by Writing Shark
Date with fate
A short time later, the silence of her apartment had been broken by the slamming of the front door. With a lustful but frightened squeal, Felicia had been flung into the hallway, skidded a bit on the slippery hardwood floor, and then come to a stop on her butt. Her legs spread as if by themselves at the sight of the man cloaked in the darkness of the hallway.
“No panties?” he had asked, letting the door slam behind him.
“No professor… for you…” He hadn’t given her apartment a glance and Felicia’s juices had dripped onto the light boards at the thought of him having eyes only for her. The whole car ride she had been wet with desire and every question about the professor and his goals had been flushed from her mind by her horniness. Now she was empty, only the lust for her lover still filled her and after banishing everything unimportant from her mind, there was enough room for the professor and his goals. Se felt glorious, carefree and complete. Felicia had even welcomed the fear of being alone in her apartment with a large, implacable man.
“Hands and knees,” he had commanded and Felicia had obeyed. A voluptuous moan as he had pressed his strong hands between her hot thighs and tugged her dress roughly over her buttocks.
“All for you…” Felicia couldn’t think, didn’t want to think. And then it had happened. Her overloaded brain was still processing the sounds a pair of pants and a belt make when they fall on hardwood floors, and he had already been inside her. The young woman had come immediately. A deep, animalistic growl had forced itself through her throat as her pussy contracted to keep the welcome intruder inside. Her cramped fingers scraped across the wood beneath her, her knees had gone numb, and her buttocks were rising toward her professor all by themselves.
“You’re not going to like this,” the professor had grinned.
“Yes, I will.” It was the only time she had contradicted him and this time he seemed to like it. “Everything you do pleases me.” And that, Felicia saw, pleased him even more.
The sex he had then given her had surpassed anything Felicia had ever experienced in her rather short and uninteresting sex-life. Brutal and demanding, it was unspeakably liberating for her to let her new master drive her through her small apartment. Professor Clark showed no interest in her pleasure as he had jerked her up, got her ass into position and thrust unceremoniously into her overflowing cunt. After only a few thrusts Felicia came again and this time her weak lips could not suppress her cry of pleasure. It was liberating to feel her body automatically respond to the professor, offering itself to him and trying to make it as easy as possible to be taken. The resulting satisfaction drove Felicia even further.
She heard herself saying things she didn’t even know she knew those words. Like an animal, she drove her abdomen towards the professor’s hard pipe while her knees scraped and her throat ached from her suppressed moans. After a brief eternity of pure bliss, the professor had yanked her up and led her to the nearest door. Without withdrawing from her, he had driven her ahead of him with his glowing cock inside her, holding her upper body close by pulling on her hair. They had ended up in the kitchen. The young woman felt plates and cutlery clatter beneath her petite breasts as he threw her on the table and continued to pound into her. With a loud cry, she had squirted her pleasure between his legs onto the tiled floor without caring about the chaos around. Her head was swimming in her lust, the hormones and the imagination of the professor. She kept seeing his stern, judgmental eyes in front of her as they drove her to the highest heights.
“Weak bitch!” the professor had yelled at her and had dragged her to the floor by her hair. “Spoiled whore. You get off on violence and brutality.”
“Yes professor. Sorry Professor.” But he had only smiled and pushed her upper body into the pool of her juices. As punishment, Felicia only saw it as such because she knew she would do what her boss told her, he had applied his iron between her ass cheeks. Full of fear, she had held her breath, but didn’t have to wait long. Without foreplay, he had sung into her to the hilt in one swift, brutal push, pressing her head down on the flor with his strong hand and making her shriek. Her saliva mixed with her juices on the floor while the professor had fucked her so hard that she was driven through the pool of fluids.
When he had forced her to another climax she could already barely stand as her conqueror yanked her upward. Without further ado, he had thrown her over his shoulder when she had fallen into his strong arms. Finally they had reached the bedroom but the books and posters of Rockstars told the professor that they were not in Felicia’s room. With a dirty grin, he had simply tossed her onto the bed.
“Legs,” he had said, and Felicia had obeyed. The young woman could barely keep her eyes open, the only thing she could think was ‘Professor John’ and all her body felt was lust and affection. Not even the fear of him was strong enough to break through the exhaustion that had settled over her battered body. Her breasts and belly had scabs from the ordeal on the kitchen floor, her cheek was wet, her hair a mess. And she was happy and in love. She was carefree. She realized it as John entered her again, stretching her cunt and making her gasp. As he mounted her on her best friend’s bed Felicia knew what her life would be like. She would do anything to keep the professor in her life. It was so simple. Only one thing mattered.
“I’m proud of you Felicia,” he had said. She had come harder than she had ever come in her life. A final cry, her feet trampling on the messy bedspread, her hands gripping around the back of the man who had freed her, given her life purpose. Then he had come too. He was so calm about it, so controlled. Felicia almost didn’t notice, but then she felt his juice squirt into her and the next orgasm, even stronger than anything before, washed over her body, mixing with the waves of pleasure from the previous ones. Then she had passed out, the last thing she saw was the professor’s face above her, smiling.
“Wake up cunt.” Felicia felt as if she had been asleep for ages but her tiredness had not gone away yet.
“Hello,” she had murmured when her aching eyes saw the professor. He was still above her. He had pulled her back immediately when she had drifted away from him.
“Don’t fall asleep,” he had ordered, and Felicia had used all her strength to pull herself up under him. Everything hurt but she felt so happy.
“I love you” she had murmured and he had laughed.
“Listen to me.” Felicia Combton had nodded. “You liked it?” Another nod. “Good.This is what the rest of your life will look like from now on.” The professor’s voice had turned icy cold again but to Felicia’s overheated mind his coldness was just what she needed. “You’re mine now” he had determined and she had nodded again. “You have no one in your life and from now on I’m the only one you care about.”
“Yes Professor.” He was right.
“No students, no Miss Haselton or Hayworth. I’m all that matters now.”
“Yes Professor.”
“Get me right Felicia. I have plans and I will not tolerate you causing me trouble.”
“I’ll do anything to get you to fuck me again.” This was the first time she had used such language towards another human being.
“You’ll do more than that my little slut” he had determined. “You are exactly what I want and you will help me achieve my goal.”
“Anything for you Professor.” She had almost fallen asleep again but had discovered a new will in herself that she had not known before. Serving was suddenly enjoyable for her.
“And if you behave well and do what you’re told, it’ll happen again. Then you’ll get as many dicks as you want.” Professor Clark had laughed. “It’s so easy with women like you. All you want is a hand to guide you through the ruthless world you’ve created with your struggle for recognition and prestige. Up!” He had snapped, and Felicia had found strength in herself where there was none. She had jumped up, swayed briefly, and felt cum run down her lower leg onto the bedsheets of her friend. Then she had followed her new master into the hallway. The whole apartment was a mess but neither Felicia nor the professor paid attention while he gathered his things from the floor and got dressed. “Tomorrow your new life begins,” he had said, actually sounding proud. Then he had turned around without another word.
“Please wait!” Felicia had called, and indeed her owner had responded. The impact on the ground had hurt her knees but Felicia was too happy to notice. Her hands touched the cold floor and found his shoes. With trembling lips, she leaned down and kissed his feet. “Thank you… for everything…”
“Good girl,” the professor had replied and disappeared from the apartment.
Afterwards Felicia had cleaned up the apartment as much as she could, covered the traces of her act and then shuffled back to her room. Her room was the only one that had remained untouched by her conquest, but the young woman could only think of when the professor would take possession of her here as well. Then she had fallen on her bed and immediately fell asleep.
Over the next week, Felicia Combton had learned everything she would need for her new life serving John. Unsurprisingly, Professor Clark was a strict teacher and had pushed Felicia hard and fast through the major areas that warranted her as his possession. The two met almost every evening after work for training. Since he was the only male in the entire school, he had been given his own room at the very end of the staff housing block. With a closet between the room and the next, it was easy to overhear Felicia’s lustful cries in the night. While she sat down on a large dildo and drove it into her ass she simultaneously sucked on two more while the professor made her cunt cum with quick movements of his hands, Felicia had only him in mind. When she fingered herself several times in the evening, sitting in a corner and spraying her juices into the room while the professor was going through homework, she was just happy about her life and that her owner was doing the work for her while she degraded herself with the worst words her untrained mind could com up with. Then, when she collapsed, weak with orgasms, he had helped her up and let her recite her rules. ‘Professor Clark is everything’. ‘I obey Professor Clark.’ ‘Everything I do, I do for Professor Clark.’ ‘I love Professor Clark.’ ‘Professor Clark is my life, my present and my future.’ It was not difficult for Felicia to say all this while slurping her cum from the ground and she looked him faithfully in the eye every time she finished one of his tasks. He practiced dirtytalk with her, made her wear incredibly sinful clothes or mostly nothing at all. She was always by his side, whether in his apartment or in class and everything he asked of her she did without hesitation.
She tugged on her nipples so hard that she cried. She fingered herself until she passed out. She slept with a long black dildo in her ass and a long blue dildo in her cunt. She only went to the bathroom when he allowed her to and she was not allowed to relieve herself until she sent him a video of herself pleasuring herself and moaning his name and her rules. It didn’t matter if there were students around or not, the professor made sure she didn’t get caught. But Felicia had no control over what happened next and she loved it with every fiber of her body and burning passion and love in her soul and mind.
Naturally, people became suspicious. Ariana noticed almost immediately that Felicia had changed. But through the professor’s instructions, she had managed to conceal from her friend just how far she was willing to go. She hadn’t taken on a single task for the school in a week, and she liked it. Her life had a purpose and the reward for good behavior came the same evening from a man she loved.
Shortly after Sarah leaves the room with her friends, the professor squirts into Felicia’s aching mouth. It is the welcome reward after several hours of work. She doesn’t notice her aching back, numb jaw or rough tongue. She just tastes the delicious juice her owner gives her and is happy to be filled by him.
“Did you hear that? I’m supposed to say hello to you from Miss Laval” he says and grins. Remembering her students feels like another life to her, which it is. Before the professor, Sarah was a welcome change from her life. A nice person in a world where niceness meant nothing. Nice doesn’t mean anything in the world she’s in now either, but now Felicia has found something she can really get into.
“Thank you, sir,” she says, caressing the part of the professor that has given her unparalleled physical pleasure. She still likes Sarah but now the girl, her friends and everything else is a part of something that is only there to please the professor. “She’s a good girl.” Felicia really believes that. The girls’ naivety and trust in her teacher remind her of herself, and Felicia also knows she’s intelligent enough to think the thought – and the professor’s plan – further. She just doesn’t feel like it, is fully satisfied with what she already has. Fear of him has given way during the week to fear of what will happen once he is not at her side. The desire has only increased, displacing the insecurity.
“As do you Felicia” praises the professor, stroking her tousled hair under the table. She feels like a little puppy and her bare pussy twitches longingly at the thought. Indeed, the woman under the table has changed, even more than she ever could have in her position in front of the table. She walks more confidently through the corridors of the school, speaks louder and more clearly and no longer puts up with so much from her older colleagues. Word has already spread that the professor has taken her under his wing, and it’s having an effect. People are starting to pay attention to her and she owes it all to the professor’s dick, which is allowed to drive into any of her holes at any time. Giving up her mind and body has made a better woman out of her.
“Than…” But even that is not important. All that matters is his satisfaction, and Felicia is proud as he sinks back into her greedy, straining mouth. But then his voice pierces through the fog of lust that has surrounded her for days and makes her sit up and take notice while blowing him with all she got.
“Jackson, it’s me,” the professor says. Apparently he’s on the phone but that doesn’t distract Felicia from lapping his glans with her tongue and massaging his large balls. “Very good. Infil is complete… Yes, only one, but that will change soon… Of course. Don’t you trust your Lieutenant-Commander anymore?” A laugh comes through the receiver. Felicia closes her eyes and runs her lips along the professor’s length. “Do you need SIGINT?… Oh that’s what you’re about.” Another laugh, then the professor pulls back from her mouth. With her hands between her spread thighs, Felicia looks up past the imposing size of her owner. Wide-eyed, she watches him take the cell phone from his ear and does nothing as he points the lens at her and snaps a photo. The corners of her mouth are wet from her spit and her breasts old and new scratches are clearly visible. The professor listens for a few seconds after sending the photo to someone. “I’ll check in by LANDFALL… All right. Have fun and let them know.” Then he hangs up and looks down at Felicia. “Do you want to know who that was Felicia? Who I just sent that photo to?” He smiles again the way he did the day she fell in love with him. With a wet ‘plop’ Felicia releases the hard cock in her mouth. She frowns thoughtfully, but not without continuing to jerk the cock that is her life now.
“That’s not for me to decide master” she finally says, looking at the professor out of wide eyes.
“Good answer. You’re a fast learner now that you know what’s expected of you.” Felicia smiles happily at her owner and returns to her work, but now feels a hand on the back of her head stroking through her disheveled hair. “I used to be like you,” John then says. Felicia pauses briefly to let the words run through her overworked head. Her master sounds…sad.
“You’re perfect for me” she tries to cheer her master up. He just smirks.
“When I left service, I didn’t know what to do,” he says softly, then chuckles almost innocently. “You almost got lucky. But I found a new job.” The hand begins to stroke through her hair. “I saved myself. Apparently something that hardly anyone manages to do. I no longer have a place in the world you created for me. But that’s the problem with monsters like me. We don’t disappear just because you don’t need us anymore. When there are no more wars to fight, monsters like me have only two choices. Either we disappear quietly into the night and are never seen again until we put a bullet through our skulls, or…” Again he empties into her mouth but this time Felicia only gets a small orgasm. Actually she understands something of what her master wants to tell her.
“Or?” she asks, not being punished for speaking without permission.
“Or we will become a parasite, cancer in your system. You have no power to stop us. Why should we slow ourselves down? I have done so many terrible things for my country, for you. Why should I stop now, when no one can stop me?” The professor shakes his head. “I’ve already come too far for that.” Felicia swallows the last remnants of his juice and looks at John Clark. “No. I’m going to take what’s coming to me. And more.” He pulls her up, lifts her body, trembling with exhaustion and lust, against him, and kisses her intimately. “And much more.”
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