Master of Lust-Chapter 180: Megan, the Queen [2]
Chapter - 180
The boy sat there, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest, as the girl approached him with a sly grin playing on her lips. She moved with a grace that made his breath catch in his throat, her curves drawing his eyes like a magnet.
Megan, on the other hand, came with her flawless curves, twisting her thin waist, with a flick of her wrist, she blindfolded him with a black strap, plunging him into darkness. His senses heightened, every sound, every breath, sending shivers down his spine.
Megan turned to another girl, mischief dancing in her eyes, and instructed her to choose from the array of props laid out on the table. The tension in the air crackled like electricity as the girl's hand hovered over the objects, finally settling on a pair of scissors.
"Oh, interesting choice", Megan chuckled, gazing at one of the teachers present there, "Now entertain me." And then she turned towards the boy.
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"Come on, darling," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed cruelty, "Your mistress has chosen your fate. But fear not, soon you'll be soaring on clouds of ecstasy."
The girl took the scissors and moved closer to the boy, his skin prickling with anticipation and fear. As she began to cut away his shirt, his body squirmed involuntarily, the fabric falling away to reveal his nakedness.
Exposed and vulnerable, he felt the cold metal of the scissors against his bare chest, tracing circles around his nipples with a menacing edge. Each movement sent a jolt of anticipation coursing through him, his breath coming in ragged gasps
The boy's body quivered like a leaf caught in a storm, every muscle tensed with fear and anticipation. He felt helpless, trapped in a nightmare he couldn't wake up from.
Megan approached him with unsteady steps, a bottle of whiskey clutched in her trembling hand. She leaned in and pressed her lips against his, a sickening sweetness tainted by the stench of alcohol.
"You tastes so sweet boy. But girl, it's not fun anymore. Try something better or else you will have to exchange the seat, with this boy torturing you. Do you want this?" Megan raised her eyebrows, balancing herself from slipping down the ground.
The girl's eyes widened with terror, her voice barely a whisper as she shook her head frantically. "N-no, ma'am."
With a cruel smile, Megan nodded, giving the girl permission to unleash her torment. The sound of her hand connecting with flesh echoed through the room, each slap sending shockwaves of pain through the boy's body. Tears streamed down his cheeks from beneath the blindfold, his silent cries lost in the darkness.
"Hit him hard, punch him, break his teeth," The air crackled with anticipation as the teachers egged her on, their voices a twisted chorus of encouragement. "Give it to him! Break him down!" they cried, their words dripping with malice.
With a grim determination, the girl clenched her fists, her knuckles white with tension. She knew what was expected of her, what she had to do to prove herself. And with a savage roar, she unleashed her fury upon the boy, each blow fueled by the collective rage of the onlookers.
The sound of flesh meeting flesh reverberated through the room as her punches landed with brutal precision, each strike driving deeper into his flesh. The boy's cries of pain only seemed to spur her on, her assault relentless and unyielding.
And then, with a final blow, she stepped back, her chest heaving with exertion. The boy lay crumpled on the ground, blood trickling from split lips and bruised skin.
"Hmm, I'm done with this boy. Now, it's turn for number 2. Come and have your seat.", Megan read out the second one's name.
The second label was of Tyler. Tyler, characterized by his lean , thin and slender built, dedicated himself tirelessly to his studies. He was driven by a sense of responsibility towards his family, for which he aimed to secure a job swiftly, aspiring to provide adequate financial support to his family members. His commitment to academic pursuits reflected a deep-rooted determination to his studies.
But his face looked pale, reflecting some uneasiness in his eyes, his hands were trembling in fear. He was frighten, and moving in a zig zag manner. His nervous gesture clearly revealed the fact that Megan was indulged in some unethical activity.
Rick gazed at Tyler confusing, thinking what was going to happen with him.
Tyler took his seat on the hot seat. Megan chose a girl for him. Under Megan's directive, the girl walked with a pleasant smile on her face, stealing glances at Tyler. Tyler looked at her with a begging eyes, to leave him and let go off him. But the girl just passed a beautiful smile at him. freёweɓnovel.com
"Good going girl. I'm proud of you.", Megan spoke loudly , chilling with another shot of vodka.
Tyler's mind struggled with fear, and heart pounded seeing at Megan.
Megan asked the girl to chose a prop for him, but the girl stood still gazing at Tyler. Tyler was shivering. He motioned his head signaling her to stop.
"Oops, Tyler don't try to scare her by your gestures. Darling it's of no use. She can't betray me. Am I right, beautiful?" Megan asked the girl only to receive a nod from her with a crocked smile on her face.
"Tell me Miss, from where should I start?", the girl said rotating the hunter she grabbed from the table over his body from top to bottom. Tyler shivered with his skin raised up in goosebumps.
"Ha ha, I told you professor, this girl is the younger version of Megan. That's why I chose her from the classroom. She is just perfect, look at her. Come on girl!", One teacher laughed, chuckled enjoying the complete scenario, along with the other professors.
Rick saw everything silently in a confused state. He was unable to understand what was actually giving her so much fun.
With a primal scream, the girl hurled the hunter at Tyler, the metal clanging against his body like a death knell. Tyler's cry of pain echoed off the walls, but it only seemed to fuel her relentless assault.
She advanced on him like a predator closing in on its prey, her eyes ablaze with a fiery determination. Gripping the hunter tightly in her hands, she swung it with all her might, each blow landing with bone-crushing force.
Tyler's pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as she rained down blow after merciless blow, each strike sending shockwaves of agony through his body. There was no room for compassion in her heart, only the burning desire for revenge.
And as Tyler crumpled to the ground, broken and defeated, the girl stood over him victorious, her chest heaving with exertion. The classroom fell silent, the air heavy with the weight of her triumph.
After a while, the girl dropped the hunter to the ground, she looked exhausted.
"Well, well, looks like someone's already running out of steam," Megan taunted, her voice dripping with disdain. "I don't have time for weaklings who fold like cheap lawn chairs. Time to give you a boost."
With a wicked grin, without warning, Megan grabbed the hunter and hurled the hunter towards the girl, the impact sending a shockwave of pain through her shoulder. A sharp cry tore from the girl's lips, echoing through the room.
Rick watched in disbelief as Megan, the very person who had been cheering on the girl moments ago, now subjected her to such brutality. It was like watching a switch flip from encouragement to cruelty in the blink of an eye.
"Take it!" Megan's voice sliced through the air like a whip, her grip on the girl's cheeks cruel and unyielding. "And don't stop until I'm satisfied, or you'll face the consequences."
Rick's stomach churned as he witnessed the sheer dominance Megan exerted over the girl, her authority absolute and unquestioned. It was chilling to see just how dangerous she truly was.
As Megan gave the nod, the girl grabbed the hunter and hurled it at Tyler with all her might. You could see the strain on her face, the trembling of her tired hands, but there was also a sick pleasure twinkling in her eyes as she unleashed her torment on one of the sharpest guys in the whole damn college.
Tyler's scream sliced through the air like a knife, cutting through the tension of the moment. The girl paused, almost savoring the sound of his agony, relishing in the power she held over him.
"Damn, girl, you're really getting into this," Megan taunted with a twisted smirk. "I gotta hand it to you, I'm loving your style. Some might call me evil for not giving a damn about your pain, but you know what? I couldn't care less. Ha ha!"
Megan exuded a chilling aura of cruelty, like she was born to inflict suffering. Her laughter rang out like a sinister melody, sending shivers down everyone's spine. There was no warmth in her, no hint of empathy or remorse. She was a portrait of indifference, leaving those around her to grapple with the unsettling realization that they were dealing with someone truly devoid of feeling.
Tyler's eyes blazed with fury as he glared at Megan, his whole body tense with anger and fear.
"You wanna eat me, huh?" Megan's response was unexpected, to say the least. She pressed her lips against his, a twisted dance of passion and pain. Her tongue darted and twirled inside his mouth like a serpent, a sickening contrast to the agony pulsing through Tyler's veins. It was like a cruel joke, a fleeting moment of pleasure amidst a sea of torment.
Breaking away, Megan shoved him to the ground with a vicious kick, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. She beckoned another girl over, a silent accomplice in this twisted game of torture.
Handing the girl a block of burning wax, Megan's instructions were clear. She wanted Tyler to suffer, to scream until his voice gave out. The girl wasted no time, pouring the scalding wax over Tyler's hands, shoulders, and legs with merciless precision.
The pain was excruciating, searing through his flesh like fire consuming dry timber. Tyler's screams echoed off the walls, a symphony of agony that filled the room like a haunting melody. It was torture in its purest form
Rick was watching the complete scenario enjoying and confusingly. Megan was enjoying the pain Tyler suffered. She was celebrating herself, filling up her stomach with wines and vodkas with some pieces of chips.
"Oh my God! This lady is a monster behind her pretty face. She enjoys the boys suffering from pain. She loved torturing them. But why the hell, anyone could celebrate themselves, hurting others? And why she targets only boys?", Rick's mind was running with thousands of questions.
Rick was getting mad at weird things happening inside. He was shocked and confused at each step taken by Megan.
All the props were used one by one on different boys as per their labels.
Just then Rick heard some buzz inside his head, it was actually a reminder, he had less than a minute left. The black mist around him had started to die down. It was time fir him to leave.
With a surge of panic, Rick bolted towards the door, his heart pounding so loud he was sure Megan could hear it. Every second felt like an eternity as he fumbled with the doorknob, his fingers slipping against the metal in his haste.
Finally, with a desperate twist, he flung the door open, the hinges creaking in protest.
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