She fought like a wildcat, legs struggling and arms flailing, she screamed at him while he brought his hand down on her butt over and over. He stopped at her angry yell for her release. Looking down at her, a cunning smile spread across his lips. His hand came down one last time but rather than rising, it remained on the cheek of her backside, admiring the play of her firm muscles.

"Very well, Jag," he said at last. His hand closed into a fist around her panties even as his tail and free hand released her. Her panties tore from body, the silk unable to support her as she dropped, head first, to the floor of her room.

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She fought like a wildcat, legs struggling and arms flailing, she screamed at him while he brought his hand down on her butt over and over. He stopped at her angry yell for her release. Looking down at her, a cunning smile spread across his lips. His hand came down one last time but rather than rising back into the air, it remained on her cheek while he enjoyed the play of the firm muscles of her ass.

"Very well," he said, his hand curling into a fist and gripping her panties even as his other hand and tail released her. The thin lace did little to support her and it ripped cleanly off while she fell, headfirst, to the ground.

(OOC Edit: Thanks Stormbringer. Looks like it works now!)

The teen groaned in disgust as he held her tight rear, the flesh stinging after the abuse, feeling warm even against his scaled skin. She wasn’t prepared for his next move though, and as she heard her panties rip, she barely had time to get her hands up, her head crashing against the ground as she fell from his grip. A loud THUNK sounded through the room, probably even audible through the soundproofed ceiling below, though they would think little more than that the person above was running around.

“Ow… stupid… jerk…” she groaned, rolling herself onto her back, instantly snapping her legs closed when she felt the cool air on her exposed womanhood and saw her panties still in his hand. A more experienced Jag would have run… instead she tried to cover herself as best she could.

((OOC: Thanks as well stormbringer!))

Kneeling on the bed, he watched as she fell on the ground, her skirt flying up momentarily and giving him a full view. She quickly closed her legs and pulled her skirt down but not before he caught sight of her clean-shaven sex.

"Still shaving as well," he noted, kneeling on the bed and looking down at her. Stepping off her bed, he moved slowly towards her, two pillows from her bed rising into the air and hovering behind him as he advanced.

The teen ground her teeth in frustration as he taunted her, clenching her legs shut even though her skirt now covered her. “You… you bastard!” She cried in frustrated rage, aware she was no match for him but furious none the less.

As he leapt to the floor, she scampered backwards, hoping to get to her feet but slamming against her closet door instead. “Just leave me alone!” she cried, looking this way and that for something she could use as a weapon, anything. She was too slow though, and when she looked up again he was nearly upon her.

Moving confidently towards her, a flash of movement in the corner of his vision caught his attention. Instantly alert, he chuckled when he saw it was just his reflection in the nearby full-length mirror. Looking back at the young angry student, he had a sudden idea.

Reaching her, he bend down and grabbed her wrists while she tried in vain to hold her skirt down. Backing up, he dragged her by her arms back into the center of the room.

"Like watching yourself in the mirror, Jag?" he asked, indicating the mirror in front of her.

The girl yelled as he yanked her upright, actually holding her nearly off the ground by her wrists, chest thrust out against her shirt and straining it. At least her skirt had fallen into position, it seemed, though little else was going her way.

“Not that vain, no… now put me down you creep…” she hissed again, still feisty despite her utterly hopeless situation. Occasionally she would yank on his grasp, testing him, but succeeded in doing little more than bouncing in his grip.

"That's too bad. You've got a fabulous body," he said, flipping her onto her back. Tiring of her struggles, he planted his foot solidly in her midsection, knocking the wind out her. While she gasped for breath, he moved over and kneeled over her, his knees coming down next to her chest. The majority of his weight rested on his knees but enough rested on her stomach to effectively pin her to the ground. Still holding her wrists tightly, he looked down at her again.

"Now then, let's see if we can resurrect some of those memories," he said thoughtfully...

Jag instantly scrambled as he set her down, though only made it a few inches before he drove his foot into her back, sending a shockwave of pain through her back and knocking the wind from her, resulting in a breathless cry of agony from the redheaded girl. She barely even noticed as heavy hands fell to the floor by her heaving chest. Her only thought was to jump start her body into action again; to somehow escape. His words still made her wonder what he was speaking of though, why he was so certain that he knew her. Did she suffer from amnesia? If so, wouldn’t someone have realized it by this point in her life?

Jag lay there for a moment as he studied her, realizing after a moment that he was watching the gentle rising and falling of her chest as it threatened the fabric of her shirt. Soon his tail darted into view, menacing her just above her head. She wasn’t sure what he had planned until the long thing slipped into her shirt and easily burst it down the middle, sending buttons flying every which way and exposing her large chest to the air of the room and the view of her tormentor. A sudden stab of fear seemed to work over her with her tender breasts nearly exposed.

“Don’t… just… don’t…” she said, much softer than before.

Another soft gasp, one of barely contained pleasure, forced it’s way through her lips as he drifted his tail across her sensitive breasts, the black lace bra barely containing them. The slight pink of one areola was just visible above one of her bra’s cups as she breathed in and out, each intake of air stretching it out.

“Please… not there… pl…aaaaahhh oh god… no…” she gasped again as his tail returned, parting her mounds and sliding through them easily, making the girl visibly shudder with lust.