Chapter 6: The Sinister Game

Ms. Thompson lay on the bed, her mind reeling with fear and uncertainty as Sarah sat beside her, a sly smile spreading across her face. The dim lighting of the room cast eerie shadows on the walls, making Ms. Thompson feel like she was trapped in a twisted nightmare. Sarah began to explain, her voice low and husky, "You see, Ms. Thompson, I've always been different. I was born with a cock, and I've learned to use it to my advantage." As she spoke, she slowly started to caress her own body, her hands moving over her chest and stomach. Ms. Thompson's eyes widened in shock as she realized that Sarah was indeed a boy, and she felt a wave of revulsion wash over her. But Sarah just chuckled and continued, "I've been watching you for a long time, Ms. Thompson. Since the moment I first saw you, I knew you were special. And I've been waiting for the perfect moment to make my move." As Sarah spoke, she climbed onto the bed, her movements fluid and confident. She positioned herself beside Ms. Thompson, her body inches from hers. The air was thick with tension, and Ms. Thompson could feel her heart racing with fear. Sarah's eyes locked onto hers, and she whispered, "Now, I want you to touch me, Ms. Thompson. I want you to stroke my cock." As she spoke, she reached out and took Ms. Thompson's hand, placing it on her own body. Ms. Thompson felt a wave of disgust wash over her, but she knew she had no choice. She tentatively began to stroke Sarah's cock, her mind reeling with fear and revulsion. Sarah seemed to enjoy her touch, and she began to moan softly as Ms. Thompson's hand moved over her body. Slowly, Sarah began to take Ms. Thompson's hand deeper, guiding her towards her own mouth. Ms. Thompson felt a wave of panic wash over her, but she knew she had to comply. She tentatively began to stroke Sarah's cock with her mouth, her mind reeling with fear and disgust. As she did, Sarah's moans grew louder, and she began to grab Ms. Thompson's head, forcing her deeper into her own mouth. The act became more intense, turning into a blowjob, and Ms. Thompson felt like she was trapped in a living hell. Sarah's excitement grew, and she began to thrust her cock deeper into Ms. Thompson's mouth. The sound of her own moans and gasps filled the air, making Ms. Thompson feel like she was losing all control. She was trapped in a nightmare, and she had no idea how to escape. As Sarah's grip on her head tightened, Ms. Thompson was forced into a deepthroat, her mind reeling with fear and revulsion. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair, and she had no idea how to escape the sinister game that Sarah had created.