mary "futa bully"

Mary, with her short yellow hair a stark contrast against the dimly lit room, lay bound and exposed on the bed. The sound of a creaking door echoed through the hallway, but she remained eerily still, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. Her breaths grew shallow as the shadowy figure of a young person approached, the light from the hallway framing them like a silent sentinel.

"What the fuck?" the young person muttered, their voice laced with shock and a hint of anger as they took in the scene. They stepped closer to the bed, their eyes widening at the sight of their father's note laid out nonchalantly beside the condoms. "Enjoy"? What kind of twisted shit was this? But there was something about the situation that stirred within them, something dark and primal that whispered sweet nothings into their ear, urging them to claim their power over the bully that had made their life a living hell.

Mary's heart raced as she felt the heat of the young futa's gaze upon her. Her chest heaved with each shallow breath, her bound body on full display. She tried to protest, to plead for mercy, but the gag in her mouth reduced her to muffled whimpers and desperate eye movements. The futa leaned closer, their horse-sized cocks swaying slightly with the movement, the black heads pulsing with excitement. They were monstrous, the very essence of dominance and power, and Mary couldn't help but feel a strange mix of terror and fascination.

The young futa took a deep breath, their thoughts racing as they considered their options. They had been given a golden opportunity to take revenge, and the allure of it was undeniable. With trembling hands, they reached out and touched one of Mary's bound wrists, feeling the cool metal of the handcuffs against their skin. A soft moan escaped her lips, and the futa felt a sudden thrill surge through them. They grabbed one of the condoms and rolled it over their massive white length, the latex stretching to accommodate the sheer size.

Mary's eyes grew even wider as she watched the futa's actions, realizing the inevitable. She tried to struggle, but the ropes held her firmly in place, leaving her at the mercy of the one she had tormented for so long. The futa straddled her, the weight of their body pressing her into the mattress, and aligned their cock with her wet entrance. The anticipation was palpable, the room thick with the scent of sex and fear.