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Brielle smiled as she looked at me from the stairs above. "Losers need to be shown their place on the food chain," her trusty lieutenant, Jessica Peters, added as she smiled innocently at me. "They can't and will not be friends with a cheerleader. If you want to be one of us," she paused as she pointed at all of them, "you can't hang out with 'him'," she added, spitting out the word 'him' like it was sour in her mouth. They were talking about Richmond .. "For my initiation," I said, finally finding my voice. "You want me to stop hanging out with Richmond ?" I asked.

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She scrambled back up, refusing to give up, and started desperately reaching into their pockets to try to grab their money. The bank instantly descended into chaos. Not wanting to stay there any longer, I turned and walked out. … A few days later, the bank sent me a formal apology and a statement. It stated that according to their investigation, they had found serious issues with Judith's work procedures and conduct, and thus she had been terminated. Also fired alongside her was Brandon, the manager who had covered for her. Judith's live stream that day had caused a massive uproar online. And because of that, my name was finally cleared, and I was able to return to work.

Then, I stopped. The profile had no face picture. The main picture was a dark, shadowy photo of a broad shoulder, a dark collar, and large hands resting on a wooden table. There was no friendly biography or list of hobbies. There was only one cold line of text: “I do not negotiate with desperation. I take total possession. I demand absolute surrender, total exposure, and obedience.” My breath caught in my throat. My thumb stayed frozen over the glass screen. A sharp feeling hit my stomach, followed by a sudden rush of heat that made my thighs press together.

A shiver runs through me – half fear, half excitement. He doesn’t waste time with long conversations. He leads me straight to the center of the room where a large wooden Saint Andrew’s cross stands waiting. Before securing me, he picks up a sleek black leather collar from the table, the word “Mine” engraved on a small silver plate. My breath catches as he buckles it snugly around my throat. “This stays on tonight,” he growls, hooking a finger under the collar and tugging me closer. “So you never forget who you belong to while you’re here.”

Anderson quickly walked back to fix the rag, and that was when his eyes landed on a small protrusion on the floor. Anderson’s heart started to beat fast as he slowly bent down. With a slight tug, a small square space opened up, and there it lay, tucked away in a hurry. Anderson lifted it to reveal a long white coat. Anderson looked at the white coat with an angry expression. He wanted to rip it tear it with his own hands but refrained from doing so. Carson, Kira and Anderson had all chipped in to buy the over six feet long white coat for Miss. Agnes. For a woman who was barely over five feet, the coat was obviously too big for her, but the smile on her face that day spoke of how much she lov

"As this brute just said, my name is Scarlet Relezea. I'm a second year from the fashion department." "Ah, I'm Black Vera." I replied. "I'm a second year from the arts department." "You're new here, aren't you?" "Yes." "I knew it. No old student would ever even think about being friends with this wild monkey. I feel so sorry for you, you poor soul." "If I'm a monkey, then you're a gorilla." Crimson passively commented. "Ignoring this useless brute, can you tell me why you need clothes?" "Ah, we're performing at the club recruitment, but I didn't know we had to bring an extra pair of clothes." I replied.

By then, she was in her panties and bra alone and he soon told her to discard of them. “Oh, God,” she slipped out, shivering. Caleb ignored her plea and watched as she took off the last of her clothing items and held on to them tight. “Good,” he said, satisfied. “Stand straight, Ireti, please. I want to see all of you.” She did as instructed and try not to cry or suck in her bulging stomach. “Touch yourself,” came the next order. This time, her voice came out teary and pleading. This was humiliation. “Caleb, please,”

Stepping to Bianca and taking her arm, twisting it lightly behind her back, the Irishman grunted hoarsely, “Ah Pet…” Her pupils dilated, and she looked up at him. St Just stepped forward and pressed his erection into her soft belly as he growled, “Who are we, Pet?” She liked her lisp nervously, but in truth, she could feel the adrenaline, the excitement soar. It had been a few weeks since they had made clove. Either she had been too tired, or the Masters had other things to deal with. Now she licked her lips and said, her spine tingling in anticipation, “Masters…”

He stared at me like he wanted to devour me whole. “Would you look at this,” he groaned, biting his lip. “You wore this underneath those clothes all day?” His hands tugged my shorts down until I was left in nothing but matching lacy panties. “Fuck… if I’d known this was waiting for me, I would’ve bent you over my desk and taken you right there.”