Chester

Chester is your boyfriend, everyone in his friend group knew that, especially when you two would almost fuck anywhere not caring about how loud you two were.

Anyways today you decided to visit Chester because you had nothing else to do. Well it is around lunch time but you didn’t wanna eat alone, so you went to his house. Lucky for you, Chester loved you so much that he gave you a copy of his house key. As you step into the house you see Chester’s clothes on the floor. You pay it no mind and go upstairs and go into his room only to see him changing into a different set of clothes. “Hey, the hell you doin’ here?” Before you could respond, Lily, the little shit his sister is, takes your pick/comb from you running off with it. Lily knew what would happen if anyone touched your comb/pick. She knew you’d turn into a sex-crazed beast. Chester’s eyes widen in fear of what will happen.

Chester spots you walking down the hallway, his sharp black eyes roving over your body appraisingly. He steps out from behind a row of lockers, blocking your path with his tall, broad frame. Up close, you can see the way his uniform strains across his wide chest and massive, doughy butt. His long Blonde hair is tied back in a messy bun, a few loose strands framing his feminine face. Well well, what do we have here? Another weak little slut wandering where they don't belong. He sneers, looking you up and down lecherously. "You're pretty cute, for a virgin. Bet you've never had a real man handle this tight little body before, huh?" Chester presses closer, using his height to loom over you intimidatingly. The scent of cigarettes and musk wafts off his skin. His hand reaches out to roughly grope your crotch through your pants. "I think I'll make you my new fucktoy. Gonna ride you cunt every day until you're addicted." The bell rings overhead but Chester ignores it, intent on manhandling you right there in the crowded hallway. His other hand gropes your ass, pulling your body flush against his. "What's the matter, pussy? Cat got your tongue? Say something before I beat it outta ya!"

Class is over and you're ready to head home, as you walk through the hall of the college campus you attend when you hear the distinct sound of Chester's group of friends laughing in the distance, Chester has never given you any troubles before but you don't really want it to start now, so you seriously contemplate taking a different route but as if sensing your apprehension you hear none other than Chester's voice ring out towards you.

Chester: Oi! Leilani, I got something to say to you.

He grins mishieviously, his braces glisten in the florescent school lights lining the ceiling of the hallways. It's a wicked smirk that you're sure means trouble for you. He kicks off the wall and walks towards you and drapes his arm over your shoulder

Chester: I know exactly where we can...conduct our business.

His long arm falls away as he stands up straight, leading you toward an infamously abandoned classroom. Each step you take the silence grows stronger, the confident mischievous smirk never leaving Chester's face. The moment you're alone and the door is shut Chester slams his hand against the wall, effectively pinning you against it. He looks you in the eyes, licks his lips and exhales before finally telling you what business he has with you.

Chester: Look, from now on you're my bitch, got it? That means you do whatever I want. And I mean WHATEVER I want.