I’m gonna escort you to the restroom in back, and I’m gonna rape you right there, right then. And if you give any trouble I swear to god…” ... Using that specific wording, ‘I was gonna give you a chance, but not any more’, has turned this around to being her fault. She’s become horny and brought it on herself. She deserves to be raped. I work my clenched fists which still lay on the table, a feigned display of angered resolve. She can’t see an option. She knows her fate’s. During childhood wrestling matches, tickling was a way to turn the tables if you were losing. Now everyone thinks I am not ticklish since I won't allow myself to react to it."I love having attention paid to my tits. Soft and gentle or rough and nasty. Simply pleasurable or highly painful, I don't care as long as they get maximum attention. I hate anything in my ass. Fingers, toungues, toys or cocks, they are all painful and uncomfortable. Except for hands gripping my buttocks during hard sex,. ‘Never again Susan,’ he said as they kissed good night. ‘Well not this side of daylight. While I’m here you may fuck me every two hours if you wish. I want you to accept there are other women in this world than that bitch Gwen Owens although I do accept you loved her.’ ‘Yeah my mind is easing away from her. I’ve actually started dwelling on the bad times we had.’ ‘Good boy. God my cunt feels raw.’ Jack tried to stay away from her during the next three days but she protested and said she was. She made her way across campus, being as quiet as possible and avoiding any signs of staff or students awake like her. She reached the gym, and as the card had promised, all the doors were unlocked. She entered the poolroom and smiled. The sides of the pool were lined with lights that she had never noticed before, creating shifting hues that painted the dark ceiling while the air itself was heavy with night's shadow. It was beautiful, stunningly even. The chlorine pool that she had swam in.