Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

A New Breed: Invasion (Skeith & ShiroNezu)

[[Yeah, sorry! Life has been… yeah, life. x_x]]

Kaitlyn continued to moan reluctantly with Sybil's thrusts, her sounds a mix of terror and physical pleasure. Her body grew hot, and she cried as she pounded her massive cock into her. She gripped the fence tighter, until the metal seemed to dig into her skin, and she could only brace herself as her entire body pressed against the fence with each thrust. She hoped no one could see what was happening. Or, if they did, they could see her pain and save her. She found that somewhat unlikely.

Kaitlyn looked down in panic as she suddenly felt Sybil's hand on her clit. The sudden rush of intense pleasure made her wince and she cried out, "No!" before succumbing to further forced stimulation. The pressure from her hand and her cock, combined with the speed, made Kaitlyn merely whimper as she suddenly grit her teeth and came, hard. Her body tensed up for a few seconds before she suddenly felt limp, her body making no effort to fight back the continuous thrusting. She sobbed and muttered "No…" again as Sybil howled and shot her load deep into her. She looked back, her eyes red from crying, her body trembling from the pounding it endured. "N-now let me go… Freak…" she said, hoping the one time would be enough for the girl's revenge.
 
Sybil panted harshly as her body settled after it's sexual high. Her leg throbbed with pain from the continual use without the support of her cane. After a few moments she pulled her cock free from Kaitlyn's fleshy sheath. A smile spreading on her lips as she watched some of her cum leak out from her pussy. "Freak?" She repeated softly as she walked around to look at Kaitlyn's tear stained face. She shook her head before turning away, pulling her own clothing back on and collecting her cane. Groaning in relief as she finally moved the pressure from her leg to the cane. "No... I think you should stay like that and think about what you've done, maybe then you'll learn some manners."

She turned and began hobbling back towards the stair well, her eyes panning back to where Kaitlyn's naked body was tied to the fence. A grin spreading on her lips before she continued down the stairs, turning and locking the door to the roof. She'd be back tomorrow morning to let Kaitlyn free. By then she should understand what kind of hell she'd been put through. Suffering cold and alone after that kind of humiliation and abuse, it was exactly the kind of nights Sybil had returned home to every night. Now that the tables had turned, maybe that stuck up bitch would learn her place. Besides, as much as Sybil wanted to go another round, she knew that if she was gone for too long Amalia would begin to worry.
 
Kaitlyn realized that Sybil was leaving her alone for good and began to struggle with her restraints and scream. "No! No! Come back! Let me go, please! Don't leave me here! Please! Please…" She began to sob again, and a cold wind chilled her cum-filled body as she let it go limp in defeat, watching her tormented smugly leave her.

Amalia was just getting out of music class. She almost forgot to turn in her homework before she left, immediately trying to find Sybil. She expected to see her outside the classroom, and when she didn't she grew worried. Amalia went outside to the yard. She had a feeling she'd be around there somewhere.
 
Sybil had every intention to return to the roof of the gym, either that evening or in the morning. She wanted to let Kaitlyn really sweat it out for a while. As she left the gym building she walked out into the parking lot before pausing. She turned to look up at where Kaitlyn was chained, offering a fairly innocent smile before blowing her a kiss and walking away.

She entered the school's courtyard, slowly lowering herself onto a bench to take a break. Raping kaitlyn had taken a lot out of her, and her leg was none to pleased with her. She breathed out quiet pants as she looked about the yard. Seeing the students go about their day. Her memory was still every bit as fuzzy as it had been that morning. Where was she supposed to meet, Amalia? Was she supposed to? She brought her hand to hold her head as it began to pound angrily. Why was it so hard to remember?
 
Amalia spotted Sybil looking practically crumpled up on a bench across the way, and immediately ran toward her. She gave such an angry look to someone walking perpendicular to her that they backed up to make sure they weren't blocking her path. She rushed to her best friend's side, immediately wrapping her arms around her. "Syb, oh my god, what happened? I knew something was wrong when you weren't outside my class b-but you…" she didn't want to say anything too negative but her worry was clear in her teary eyes. She could barely hold in the emotion, it was hard to put into words. "Did that bitch make good her threat? Did they hurt you?" she asked, almost shaking.
 
Sybil's hadn't heard Amalia coming which resulted in her flinching when she was hugged. She slowly returned the hug before speaking. "They tried. But I'm okay. I don't think Kaitlyn's going to be a problem anymore." Her head still throbbed with pain, she tried to push past it as she remained in Amalia's arms. It was strange, when she was around Amalia her rage and her lust seemed to settle, as though Sybil was really in control and not that other thing that seemed to influence her thoughts and actions.

She slowly pulled away from Amalia, stumbling slightly as she caught herself with her cane. She slowly rubbed at her leg which still pulsed from excessive use. The same leg was now obviously bruised from having been knocked over in the locker room. "A-Amalia..." She said quietly as she turned her gaze to her after a moment. "I don't want to go home today. Can I stay with you, for tonight?" She knew what kind of apathetic parents awaited her there. She didn't want to be surrounded by people who bullied or ignored her. Besides, her clouded memory seemed to make a little more sense when in the serenity of Amalia's company.
 
Amalia withdrew a little to let Sybil gain her own strength. It pained her to watch her suffer like this, but the way that she insisted tat Kaitlyn wouldn't be a problem worried her more. What did that mean? What could she have done to solve that problem? Kaitlyn had abused and bullied Sybil for well over a year. What did she do to make her change her mind?

As Sybil leaned on her cane, Amalia noticed some of the bruising on her legs. She looked sympathetically at her dear friend as she asked to stay over. "Of course. You definitely should stay over. It'll be great to have a sleepover. Like the old days." She smiled, trying to hide her sorrow. She took Sybil's hand. "We could go now, even. Mom doesn't get home until later; if we stay in my room, she won't know we came home so early."
 
Sybil was surprised to hear Amalia suggest that they cut class and head to her house early, but she definitely wanted to get off of her feet and relax. Her only fear was that they would have to walk to her house, which Sybil was not convinced her leg could handle. She gave a small nod in response followed by a faint smile. "Alright." She experienced some momentary flash backs at the mention of sleep overs, remembering being much younger and visiting Amalia's home. They were simpler times. She turned to begin walking when she realized she had no memory of where Amalia's house was, or what Amalia's mother's name was. What would she call her? She shook her head, feeling that familiar pain begin to resurface in her head again.

She turned to face Amalia before sighing quietly. "I'm sorry, I don't remember the way." She placed both hands on her cane as she leaned on it, waiting for her friend to lead the way. She could only hope the distance wasn't far, she wasn't convinced that her leg would be able to hold up for the trip.
 
Amalia could see the happiness in her dear friend's eyes, but fear as well. What was Sybil afraid of? There was something different about her, but Amalia couldn't quite place it. All in all she was still her friend, though, and they cared for each other, and that was what mattered.

"Oh, um…" Amalia was surprised that Sybil had forgotten the way, but she guessed the accident had caused a lot of memory trauma. "It's only a few blocks. Do you need to lean on me?" she asked, holding out her arm to her as she stood up beside her.

[[Sorry it's a little short, there's not much else to add at this point because of the slower plot movement.]]
 
Sybil didn't want to appear weak or dependent in front of Amalia. She wanted to be stronger for her. Especially after how weak she had been prior to her accident. But her leg was pulsing with pain, and it made it difficult for her to move without hurting herself. She sighed before nodding quietly. "Yes... Thanks... Sorry..." She wrapped her arm around Amalia's shoulder as they walked, immediately feeling a great pressure being relieved from her pained leg.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom