If you were going to do something, you'd have to do it now.
...this lonely, pathetic freak of a girl would probably kill you if you tried anything now.
You have your pride, but you don't want to die. You swallow it down and climb into her palm, hating every part of it. You especially hate the look of unbridled joy radiating from her face as you do so. "GOOD BOY!" She exclaims.
"I'M SO PROUD OF YOU! TRYING TO MAKE ME HAPPY BECAUSE YOU'RE SUCH A GOOD BOYFRIEND!" You can tell that she's getting wrapped up in her delusions again, and you don't even try to argue as she turns and walks over to - you get a horrible, sinking feeling, - her bed, where she sits down.
She stares down at you in her hand, actually looking kind of uncertain and nervous all of a sudden, seemingly trying to think of what to do or say next. You try to use this to your advantage, and think fast on what to say yourself.
"So listen," you interrupt her thoughts, quickly, your mind still racing to think ahead. "I've been thinking, you know, obviously you're my girlfriend and all, right, but, you know, maybe we should try taking it slow for a while? I mean, I'm not saying I don't love you or anything," you add hurriedly, as she frowns down at you. "It's just, I respect you too much to, y'know, want to, uh, rush you, or anything... it's, uh... I feel like it's more meaningful, if we wait..." You trail off under the weight of her stare, and go silent. Suddenly, she seems to reach a decision, and squeezes you tightly in her fist.
"THAT'S OKAY, HONEY. I UNDERSTAND" she tells you, dropping down to lie on her stomach with you held tightly in her grip. "BUT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE TREATING ME LIKE A QUEEN, REMEMBER?" She holds you right in front of her face, propped up on her elbows.
You feel like your ribs are going to break. You struggle to muster together just enough breath for a response. "Y-yes. My Queen!" "SORRY, WHAT WAS THAT?"
"YesmyQueen!" It takes all you have. She giggles. "AWW, THAT'S SO SWEET! I LOVE IT WHEN YOU CALL ME THAT." You think she's going to relax her grip, but she doesn't - all she does is move it down from your chest to your legs, which is only slightly less painful, but at least you can breathe now. "DON'T WORRY, WE CAN WAIT A BIT BEFORE I LET YOU SEE ME NAKED." She takes her other hand and yanks your shirt over your head without warning, nearly dislocating one of your arms as it catches in the fabric. "I WANT TO SEE YOU, THOUGH." Her eyes widen with delight, and she lets go of your tortured legs to let you drop into the palm of her other hand.
"STRIP," she commands, almost panting with excitement. At this point, you don't even think about it. You just scramble to undo your pants and toss them aside, terrified. You lose your shoes and boxers too, without being asked. Kristen's mouth hangs wide open as she watches you. Wordlessly, as if in a trance, she brings you up to her mouth and shoves your head into her lips again. "OH, HONEY" she mutters, blasting incredible noise and less-than-savory hot breath right into your face. "YOU ARE GOING TO BE A GREAT LITTLE BOYFRIEND FOR ME. I'M SO HAPPY I FOUND YOU!" You sputter and wipe at your face to keep her slimy drool from running into your mouth, but it's pointless, because she opens her mouth and brings you in for another "kiss" right away anyhow. You try to lean away, but there's only so much room to maneuver, and inevitably you find your head passing in between her cracked lips, past her... (well, okay, actually her teeth seem fine, little bit off-white is all, pretty much normal) teeth, and you can't really do much of anything against the overpowering muscles as she starts licking and slobbering all over your head and chest. You take some solace, at least, in the knowledge that this filthy slob is licking off the must that you'd picked up from that unkempt bush of hers. Strictly speaking the tongue and cheeks working over you should feel pretty good, as well, in and of itself - if, say, it was Maggie doing it to you, instead of this scary, unhinged dork you ran into.
Unfortunately, it's not. Maggie has excellent oral hygiene and technique, as you can attest. This girl's an artless slobberer with stale breath, and you spend most of the time while she's (as she probably thinks) Frenching you, just struggling to wipe as much of the unpleasantly odorous spit as possible from your face, in between intrusions where her slimy tongue bats your arms away and delivers another heaping glob of it all over you. This keeps going for another full two minutes before she decides it's enough, closes her lips over your stomach, and just starts sucking on you.
If anything, that's even worse; it's cleaner, but also tighter. Not only can you not avoid being squeezed between her tongue and the roof of her mouth all the time, but Kristen apparently has no sense of pressure, and how it relates to you trying to fucking breathe in there. Each round literally sucks all the air out of your lungs, leaving you to gasp whatever used breath flows in from her throat from time to time, between pulls. Worse, she keeps going like this for several more minutes before finally pulling you back out, and at that point you're already nearly on the verge of passing out.
"I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I LOVE FEELING YOU CLOSE TO ME." Kristen trying to be sensual. Even if it wasn't just pathetically awkward, to you the words sound distant, faded, and your vision is blurry. Within a couple of seconds, though, the oxygen spreads through your system, and it clears up just in time for you to see that you're being carried down, back into the dark and horrible recesses under her skirt. For the third time today, she slides you down into her bush. This time she doesn't just stop at leaving you there or holding you, but spreads her legs apart and actively rubs your tired body between the lips. "DON'T YOU LOVE... HAVING ME AS YOUR QUEEN?" She pants, waves of pleasure breaking over her from below. She's really convinced herself that you think of her that way, and it excites her to no end that for once in her life, she has complete power over somebody who both absolutely loves and totally respects her. She feels the back of your head with a finger, and makes sure to guide it right into the middle as you're moved back and forth, gasping a little when she realizes she can feel your breath on her pink as you struggle against her.
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