Hooray! This is my first fanfic for Maid-Sama. I didn't think I would write a story for this anime. But I guess I'm doing it. From the stories I've read, I felt like I wanted to write something more on the serious side. My writing skills aren't that great but hopefully I can still pull readers to enjoy my stories.

I decided to start this story right where Igarashi was about to kiss Misaki in his office.

Rating: MA for first chapter

So, here goes! Please don't hate for what you're about to read.

I DO NOT OWN MAID-SAMA

Chapter One

"U…sui," Misaki whispered. But her hopes dropped when no one came to her rescue. Her eyes widen as Igarashi forcibly placed his lips onto hers. As much as she struggled, she couldn't escape from his grasp. Indeed, he was really that much stronger.

I know judo. That's what he had said.

"S-Stop, please," she pleaded between his kisses. Of course the arrogant boy did not listen as he slipped her the tongue. Misaki turned her head to the side, disgusted by his actions. She heard him chuckle. All of sudden, he went from two hands to one, holding her wrists tightly above her head while the other began to grope her body. She began to tremble with fear.

His hand slithered down her body, grazing it over her chest, stomach, and thigh. And then, without hesitating, he began to fumble with her underwear. Misaki gasped and began thrashing around to get away from him.

"What are you doing? B-Baka get off of me!" She could feel tears sting at her eyes.

"Oh come on, I just want to have some fun," he whispered before kissing her again. "And plus, isn't it unfair for me to just pay you and I receive no kind of award?"She could feel anger boiling inside her.

"I don't want your money! I'm not a hooker!" She spat. "So what you're doing is wrong!"

He pretended to not here a word she said as he continued to kiss her lips and neck. Just when he tried to reach her lips again, but she bit down, hard, on his. He yelled as he pulled away.

"You bitch!" He screamed. Spitting some blood off to the side, his hand struck Misaki's cheek. At that, a few tears fell as the pain of it ran through her being. She has never been struck like that in her life.

"You want to play rough? Then let's play."

She heard him undoing his pants and zipper. Her heart rate began to pick up speed as she had to figure out what to do. At that moment she began screaming for help. For someone like her to beg for help was not in her nature, but she was terrified of the situation she was in.

He quickly clasped her mouth shut. She didn't stop as she kept trying to yell, which only came out as muffled cries.

Because he had one hand on her mouth and the other holding her wrists, he had difficulty prying her legs open. It was starting to irritate him and the only thing he knew he could do was this. He struck her again, harder, so that she would stop yelling and make her lose focus. Already a bruise was forming on her face.

"Much better," he smiled as he opened her legs and closed the gap between him and her.

"Igarashi, please! St—"

But it was too late. He thrusted inside her and she screamed in pain. Once again he clasped her mouth shut.

Oh god, make him stop! Just stop! She thought as she kept trying to fight him off.

His body weight was on her, which made it harder for her to move. Suddenly she realized that there was no escape. And so she stopped fighting. And of course it didn't stop him from thrusting deeper into her. Misaki's face was drenched with tears. While he moaned in pleasure, she was crying in pain.

After about 20 minutes or so, Igarashi could feel himself reaching his climax. He kept going, gasping and moaning when he could feel reaching his peek and quickly pulled out.

"Don't worry," he whispered, "don't want to get you pregnant or anything." He removed his hand from her mouth and kissed her one last time. "Thank you. You were great."

He got up from the table, fixing his shirt and pants. Misaki on the other hand, was trembling terribly, unable to move.

"Want to go for round two?" He asked again, a hint of humor in his voice.

With what he said, Misaki snapped out of it and got up slowly. When she tried to stand, her legs almost gave out as they were wobbly. And she winced because her inner thighs were hurting. With all her strength she began to walk towards the door.

"Don't for forget your raggedy clothes." He threw them at her, which she failed to catch. She bent down and got them, holding them close to her chest. She continued her way to leave the room.

"I guess you don't want the money? That's too bad."He then began to laugh.

While she took a peek outside into the hall, she was glad that no one was around to witness the state she was in. She quickly rushed to the nearest bathroom, the best she could in her condition, and locked herself in one of the stalls. The only sound that could be heard was her heavy breathing. All she could do was stare at her school uniform, which were shaking in her trembling hands. She dropped them, finding herself sink down to the floor, hugging her knees to her chest as she began to sob.

And there you have it! How was it? Too graphic? For some reason, I felt like writing this. Please R & R. Thanks!