by Writing Shark
Landfall
The two women follow the professor down the nighttime hallways of Hayworth. Sarah shuffles behind her teacher and crosses her arms in front of her lap and lowers her head. Right now, she would do anything to stop the professor from being disappointed in her. A week ago she wouldn’t have thought to behave like this in front of a man, but a lot has changed in the last week. Professor Clark may be harsh, cold and calculating, but Sarah still wants to please him. He has shown her that she has value outside the standardized rules of society and even if the schoolgirl doesn’t know what value, she doesn’t want to lose the favor of the man who gave her all this. She feels good in her role as class president. The pointless fight with Amelia is over, the two girls have even become something like friends under the watchful eye of the professor. Sarah now also understands how Miss Combton feels when she is around the teacher. Nervously, her eyes dart forward to the imposing back of the man who walks through the school without turning around or saying anything, as if he owns everything here. Just before they reach the door that leads the group into the stairwell and then downstairs, Amelia pokes her head out of her room door curiously.
“What’s going on out here?” she asks sleepily but wakes up as soon as the professor looks at her.
“Back to the room,” he orders, and Sarah can only smile nervously at her comrade before she disappears again. Then they are already outside and on their way into the building where Professor Clark has his office. Sarah starts to get scared. She has never broken a rule before, let alone with her own teacher. And that too in front of the professor. She doesn’t know what punishment feels like, and as she realizes how unprepared she is, she desperately looks for someone to hold her up. Of course her eyes wander to Miss Combton but she walks beside Sarah, behind the professor, and is in her own world, has her own problems. In this respect, the two women are alike. Just like Felicia, Sarah is unprepared although she had been told otherwise all her life. And so she seeks protection and encouragement from the only person who can give it to her.
As she looks at the man in front of her, Sarah recognizes something else. It doesn’t really surprise her that she needs his encouragement and support. After all, she has voluntarily chosen him and his path in life. Confused, she wonders why she has chosen a path she is afraid of, a mentor she is afraid of. All week she has been wondering why so many of her classmates are doing the same. Now she has an answer. As she runs after the professor and his appendage, straining to keep up with his military pace, Sarah realizes that she is much more afraid of standing alone again. The fear of the professor is only surpassed by the fear of being back in a system that she knows, but what doesn’t care about her.
The young student knows what happens at Hayworth with girls who do not meet the requirements. She has often seen what Miss Hayworth does to those she believes are not capable of mastering and cultivating the job market and society. Quietly, these girls disappear from the school, are expelled and are no longer there from one day to the next. Sarah had always been afraid of being such a girl, such a disgrace. Now she knows that there is something even worse than that.
And she sees it in the professor’s eyes. Once in his office, he sits down in his comfortable chair and tells Sarah to take a seat in front of him. While Miss Combton scurries around the room intimidated and draws the curtains in front of the windows, the gaze of Mister Clark remains fixed only on the trembling student. His cold eyes rest on her while the dejected girl cannot muster the strength to look him in the eye. The professor eyes the girl until Felicia finishes her work and moves to the left behind him, holding her arms in her lap again and waiting for his orders.
“Well,” he begins, leaning on his elbows, moves closer to Sarah. “that was something new from you Sarah. Two bottles of alcohol.” He waits for a response but none comes. “I expected better than that from one of my class reps.” Disappointed, he shakes his head and that she didn’t please him hurts the student more than if he would’ve yelled at her.
“I-It wasn’t just me…” she murmurs softly. “The others…”
“Not another word Sarah,” growls the professor, who might as well have ripped the girl’s lungs out. “It’s bad enough you’ve disappointed me. But I saw in you a leader. One never betray the group. A leader never put the others in danger just to save himself.” Again he doesn’t shout, he is also very quiet but for Sarah his words make her world shake. “I thought I could count on you.” He sounds almost dejected and that is the worst part for the girl. She was expecting anger and disappointment, not that her teacher would… sound hurt at the thought she couldn’t please him. Feverishly, she thinks about how to make the professor merciful.
“I… I’ll never do it again. A-And I did it alone…” She looks at her teacher who, however, only looks at the floor. “I’ll take the punishment… for the others.” Still, Sarah fervently hopes that her submissiveness earns her points and that this isn’t the end of her new journey.
“How would you know that my little one?” the man asks but Sarah overhears her title.
“I do what you tell me!”
“Like tonight?” Still Professor Clark sounds disappointed and Sarah realizes she can’t get out of the situation that easily.
“I’m so sorry” she whispers and a tear trickles down her cheek. The professor smiles unnoticed, but continues to speak in a disappointed but stern voice.
“I can’t do anything with an apology, Sarah.” The girl just looks at her professor. Her eyes plead for help. She scores such good grades, stands at the top of every test. Now she has no words for a simple sentence. Her head is empty, the only thing in it Professor John Clark. “An apology won’t save you from being kicked out of my class for disobeying school rules. It also doesn’t give you bonus points with me. An apology is just an admission.
“Please…” whimpers Sarah desperately but the professor is already pulling her papers out of a desk drawer. “I can’t… please…” Her lips tremble but that doesn’t move the professor.
“I’m sorry girl. But loyalty is only rewarded when it doesn’t come from selfishness”. Then the man looks at the file and pulls out his pen. “Too bad…” he sighs and Sarah Laval’s heart bursts.
“May I speak sir?” asks Miss Combton and even through her sadness Sarah recognizes the affection in her voice. But the woman is not looking at her but at the man who holds her affection. The professor looks at his subordinate, annoyed at first, but then nods. “The girl is desperate. She doesn’t know what to say to please you. She wants to please you, though. The poor thing just doesn’t know what it’s doing, but the will to please is there. She will submit to you if you allow it.” Shocked, Sarah looks at the woman standing next to the professor. Did Felicia really just say that? It sounds so unbelievable. Submission, the will to please. But when the professor, after a moment’s hesitation, puts aside his pen, Sarah realizes that Felicia has given meaning to her fear.
It’s not just fear she feels when she looks at the professor. If she has learned anything in the last week, it is that fear can also become something like security. The professor is the monster guarding the gates of her world. It tears apart anyone who comes near Sarah, but there is a price to pay. And now she finally understands what price the professor demands. Her head lifts for the first time and she can look into the eyes of the man who shakes her world. Felicia’s words echo around in her empty head, filling Sarah Laval with a new sense.
“All right…” murmurs the teacher, and a slight smile settles over the corners of his mouth as he looks the girl in the eye. “Why did you act like that tonight?” He rests his prominent chin on his hands and waits for an answer. Sarah knows she has no satisfactory solution but what she can still do to please him.
“I don’t know professor. My head is empty. I don’t have any answers. I don’t want to disappoint you. Please tell me what to do.” Never in her life has Sarah thought to say such a thing. It is the worst crime of the Hayworth to have no answer to a question, no solution to manipulate the system. Strong women rely only on themselves, Miss Hayworth always says. To find the best in yourself, to go your own way, to fill yourself with pride, that is the Hayworth’s motto. But Sarah doesn’t know what the best in her is anymore. Certainly not her academic achievements. And what the professor demands she must politely ask. And Sarah doesn’t know what her path is. She doesn’t want to follow the path that Hayworth has revealed to her. She wants to follow the path the professor leads her to. “I don’t know what my purpose is” she mumbles, finally admitting everything that is bothering her. Until a week ago, she didn’t even know about her true fears. As a strong, confident woman, she wasn’t allowed to have fears. It took a man who used fear as a tool for her to recognize her true path.
“That’s a start,” the man in front of her nods appreciatively, and Sarah feels relief as he sets aside his pen to determine her future path. A simple entry in her file and she will no longer be taught by him.
“I want to do better professor” the girl pleads. It is so simple she realizes. All the values she has held on to don’t mean as much as she always thought. And her submission is rewarded by success. “I just don’t know how…”
“So you want to live life the way I do?”
“Yes please…”
“You know what I’m asking Sarah.”
“I’ll give you anything.” It feels so good to finally say it. “I am loyal to you.” As the professor smiles, Sarah realizes another truth that life here has not prepared her for. She doesn’t know what to do when she’s attracted to someone. Not only is the professor the first man in her life to care about her, but he is also beautiful to look at. Following him and submitting to him is easy for Sarah. And so she takes another step willingly.
“I see that not everything I taught you was in vain” acknowledges the man
“No.” Sarah grins broadly though she wants to sound submissive. She sees that she has found the right path and unlike before she is not afraid to follow it. Now she welcomes the fear he eradiates.
“Yet you were unfaithful to me, you betrayed my trust. You broke my rules and showed that I can’t fully rely on you.”
“I want to do better!” exclaims Sarah enthusiastically, now fully into her new role. “Tell me how. I’ll do anything.” The professor leans back in his chair and looks closely at the eager girl before him. For a long minute she writhes under his gaze but this time she can barely stand it.
“We’ll see” he murmurs and a new grin settles on his lips. A grin that Sarah doesn’t know yet and that makes the world go round in front of her eyes. Finally, the teacher continues to speak. His voice pitch leaves no doubt what answer he expects from his girl but she has already decided to fulfill his every wish. “Well, Miss Combton here is helping me with one of my projects, and I would appreciate your… contribution,” says John Clark. Felicia looks at him from the side with astonished eyes. “Maybe it’s time I let you two in on my plans.
“I won’t let you down Sir,” Felicia says clearly but with a lot of excitement in her voice.
“Neither will I,” says Sarah and sits up straighter in her uncomfortable chair. She presses her thighs together and feels the fabric of her long stockings as the professor rises like a mointain and comes around his table. He looks at the two women who first look at each other, then fix their gazes on the man in the room.
“Men like me always have a plan” he begins. “We’re trained to do it. First broken, then put together so we can serve our purpose. We are intelligent, fast, tough, and above all, ruthless. We need that to survive. And survival is what we all want.” The two women nod sheepishly as something mingles in the professor’s voice that Sarah doesn’t know. Felicia has already experienced it and looks forward to every other second. Sarah’s fear is heightened when the professor places his heavy hand on her shoulder. “Your fear is justified, it always has been. I will break you Sarah. Then I will put you together so that you will never have to be afraid again. You will lose much but gain even more.”
“I want that” breathes the girl. She is completely confused. And she is wet. As the professor’s fingers begin to move she feels it. She realizes. The professor is right. He replaces the fear of him with something else. Excitement, tense anticipation of something new.
“It doesn’t matter anymore if you want it, Sarah,” he answers, sounding gentle. Then his fingers brush the edge of her shirt against her neck. The girl gasps for air, but doesn’t think of getting up or even leaving the room. Like a lamb on the sacrificial bench, she waits to see what the professor will do next. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices Felicia beginning to feel herself. “I want power,” John Clark announces to the girls. “All my life I have served so that people like here at this school can live their lives. Now I want something in return for my sacrifices. I’ve lost friends, bled and suffered. And now I want it all. And people will give it to me. You will give it to me.” His hands move further under the fabric of her top and Sarah feels his fingers on her young skin. A shiver runs down her spine but she doesn’t know if from fear or pleasure. “Well done Felicia,” the student hears him say.
“I knew she would be perfect for you Master” the woman grins and opens her blouse. Sarah’s eyes widen as her teacher begins to undress before her eyes.
“What?”
“I’ll start with you two” Professor Clark murmurs in Sarah’s ear and kisses her neck. The young girl closes her eyes and moans. The touches feel so good. “And then I’m going to take your friends first and then the whole school.” Sarah cringes as his fingers wrap around her breasts and squeeze. She can’t help but think of Isabella, Stefanie, and Zoe.
“My friends? That… No…” But she does nothing to resist the teacher’s touch. All scores are forgotten and she accepts his touch on her skin. She wants it. But how can she make her friends do it? “I can’t…”
“Of course you can,” Felicia’s voice rings out. Sarah opens her eyes again. The woman is completely naked and Sarah can’t help but let her eyes slide down her beautiful body. As Professor Clark pulls her uniform off her body, her mouth drops open when she sees the large vibrator Felicia has between her legs. “Nothing is easier than this dear” The trainee teacher looks lovingly at her student while the professor takes off Sarah’s shirt and unhooks her bra with strength. Then her firm little breasts pop out into the open. “And you are perfectly equipped for your new job” Felicia is pleased.
“You’re going to make me a lot of money,” the professor says, looking at the girl. Sarah gets cold at the thought. What does the professor want to do with her? She likes him… maybe there is more… Sarah is too inexperienced in such things. But the professor is asking too much.
“No,” she says but the second hand of the man behind her pushes her back on her chair.
“It’s only natural to resist, dear,” Felicia consoles her, who now reaches behind her back. Spellbound, Sarah watches her face contort as she holds something….
“No…” Felicia holds the dildo she pulled out of her ass in front of her face.
“But it’s the best thing that could happen to you. Just think about it.” She sounds dreamy as she remembers her past life. “All the worries. Gone. All the stress. Gone. The only thing you have to worry about is him.” She hugs the professor and kisses him on the cheek while his cold eyes rest in his student. “John is going to take care of you. Your life is going to be so easy and you’re going to experience so many successes. I didn’t know I had such a strong will to shove such a big dildo up my tight ass until John told me to. You will experience so many victories. You will be strong, beautiful and smart. John will make you what you always wanted to be.”
“And that’s what this school is all about.” With those words, the professor’s hands move down, under her skirt. The student has to bite her lips painfully to keep from moaning out loud.
“Let it happen” Felicia cheers her on as Sarah begins to squirm under her teacher’s skilled hands. “You want it.”
“Don’t you want to help your girlfriends too?” the professor asks as his fingers find their target under her skirt. Sarah can’t keep it from anyone. Everyone hears the wet noises of her pussy as John runs his fingers through it. “Won’t you listen to me and be a leader.” Sarah can’t take it anymore. Her resistance wasn’t strong in the first place but now, with him so near to her, her lust overgrows everything. She falls easily.
“Yes…” the girl gasps out her answer. “Yes!”
“Get up.” The professor lets go of her and Sarah whimpers. No one has ever touched her like this before, not even she herself in this way. Under Felicia’s triumphant gaze, Sarah gets to her shaky feet. “Take your clothes off.” And Sarah obeys. No more thought about her friends or how she ended up in this situation. Of course it was a trap but Sarah doesn’t care. She just wants to feel the professor’s hands on her again. She doesn’t care if that makes her a weak woman. Yes, she feels weak and helpless when he is near her, talking to her, touching her. But doesn’t it make her strong to recognize her needs? She doesn’t care about the answer to this question because the professor embraces her hip and pulls down her skirt along with her panties. Only in shoes and socks she stands in front of the man and the woman. A friend and her teacher. But not anymore.
“Well done dear,” Felicia says and starts playing with her vibrator while licking the dildo that had been stuck in her ass before. Sarah cringes at the sight but John kisses her again on the neck and lets his hands slide between her thighs again, making her forget everything else besides him.
“Look at her Sarah. Does Felicia seem unhappy to you?”
“No,” the girl admits as the professor penetrates her again with his fingers. She didn’t even had a finger inside her but now she feels the professor penetrate all the way to her hymen. “She seems happy.” And Sarah is too. She knows what’s coming next. SHe knows she must resist, fight against him. She knows it is wrong, the cruelest thing. She knows she has lost. She wants it.
“Bend over the table.”
“Yes Professor.” Sarah obeys again, almost tripping over her clothes on the floor and being propped up by the professor. “Thank you,” she whispers shyly and hurries even more to fulfill his wish.
“Go ahead.” His tone is commanding but not angry. Sarah is not afraid. For a short time John leaves her again and Sarah looks over at Felicia who sits down next to her on the table and rams the vibrator wildly into her wet hole. She looks liberated like Sarah has never seen her before. Then she feels the teacher’s hands between her legs again. “Spread your legs.” Sarah obeys. “Stretch back.” Sarah obeys. And then she feels in.
“Professor…:” she gasps. She wants him, needs him. She has chosen her path. His way.
“You’re going to be my first girl,” he tells her, leaving no doubt as to whether she has a choice. But Sarah wants what John wants. She wants to stay in his life. “You’re special. I expect you to be an example to the others. Felicia will educate you but you will lead them.”
“Yes Professor… thank you so much…”
“Good girl.” Then he takes her virginity and makes Sarah what he wants her to be. With one rough thrust he sinks himself into the girl. Sarah cries out in shock and pain, clinch to the table beneath her, shaking, closed eyes, face in sweat agony, but the professor doesn’t care. He has won already.
“Hang on dear. You’ll feel better in a minute” Felicia laughs and accelerates her movements in which she fucks herself. And indeed Sarah soon feels an unknown pleasant sensation deep inside her. She is so full, it hurts. Her body is driven over the table while she feels his hands on her ass and her small breasts flattening on the ground Sarah gets all warm. Her moans get louder and if it was painful at first, it soon turns into something different, better.
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