The offer

 CHAPTER FIVE 

ALEX DAVALO

Sandro and I had heard that Nadia was planning to leave college. We couldn't take it, especially Sandro, who had vowed to make sure he bullied her to his satisfaction. We wanted to teach her a lesson, one she would have a hard time forgetting. We waited until classes were over before making our move. We didn't see her from amongst those who exited the classroom.

"She couldn't have gone home," Sandro said, his eyes searching everywhere for her.

"Or maybe she didn't come to school today," I suggested, my eyes also scanning the place for any sign of her.

"There's only one way to find out," he said as he started moving.

"Where are we going?" I asked him as I followed.

"To the one person who must know where she is," he said, brushing aside the students who stood in his way.

"Jack?" I curiously asked.

"Find Jack, you'll find Nadia," he simply said.

He was right. Jack and Nadia were slowly becoming a pair, and we hated to even think of it. Sandro had wanted us to attack him, to teach him a lesson, but I had told him to give the young dude some time to realize that he had us to contend with, and then back off.

Unfortunately, we couldn't find Jack. But just then, I sighted Nadia from afar.

"Look!" I said to Sandro, quickly pointing towards her direction. Without hesitation, we ran towards her. She tried to hasten her movement the moment she saw us running towards her, but we were just too quick for her. We finally caught up with her and dragged her to a secluded area.

"Let me be, please," she pleaded, as she struggled to free herself from my grip.

"Did you really think you could run away from us?" I asked her, trying to keep my composure, even though Sandro had lost his. I tactfully had to stand between him and Nadia to prevent him from hitting her.

"I just want to go home," she said.

"Well, you would have to go through us," Sandro said as he pushed me aside and grabbed her, making her writhe in pain even more. "We hear you're planning on leaving college because of us. You must really be a joke to think we'll let you go. You better perish the thought because you are going nowhere!" he said, forcefully letting go of her before walking out.

"You better listen; we will not deal kindly with you next time," I said to her, following Sandro out.

Nadia stood there, tears streaming down her face, her body trembling with fear. She watched us walk away, but I could still feel her gaze burning into my back. The corridor seemed eerily silent now, only the distant chatter of students echoing faintly. I felt a pang of guilt, but I quickly shook it off. Sandro was already planning our next move.

"We need to make sure she stays in line," Sandro said, his voice cold and determined. "If she thinks about leaving again, we have to be ready."

"Yeah," I agreed, though my heart wasn't fully in it. I couldn't help but wonder if there was another way to deal with this. But Sandro's mind was made up, and I couldn't agree less with him.

As we walked through the hallways, the atmosphere seemed to grow heavier. The other students glanced our way, quickly looking away when they caught our eyes. We had a reputation, and it seemed to spread like wildfire. We were the enforcers, the ones who kept everyone in check. And we liked it to remain that way!

The next day, we were at it again. We kept an eye on Nadia, making sure she knew we were watching. She tried to keep a low profile, but every now and then, our paths would cross, and she would flinch at the sight of us. Sandro took pleasure in it, but I started to feel uneasy.

"Maybe we're going too far," I suggested one afternoon as we watched her from a distance.

"Too far? She's the one trying to leave," Sandro snapped. "We have to show her who's in control."

"But what if she really needs to leave? What if there's something going on that we don't know about?"

Sandro glared at me, his eyes flashing with anger. "You're getting soft, man. We can't afford to let up now. If we do, others will follow her lead."

I sighed, knowing that arguing with him was pointless. "Fine, but let's not hurt her, okay? We can scare her without getting physical."

“You know that's not possible,” he said to me.

•••••••••

It was a BDSM club party that evening and Sandro and I planned to attend. 

Having adventures like this was one we enjoyed, and as we entered the club, the air danced with anticipation. 

We moved through the crowded room, where scantily clad ladies teased and tantalized, their strap-like outfits barely containing their curves.

From the amount of voluptuous breasts and curves around me, my bulge had already gone hard and I could not wait to be inside one of those holes. 

Our eyes scanned the room, searching for the perfect playmate till we spotted one by the corner with clearly defined curves. Turns out she’s named Sarah.

We selected our tools and secured a private room, our hunger for domination growing with each passing second.

“I’d fuck her till my name becomes the only thing on her lips.” Sandro smirked as we were getting into the room, and I chuckled, remembering that the last time, our submissive had ran out claiming that we were too intense for her to bear. 

Not to brag, but I was confident about how intense and satisfying our thrusts were, and it was a privilege for every bitch that experienced it. 

“You’re sure you can handle my wetness, our submissive Sarah smiled, as she took off the piece of cloth she had on, that barely covered any skin.

“By the time we’re done, you’d be saying something different,” I responded and Sandro grinned.

Sarah was extremely curvy, her big boobs and breast reminding me of Nadia. I had not gotten the opportunity to fuck her yet, mostly because I pushed that we go a little slow with her, but I needed my cock to experience being in her tight walls. 

When I fingered her on graduation day after Sandro, I could barely put two fingers in her vagina and her screams from when I slipped my middle finger inside made me wonder if she was that tight because she was still a virgin. 

Sarah’s touch on my chest called my attention back, “are you scared to handle me?” She curved the left side of her lips. 

I pushed her to the bed, “You’d regret that you think so.”

With a smirk, her eyes locked on mine, then moved to Sandro. “Show me what you’ve got then,” She shrugged.

Sandro moved swiftly, securing Sarah to the X Cross. I clicked her wrist and ankle cuff into place, leaving her body vulnerable and exposed. Just the way we wanted. 

Sandro traced Sarah's spine with his fingers and ice cubes, sending shivers down her back. Then I leaned closer, my warm breath against her neck, "You're ours tonight."

Our hands roamed Sarah's body, exploring every curve and spanking when necessary. 

"Blindfold or not?" I asked.

Sarah's response was instant, her voice dripping with seduction. "Yes."

In no time, I covered her eyes with a black silk heightening her senses. Our touch was the only reality she knew. 

Sandro’s lips claimed hers, possessive and demanding as usual. While my hands explored her breasts and teased her nipples.

The sound of ripping fabric filled the air as I tore away Sarah's panties and Sandro’s fingers slipped into her wet heat, his touch turning her to a moaning mess.

“Please don’t stop.“

 My lips curved into a thin smile as I slapped my belt against her skin. The pain blending perfectly with the pleasure. 

Our laughter echoed through the room, as Sarah’s moans intensified. In no time, our dick pounded inside her walls simultaneously rotating from her vagina to her anus and back. 

Her cries filled the room as we drilled her pussy till it was completely spent, and there was no energy left in her to hold on. 

After the party, we went home, looking very used up.

"Imagine if it had been with Nadia," I suggested.

"Then let's make it work," Sandro said, sounding very ecstatic. "We will torment her until she has no hiding place," he added.

"Surely," I said, smiling.

The next day at school, the memory of the previous night still lingered. We had a plan now, one that made our hearts race with anticipation. Nadia was our target, and we would make sure she felt every bit of the pressure we intended to apply. We spotted her as she entered the school building, her hair shining in the morning sunlight. She looked so innocent, so unaware of the storm that was about to hit her. Sandro nudged me, his eyes gleaming with excitement."Let's start small," he said. "We don't want to scare her off too soon."

I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we need to make her feel isolated first. Then we move in for real fun."

We watched her from a distance throughout the morning, making sure she knew we were there but not approaching her directly.

During lunch, we saw her sitting with her friends, laughing and talking. Sandro's eyes narrowed as he observed her."Let's make our move," he said, standing up.

We walked over to her table, our presence casting a shadow over her and her friends. The conversation died down as they looked up at us, confusion and unease evident on their faces.

"Hey, Nadia," Sandro said, his voice smooth and friendly. "Mind if we join you?"

Nadia glanced around nervously but didn't say anything. Her friends exchanged uncertain looks, unsure of how to respond.

"Sure, why not," one of them said hesitantly, trying to keep the atmosphere light.

We sat down, and the tension at the table was palpable. Sandro leaned back in his chair, casually draping an arm over the backrest as he watched Nadia intently.

"So, Nadia," he began, "we've been thinking. You should come to one of our parties. It's a lot of fun, you know."

Nadia's eyes widened, and she shook her head quickly. "I don't think that's a good idea. I'm not really into that kind of thing."

"Not yet," Sandro replied with a smirk. "But we think you'd enjoy it. You might find it... liberating."

She looked down at her food, clearly uncomfortable. "I really don't think so. Thanks for the offer, though."

Sandro's eyes darkened slightly, but he kept his tone light. "Well, the offer stands. Think about it."

As we left the table, I could feel the eyes of her friends following us. “Do you think she will come?,” I asked Sandro on our way out.

“She knows better the consequences of disobeying us. Besides, she knows we only played the good.guys because we didn't want to create another uncomfortable scene,” he said.

The rest of the week, we continued our subtle campaign. We followed her between classes, always staying just close enough for her to notice but never approaching her directly. We watched her from across the cafeteria, our eyes never leaving her. She began to look over her shoulder more frequently, her anxiety growing with each passing day.

We had her right where we wanted!