Bully Cuck Novels & Stories

“Stupid old woman. They don’t look where they are going” Emelda kept her cool for some time until she couldn’t endure it. Why would he call her a stupid woman? She knew she was old enough to be his grandmother. What if she had looked but didn’t see them coming, or had an eye problem and couldn’t have seen anything from afar? What if? She asked him. “I am sorry. I agree with you,” Donald said. Emelda had been learning his temperament but it seemed the more she learned the cloudier it got. He could be apologetic sometimes, she agreed, but it didn’t make him less of a bully; and it never meant he wouldn’t repeat it next time.

His long dreads bounced in his ponytail. “Welcome back, Max.” I greeted him with a fist bump when he reached me. “Ready for senior year? How many notches will you get on your bedpost this year?” Max chuckled as he glanced at some rugger bunnies. Rugger Bunnies are the girls that hang around the rugby team. They aren’t fans. That would require knowing anything about the sport. No, a rugger bunny is a woman who’s down to fuck anyone on the rugby team.

Blood dripped from his muzzle. "Now, just in case you forgot what I said the other night, let me repeat it. I'm staying," Adira said, her eyes narrow slits, as she glared at the bully. "As are the humans who live here. As are any others who wish to remain in Bull Creek. And there isn't a damn thing you or anyone else can do about it. If you can't handle our kind being here, then I suggest you pack your shit and get out yourselves. You're the ones not wanted here. I don't care for bullies. Come at me, or anyone else here, again, and I'll shoot a blue spark right up your ass."

A part of me still doesn't believe what just happened I just sucked the cock of another man. * *

It got to a point that even the mention of his name could make me pee my pants, I had to obey him or face the consequences. It had been limited to shoving , pushes , sometimes beatings if I disobeyed but then it changed I was initially a late bloomer and at fifteen my chest were still almost flat,but during the summer break that had changed, my breast started growing bigger and bigger along with my butt and hips and Hayden had noticed... Then the real bullying began, he made sure to call me mean names like slut, whore...bitch and the rest of them...

I heard Kate ask before hugging me. "I'm fine! I'm just tired of him bullying me." I said. "I can't believe Mrs. Grammer acted like he didn't say anything to you. She should have kicked him out." Kayla said "Yeah, but you know she is from his pack. She would never go against him for me. No one would; I am poor and a nobody. He is a soon-to-be Alpha of his pack." "You aren't a nobody, and it's not right how he treats you and gets away with it. Don't sell yourself short," Kate said.

“It’s not my fault that you can’t satisfy your boyfriend. He even had to find another girl to do it.” As soon as I made that statement, my head whipped to the side, and I tasted blood. This time it wasn’t a slap, but it was a full blow. “Guys, come in.” Kenna called, her eyes sparkled with a dark glint. Before I knew what was happening, more ladies stepped into the room, and I was cornered. “Kenna, you are going to regret this.” I spat out the blood from my mouth. “The only thing I’d regret is not putting you in your place from the beginning.” She said, and gave a signal to the girls around.

Bully raised his hands in surrender and poured himself a shot of wine and gulped down. They played a few more times with Bully taking the lead and they entered the quarters game. By the middle of the game, Cassandra was dead drunk but kept saying she wasn't. She felt like easing herself, stood from the table abruptly, and staggered over to where she thought was the bathroom door. Then she kicked something and fell forward. Someone grabbed her. She was certain it wasn't Bully because the scent of the person was different.

Cum was pumped into my womb, deep into my bowels, and forced down my throat until I was coughing and drooling it everywhere. At one point they lowered me slightly, bent me forward, and made me look directly at Brutus. while two men double-stuffed my pussy from behind and another took my ass. The wet, filthy sounds of my ruined holes were unmistakable. And unbareble. In front of him. “You see this, cuck?” one of them taunted Brutus. “This is how a real team satisfies a woman. Not your weak little pumps.” The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my choking gurgles, their grunts, my screams.

The bully actually backed up, incredulous that an invertebrate like Jon would dare step up to him. His buddies mockingly chanted “Ooh.” Gabbaducci glanced at them. All of Gabbaducci’s bully instincts tingled. Jon was an unknown quantity. He hadn’t been labeled an easy mark, so the bully was unsure of his success and might be beaten up, but if he backed down, his buddies would spread the word that Gabbaducci had pussied out. His tough guy image would forever be tarnished. Then no respectable Italian girl would fuck him. He had to act but decided on a tactic of ridicule.