(A LESSON)
“I have never hit a woman unconscious before, but I dare you to drag Gran Gran into this. I will make sure your soul is ripped from your body. Did you just say I came begging for sex? Don't make me laugh, you slut. Begging for sex? What do you think of yourself? How low do you think I think of you, or should I say, what delusions has my cock fed you? Do you think I care that much about your slutty hole?”
He laughed wickedly, but Hannah couldn’t help but admit he was hot… too hot… and too handsome to get mad at him. Too bad he was not as good as his looks.
Those dark, evil, polished eyes, like those of a cold-blooded wolf, never suited his angelic face. They were like the eyes that would suit a demon… Lucifer… in a literary description.
Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to get air into her lungs. If she didn't do something fast, she would be visiting her own grave sooner than she expected.
“I can't breathe, Anto… Anto… Why… are you doing this… Called you over for us to talk things out, ba… by…. Please…. don't do this.”
She surrendered and cried bitterly, trying to breathe.
“You have the guts to run your mouth. You must pay, you slutty fool!”
Antonio tightened his grip around her neck, watching her get paler and her eyes roll back.
Just as she was about to collapse, he released her.
“I think I know a perfect way to teach you a lesson.”
He smirked.
Hannah fell onto the bed, gasping heavily for air. Her hand grabbed her chest, mouth wide open, and a wheezing sound was heard from her lungs.
She was yet to regain her strength when a mighty and strong hand flipped her face up.
He stood over her face, roughly forcing her mouth open with two muscular fingers pressed hard against her cheeks—so hard that it hurt.
He forced his massive cock into her mouth, down her throat.
It was too big for Hannah's throat… she was choking, but he ignored her. His hands pressed tightly against her neck. Her cheeks and ears turned red instantly, like they would explode.
“I don't want to feel the presence of teeth, or you will regret it.”
Her eyes widened, then became pale and faint. She could barely breathe; her face turned tomato red, and the veins on her forehead were visible to the eyes.
Her mouth hurt from the thrusts, and the massive cock going all the way down her throat was suffocating her.
“Come on, don't die yet, bitch!”
He laughed. “We are compatible, aren't we? Don't you want to be my bride?”
Hannah shook her head, with pleading eyes.
He pulled the cock from her mouth, slapping her face with it.
“What’s with the face? You don't want me anymore? You weakling. I have not even started with you. You must handle what I am about to give you.”
Hannah's tortured eyes said 'Sorry,' and her lips mouthed the words 'Forgive me.'
“It’s too late, haha, enjoy!”
He grabbed her hair tightly, like he was pulling it from her scalp, and forced it back into her mouth, continuing to thrust.
His hand went to her breast, and he gave her nipples the most painful pinch, one after the other.
She shuddered and vibrated in extreme pain, her face red and cheeks heavily wet with streams of unending tears.
“Don’t you dare bite, use your tongue!”
He growled.
Hannah’s eyes turned red, and her mouth was on fire. Her throat had been poked, slammed, and expanded so much that she felt like she had lost her voice in the process. Tears ran down her cheeks as the painful torture continued.
“Fuck! I'm… I’m about to cum.”
He immediately grabbed the back of her hair, forced her neck up, and convulsively thrust in and out of her throat in a blur motion. Then, with a shout, he pulled out and spilled over her face.
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It's a school day. Angela was seated in front of a group of young children in a small, one-room schoolhouse in a poor neighborhood in Mississippi, with cracked walls and a sparse number of books and materials.
This would be her fourth year as a self-employed teacher to these less privileged kids. Although she gets paid only peanuts, her love for children and her profession kept her satisfied with the payment.
Angela is greatly known for her patience and kindness among the kids.
During the afternoon recess, one of the children tripped and fell, scraping his knee on the rough floor.
Angela saw the scene from afar and immediately rushed over to him, her eyes full of concern.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” she asked, her voice soft and comforting.
The child nodded, but his eyes were filled with tears.
Angela crouched down and inspected the scrape, her expression gentle and reassuring.
“It's just a small scrape,” she told the child. “Let's clean it up and put a bandage on it, okay?”
The child nodded, his eyes wide with fear and pain.
Mrs. Samantha, one of the teachers in the school, came running towards them. There were only three teachers, but they took all ages and classes since there weren't enough resources to hire more for the children.
“What happened?”