Page 30 of De Vil

Keeping calm, I let him move us until I'm on the wall. I reach into my back pocket and turn the cameras back on.

"Don't hurt me." I keep my voice even and he looks at me.

"You stupid whore. You fucking broke my arm."

"Only because you were trying to hurt me." He's so confused by my demeanor change that I almost lose my composure. This is all an act to get him expelled.

"Campus police, open up."

"Fuck you, how did..."

"You have until the count of three to open this door."

"Help me!" I scream and the door bursts open.

"Get your hands up." The campus police have their guns drawn, and they look like they are about to shoot him. I couldn't have planned this any better.

"This bitch..."

"Hands up, now!" the lead police officer yells, and the dumb nut doesn't move. He seriously believes everyone will bow to him because he comes from money.

He finally releases my neck and I gasp, putting my hands up and trying to act like I'm scared. It's quite hard to be honest.

"Coach Landrey, are you alright?" The only female officer on the campus comes over to me as the two others put the guy in handcuffs.

"Yes, I'm alright." She looks at me and frowns.

"Let's get you to the hospital."

"No, I need to get home. I will come down to the campus station later to give my full statement."

"Here, take my card and let me know when you want to meet. He didn't..."

I cut her off. “Not at all. He grabbed my neck and caused me to panic."

"Fair enough. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call."

"Thank you"—I take a look at the card—"Officer Vancelli."

"You're lucky." That's all she says as she heads out. I'm lucky I know how to act like a damn victim. It's sad really.

Walking out to my truck, I watch as they place the boy in the back of the squad car. If anyone else had been home, I'd not been able to get the cheap shot of breaking his arm. Thank God for small miracles.

Driving home, I think about my sweet princess. She's going to be a raging brat by the time I get back. Not that I care about that. I like when she's feisty. It means I get to make her beg for me.

Irritation, or maybe fear, has me wiggling. The pull on my nipples and clit is becoming unbearable It's painful and I try to not think about anything but staying still. It doesn't work well, considering I'm being fucked by the machine.

I lose consciousness for a bit as the sixth orgasm runs through me. I didn't know you could be so tired from orgasm after orgasm but it’s clear now. Time is irrelevant as the machine fucks me so hard, the headboard bangs against the wall, and my breasts are bouncing rigorously and forth. I cry out for it to stop but it doesn't.

It does however slowly lose its thrusting speed. It's at the opening of my pussy when I wake back up. My arms are numb and my back is spasming. I feel my legs shaking, and my pussy throbs. The machine enters me again, and I scream. I'm overly sensitive. I can't take much more. I know I can't. It pushes all the way in and then pulls away.

Oh God, I hope it's done. I hope that the cycle of going fast then slowing down then fast again is all over. As my body relaxes, the machine forces its way back in. It's not a gentle stroke of the dildo. No, it's a full-fledged, balls-deep thrust. It relentless as it makes circular motions in my body. I tremble with each movement, unable to control anything.

Tears, snot, slobber, and cum are leaking from me. The bedding is wet from my sweat, and it should mortify me to be in this situation. Instead, I'm floatingin the clouds, looking down at myself in my blissful state.

By the time the door to my room opens, I don't even move. I have let the machine take over, and as the orgasms build I let them explode in my body. I'm oblivious to anything and everything.

"Ah, my little princess has had enough, huh?"

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