VRX 9000: Sex Games / Decline; You still won't do that.

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VRX 9000: Sex Games

My Roomate's Pet: Jennifer's Story

Part 1: Initial Reactions

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The Story:

You turn your head to the side, blushing and trying to regain your footing again as you feel your thighs shuddering from the orgasm still. You just called yourself a dirty whore and let Olivia fuck your pussy hard like that. You feel so humiliated that you just can't stand any more. "No." You say, not really trying to escape anymore but unwilling to do what she asks. "I'm not going to do that." You repeat again, almost more to yourself than to her. Olivia is so hot you can't stand it, but you are not about to just let her rape you and get away with it. You start to stand becoming more sure that you should resist Olivia's forcefulness but the model-esque woman just grabs you by the hair again.

"Sorry, but dirty whores don't get to make decision's like that." Olivia says matter-of-factly and starts to drag you over to her closet. You reach up and try to pull her grip out of her hair but in the end you are forced to drop your hands back down and crawl after her before she tugs your hair out.

"Let go of me you bitch!" You finally shout as she throws open the closet door and drags you in after her. She ignores you, pulling out a large box of items. You find your chance. You yank your hair away hard grabbing her wrist and manage to free yourself from her grip. You are stronger than her, after all. Olivia looks at you annoyed and goes to grab you again but you think fast and kick her in the legs hard. Olivia doesn't expect that and goes down right onto the closet floor. You feel anger building up in you from being spanked and humiliated by her and before you know it you jump on top of the ridiculously hot woman and pin her down. To your surprise she doesn't say a word, despite obviously becoming angry, and the two of you wrestle on her closet floor next to the box. You barely manage to pin her face down into the carpet, both of you breathing hard when you are finished. The woman is a lot stronger than she looks, and obviously more skilled at wrestling. You just had the better position and more muscle. "There, this'll show you for being such a bitch." You mutter at her, then finally glance inside the box.

To your complete surprise it is full of all kinds of bondage devices and sex toys. "What the fuck..." You say out-loud, then look back to the obviously flustered Olivia with her face pinned to the carpet obviously not happy. "What the shit were you going to do to me?" You say, a bit of anger showing in yourself. This bitch! And that is when you get the idea. "Time to show you some of your own medicine." You say, enjoying Olivia's eyes widening in shock.

"No!" She immediately curses, suddenly invigorated in her struggles. "Get off me you cow!" She hisses, and you barely manage to keep her pinned.

You actually laugh at her, seeing a whole new side of the cool-calm-collected sultry princess that she is. "Oh, you don't like that do you? Let's see if I can find something here to restrain you." You say with a grin. You take some rope, a little familiar with it from your time with the girl scouts, and wrap an arm around Olivia's neck before dragging her over to the bed. She fights like a wild woman and part of you is quite impressed. But you have too good of a grip now and it is only a matter of time before you get her onto the bed with the rope around her wrists. You decide to tie them to the two corners at the head of the bed then quickly decide to tie her ankles as well ending up having the sexy, pale bitch tied eagle positioned on her own bed. You can't help but just stare down at her once you are done, her large, soft and pale breasts heaving from exertion from her struggles looking like they are going to pop out of her bra at any moment. Then there are her perfect, slim hips with her black thong nestled perfectly between them.

Then, you think about what you are doing again. Are you really going to do this to her? You've never done anything remotely like this. Is it illegal? Will you get in trouble? Then Olivia curses you and screams in your face to release her calling you a dirty whore, a bitch, a fat cow, and many other names that just harden your resolve. This uppety bitch deserves what is coming for her. You just look down to her and smile, then walk over to her desk and grab her scissors. "You know, Olivia, you've been teasing me with those massive tits for too long now. I think it is time I took a look for myself."

"Die in hell you whore!" Olivia screams, her regal, professional and mysterious personality completely gone. You just raise your eyebrows a little in shock but then just continue, going over to cut her bra off of her while she squirms and struggles trying to free herself. You bite your lip when her breasts spill out completely, quite impressed and immediately turned on. They are so large and natural, and so soft and pale. You have no idea how they are so firm, but you don't care. You immediately drop the scissors and run your hands up to squeeze them, enjoying yourself extremely as you squeeze and pull on them over and over, her breasts more than filling your hands as they get squeezes and kneaded under your fingers. You pull on her nipples over and over and Olivia just goes to an icy calm glaring at you with obviously pent-up hate. You just grin at her, playing with her tits, before your eyes trail down to her slim, petite hips.

"Now for the real prize. Maybe we'll finish the movie with me playing with your pussy, see how you like it." You mock, getting more curses and death threats from Olivia. You ignore them and pick the scissors back up to cut away her hardly revealing thong. Olivia's slit is perfect, no hair and pale and perfectly clean. You actually blush slightly in envy. How is this woman so damned hot, even here? With her legs forced apart you can see everything despite her squirming and can't help but run your hand down between her legs and starts to rub her slit making her absolutely scream at you.

You play with her perfect body for a minute or two before you look up at her annoyed, starting to wonder if your neighbors can hear her. You've been called a fucking slut one too many times. Deciding you are going to teach her a lesson you wander back over to her box of toys and find two different items which you immediately light up to. You walk over and set one on the bed behind you and reveal the switch to Olivia who's eyes widen in realization. "Don't you dare you fucking bitch!" She screams, but that just encourages you. You bring the switch down almost as hard as you can across her large busty tits and are rewarded with a howl of agony from the raven-haired beauty.

You don't stop, switching her pale breasts over and over as hard as you can until Olivia's curses and threats turn into screams, wails, and tears and she writhes in her restraints. Red strips start to cover her pale busty tits until you finally tire, Olivia's eyes starting to water from all the pain. You can't help but thing her massive tits look over better covered in dark red switch marks. You beam realizing Olivia is completely silent now, just glaring up at you with those hate-filled eyes. You just grin down at her. "Now, are you going to shut the fuck up now?" You ask her, to which she just continues to glare at you keeping eye contact.

After watching her perfect tits heave back and forth from her heavy breathing you finally reveal your second item, two large metal clamps connected by some thick, heavy chains. Olivia's eyes widen and you see her lips tighten as she holds herself back from speaking. You just grin, moving one clamp up to one of her nipples as she desperately tries to squirm away from it. "If you are a good girl for me," You start, emphasizing the 'good girl' part mockingly, "I'll stop punishing you." You finish, watching her face twist with rage.

"Fuck you!" She hisses, which just makes you shrug.

"I warned you." You say, then force the clamp onto her nipple. Olivia absolutely howls in pain, clenching her teeth as she looks down at the clamp digging into her nipple. A single tear slides down her cheek when you put the second one on, tugging on the two with the thick chain which the nipples are forced to hold up. Olivia squirms and you can tell the clamps are hurting her, those massive tits likely very sensitive. Tugging on the chain hard you make Olivia look up at you, her face twisted between pain, anger, and a little bit of fear. You realize she has likely never experienced her own 'craft' from the other end. "This is what happens why you try to rape me, you stupid bimbo. You don't touch me ever again, you understand?" You berate, watching her just look at you, the single tear running her make-up oh-so-slightly. You feel a tinge of jealousy realizing that somehow just makes her look hotter.

It is then that you decide to make a decision. Do you keep punishing this snotty upper class woman with her own instruments and have fun with it, or do you let her go with the lesson learned? She is so damned hot, and you'd love to keep playing with her body, but part of you is worried that this will end in a lot of trouble for you. Maybe you should just let her go and call it even.

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What do you do?

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