Pearl Haven Academy

Chapter 12- Tryouts Day Part 3 (r18)

CHESTER

I watch my little mouse as she waves goodbye to Nika. From what I heard, Nika will come back tomorrow, so that means my little mouse would be all alone. Perfect for what I have planned.

I grab a hoodie from my bag and trail off behind her quietly.

When she turns her head, I hide. And then, when she walks again, I stalk her from behind slowly and carefully.

Then, when she lets down her guard, I reach for her wrist.

She stares at me, and a realization dawns on her that I am following her, so she yells and struggles.

"Who are you...? Really? Please... let me go!" She starts shivering now and opens her bag so that she can take out her phone.

But I grab her bag before she could take out her phone and throw it on the ground while I swiftly hold her wrists on the top of her head.

She struggles against me to try to kick me off with her legs.

But I press my legs between hers so she can't get away.

She hisses at me as she keeps struggling, but it's no use. I have her right where I f***ing want her. And I won't let her get away this time.

"What do you want from me?" She hisses as she keeps trying to break away from me, but I keep her in place.

"What I want... is to take you, f*** you, make you submit." I hiss.

She scoffs. "And if I don't?"

"Then I'll f***ing make sure you won't get to walk back to your dorms without me carrying you."

"Why would I have to go through that humiliation?" She hisses.

"Because I... I f***ing want to. Do anything and everything for you," I say, and I press on harder as she screams.

"You know this is not right. This is not healthy. I don't even know who you are." She bites her lip as she starts tearing up.

I dart my tongue out to lick her tears. Even her tears are sweet. I can't get enough. "Then why don't you guess who I am?"

THALIA

"Then why don't you guess who I am?" He asks me while he still has his hoodie on over his face.

I scrunch my eyes, but I still can't recognize him. When people wear a hoodie, I can barely see who they are. After that car crash where I lost my parents, glass shards from the car hit my eyes, so my eyesight gets blurry when someone is looming over me, especially if they are wearing black outfits or if they cover themselves up.

"I don't know who you are. Please... I have to go back to the dorms." I whimper.

"But that's the thing," he hisses. "I can't f***ing let you go, and I don't want to." He presses his lips on my neck and gently bites me there.

I gasp and grab on to his hoodie while b**** drips down my neck as he keeps on biting my neck.

"Ouch...!" I hiss while gritting my teeth and my one eye closed.

I beg for him to stop, but he keeps going, then he licks the b**** that dribbles down my neck and takes out a rope from his hoodie.

He drags me to the trees, and he ties my wrists on it while he yanks my shoes off, and he binds my feet too.

He tied me up so tightly I can feel it will leave a bruise.

"Someone help me!" I scream, but he covers my mouth with his hand.

"Shh," he says, and I bite down on his hand hard.

"You b****," he mutters as he licks the b**** dripping down on his hand. "So you also want me to gag you?" He takes out a handkerchief and covers my mouth with it, muffling my attempts to scream as I glare daggers at him.

Then he takes out a scissor, and he stares at my jersey. He approaches me and tugs on it.

"Tell me," he says. "Is this jersey important to you?"

I nod, and he puts the scissors back. "Okay, princess. I'll just strip it for you then. Just stay still."

He calls me a b****, and now he calls me princess? Is this man right in the head?

He lifts up my jersey and inhales as he sees my bra. "Is this bra important to you too?" he asks.

I shake my head, and he grins. "I f***ing thought so." He rips it off and licks his lips as he stares at my t***.

"You are so f***ing beautiful," he says. "I can't f***ing wait to taste you."

He then moves his hand to my thighs and tugs on down my jersey shorts. "F***," he mutters as he sees a glimpse of my lacy panties underneath. Then he unties my feet from the tree and lifts my legs. "Tell me, princess, is this panties important for you too?" He asks me while rubbing my p**** with his fingers while I still have the panties on.

I give a nod, and he gently takes it off me. Then he gapes at the sight of my p****.

He groans inwardly and spreads my legs apart to see more of my p****, which must be soaking wet by now.

He grabs my legs and holds onto them as he leans his head and darts his tongue out as he gives my p**** a lick.

I shiver and squirm my legs, but he keeps licking me.

Then he looks into my face for a moment, and he also uses his teeth to nip at my c***. I groan inwardly with the handkerchief still on my mouth.

He keeps my legs over his head, and he nudges my entrance with one of his fingers. The middle finger, to be exact.

"You seem to love this one, so I will pleasure you with just my middle finger."

I whimper as he slides it slowly inside me, and my eyes widen as he thrusts his middle finger on my p****. No way. Has he been watching me flick my middle finger on Chester? Then is he also a student from this academy too? Could this hooded guy be one of his friends? Like Wade or Zach?

I mewl and whimper as he continues to nip at my bud, and he moves his fingers inside my p****. I groan, and he pulls away for a moment. "Are you going to c*m?" He asks me.

I nod and beg him with my eyes. "Then I want to c** with you." He pulls out his c***; I can barely see it since he is blocking it with his hand as he runs his hand over his shaft while he keeps his middle finger sliding in and out of my p****.

I shake my head, moaning a little louder. He pauses and stares at me. "Oh, so you want this c*** inside you? But can you take it? Take all of me?" he asks.

I tear up and nod, just wanting to get this over with. "As you wish, princess."

He slides his middle finger off my p****, and he then slowly enters me.

CHESTER

My little mouse. Begging for my c***, even if she can't speak due to the gag over her mouth, I want to take her. I'm glad she is being honest, and her body admitted it herself. That she wants my c***.

So I smear her wet juices on my c*** and press the head of my c*** at her entrance. I wonder if she can take in all of me.

I slowly enter her, going in one. One.

Then I go for another inch. Two.

And another. Three.

If she recognizes me after I enter her this way, then I'll deal with it later. But I don't think she can with her eyes closed as her walls tighten up on my c***.

I go in for another inch. Still staring at her face. Four.

She gasps, and then I nudge some more. Five.

She keeps tightening around me, and I rub her stomach gently as I keep pushing. Six.

I hold her leg with one hand while I let her other leg rest on my shoulder, and I make my other hand rub on her stomach to soothe her. Seven.

I mutter in her ears, still comforting her. Eight.

Two more to go. She keeps tightening around my c***. F***. I go for another inch. Nine.

Then I hold her legs again as I fully enter her. Ten.

I start to f*** her slowly and then fast. She whimpers as she keeps tightening over me.

Then I keep thrusting, and some of her mewls escape through the handkerchief.

I smirk. She's close. And I am too.

So I move faster and faster, and I groan as I erupt and c*m inside her. She also c**s after me, and then I pull out of her gaping at the sight of our juices trailing down her legs.

I set her legs down and untied her wrist. I also take off the handkerchief between her lips.

She scrambles for her jersey, and I take a picture of her as she wears them.

"Are we done? Can I go back now?"

I nod and help her with her things and place the ones that fell off back on her bag.

I look down at the bruises on her legs and wrists. Then I grab her hand and drag her as we walk.

"Wait! This isn't the way to the dorms!" She says.

"You need treatment," I say. "I'll drop you off at the nurse's office."

"I can walk there by myself; you don't need to do this," she says.

She walks slower now, and I sigh. "Come. Get on my back. I'll carry you there."

I get down on my knees and expose my broad back to her.

She hesitates. "Hurry, I don't like waiting." I hiss.

She places her small hands on my chest, and I hold onto her thighs. "Hold on tight, princess," I say.

She grips my shoulders hard, afraid that I'll let her fall. But I won't do that. I want to hurt her, but I don't want to make her fall over and stumble. She makes me confused deep inside.

As I walk, I feel her slowly breathing in to me. I think she fell asleep. So I drop her off at the nurse office and tend to her injuries since the school nurse isn't around.

Then I leave her on the bed after placing the first aid kit back in the closet.