I am the true Bully 2

This is the follow up story some of you have been asking for. I did not include everything asked for as not to reach 10000 characters. I know I don't read that

The rain had turned to a cold drizzle when Amber cornered me again, her eyes darting around the empty school parking lot. She shoved a crumpled piece of paper into my hand, her fingers trembling. "Take it," she whispered, voice raw. "Just... make it stop." Before I could respond, she vanished into the fog, swallowed by the grey morning.

I unfolded the paper. It was a torn page from a diary, the edges frayed. At the bottom, a printed calendar for the month. Five dates were circled in shaky red ink, each marked with a single word: *OVULATION*. Amber’s frantic handwriting scrawled across the top: *Rose’s cycle. She tracks it. These are the days she’s fertile.*

My knuckles whitened around the paper. Amber wasn’t just asking for violence. She was demanding a legacy. A permanent scar. I tucked the page into my pocket, the dates burning in my mind.

The cafeteria hummed with the usual lunchtime chaos the next day. Plastic trays scraped, voices overlapped, the smell of overcooked pizza hung thick. Across the room, Rose sat alone, picking at a salad. Her dark hair was pulled back tight, highlighting sharp cheekbones and the stubborn set of her jaw. She wore a purple hoodie, sleeves pushed up, revealing lean forearms. My friend, Carter, nudged me hard with his elbow, his gaze fixed on her. "God, look at that ass," he breathed, leaning in. "Tight little package. I’d kill to get my dick in there. Seriously. Kill for it."

I followed his stare. Rose stood to dump her tray. The movement stretched her jeans taut across her hips, the curve undeniable. She did look like Violet Parr from the Incredibles – that same sharp intelligence, the guarded posture. Only Violet never had an ass like that. Carter’s eyes were hungry, tracking her every step back to her seat. "Kill, huh?" I murmured, keeping my voice low, casual. I leaned closer to him, the noise of the cafeteria swallowing my words. "What if you didn’t have to go that far? What if you just didn’t mind… taking it?" Carter’s head snapped towards me, his smirk fading into something sharper, more intense. "Taking it?" he echoed, a flicker of understanding in his eyes. "From Rose?"

I nodded slowly, watching Rose push her salad away, oblivious. "Yeah. Her pussy’s mine. I need it." I met Carter’s stare, unblinking. "But you can have that ass you’re drooling over. If you’re into that." A slow, predatory grin spread across Carter’s face. It wasn’t amusement; it was anticipation. He leaned back, folding his arms, his gaze drifting back to Rose’s retreating figure. "Ass man through and through, Miller," he said, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. "Deal. When?"

"Friday night," I said. "She’s babysitting the Green's kid. House is empty." Carter’s grin widened, teeth flashing. "Perfect." He didn’t ask how I knew. He didn’t need to. The plan was set. The target chosen. Amber’s desperation had just handed us the key. Rose’s fertile days started Friday. Carter cracked his knuckles, the sound loud in the sudden quiet between us. "Can’t wait to break her in."

Friday night was cold and clear. The Green’s sprawling suburban house sat dark except for a single upstairs window – the kid’s room. Carter and I moved like shadows across the manicured lawn, avoiding the motion-sensor lights. The back door lock yielded to my picks with a soft click. Inside, the house smelled of lemon cleaner and silence. We found the stairs, carpet muffling our steps. Carter’s breathing was heavy, excited, beside me. At the top, a sliver of light spilled from under a door down the hall. The kid’s room. We eased it open.

Rose sat in a rocking chair beside the bed, reading a picture book aloud in a soft, rhythmic voice. The kid, a boy of about five, was already asleep. She looked up, startled, the book slipping from her hands as she saw us framed in the doorway. "Miller?" Her voice trembled. "What are you—" Carter was already moving. He lunged past me, his revolver glinting dully in the nightlight’s glow as he pressed the cold barrel against the sleeping boy’s temple. The kid stirred but didn’t wake. Rose froze, her eyes wide with terror. "Don’t scream," Carter hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "Scream, and I paint the wall with his brains. Understand?" She nodded frantically, a choked sob escaping her lips.

I stepped forward, grabbing Rose’s arm. "Living room. Now." My voice was ice. She stumbled as I pulled her, her gaze locked on Carter and the gun pressed to the child’s head. "Do exactly what we say," I whispered, my lips brushing her ear as I dragged her downstairs, "and he lives. Hesitate…" I let the threat hang. Carter gave me a sharp nod, his eyes never leaving the kid. He’d wait five minutes. Long enough to ensure her cooperation. Long enough for the fear to set deep.

In the living room, I shoved Rose onto the plush cream sofa. "Strip. Everything." Her hands shook violently as she fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. Tears streamed down her face, but she made no sound. The threat hung heavy. She peeled off her clothes, revealing smooth skin, full breasts, the dark triangle between her thighs. "Hands behind your back," I ordered. She obeyed, trembling. I used the zip ties I’d brought, cinching her wrists tight. She was naked now, exposed, utterly vulnerable. Carter’s heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs. He entered, holstering his gun, his eyes raking over Rose’s bound body. "Good girl," he grunted. "Now stay quiet. Kid wakes up? Everybody dies." He moved behind the sofa, gripping her hips, pinning her down. I positioned myself between her spread legs, my cock hard and ready. Her pussy glistened, slick with fear. I thrust inside her, deep and brutal. She gasped, biting her lip bloody to stifle the scream. Carter leaned over her shoulder, his breath hot. "Ass is mine next, sweetheart. Better get used to it."

After a few savage thrusts, each drawing a muffled cry, I rolled us both. Rose landed on top of me, my cock still buried deep inside her. Her bound hands pressed awkwardly against my chest. She gasped, her eyes wide with shock at the sudden shift. "Hold her steady," I growled at Carter. He moved fast, grabbing her hips, forcing her upright. She straddled me, impaled, her back arched. Carter spat onto his fingers, then pressed them roughly against her tight, untouched asshole. Rose whimpered, her body rigid. "No, please—" Carter silenced her with a brutal thrust of his cock into her ass. She convulsed, a choked, guttural scream tearing from her throat as her head snapped back. Her teeth clenched so hard I heard them grind. Only a strangled, high-pitched whine escaped. Her body trembled violently, caught between us, stretched impossibly wide. Carter groaned, gripping her hips tighter, starting a slow, relentless rhythm. "Fuck, that’s tight," he hissed, driving deeper.

Rose’s body was a taut bowstring, vibrating with agony and terror. Sweat slicked her skin. Her eyes rolled back, tears streaming freely as Carter fucked her ass with deep, measured strokes. Every thrust pushed her down onto my cock, burying me deeper into her pussy. She clenched around me, spasming involuntarily, her inner walls fluttering. I gripped her hips, helping Carter drive her down harder. "Take it," I snarled up at her. "Take it all." Her mouth hung open in a silent scream, her breath coming in ragged, whistling gasps. Carter’s pace quickened, his hips slapping against her ass. The obscene sounds filled the room – wet flesh, strained breathing, the creak of the sofa. Her fertile window was wide open. I felt the pressure building, the inevitable surge. "Gonna fill you up, Rose," I breathed, my fingers digging into her flesh. "Gonna plant it deep."

Her head snapped down, eyes wide and desperate. "No!" she choked out, the word raw and broken. "Please... not inside. Not tonight." She shuddered, her voice dropping to a frantic whisper. "I can’t... I can’t have a baby. Not like this." Her plea hung in the air, thick with fear. Carter laughed, a low, cruel sound as he pistoned into her harder. "Too late to beg, sweetheart." He leaned over her shoulder, his breath hot on her neck. "You think he cares? Look at you. You’re just a hole. A fucking incubator." Rose whimpered, her body trembling violently. "Miller, *please*," she gasped, her eyes locking onto mine, pleading. "Pull out. I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Just... don’t put a baby in me." Her voice cracked. "I’m not ready. *Please*."

I held her gaze, my thrusts unrelenting. Her pussy was slick, hot, gripping me like a vise. The terror in her eyes only fueled me. "Should’ve thought of that before you pissed off Amber," I hissed. Her betrayal was written in every frantic twitch of her body. "Now you get what you deserve."

My hands moved to her breasts, rough and demanding. I twisted her nipples hard between my fingers, pinching until she cried out, a sharp, ragged sound she instantly choked back, remembering the sleeping child upstairs. Her body arched, trying to escape the pain, but Carter held her hips down, impaling her deeper on both our cocks. He reached around her trembling thigh, his thick fingers finding her swollen clit. He pinched it hard, rolling it cruelly. "Scream," he whispered against her ear. "I dare you."

The dual assault was too much. Her body locked, rigid. She clenched around us with shocking, brutal force – her ass squeezing Carter, her pussy clamping down on me like a vise. The sudden, intense pressure was almost painful, a desperate, involuntary spasm of pure agony and unwanted sensation. A choked, guttural sob tore from her throat, muffled against her own clenched teeth. Her head fell back, tendons straining in her neck.

The clenching triggered it. The unstoppable surge roared up from my balls. I slammed her down onto me one final time, grinding deep. "Take it!" I snarled. Hot pulses of cum erupted into her, flooding her fertile
core. Carter grunted, his rhythm stuttering, then he buried himself to the hilt in her ass, joining me as his own release pumped into her violated body.

Ironically, as my seed pulsed deep inside her womb and Carter’s filled her bowels, her body betrayed her completely. That brutal, involuntary clench became a shuddering wave. Her eyes flew wide, pure shock replacing the terror for a split second. A low, keening moan escaped her lips, completely beyond her control, as her hips jerked against us in helpless, convulsive spasms. Her pussy fluttered wildly around my softening cock, milking the last drops. She came. Hard. Her body wracked by an orgasm born of violation, pain, and the sheer, overwhelming overload of sensation. Tears streamed down her face, silent now, mixing with the sweat on her skin. She slumped forward, trembling violently, utterly broken by the betrayal of her own body.

Carter pulled out of her ass with a wet sound, leaving her gaping and leaking. I slid out of her pussy, my cum already trickling down her inner thigh. She collapsed onto the sofa, a limp, shivering heap, her bound hands still trapped behind her. Her breath hitched in ragged sobs she fought to silence. I pulled her upright, surprisingly gentle, and gathered her against my chest. Her skin was cold, clammy. She flinched at the contact but lacked the strength to pull away. Her eyes, swollen and vacant, stared past my shoulder.

I held her close, my voice dropping to a chilling whisper directly into her ear. "Now," I murmured, my hand smoothing her damp hair almost tenderly, "if you don’t get pregnant and have my child... your sister, Ashley, is it?" Rose stiffened against me, a choked gasp escaping her. She tried to pull back, her eyes finally focusing on mine, wide with fresh, unimaginable horror. "No!" she breathed, the word raw and desperate. "You can’t! She’s only ten!" Her voice cracked on the number.

I tightened my grip, keeping her pressed against me. My thumb brushed the tears from her cheek. "So," I said softly, my voice like ice wrapped in velvet, "we understand one another?" She stared at me, the terror in her eyes absolute. Her head gave a tiny, jerky nod. "And no telling on us," I continued, the threat hanging heavy in the silence. "Not a word. To anyone. Ever." Another tiny nod. Defeated. Utterly. The silence was complete now, broken only by her ragged breathing and the distant, soft chime of a clock upstairs. Carter watched, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. The roots of the secret dug deeper, wrapping around another innocent life. Ashley.

I untied her. The zip ties fell away, leaving angry red marks circling her wrists. She didn't move, just sat hunched on the sofa, naked and shivering, staring blankly at the floor where Carter’s cum dripped onto the cream carpet beside my own. Her body was a map of violation. We didn't speak. We just left, melting back into the cold night, leaving her alone with the silence and the sleeping child upstairs. The door clicked shut behind us.

Over the following months, I watched her belly grow. It started as a subtle tautness beneath her oversized sweaters, then became a firm, undeniable curve. She carried it high, pushing against the fabric of her school uniform blouses. She avoided my gaze completely now, walking with her head down, shoulders hunched forward as if trying to hide the evidence. But I saw it. I saw the way her hand sometimes rested protectively, unconsciously, on the swell before snatching it away, as if burned. I saw the exhaustion etched around her eyes, the pallor of her skin. The seed had taken root.

Surprisingly, Rose and Amber sat together again. In the cafeteria, heads bent close, whispering. Amber’s hand rested on Rose’s burgeoning stomach, a gesture that looked almost supportive. Rose leaned into Amber, their shoulders touching. It wasn’t the easy friendship of before; it was something darker, thicker. A shared burden, a mutual understanding forged in violation and silence. They were islands in the same poisoned sea, clinging together because no one else could possibly understand the depth of the horror. They didn't laugh. They rarely smiled. But they were together. Bound by the life growing inside them both. My life.

Women. Who can understand them? One minute they’re screaming, fighting, begging you to stop. The next, they’re nurturing the very thing you forced into them, bonding over it. All that drama, all that emotion… it boils down to biology in the end. A womb. An egg. A purpose. They cry about violation, about choice, about trauma. But look at them now. Sitting together. Amber, the one who demanded it, and Rose, the one who endured it. Both focused on the result. Their babies. Proof. They were designed for it. Built for it. All the noise, the resistance? Just static before the inevitable. Breeding. That’s their core function. That’s where they find their twisted peace. Watching them, a cold satisfaction settled in my chest. They were exactly where they belonged.

PS: BDSM would also be a relevant tag but I can only use 4