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A New Breed: Invasion (Skeith & ShiroNezu)

Skeith Takahata II

Skeith Takahata II

Lesbian Anarchist
Joined
Feb 26, 2009
Location
Elsewhere
Sybil's life had been on a downward spiral for several months prior to the accident. She had lacked the courage to stand up for herself against the bullies at school, she hadn't the courage to admit her attraction to one of her friends, and had begun to feel more and more separate from her family and friends. Depression had taken hold, and thoughts of suicide were ever intrusive until she'd finally decided she'd had enough.

One day, on an afternoon after school, she threw herself from atop a bridge overlooking the road below. Her body collided with a passing vehicle and rolled across the road in a bloodied heap. It was in that moment, as life had begun to fade from her body, that she'd been visited. Her eyes hazed over by blood, didn't allow her to see the being, and the impact had stripped her of any sound other than intense ringing for several minutes. But there was a subconscious knowledge of what it wanted, and she conceded.

Her body remained comatose at the hospital for several weeks, when she first awoke, she over heard doctors speaking about her miraculous survival. According to what she heard, she should have died moments after impact, and there was no explanation for how her body was even still functioning. When she wasn't given any answers to her questions, she'd grown violent and angry. Making life very difficult for the doctors and nurses.

At least a week from her awakening, she'd grown silent. Her eyes and ears were covered by bandages, and she was sitting up in her bed. Her face turned to the window, as though she could enjoy the view. Her body was held in place by several restraints in case of another outburst. She couldn't get doctors to answer her questions, or explain what had happened after the accident. She had no concrete memories of the time prior to the accident, aside from flashes, and a need for answers, and to locate the faces that continued to surface in her mind. She'd been told visitors would be allowed to see her soon. But there was no sign of friends or family, just whispers and confusing desires.
 
Amalia had heard about Sybil's "accident" from her mother. They had been sure that she would be dead, if she wasn't already, according to her, so the teenager was left alone to mourn her dearest friend alone in her room, only interrupted when her parents legitimately feared that she might be dehydrated. When news was spread that Sybil had managed to survive, nothing could have made Amalia happier. She was sure to be a better friend, the best friend she could ever be. Honestly, that also meant finally expressing a lifetime's worth of feelings…

Amalia drove to the hospital as soon as visiting hours were approved, and rushed in with cheesy balloons that she knew would give her a chuckle, along with a Get Well card that she drew herself with colored pencils. She was a little dressed up, her strawberry blonde hair tied up nice and even a little make-up on her tan, freckled face. She knew her friend had finally given in to her depression and tried the worst, and she hoped that her presence would help make things at least a little better.

When she reached the room, Amalia rushed in, not caring about the nurse's comment that she needed to slow down. "Sybil? Sybil!" she cried out, trying her best to hold back tears. She was so bandaged up she likely couldn't even see who had come to visit her. "Are you alright? You're gonna be okay, right?" she asked, hoping she could at least hear.
 
Sybil was silent for a great many moments after Amalia entered the room. Her head still leaning towards the window. Though silent, Sybil was cycling through memories, trying to remember. "Who?" She began quietly. Her head turning to face the young woman after a few moments. "Who's there?" She asked again. She knew the voice, she could see the face in her mind, cycling through names like her memories had been filed. "Amalia?" She asked after another few seconds.

"I'm fine." She said quietly. Her head once again lowering as if to look at her lap. She turned her head to face Amalia. Based on the lack of sound, she could tell that she hadn't moved from her spot, a small sigh escaping her lips. "Come closer, it's hard to hear." She said quietly. She curled her hands into loose fists, releasing them again soon after. The restraints were uncomfortable, though she understood why she had to deal with them.

She wasn't surprised that Amalia was the only person to come see her. She didn't expect her family to care, and the closest thing she had to a ring of friends was the bullies at school. "I should be released soon. My injuries hurt a lot less than they did before." She said with a small nod. "They tell me I'm lucky to be alive, but not much else. I'm very confused." She said after a few moments.
 
Amalia's heart shattered at Sybil's reaction to her presence. It was so distant, she seemed unsure of her. The closeless she thought they had seemed a complete farce. Then again, perhaps it was that the damage had made her forget things. She rushed closer to her friend, gripping her arm a little to show that she was near. She noticed the restraints and drew back, but only an inch or two. "They've got you strapped down? Why? Did something happen here, Sybil?" she asked, unsure.

When Sybil explained what little she knew, Amalia nodded, then remembered that her friend couldn't see her afce. "Look, I'm just so, so glad you're alive, okay? I mean, I couldn't stop you, and I'm so sorry, but just know that if you were to go I would feel… I would just be…" Amalia felt tears start to fall down her cheeks. The nurses were leaving the two girls alone, but she felt their gaze at them. Amalia thought of all their times together, all the times Sybil had shown signs of wanting to hurt herself. If only she had fought off the bullies better, or had said the right things, this wouldn't have happened.
 
She chose not to answer the question regarding the restraints. Reina wasn't prone to violence or anger, and she was almost ashamed that she had exploded on a level that warranted strapping her to the bed. She breathed out an uneasy sigh as Amalia began to speak again.

Sybil knew Amalia well enough to recognize when she was ready to cry. The quivering in her voice, the spacing of her words. "It's alright, I understand. Please, don't cry." She spoke softly. "I'll be back to school soon, out of these bandages and things will go back to normal." She said with a small smile, forced for her friend's sake.

There was a subconscious drive in Sybil's mind that suggested things weren't going to be the same. There was an anger there, and a force of will that seemed to push her to act on her desires. Violence, lust, and other less than savory desires creeping into her subconscious.

"So, dry those tears, huh? Go home and get some rest. I'll be fine." She spoke softly again, saddened by the sorrow that she had brought on Amalia. Sybil had been a coward, on all fronts of her life, and now she realized it. She had to be strong, take a stand, and start taking what she wanted rather than accepting they weren't hers and never would be. She had to be strong. For Amalia.
 
Amalia could feel a strange difference to Sybil's tone, and the fact that she couldn't figure out what it was or what that meant worried her. Was it a difference due to the trauma? She had the unshakable feeling that something bigger had happened that Sybil wasn't telling her, or that she couldn't. Maybe she didn't know, either. But the fact remained that something about her dearest friend had changed, and she was worried what that would mean for them.

With Sybil's request, Amalia let out a few sniffles before drying her eyes. She reached over, gently touching her arm, and smiled, though she knew she couldn't see. "Promise things will be better for you. I promise, too… I promise I'll always be there for you. You can always talk to me, okay? I don't want to see you feel this bad. I just… I don't know what I'd do…" She tried to stop herself from crying again, but a few more tears came out. "Call me when you're out, okay? Get better so we can hang out at school again, soon." She then squeezed Sybil's arm gently and left.

Amalia knew that things might not get better for them. Word was already out that Sybil had attempted suicide, and if people find out she had failed, they might treat her even worse. And on top of that, people knew they were best friends. She was already getting bothered by bullies about losing her friend, which had been making the loss far worse. Her only comfort in school might be knowing that her friend is alive, after all.
 
When Sybil did come back to school, it was a couple weeks later. Her injuries had healed at a startling rate, but she was still on the road to recovery. Her vision had returned, so she was no longer blinded by the bandages. She carried a simple cane to help her get around and a messenger bag containing her books and papers, slung over her shoulder. The hall fell silent as people began to take notice of her. She walked past them in silence, her face on the ground as she approached her locker.

She paused, staring at the combination lock, noting that she didn't remember the combination. She bit her lip as she fumbled with the lock in a guess. No dice. She sighed quietly, turning to face the silent crowd. "What!?" She shouted, slamming the tip of her cane on the floor. As her eyes passed over the crowd, she could see smug faces of her most frequent bullies. Her lips curling into a scowl as memories flashed back to violent, embarrassing tortures enacted on her. She was angry, vengeful. And somewhere deep down, she had the feeling that she had the power to make her own vengeance a reality.

She lowered her gaze again before returning her attention to the locker, once again fumbling with the code. She growled lightly, slamming her fist into the metal door. Some talking had returned to the hall, but she could still feel eyes on her. Her rage growing with each second.
 
Amalia saw the crowd around her locker and heard a familiar voice shouting through the hall. She rushed over, trying to push others out of the way, though they were intentionally extra bothersome back. She saw Sybil, still heartbroken by her current state, but glad to see she looked better. She quickly opened the lock for her, and made a mental note to write down the code for her to relearn. She smiled at Sybil. "It's okay, nothing to see here, folks…" she said, trying to be brave for her friend. She rushed to switch out her notebooks from her own locker, and felt the eyes on them. It was worse than ever. It was always them against the world.

The school bell rang, marking the beginning of the next period. Most of the hallway dispersed as most students felt that getting to class on time was more important than bothering the school freaks, save for a few of the worst. Amalia knew that Sybil had a lot of catching up to do, but her teachers would not be okay with her cutting to help out a friend. "Syb, I've got to get to class. I'll see you at lunch, okay? It's so great to see you're well." And so she rushed off in the other direction for class, feeling awful the whole way.

Kaitlyn Rogers and her friends, however, remained. Kaitlyn was notorious for messing with both girls. She had missed bothering Sybil, and had been so kind as to put dead animals in Amalia's locker while Sybil was gone. Her father gave the school a lot of money, so the teachers and staff often looked the other way when dealing with her antics. She was dressed in a tight short blue polo dress and thigh-high socks with flats. Her hair was changed recently, bleached platinum blonde and chopped rather short.

"Hey there, freak. Long time no see. I see you're a cripple now. Couldn't even get killing yourself right, eh? How useless." Her friends laughed alongside her as she proudly crossed her arms. Sybil had always been an easy target. Things couldn't be much different now.
 
Sybil was grateful for Amalia's interference, as well as her help in opening her locker. "Thanks..." She whispered quietly. She forced a small smile when she spoke to her, though that smile faded when she mentioned going to class. She nodded quietly, understanding why she had to leave. "Alright... I'll see you at lunch." She turned her gaze back to her locker. She felt her muscles tense as she heard Kaitlyn's mocking voice. Her fingers tightened around her cane as she turned to face her and her friends.

She felt a familiar tension and anxiety. Was it fear? No. It wasn't fear. But something equally potent. It was rage. A building burning in her gut that motivated her to do terrible and violent things. Her words were akin to venom. Each line of speech that exited her mouth continued to push Sybil further and further. Though all at once that anger dispersed, replaced by a loosened stance and a faint smile on her lips, as she leaned against her cane. "That's cute." She spoke quietly. Taking a couple steps forward. "I'll see you for gym..." She said with a gentle smile. She eagerly looked forward to the locker room. There she would have her opportunity to turn the tables. Kaitlyn would know humiliation.

She walked away from Kaitlyn and her friend's towards her english class. Gym was second period, and it couldn't come quickly enough.
 
Amalia found herself unable to concentrate in her math class. She constantly thought of Sybil, wishing she could sacrifice her time to help her. She was concerned that Kaitlyn was there when she left, and hoped that she didn't do anything cruel to her best friend. As the bell for second period rang, she was only more concerned, and intended to find her and see if she was alright. She knew Sybil had gym next, so she'd just visit the lockers after her music class.

Kaitlyn had been surprised that Sybil was so calm from her reactions, and even offered a civil goodbye. She had gasped as the girl walked away. "Hey, I- Whatever. See you." She had no reason to fear her - she was far from a threat, and she was now even lesser abled than before. Easy prey.

At the beginning of gym, Kaitlyn joked with her friends as usual in the locker room. They began to walk out to the gym, but Kaitlyn decided to wait, seeing Sybil all by herself in another set of lockers. "I'll be right back, I need the bathroom." She was changed into a t-shirt and track shorts, and walked up to Sybil. "So, how ya doin', little cripple girl? I've been wondering how you'd fare without that cane." She reached for it, intending to tear it away and play with it.
 
Sybil's english class was long and boring. Each minute that ticked by on the clock felt like an eternity to itself. The teacher was understanding of Sybil's situation, and showed it by not saying a word on the subject. The class on the other hand, did not. Whispers were passed around, stiffled giggles, and the occasional glance back at their temporarily crippled class mate. She could hear them all, as clearly as if the words were spoken at normal volume right beside her. She chose to ignore them. Such gossip was to be expected, and none of these students had actually done anything to her. At least not that she could remember.

Sybil was the last to leave the class room, careful not to be trampled by the rampaging teenagers, eager to get to their brief five minutes of social activity between classes. Slowly, and patiently, Sybil made her way to the gym. A building separate from the main building, with a fenced in roof, and a large track and field area behind it. It was perfectly secluded. Exactly what Sybil wanted. The locker room was crowded and noisy. Sybil remained silent, standing beside her locker. She didn't have any plans to attend Gym today anyway.

She felt that same pulse of tension at the sound of Kaitlyn's voice. She knew that girl wouldn't pass up the chance to pick on Sybil. Not when the two of them were alone with no real chance of interruption. Sybil felt her balance shift as the cane was removed from her hand. She stumbled slightly, using the lockers as a brace as she turned to face her. "Give it back, Kaitlyn..." She said with a low growl. Her hands balled into fists as she turned to face her, a wince of pain through passed through her leg as she was forced to put additional pressure on that leg. She attempted to take a step forward, but the pain was too great. She fell to her knees, with a stiffled groan of pain. These injuries were going to be a problem. She reached for the bench, pulling herself up a little bit, her bitter gaze never leaving the young woman.

"Feels good doesn't it?" She said quietly, trying to rid herself of that pain. "Any fun you want to have, you better get it over with. Because it's only a matter of time before it bites you in the ass." Sybil was ready and willing ot withstand the punishment that she was certain the other girl had in her. If not now, there would be time enough for pay back when class was out. with a couple hour break between gym classes, no one would find them for quite a while.
 
Kaitlyn was surprised by the way Sybil spoke back to her. There was something different about her. She wondered, if the rumors were actually true, if perhaps she had found some sort of new confidence in herself after attempting suicide. Kaitlyn found this to be cute. She did have a few of her own problems, and she did miss having Sybil as a target, so seeing her start to fight back was disappointing. She decided to remedy this.

Kaitlyn laughed down at Sybil. "You- you're trying to threaten me? Please. You were weak enough before, you think you can take me now that you've gone and made yourself sickly fragile? Don't insult my intelligence." She kicked at the bench Sybil leaned on, letting it fall sideways and disorient her. "If you're trying to make a death wish, you're wasting your time. I'm not wasting any time in jail over your sickly corpse. You'll have to finish yourself off. Though I could use a good workout, and it is gym class…" She looked around. The locker room was now empty, but it was still more likely to be caught if she actually began to physically abuse the girl. "Well, how about this. Let's take this outside, behind the gym, and see who takes on who best. I'll even be fair and let you have your precious cane back." She dropped it in front of Sybil, then turned to show how easily she could strut down the way, heading outside.

Part of her wondered if she might be taking things to far. However, she had done worse to people with more permanent conditions and hadn't gotten any slack for it. Best of all, by the gym, there weren't any security cameras. She'd be able to do whatever she liked.
 
Sybil spilled out across the floor when the bench was knocked over. Another groan of pain escaped her as Kaitlyn dismissed her threat, and continued to speak down to her, concluding with an invitation for a proper confrontation. She watched her cane fall to the floor with a clatter. Her gaze narrowed as she watched Kaitlyn walk away. Her hand reached out, tightening around the wooden length. She used it to help her struggle to her feet.

She slowly moved down the hall, in the same path that Kaitlyn had taken. Her cane leaving an obvious sound that she was following with every step. She knew that Kaitlyn was likely trying to scare her. After all, she was crippled for now. She didn't have what it took to best her in a real fight, but she did feel as though Kaitlyn was mostly showing off. Did she really have what it took to meet someone on even footing, or to fight someone who would swing back? A good knock to the head from that cane and she'd be out like a light and completely vulnerable to Sybil. The very thought eased her pain, and teased her lips with a smirk.

She exitted the building, moving around to the back. Her knuckles white from clenching the cane so tightly. She stopped using the cane at that poitn, using the wall as a brace to make less noise as she approached. She was prepared to risk complete defeat for the chance to end it with one blow. Some part of her wanted Amalia to witness her revenge. To show her that she was strong now. But at the same time, she feared what such a scene would do to their friendship.

As she appproached she could hear the sounds of Kaitlyn's shoes around the corner. It was now or never. She clenched the cane tightly. With a low growl, she brought the cane around the corner with the full weight of her body as if it were a bat. Aiming at about head level. She knew that hit or miss, she would fall to the ground. A miss would leave her vulnerable. But a hit would buy her time to recover her strength and expose Kaitlyn to the same kind of humiliation she had suffered.
 
Amalia was in her music class, trying to concentrate on chords and theory, but she found herself constantly distracted by the thought of what might be going on in Sybil's gym class. At least in class, she couldn't be so explicitly taunted by the girls, and her condition would mean she wouldn't be playing or anything, anyway. But still, she knew from first hand experience how tough those locker rooms could be. She hoped that Sybil would be strong. She just wanted to see her now, see how she was handling things.

-

Kaitlyn chuckled to herself as she waited around the corner, doing her best to listen for Sybil's arrival so she could ambush her before she had a chance to defend herself. She had been hitting a few rough patches in her life, so she knew having a punching bag would make for seriously wonderful stress relief. And if Sybil could handle being hit by a vehicle, well, she could take an extra beating. Kaitlyn even made the effort of a few practice punches in the air for good measure. It had been a while.

Suddenly, she realized she could hear a voice come closer. She heard a growl, but it was a strange one, not entirely human. A chill went up her spine and then she felt a hard, painful blow to her head, knocking her to the ground. "Bitch! What the fuck! I… How dare you…" She looked up at Sybil, holding her cane, and realized her vision was blurring. With just a few more breaths, she was knocked out cold.
 
Sybil looked down at Kaitlyn's form. She panted from the effort she put into that swing, followed by the effort necessary to maintain her balance. Even with the momentary exhaustion. A small grin was glued to her face, one that she desperately hoped Kaitlyn had seen before falling unconscious. She'd done it. It felt amazing. That first real taste of vengeance. She'd brought one of the people who ruined her life to their knees. She gave a short laugh at the self realization that she was just getting started.

She collected the woman, dragging her behind her by the collar of her shirt. The effort was strenuous, with the need of a cane, but she managed. Several minutes later, she emerged onto the fenced in roof, bracing the door behind them with a plank of wood. No interruptions. None. She grinned broadly as she looked about the area. A coil of rope in the corner, placed near the flag pole caught her eye. How perfect. She proceeded to strip the unconscious girl of her clothing, casting it aside. She looked down on the woman's naked form with glee. This was all too easy.

She dragged her over to the chain link fence that protected people from falling off the roof. She bound the girl's wrists, tying the rope to the fence. This way her naked body was on display for anyone who looked at the roof. She leaned against the fence, her arms feld, waiting for the woman to regain consciousness. She could hardly contain her excitement. Some part of her knew, that this wasn't entirely her will, but it coincided with her rage, and her lusts.
 
Kaitlyn suffered a painful, dreamless sleep. She was in darkness, though she was barely aware of it. A reminder of the pain of her headache had her close to consciousness a few times, but to no avail. Finally, a stunning chill of wind and the feel of cold metal made the girl awaken. She opened her eyes slowly, the bruise of the blow to her head pounding with a pain, the likes of which she had never experienced. She then realized from where she felt the breeze that she had been stripped completely nude. That was when she woke up, screaming and instantly struggling to cover herself. Her hands were immovable, for her wrists had been tied to the fence. She then saw Sybil, her face housing the same sickly grin that she had shown when she passed out.

"What the fuck is this! You sick bitch, let me go! You're going to get in so much trouble for this!" She screamed, screamed twice, then realized that where they were on the roof, people could see the trace of a naked body on the fence, and she couldn't have that sort of humiliation. That would be on the internet, and last forever, no matter what monetary power her family had. "W-what are you playing at? How did you even get me up here?" Kaitlyn was shivering, feeling more fear than she had ever imagined possible. She knew what this was- revenge. But what Sybil would be capable of with Kaitlyn indisposed was something she could not ponder.
 
When she noticed Kaitlyn regaining consciousness, she gave a short chuckle. "Good morning, princess. How's your head?" She pushed herself away from the fence, slowly moving towards the girl, her cane clicking against the roof as she walked. Kaitlyn really was a fine specimen, not that she would ever give her the ego boost of complimenting her.

Sybil could only grin as Kaitlyn attempted to disguise her fear with anger. She laughed aloud at her futile threats as she looked down upon her with the same overpowering gaze she had been shown so often. "You have nothing left to threaten me with. What are you going to do? Tell the office how you were beaten and humiliated by a cripple? A cripple that you have given the reputation of weak and defenseless to." She knelt down beside her, examining the swelling where the cane had connected, giving it a flick. "I have half a mind to beat you into a bloody heap and leave you up here to suffer." She leaned in closer to the girl, whispering in her ear. "But I have something better in mind."

Sybil walked around behind her, moving to where she would be standing in the bound woman's blind spot. She casually began removing her own attire. Which revealed scars both old and new. Of course the scars were under her clothing, no intelligent bully would risk dealing damage where it would be visible, and of course Sybil would be too frightened to fight back, or to tell the authorities. When she finished removing her clothing, she approached Kaitlyn from behind. She rain her fingers down the length of the girl's spine, before allowing them to fall to her thighs, slowly inching up along her sides, moving around to cup her breasts. "Look at you, like a brand new toy. So many things to play with." She made sure to stay behind her, she wanted to keep the best surprise a secret for as long as possible.
 
Kaitlyn was panicking. She could feel herself breathing heavily, and she was left speechless at the way Sybil spoke to her. She was horribly right… There was no way anyone would believe that Sybil could cause her harm, especially in her current state. She felt the chill of the high-altitude wind as it blew against her exposed body, causing her to shiver. Kaityln realized her skin was covered almost completely in goosebumps, and her nipples perked up from the accidental brush against the icy cold of the chain-link fence. When Sybil came closer and whispered dangerously into her ear, Kaitlyn felt her heart sink, unable to figure out what she could possibly have in mind.

Then, Sybil disappeared from sight. Even as she struggled to move around despite her bound wrists, Kaitlyn could barely see her. All she could tell was that she was behind her, quiet. She could see only that she was unclothing herself. "W-What are you doing?! What do you think you're gonna do to me? Are you a fucking dyke? 'Cause I sure as shit ain't one!" She shut up instantly when she felt fingers down her spine, and she shuddered. "Stay the f-fuck away from me!" she said, her body trembling with Sybil's oddly gentle touch. She saw her hands reach her breasts and play, and felt her body's natural instinct begin to kick in, ready for what it expected her to do.

It was likely no secret that Kaitlyn got around. She had had her fair share of boys, but Sybil's touch was very different. It was soft and almost loving in its ease, with a sense of purpose but naivete as well. Kaitlyn just new she didn't want it, even if she understood that this wasn't meant to be loving. Whatever Sybil was planning to force next, it was for revenge. "P-please… stop…" she said, her voice croaking to prevent the beginning of tears.

[[Ugh, I feel awful having her use that slur, but it felt like it would be in her character to do so. u_____u]]
 
Sybil could only giggle at her insults and her squirming. "You're adorable." She said as she closed the space, pressing her breasts against her back. Her hands continued to knead the soft, fleshy mounds, her tongue licking at the crook of her neck, nibbling the soft flesh. Her fingers, clamping down on her hardened nipples, pulling and twisting them, intentionally out of rhythm with her groping.

"Please stop?" She repeated her words. "Please stop!?" One of her hands moved away from her breast, slowly travelling further down, pausing just below her stomach. "How many times did I beg you to stop!? How many times did Amalia beg?" She growled with frustration. She allowed her hand to continue downward, sliding between her thighs to her womanhood. "You should really stop lying..." She said with a small laugh, as her finger began to slowly rub at the sensitive regions of Kaitlyn's exposed sex. "Your body is telling me a very different story..."

She pulled away entirely, slowly lowering herself to her knees to examine it herself. "It looks like your body's already getting prepared for the main event." She smirked as she forced a finger inside of her without warning.
 
Kaitlyn screamed as Sybil raised her voice, her ferocity forcing the tears to finally come rushing from her eyes. She knew why Sybil was angry, and she understood her anger… but this was too far. She couldn't possibly deserve such revenge. Kaitlyn's body began to tremble, and the growl that she heard seemed so inhuman that her skin began to crawl. She was literally terrified for her life, but her guilt was making it hard to pity herself.

As Sybil reached lower, hand reaching into her lips, she realized how wet her pussy was. This only made Kaitlyn cry more, and she gripped the chain of the fencing as Sybil's finger entered her. She whimpered a little. Not that she hadn't taken more than that before, but it felt so different, so disgusting when she didn't want it.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Kaitlyn said in sobs. "Please, I won't tell anyone about this, and I w-wont hurt you or Amalia ever again, if you please stop and leave me alone now." She tried to look back a little bit, so that Sybil might see her pleading eyes. "Y-you know the power I have here. I could stop everything. You would never be bothered. I… I could even make you cool."
 
Sybil's finger continued exploring her unwilling partner regardless of her pleas. "No. You're not going to hurt Amalia, period." She looked down at her with a scowl worn clearly on her face. "You're not sorry. You don't even know the meaning. It's just an empty expression for an emotion you've never felt." She slipped as second finger inside of the girl as her thumb found home on her clit, rubbing it slowly, teasingly. "Power? What kind of power do you think you have? Money? Friends? All of it, bought with the fear and pain of those you deem lesser. If that what it takes to be cool, than your bargain is forfeit."

"No matter." She said as she pulled away from the girl entirely. "I'm done playing the victim. I'm done letting you and your friends have your fun." She pressed the head, of what could only be a male phallus against her now moistened nether lips. "It's my turn to have fun, to have power." The phallus in question, a gift from the alien parasite, pulsed with desire, and angry passion. Without waiting to hear the young woman's response, she thrust her length deep inside. Her first feeling of penetration accompanied with the taste of true vengeance.
 
Kaitlyn kept sobbing as Sybil's fingers increased, and she continued to molest her violently. She couldn't do anything but take in her words of revenge, her body trembling as she gently but assertively commanded her pussy. She bit her lip as her pussy soaked with juices under Sybil's seemingly trained hand, and she breathed heavily, trying not to moan.

Suddenly, it stopped. Sybil moved away from her. Kaitlyn hoped that she was finally free, that Sybil had changed her mind. But the moment of possible freedom was ruined as something pressed against her pussy, and she gasped and gripped the fence tighter. "Is… is that-" She was going to say strap-on at first, but the way it slipped in, it was clearly flesh that she had slipped into her. She cried out, the cock larger than any she had ever tried to take before. Even with her body prepared, she was gritting her teeth, as if trying to force it back out. She was speechless. A flurry of insults crossed her mind, but she knew she couldn't dare to utter a single one.
 
Sybil's smirk spread into a grin as she enjoyed the woman's warmth. "Oh god, you're tight." She groaned as she pressed the entirety of her length deeper inside. She gripped the woman's waist, both to brace herself, and to remove pressure from her injured leg. She felt it's angered throbbing course through her system, but the pleasure she was deriving from both her conquest of her greatest tormentor, and from feeling her new shaft coated in warm flesh for the first time out weighed the pain. She pulled her cock from it's fleshy sheath slowly, only to ram it back it in. She continued with that awkward pacing for a few minutes, getting used to both Kaitlyn's body, and moving with her pained leg.

Once she built up the confidence necessary to unleash her passion on the girl, she began to quicken her pace. Each thrust was accompanied by a subhuman moan as she delved faster and deeper into Kaitlyn's sex. "You can't tell me this doesn't feel good. I can tell that your body wants it, even if you're trying to deny it." She dug her nails into the woman's flesh as she once again increased her pace to a nearly violent level, pounding harshly, and roughly against her, each drawing an actual moan from Sybil's throat.
 
Kaitlyn seized up, her body struggling to take in Sybil's cock. She felt herself tremble and she began to whimper as she felt the entire length inside her, throbbing with what seemed to be physical rage. She gasped as the pain subsided just a little, Sybil pulling out of her slowly. Then, suddenly, it was forced back in. Kaitlyn was unable to resist the shocked moan as she gripped the fence tighter.

It was slow torture at first, Kaitlyn trying not to give in to her physical pleasure. For after getting used to the cock, it did feel good, the biggest her pussy ever handled. Then, Sybil began thrusting into her more forcefully, and she cried out every time her cock forced its way back in. The moans Sybil was making terrified her greatly, and she began to sob and moan as she fucked her faster than she thought was possible for a person, especially an injured one. Sybil's words degraded Kaitlyn, but she could say nothing in her own defense.
 
((Long time no see! :heart: ))

Sybil continued to violently thrust deeper inside of the woman, a feral gleam lighting up her eyes as she continued. Her leg throbbed with pain, but in only really served to encourage her, as if the pain was empowering her rage and her pleasure. She could tell that Kaitlyn's body was beginning to adjust to her girth and length it was getting to be easier to slide in and out, albeit only a little. Sure Sybil could have hurt her, she could have beaten her into a bloodied mess. But the truest vengeance was to reduce her to the level of her victims, the humiliate her, to make her beg. The pleasure she derived from her vengeance was far greater than the pleasure she was obtaining from the sex.

After several moments of hurried pounding, she allowed one hand to slide around in front, rubbing at Kaitlyn's clit with furious speed. She could feel her own orgasm building, the pressure climbing within her as she continuously pounded against her. Her pleasured moans growing louder and more feral, nearly becoming a growl. "Here it comes! Be a good little bitch and take it!" She released a loud howl of pleasure as she slammed her length in as deep as it could go, releasing her first ejaculation, quickly filling her victim's tight pussy.
 
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