The parking lot was emptying out, the last of the stragglers from track practice were making their way to their cars. Among them was Caitlyn, a petite blonde with curly hair that she always kept tied back in a ponytail. She was a focused and shy girl, always had been. All she wanted was to get home, peel off her sweaty sports bra and leggings, and curl up on the couch with a good book.
As she approached her car, she could feel the weight of the day's practice in her legs. She fished her keys out of her gym bag and pressed the unlock button, the car beeping in response. Just as she was about to open the door, she felt a hand on her wrist.
"Going somewhere, gorgeous?" a voice said from behind her. Caitlyn turned to see Andrew, a cocky and aggressive classmate who always seemed to be around when she least wanted him to be.
"What are you doing in my car, pervert?" she asked angrily, trying to pull her wrist out of his grasp.
Andrew just laughed and ignored her protests, instead pulling her into the driver's seat of her own car. He leaned over her, his breath hot and heavy on her neck. Caitlyn tried to scream, but before she could even open her mouth, Andrew had slapped a piece of duct tape over it.
Caitlyn's muffled cries filled the car as Andrew reached into her leggings, his fingers massaging her pussy through the fabric. She tried to push him away, but he was too strong. She was no match for him.
He pulled out a buttplug and forced it into her naked ass, causing her to wince in pain. She tried to resist, but it was no use. Andrew was enjoying the power dynamic, calling her names and spitting on her.
Despite Caitlyn's tears and pleas, Andrew continued to fuck her, his thrusts becoming more and more forceful. He came twice inside her, before finally removing the tape from her mouth.
"Suck my dick, slut," he commanded, and Caitlyn had no choice but to comply. She struggled to breathe as he throat fucked her roughly, pulling on her blonde hair and causing her to cry even more.
After finishing, Andrew callously slammed the car door in Caitlyn's face and locked it, leaving her to breakdown in tears. She sat there for what felt like an eternity, trying to process what had just happened.
But as she sat there, something changed. Caitlyn realized that she didn't have to be a victim. She didn't have to let Andrew control her. She was a strong, controlling, and direct woman. And she was going to take back her power.
She started the car and drove home, her mind racing with plans for revenge. She was going to make Andrew regret ever laying a hand on her. And she was going to enjoy every minute of it.
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