The school bell rang suddenly, awakening Ryan from his Friday afternoon
slumber. Mr Green had been going on for 15 minutes about some part of Chemistry
he didn’t understand and had switched off as soon as the word “orbitals” came
out of his mouth. Boredom had descended on the classroom but it was quickly
replaced by excitement as the bell signalled the end of school and the beginning
of the weekend. Pupils flooded out of the classroom into the corridor, promptly
joined by hundreds of others, all holding equal amounts of joy at the end of
school. Ryan collected his books and bag and followed suit heading out into the
quickly emptying school corridor, taking his phone out of his pocket as he felt
it going off in his pocket, while he headed for his locker.
“1 New Message” . It was from John. “Just reminding everyone bout the end of
school party tonight at mine, free house! As if you’d forget hah! See you there!
Ryan reached his locker and opened it up before emptying the contents into
his bag. He wandered through the now empty corridors of school contemplating
what tonight would hold. He didn’t mind John, and it was the end of term, but he
couldn’t bring himself to be at all excited about the party, part of him just
wanted to sit at home and watch TV, and on any other occasion he probably would,
but he had already told John he was going, and Ryan’s friends were all going too
as well as Hannah, a prospective love interest, it probably would have been
social suicide to not make an appearance.
His phone started buzzing again. It was his friend Mark calling. He answered
and had a brief phone call about the logistics of the night before hanging up
and heading for the exit of the school. He passed numerous empty classrooms
before hearing some voices coming from one of the computing rooms. He recognised
one instantly, it was a girls voice. Bronya’s. Bronya was the bitch of his year,
rich, stuck up, spoilt and always getting her own way. Her dad gave enormous
donations to the school meaning she could get away with murder for the schools
fear of losing the financial support should they tell her off for anything. Most
of the guys loved her, but she treated them like garbage, knowing her looks
would always drive them back to her, and if not then her money would. Ryan hated
her though, and was one of the few guys in his year who could see past the
stunning exterior to the heartless selfish bitch that lay beneath. She was also
always giving Ryan funny looks, he would often catch her looking at him
intently, eyes focused on him, as though she was lost in her own thoughts, Ryan
always assumed it was just her looking down at him. As he got closer he could
make out that the other voice was a guys. As he walked past he looked in. He
caught a glance of Bronya, standing menacingly, her dark blonde hair flowing
over her slight shoulders, hands on hips, in front of George, a boy who had been
held back a year, early on in his school life and so therefore a year older than
any of us, but never really fitted in with any of the social groups and ended up
spending most of his time in the computer lab. Ryan listened in, interested to
see what reason she could possibly want to talk to the reject of our year for.
“You better get it!”, he heard Bronya saying fiercely to George.
“Ye...yeh..yeh...I...I will”, George stuttered
“Good, cause me and my girls want to get wasted tonight, and if you ruin it,
you’ll regret it, trust me!”, she snarled.
“Yeh, of course, but only if my mum doesn’t see, she doesn’t like me being
alcohol for other people especially underages” George whimpered back.
“What!? Excuse me! I don’t give a fuck what your mum says, I want to get drink,
and you’re the only one who is old enough to buy it, or else, you’ll get it!”
She said as she grabbed his arm and bent it into an awkward position, he yelped
instantly, pain shooting through his face.
She held his arm there for a few seconds before letting go. The message had
sunk as George nodded pitifully. Bronya was smiling sadistically, she had
enjoyed hurting him, and getting her own way. There was a moment of silence
between them, as she savoured the moment, before she snapped out of it, smiled
innocently said goodbye and touching his arm gently and walked confidently out
the room as if nothing had happened. As she exited she came face to face with
Ryan, and smiled sweetly at him too.
“Hey Ryan”, she cooed, “Going to the party tonight yeh? See you there” and
marched off without a chance for Ryan to speak.
Ryan turned round to watch her leave, and noted she was swaying her ass
sexily, playing with Ryan’s mind like she did with every other guy, only Ryan
didn’t fall for the trap. He was hardly surprised by the events that had
unfolded, after all he knew what Bronya was like. However he was rather stunned
as to how easily she over powered George. He knew Bronya worked, out, she had a
gym in her house, and had a stunningly fit, toned body, but George was a big
guy, easily 200 pounds, yet she made him seem like a feather. It was a brief
thought, as he generally didn’t concern himself with anything to do with Bronya,
just out of pure hate, and so immediately forgot about it all and headed home.
The party was in full swing, loud music, some people chatting, some dancing
others outside smoking. Ryan had been there for over an hour but still wasn’t in
the mood for a party, his friend were all drunk and he wasn’t, and plus Hannah
still hadn’t arrived but the bitch Bronya, with all her friends had. He got up
from the couch he was sitting on and wandered through the house taking it all in
the, music, the laughter, the smell of booze. He entered the kitchen and headed
for the table of booze. There were plenty folk milling about but couldn’t help
but instantly notice Bronya and her friends in the corner of the kitchen
chatting away. He glanced over briefly and caught Bronya in the middle of that
stare again. He turned away shaking his head, he had decided he was going to
leave. He went round the house trying to find his friends but couldn’t anywhere,
so he presumed they had gone out for a fag. Picking up a few more beers in the
kitchen for the walk home, Ryan noticed Bronya again staring at him, biting her
lip something he had also noticed her do before. He decided to just ignore it
and headed for the door and the walk home.
It was a rather pleasant night, relatively warm so Ryan could walk just in his
polo clutching his jacket by his side. He had finished the beers he had taken,
and now was just listening to the night. It was silent. Silent darkness. He had
decided to take the shorter route through the park, against his mum’s wishes who
insisted never to go through there alone. Nothing ever happened there but it was
just an unwritten rule which Ryan was breaking tonight, the alcohol in his
system giving him the courage to do so. His phone buzzed in his pocket, breaking
the dead of night. He flipped up his phone and was greeted with a message from
Hannah. She had arrived at the party. His heart sank slightly as he knew he was
missing a great opportunity. He started to contemplate heading back, was it
worth it? Did he really have a chance of getting with her? It was then that he
heard footsteps. He looked up. He couldn’t see anyone but could now he the
distinct sound of a single pair heels clicking against the pathway. After a few
minutes a girl emerged from around the corner of the pathway, Ryan could make
her out instantly, the unmistakeable figure of Bronya. As she moved into the
light of a street lamp it only confirmed his assumption. Her blonde hair was
down, slightly wavey, flowing down past her neckline, ending just at her
breasts, which were pushed up and emphasized by the tight grey t-shirt she was
wearing. Her legs when encased in tight leather leggings ending before the black
high heels she wore giving her an extra few inches of height.
She continued towards him walking as sexily as she could, until she came to a
yard away from him and stopped.
“Hello there Ryan.” She said she seductively, batting her eyelashes. Ryan wasn’t
going to fall for this.
“Hi Bronya”, he murmured back.
She looked him up and down, taking him in biting her lip at the same time, it
was evident she had something on her mind.
The light from a street lamp was now fully on her, the leather of her
leggings shining brilliantly. Ryan had never really noticed her appearance
before, but noted now that the tight leather leggings really emphasized her
toned, athletic legs.
“Where you heading then Ryan?”, she said, emphasizing my name.
“Well home, but I’m gonna head back to the party again, so see ya”, he replied
hastily, and quickly turned away in the direction of the party.
Ryan half turned round, again catching the light shining of her leggings, she
had moved closer towards him now.
“What?”, Ryan said in disgust.
“Just wondering if you could lend me some money for a taxi home?”, she asked
“As if you need money”, he said dismissively and once again turned for the
direction of the party. Suddenly it all happened. As he turned he felt her hand
grab his arm and with surprising strength she spun him round, and before he knew
he was facing her, her foot came crashing into his balls. The pain was
instantaneous. Ryan doubled over clutching his crotch, groaning in pain. Bronya
smiled sadistically allowing a quiet laugh to creep past her shiny lips. She
sauntered round her victim, she knew this was over, there was no way he could
escape, she had got her prey, now she was just going to play with it. She him
upright again by his hair, looked at him wickedly biting her lip once more, and
sent a leather clad knee crashing into his balls again. She let him drop to the
floor, screaming in pain. It was making her wet. She loved nothing more than
dominating and torturing guys. Ryan was rolling on the floor in agony, moans
breaking the silence of the night.
She used her foot to roll Ryan onto his back and stepped over him, her sexy
legs either side of his body. Ryan looked up through his smarting eyes, and saw
the evil smile Bronya was making at him. He couldn’t believe what was happening
or why, all he cared about though was the throbbing pain in his balls that this
girl had caused him and seemed to get so much pleasure out of doing so too. Ryan
knew she Bronya was evil and wicked but never really in the physical way that
she was now.
Bronya bent down and pulled Ryan’s body up, between her thighs, so that his
diaphragm was between them and squeezed them together, holding Ryan between her
legs her hands clutching at his shirt. Ryan struggled, trying to fight her away,
but unbelievably to Ryan she was too strong for him. She held him there between
her legs staring mercilessly at him, once again biting her lip.
“Let go of me you bitch!” Ryan shouted, struggling, trying to pry himself free.
Bronya laughed wickedly.
“Make me”, she sneered, and with that she started to squeeze her legs together,
crushing Ryan’s rib cage.
The effect was immediate. The air was forced out of Ryan’s lungs and he was
now gasping for air. He groped at her legs, feeling the toned muscle underneath
the leather. His hands flailed pathetically feeling the soft smooth leather that
contained her muscular legs. He tried to force his hand between her thighs and
his body but her legs were so strong there was no hope. He was no screaming for
air as he felt his ribs begin to bend as she increased she pressure, and her
crotch got wetter and wetter, each moan and scream of pain, moistening the
leather underwear she was wearing. He felt the life draining from him as she
crushed him sadistically between her thighs.
“Argghhhhh Bronyyya, please”, he managed to force out, but he knew it was in
vain. She was so dominant and so strong there was no hope for him. Her leather
bound legs were destroying him, any minute now he thought his ribs would snap
but hoped he would faint from the pain and lack of oxygen before that happened.
She increased she pressure again, Ryan screamed even louder, now feeling the
muscle of her legs right against his ribs.
“Bronya please, stop!”
“Shhhhh, there is no point in screaming, no one will save you”, she said as she
put a soft hand against his mouth. She shifted her legs slightly releasing the
pressure allowing her to roll up his shirt to his chest, and then reapplied her
legs against his bare skin. Ryan could now feel the smooth leather of her
leggings against his skin, rubbing against his ribcage, and the muscle’s it
contained. She squeezed her legs together once more, he tried to fight it but
knew resistance was useless. He could see the enjoyment she was getting out of
this, smiling sadistically as she crushed his body.
Bronya looked at her victim, completely defenceless. Her pussy was so wet,
and she was so turned on by the screams of pain that she was causing this man.
Now to finish him off she thought. She shifted her legs a bit further up Ryan’s
ribcage, giving him a little breathing space.
“Time to say goodnight”, she purred, and leaned down and kissed him and then
squeezed her legs together harder than before, making Ryan scream even louder,
her legs showing no mercy as she crushed the life out of him. There was a snap
and louder scream as a rib cracked, Bronya was now moaning with pleasure, her
underwear soaking. Ryan had gone delirious from the pain and lack of oxygen, he
knew he was about to faint, but could still feel the leather rubbing against his
body. Bronya knew she was doing permanent damage to this guy, her legs torturing
his body, but she didn’t care, she was out of control, her sodden pussy and love
for torturing guys making her lose any sense of conscience.
She was so lost in her own pleasure that she didn’t even notice Ryan
fainting. It was only after a few minutes that she realised there was no longer
any screaming. She looked down at his lifeless body held up between her legs.
She released them and let his body drop to floor. He remained still. Bronya
sighed. Her pleasure had got the better of her again, as she had gone too far,
it was never quite as fun when the victim fainted, she loved to see them squirm
and hear them scream. She reached into her handbag and took out a taser, and
bent down putting it against Ryan’s crotch and fired it.
Ryan jolted awake, his head spinning, rib cage hurting and now his balls and
dick in agony. Bronya was smiling wickedly down at him.
“Hello there”, she snarled.
“What the...?”, Ryan was still dazed and hurting, it took him a few seconds to
get his bearings and figure out where he was and what had happened. It then
dawned on him, and Bronya saw his face change from confusion to horror.
“You bitch”, he shouted, and raised a hand taking a swipe in her direction,
but Bronya caught it and in one swift strong movement, rolled him over onto his
back bending his arm behind him. Ryan was too weak to resist the strong
movement, and felt his other arm being taken behind him as well. Bronya now sat
on his back, on her knees, legs either side of his body pinning him down. His
t-shirt was still pulled up, so he her tight leather bound ass rest on the small
of his back. She brought his hands together, and reached into her handbag again
with one hand. Ryan couldn’t see what was going on, he could only feel her other
hand still holding his two arms together, and unable to move them. He then felt
a thick soft leather loop being passed over each hand and onto his wrists.
Bronya had placed her favourite restrainers on him, she then pulled another bit
of leather attached to both cuffs, pulling his hands together tightly. Ryan
realised he had been tied up. He could feel the leather bonds rubbing tightly on
each wrist as he tried to struggle out of them. Bronya admired her work. She had
had the bonds specially made, two soft leather wrist cuffs, attached together
and tightened by a belt like mechanism.
“What the hell Bronya?? Let me go!” Ryan shouted again, still on his front
trying to work his hands free.
“There is no point in struggling, you won’t break the leather”, she smirked.
“Now shhhh”, she taunted, and pulled his head back taking out a leather gag and
fitting around his head and mouth with expert ease. She then rolled him back
over onto his back and stood up watching her victim squirm, muffled noises
coming from behind the gag. The whole process had made her dripping wet, and got
her pussy very excited. She took a long leather glove out of her bag, and put
into onto her left hand, the luxurious leather shining in the moonlight. Ryan
looked on, watching this bitch put the glove on all the time she was smiling
sadistically down at him.
With the gloved hand she then reached inside her leather leggings and started
fingering herself, slipping a leather-covered finger right into her soaked
pussy. Ryan stood and watched as she fingered herself, hearing her moans ring in
his ears. After a few minutes she withdrew the now wet leather glove and took a
small bottle out of her bag and sprayed a small amount of liquid onto the glove.
She then lowered herself back onto his chest, Ryan feeling the leather leggings
against his bruised skin once more. She moved her hand towards his face, letting
him have a close up look at her gloved hand. He could see the cum glistening on
the two fingers of the glove that she had fingered herself with.
“This will knock you out”, Bronya announced, pointing where she had sprayed
the liquid on the glove, “not that I couldn’t do it myself however, and the cum,
well that’s just for my pleasure and for humiliating you”, and with that she
placed the leather gloved hand onto his mouth and nose. Ryan instantly smelled
her juices, the stench filling his nostrils and feeling the cum and leather on
his nose. He tired to hold his breath, but could only do so for seconds before
being forced to take a deep breath of cum, leather and chloroform. His vision
faded, the world turning black, the last thing he saw and heard, was Bronya
sadistic smile and evil laugh.
To Be Continued....
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