Getting revenge on my Bully

I take revenge on my Bully by raping his girlfriend

"You're such a wimp, Dave," sneered the captain of the football team, his beefy hand shoving me into my locker. The cold metal sent a shiver down my spine. "Always hiding in here like a scared little rat." The door slammed shut. I heard through the door his best friend Dean, equally burly and equally smug, whispering, "You're missing the big game this weekend, huh?"

"Yeah," the captain grunted, Through the gaps made by the grill in the door I saw his eyes darting around the hallway, searching for anyone who might overhear. "Olivia's making me go camping.Olivia was his girlfriend. “Can you believe it? On Superbowl weekend?"

"Tough break, man," said Dean, a smirk playing on his lips. "But hey, maybe I can keep your spot warm for you. You know, making her think you're right there by her side while you catch the game."

They both chuckled, and Dave said, as long as you don't try to have sex with her. Not that she'll let you, girl is saving herself for marriage. Olivia, a gymnast with a body that could make any guy's head spin, was blind as a bat without her special eye salve. She had to apply it every night to treat some rare condition, leaving her temporarily sightless. The friend's offer was a clear offer of deception.

I listened through the locker's slits as they continued their conversation, plotting in my mind. This was my chance to get even. I'd been collecting their empty bear cans at parties, and now it was time to use them. I'd follow them on their little camping trip and make sure the night went down in a way they never expected.

The day of the trip arrived, and I waited patiently as they set up camp. She was a vision in her tight yoga pants, her ass flexing with every move. Damn those hips were made to bear children I thought. I watched from the shadows as the Dave snuck off to with the excuse that he needed to relieve himself, leaving his friend open to go lay with her. That's when I pounced, grabbing Dean from behind and jabbing a small needle into his neck. The drug would make him sleep and forget everything that happened five minutes before.

I slipped into the tent, With trembling hands, I unzipped the tent flap. The sound seemed amplified in the stillness, but she remained oblivious to the intrusion. Olivia's brown hair was a halo around her face, the gentle glow of the moon illuminating the soft curves of her body. She was lost in a world of dreams, unaware of the shadow that now loomed over her.

My heart thundered in my chest as I slipped inside, the scent of her perfume mingling with the earthy aroma of the forest floor. The warmth of her body was like a beacon, drawing me closer. Carefully, so as not to wake her, I slid into the sleeping bag beside her, my skin brushing against the soft fabric of her clothes. Her body tensed at the sudden touch, but I began to kiss her neck, my breath hot against her skin.

"Mm," she murmured, rolling onto her back. "Dave," she sighed, mistaking me for her boyfriend. Encouraged by her response, I kissed her more deeply, my hand sliding over her stomach and up to cup one of her breasts. She gasped, but her body arched into mine, inviting the touch. Her shirt was damp with the anticipation of the moment, and I eagerly tugged it up and over her head, revealing the perfect handfuls of her bare chest. Her nipples were erect, begging for my mouth.

"No," she whispered when I reached for her panties, pushing my hand away. "We said we'd wait."

Ignoring her protest, I continued to kiss and nibble at her neck, my other hand gliding up her thigh. She was wet, her desire betraying her words. I slid her panties aside, feeling the silky heat of her sex. Her protests grew louder, but I was beyond caring. With a single, brutal thrust, I claimed her innocence, her scream piercing the serenity of the night.

Her body writhed beneath me as she struggled to process the pain of my invasion that flooded her senses. Her hands clawed at the fabric of the sleeping bag, her eyes wide with shock and fear. "Please," she begged, her voice a broken whisper. "Please, don't..."

But I was lost in the moment, my own desires overwhelming any semblance of restraint. Using the power of the situation, I held her wrists above her head with one hand, keeping her pinned as I kissed her again, muffling her cries. My other hand trailed down her side, coming to rest on her hip, guiding her movements to match my own. The sound squelching uncomfortably load as My dick slammed against her cervix.

Her pussy was tight, gripping me like a vise, and I could feel her body start to respond despite herself. She whimpered, her hips rising to meet mine as I thrust into her, each movement sending waves of pleasure and pain through her.

"You're so perfect," I murmured, mimicking Dean's gruff tone. "So perfect for what I need."

Her eyes shot open in the darkness, confusion and horror dawning as she realized it wasn't Dave above her. It was Dean or so she thought. Someone who had taken what she had so fiercely guarded. "No," she sobbed. "Please, don't..."

But it was too late. My orgasm was upon me, and with one final, violent push, I filled her with my seed. She tensed, her body seizing up as she understood what had been done to her. The realization was a punch to the gut, leaving her gasping and trembling beneath me.

"You're perfect for breeding," I whispered, my voice low and predatory. "And now, you're mine."
I meant it in my own capacity even if she understood it as Dean saying it. I pulled out and slipped away, leaving her in the darkness. My plan was working to perfection.

Dean was snoring loudly when I got back to him. I knew he wouldn't remember a thing. I scattered the empty bear cans around him and left.

Days turned into weeks, and the whispers grew louder. Olivia, the gymnast goddess, started to show a small bulge in her midsection. The rumor mill churned faster than ever, and everyone knew she was pregnant.
One day, in the hallway, she passed me her hand rested on her growing belly, I felt a strange mix of emotions. I wondered if I could do the same to another girl. I looked around to see what my options were. The tension between Dave and his Dean grew palpable. Arguments turned into fistfights, and the friendship crumbled before everyone's eyes. The Dave's focus shifted from the baby to the betrayal, and their feud became the talk of the school. I watched from a safe distance, the chaos a delicious dessert after years of torment.

The moment of truth came when she could no longer hide her secret. She stood up in the middle of class, her voice shaking, and announced that she was pregnant. The room went silent, all eyes on her. Then, she pointed at Dean "You," she spat. "You did this to me."

The Dave's rage was a force to be reckoned with. He lunged at his friend, and the fight was on. Teachers pulled them apart, but the damage was done. The friendship was over, and Olivia was left to deal with the consequences.

In the end, she had the baby—a beautiful baby girl with the same fiery spirit she had. And as she looked into her daughter's eyes, I saw something else—resilience. A spark that told me she'd be okay. And for the first time in a long time, the hallways were free of Dave's tyranny. The balance of power had shifted, and the bully had met his match. The taste of sweet revenge lingered, but it was bittersweet knowing the price she had paid for my victory. And it turned me on to no end...