Tech Savvy

Shadows creep through the high school halls, where Charlotte and Lily—two teen lesbians tangled in a fierce, hidden love—face a relentless storm of hate. Pixie Smalls as the fiery Charlotte, Myra Moans as the vulnerable Lily. A cyberbully, fueled by homophobic venom, hounds them without mercy: vile messages slashing across screens, threats that twist their nights into nightmares. They turn to the cops, but the law shrugs, useless as a locked door in a fire. Blocks fail; the poison seeps through every crack. Desperation drives them to Mr. Thompson, their computer science teacher—Will Pounder, with eyes that linger too long and a smile like cracked ice. He nods, promises to hunt the creep down, trace the digital trails that no one else can. But his help comes barbed with a demand that hits like a gut punch: they fuck him. Both of them. Right there, in the dim glow of his office or wherever the deal seals. Hesitation grips them—girls who crave each other's touch, not some man's rough claim. They've never crossed that line, bodies wired for soft curves and whispered secrets. Yet the bully's grip tightens, strangling their world. They nod, desperate to reclaim stolen peace. Lips part in reluctant surrender. Hands explore unfamiliar terrain: Mr. Thompson's thick cock pushing into Charlotte's tight, virgin pussy first, stretching her with a burn that mixes pain and forbidden spark. She gasps, fingers digging into Lily's thigh as she watches, heart pounding. Then it's Lily's turn—his shaft sliding deep, claiming her wetness while Charlotte's tongue flicks over her clit, a twisted lifeline of their bond amid the invasion. He thrusts hard, grunting, filling them one after the other, cum spilling hot inside as they moan through the haze, bodies betraying with shudders of unwanted heat. The deed done, silence falls like smoke after a blaze. The bully vanishes, screens go quiet. But doubt coils in their guts. Mr. Thompson's gaze now owns them, a new leash forged in sweat and release. Have they slain one monster just to kneel before another? The question hangs, sharp as a blade in the dark.