I Made The Popular Girl My Pain Slave

Taylor is the most popular girl at school with an absolutely flawless figure making her the object of pretty much every male students lust. She is super skinny with long platinum blonde hair, bright blue eyes and plump pink lips, she has a perfect bubble butt and small perky tits, basically she is the school girl every man fantasises about fucking.

Everyone seems to think that she is perfectly innocent with her wide smile, puppy dog eyes and her hair worn in pigtails but some of us know better. Taylor is a bitch. She seems to take a dislike to some people and those she does she bullies mercilessly with her little group of sycophants. I am one of those people she has taken a dislike to.

We had to work on a project in pairs for English class and unfortunately I had been paired up with none other than Taylor. We had been looking through the books in the library to find some on our chosen topic, well Taylors chosen topic, we had finally found books on her topic but they were in a section of the library that no one ever really went to.

Taylor had been merciless since we had entered the library with constant petty insults and cruel words. I had put up with it for all this time but my anger was quickly reaching its limits with her nonstop comments.

I lost my temper, I’ve never been a violent person and I had been raised to never hit a woman but she had said something about my parents and I had just completely lost control of my senses and had slapped her hard.

My slap had sent Taylor sprawling across the floor, she had been crouching in front of me when I struck her. I instantly regret what has happened and I start to apologise to her but she looks around at me and the look in her eyes stops me dead.

I can’t read what the emotion in her eyes is but I’m sure that any second now she is going to launch herself at me and claw my eyes out. I’m sitting cross legged on the floor stunned from what I’ve just done when Taylor actually launches herself at me, I try to scramble backwards away from her but she is on me in a flash with a leg either side of me and her face in close to mine. I thought for a second that she was about to head-butt me but that isn’t her style, she wouldn’t want to risk damaging that pretty face of hers.

I tensed, prepared for her to lash out at me but what she did instead was a complete surprise, she kissed me.

I was stunned when she kissed me and froze up not knowing what to do but Taylor pulls back away from the kiss and looks at me with fire in her eyes.

“Hit me again.” Taylor speaks quietly but the tone of her voice makes it sound like she is giving me an order.

I look at her thinking that she is crazy, she had seriously just told me to hit her again. I was so confused that I can’t think straight I had just slapped the most popular and beloved girl in school but instead of lash out at me she had kissed me and then asked me to hit her again.

I was zoning out a little as I thought about what had just happened but was swiftly brought back to reality when Taylor lifts herself up off me slightly and lifts her skirt and lets it pool around me as she rest herself back down onto my legs.

“Hit me again.” She growls at me with a ferocity that would make me think she was about to attack me if she wasn’t trying to order me to hit her. I was distracted because I was torn between the fact that I had been raised with the belief that I should never hit a woman and the combination of my hatred for her and her practically begging for me to hit her.

I was distracted because of being torn between being raised to never hit a woman but my intense want to strike her in revenge for all her bullying plus their was the fact that she was obviously trying to get me to hit her. I was caught in a kind of daydream where I hit her and let loose all of the anger and hatred I felt for her.

“Just fucking hit me you pathetic piece of shit.” She snarls at me viciously looking less like her usual picture of innocence and more like a wild animal.

I lash out without thinking, just wanting to strike her and let out the anger stemming from the way she had been treating me this whole time. I slap her across her face knocking her backwards and instantly I feel terrible for having hit her and most likely hurt her.

I consider apologising to her but my words are cut off when I hear her moan but not the kind of moan you would expect from someone in pain, it is more like a moan of pleasure. Even though Taylor’s body had been knocked backwards she was basically still sitting on my lap and with the way she had moved her skirt earlier I suddenly came to the realisation that it was her bare legs and panties brushing against my trousers.

Taylor sat back up, she was looking at me with a dreamy expression on her face and then she started to slowly grind herself against my legs. Being inexperienced with sex I didn’t realise at first that the moisture I was feeling against my legs was seeping through my trousers and was coming from Taylor’s pussy.

Taylor continued to grind against my legs while moaning in pleasure, she leaned backwards pushing herself down harder against me.

“Hit me again.” Taylor snaps.