his cock free. Taylor's jaw tightened, but she did her best to hold back any other reactions. Just tonight. Just.. get through tonight.
 
When the pain was starting to subside to a dull throb, he looked down to Taylor, her small form curled up into a ball in the corner, as far from as she could get in this small tub. "Take my cock as deep in your throat as possible. If I think you're holding back, I make you choke on it until you pass out. And if you bite it, nobody is going to find your body, understand?"
 
Taylor Looked up at him, then slunk to her knees in the tub. "Yes, sir," she said, keeping her eyes on the floor of the tub. She tried not to let her mind wander at the threat, but she couldn't help picturing a lake in the middle of the woods, or an old field and with these images she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the tip of her cock. She slid herself down slowly, parting lips further and laying her tongue flat. She stretched her jaw open until it gave a soft pop, and slid his cock down until she felt the tip brush the back of her throat. She gagged, tried to hold herself there, then jerked backward and gasped for breath. Her eyes remained down.
 
It wasn't so much as the actual feeling if Taylor sucking his dick, but more that she was doing it willingly without any argument. Yes, it felt great to feel her lips wrapped around his shaft for sure, she was good at it, but knowing he wasaking progress, even slightly felt better.

"Again and don't stop until I tell you. If you need a breath, that's fine, but you will keep going."
 
She couldn't help but look up at him now, a pleading in her eyes. She was still panting, tongue hanging out slightly. She pressed her lips together, starting a "P-" before thinking better of it. Taylor dropped her gaze and pressed her fists against her thighs to support herself while she leaned forward. "Yes sir," she whispered.

Taylor parted her lips and dipped her head slowly again, sliding down his cock carefully. Again he pushed against the back of her throat, and this time she tucked both thumbs into her fists and held her eyes shut tight. All her focus rested on holding back the urge to gag, and she managed to push herself further another inch before jerking back again. Snot had started to trail from one nostril, and her eyes held shut tight to keep out the water that splashed off Stephen as he blocked her from the main spray of water. She coughed, panted for a moment, then slid herself down again, this time stopping at the back of her throat and bobbing her head there.
 
It was pure ecstasy, the way she committed herself to the task was commendable and except for the slight attempt at refusing, which he could understand if put in her shoes, she could have fooled anyone that she wasn't enjoying it. As her head bobbed up back and forth, his tip bouncing off the back of her throat, he thought of his next move.

At this point he could ease up and she would likely try to escapes again or he could continue beating her but that brought along its own issues. He couldn't risk any permanent injury or something that required a hospital. Too many questions would get asked that way. Even now,he regretted punching and kicking her, for there would surely be large bruises.

A few minutes passed, his hands a flexing by his side, wanting to grab her had and force himself down her throat more, but he resisted. Finally, he wanted to show her exactly what she was to him right now. "Turn off the water and focus on the tip, use your hands on the rest like you see in all the cliche pornos."
 
Taylor glanced up at the sound of his voice, eyes wide under long lashes. Bile rose up her throat each time she gagged on his cock, and by now her throat burned with pain. She nodded once, unbothered by a need to speak if she kept her mouth full. She continued to comply, leaning forward to reach behind him and shut the water off before bringing her hands to his cock. One hand, with small, warm fingers, wrapped around the base, and the other tugged and massaged his balls. She glanced up again briefly before ducking her head down and pushing him to the back of her throat again. Taylor had to life a finger to make room for her lips, then slipped the finger back into place as her hand followed her lips to the tip of his cock.

She brought her second hand up from his balls to wrap around the base, then did just as she was instructed- tongue and lips flicked at the tip, drawing circles and lapping at precum. She wrinkled her nose at the taste, but continued to pump his cock in her grip just the same.
 
Small droplets of water danced against his chest as they dripped from his wet hair, glad that the water was off so he could focus his attention fully on Taylor. He reached down, placing a hand behind her head, slightly hunched over but let her movements be unimpeded. He wanted to ask how many blowjobs she'd given, wanted to know about her past sexual experiences, but it seemed like a stupid question at that moment. Stephens legs and abs started to burn from the position, the familiar feeling of a release coming on, aided by his thoughts of her getting fucked.

It didn't take long, especially since he was trying to encourage it forward, until he felt his balls twitch with anticipation. Grabbing a hold of her hair, he yanked her back, pulling himself out of her mouth and grabbed his shaft in his other hand, pointing it at her face. Releasing the slight hold he had on his orgasm, the white, milky cum shot forth and splashed against Taylor's face. Balls clenched again and another squirt of cum landed on her forehead and he tilted her head ever so slightly so it started to run down into her eye. "This is all you are right now Taylor, my little cum rag. You can become more than that, but for now, that is all I see when I look at you," he said, straining as his balls emptied, unable to produce another shot to her face, instead it landing on her belly and legs that were underneath him.
 
Taylor's jaw had begun to ache by the second time he dipped down her throat, but she forced it to hold open for nothing more than her life. Her mind slid unconsciously into a dull haze, where cock and slobber were the only thing visible, the only focus. Tears slowed to a stop a minute or two after she stopped gagging, but her eyes remained watery and wide. She was vaguely aware of his grip behind her, and only opened her mouth wider in case he pushed her down without warning- she was certain regardless of what he did, she was in danger of being blamed. She kept those glazed eyes down until he pulled her back by the hair, she snapped out of her haze, and stared up at him. Drool ran around her mouth and down her chin, and a string hung from her fingertips when he showered her with cum.

She gasped in shock, despite feeling his increasing twitches and spasms, and shut her eyes as soon as it occurred to her- which was too late. The salt of the cum stung, and the taste ran along her tongue, down her throat as he held her back. She brought her hands to her face, trying to wipe the cum from her eyes, and after several tries she looked up to him with one bloodshot eye. Her face was painted with distress, but she dropped her hands to her sides, still blinking away cum profusely, and nodded. "Yes, sir."
 
Her face look magnificent covered with slobber, tears, and his cum. Picasso couldn't have painted a better picture, if only to Stephen's eyes. He held her there for a moment, letting her feel the entire weight of what had just happened, before he shoved his cock back inside her mouth, this time not letting go of her as he guided her throat down onto him, pulling her face in until her nose was scrunched against his lower abdomen. And he held her there, heartbeats passing, bringing his other hand on top and pulling even harder, using all his strength.

It could have been ten seconds or ten minutes, he couldn't tell. The only thing he felt was he cock choking Taylor, his head feeling the ribbed walls of her esophagus. Finally, he pulled her free and practically tossed her to the side against the wall and stretched his back of the tightness his hunched position gave him. Stepping out of the tub, he looked down on her form, which seemed much smaller than it had a few minutes ago. "Crawl to the bed, belly down, letting your legs hang down to the floor. Now."
 
She sat on her knees, heart racing again. His cum dripped with the weight of what she had just done. His cum, on her.. The tears jumped back again and she was about to sink down to sit on her heels when he forced himself down her throat again, this time all the way down, and without any warning she was pressed against him, mouth, throat full, her throat jumping to push the foreign object out. She tried to cough, then back to gagging, and the tears spilled freely again.

Taylor brought her fists up to his thighs and held them tense against him. She focused solely on forcing the gagging to cease, to ease the muscles along her tongue and throat, but they fell deaf to her pleas. Then she realized that she was out of oxygen. She needed a breath, and now, and Taylor began jerking back, attempting to pull away, then hitting her fists against his thighs, pushing and slapping and scratching anything to get away I can't fucking breath-

He finally let her go, against the wall, and she slid down into the tub. She lay in a pathetic heap against the cold tile, eyes fixed on some point in the tub. His commands were faint and distant, but the "Now" was sharp enough to jar her. She sat up, eyes forever fixed down, and pulled herself over the edge of the tub. Her ribs and abs ached, throbbing worse still as she crawled across the bathroom floor, into the bedroom. She was careful to lift her palms and knees. The rug burn on her ankle still stung when it brushed against anything.

The cool sheets were a godsent and she pulled herself up onto the bed with new energy, then twisted the sheets in each hand as they lay on either side of her face, and waited for Stephen.
 
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