by Writing Shark
New realities
Sarah Laval is in heaven. Her whole body twitches as her professor takes her hard from behind. She still feels the fear and knows that she is being raped. Her small breasts are numb and rubbing against the tabletop while her teacher has grabbed her arms and pulled them back as he sinks into her again and again. Sarah is not thinking about the situation she is in, in fact, she is not thinking at all. She is just clear enough in her head to realize that she lets her teacher do whatever he wants with her. Does that make her a slut? But finding the answer is too hard as a pressure builds inside her that she doesn’t know. Her eyes go wide as she realises he does something to her no other boy or girl has ever done.
“Professor…” she turns to the only one she still trusts to take care of her. Sarah can’t take care of herself. She just lies on the table and stares at the drawn curtains while she gives her bode and hopefully even more over to John. She turns to him to explain to her what is happening and he gives her an answer. His hands close even tighter around her limp arms, pulling her up and holding her upright. Her small breast wave freely and feel so womanly in this way.
“Keep it up” Felicia cheers who rams the vibrator inside her with both hands now, legs spread as wide she can, and watches with fire in her eyes as her favorite student is showed the ropes. “You’re doing great. Forget about the pain. Your reward is coming soon.”
“Yes, please!” Sarah’s mouth drops open. She feels the professor deep inside her. He is so big. She has never felt so filled, so complete. “This is so good!” She doesn’t recognize her own voice. Is what she’s saying the truth? But Sarah Laval is no longer capable of complicated thought. Sex feels so good. And being at his mercy doesn’t worry her at all. The fear and the knowledge of what’s happening to her are fucked away by him and he takes care of her as nobody could ever do.
“Good girl,” he praises her, and Sarah winces under him, happy she made it right. She throws her head back, wants to show him how good of a student she is.
“Professor… Please…” Her hair hangs in front of her eyes, her young breasts tingle, her skin is warm and sweaty. Every time her teacher thrusts into her, her greedy cunt smacks. Sarah knows she is enjoying it, it can’t be otherwise. She enjoys the sex. She enjoys the fear, enjoys submitting. She feels safe and useful, complete and mature.
“I’ll take care of you from now on” her teacher murmurs in her ear, kissing her neck and giving her the thing she always wanted without knowing. But the professor knows. He knows best.
“Thank you…” Sarah is in delirium. Everything is spinning before her eyes but John is so calm and in control. He handles her like he don nothing other in his life. ThenFelicia rolls her eyes and squirts at Sarah from the side. Her white blouse gets wet but the student doesn’t care, the garment just hangs uselessly from her shoulders while she feels the warm liquid on her body. It’s all so depraved, ruthless and brutal. Sarah had imagined her first time quite differently. She was afraid of the pain, but all she feels now is the pain of her muscles demanding more and more, and the fear that it might be over sometime. Professor Clark washes away everything Sarah didn’t like about herself and what’s left is… someone happy. As she understands this, something inside Sarah awakens. “More…” she gasps, literally feeling the grin behind her. “I want more!” She hasn’t come yet but she knows that’s the professor’s goal. She feels weak and under pressure. But that’s what turns her on. She’s never thought about what she might find great during sex but the professor knows. And she’s so close. She feels it inside her, this unknown burning, the lust. Next to her, Felicia greedily rams the vibrator into her mouth and sucks off her juices but Mister Clark slows his pace. A whimper escapes Sarah’s throat as her attention is drawn back to the man in the room, away from >Felicia who isn’t important.
“That wasn’t very nice girl” her teacher admonishes her. “That’s no way to talk to me.” Slowly he withdraws from her quivering cunt until only his powerful tip remains in her twitching hole. Quickly, the girl throws her head back, her body followes, trying to impale itself again and find the reason why she is here. She is beautiful and smart, the professor has already seen that in her. That she is a fantastic fuck he was aware of since day one. Now he tests her submissiveness.
“Please Professor,” Sarah pleads, only half playing her desperation. She knows what he’s asking of her and throws everything she’s got at it. “Please keep fucking me!” I-I’m not worth it, I know. But I can learn. Make of me what you want. Take ma and make me your own. I will do everything for you fucking me.” Her voice breaks but it doesn’t help. With a cold grin, John leaves her and Sarah falls weakly on his table, unrestrained and lonely. She has made a mistake she understand. Has putten her desire over his pleasure.
“That’s not good enough. Show me how smart you are girl.” It’s a challenge. He knows Sarah can do it and she wants to please him, need it. But she has no experience. Without the professor’s support, she slowly slides off the table and comes to crouch miserably at his feet. Pleading, she looks up at him.
“Please professor. I’ll do anything you tell me. I just want…” She breaks off and looks up at her teacher with wide, lust-filled fearful eyes. Even Felicia pauses with her fingers in her mouth, watching the two while sucking anything that resembles his cock. The trainee teacher sits on the chair Sarah had been sitting on until recently, has her legs spread wide and presents what she has to the world. She shows no shame and knows her place. Sarah looks up at the Professor again. From down here he looks so powerful, more powerful than usual, demanding and knowing.
“What do you want?” He grins as his cock towers tantalizingly before her, calling her with his might and the promise of pleasure and comfort. It’s powerful and wet from her juices, making it hard to think for the poor girl.
“I… I need you, professor, I know it now. It… It doesn’t matter what I want. It doesn’t matter what I want! I just need your cock inside me so badly. Professor… Sir… Please! You feel so good… I… I can’t take it without you. I’ll do anything for you. A-And ev…even when you… decide to don’t… I’ll do anything. Just for you… SIr… please.” Sarah doesn’t really know what she’s saying. She just knows that she finally needs release and only the professor can give it to her. She babbles out whatever comes from her overloaded mind in the hope John would make it right. Only he can make her happy, even if it means to not have it inside her. He counts. And for that, he deserves her best, worst and naughtiest. “I-I’ll take what you give to me and ask for nothing more. I love y…” But she thinks he doesn’t want to hear it from her. What can she give him what he can’t take himself from her. “I live for you. Take what you want.”
“Good girl,” he says finally, smiling almost fatherly. “You really are as smart as everyone says.” Sarah crawls to him on bare knees, shovels over the floor. Her skirt is sagging over her butt, her panties lying forgotten somewhere in the office. Sarah wraps her arms around her rapist, his cock resting heavily on her shoulder. He smells so good.
“Thank you, professor,” the girl murmurs. “Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for making me complete. A-And thank you for y-your… c… cock.” She feels his hand on her head and it seems almost tender. Then a drop of liquid running down her thigh and she bites her lips. “I-I don’t know what to do. Tell me what to do, please.” She looks up at him and now she is not playing her lust and submissiveness. “I want to work for my reward. Please be so kind and show me how I can earn it… if you would be so nice to give it to me.”
That’s all so simple, Professor Clark thinks to himself not for the first time as he looks into his student’s greedy face. She crouches at his feet, clinging to him, not letting go. She wants him, needs him. At this point it would destroy her if he leaves her now. But John Clark isn’t cruel. Her body is bruised. John didn’t hold back and showed the girl where her place was. But now, with her at his feet, almost worshipping him, no actually doing it, filling the void inside of her with him in all the possible ways, John wonders if his hard hand was even necessary here. Beside him, Felicia craves his touch but knows she must obey him. As with her, he sees the lust in Sarah’s eyes. Not only for his cock but also… for him. At his age he could be a father too, his daughter not much older than Sarah is now. His life’s work is to protect the people of his land, now including the girl who wraps her dainty hands around his spear, quivering and smiling with pride and nervousness. She can barely grasp it, but tries anyway and looks intently at his piece, figuring out a way to please him. She looks so helpless and innocent, red welts and what is sure to become a bruise are marked on her skin. But she looks so happy. She feels safe around him.
John Clark once watched an entire village slaughtered by insurgents. Men, women and children. The men had to watch the women being raped. War is always horrible and the only thing that kept John from turning his weapon on himself was the certainty that his actions would spare girls in his country that fate. After serving in USSOCOM, he was recruited by the CIA. There, the veteran soldier was turned into something else. SAD was no longer about what he had sworn to do as a soldier. Here he had been the one who had committed the crimes. Here he had learned the craft which he now intends to implement. He did it for his country and even now he knows he does the right thing. Sara wasn’t happy before, how could she?
While Sarah opens her mouth as wide as possible, sticking out her tongue and her eyes wide, he slowly pushes his cock down her throat. He knows that the girl is inexperienced and something in him wants to make her first time today as pleasant as possible. But life is not pleasant. It is a string of bad, unfair and brutal experiences. Yes, Sarah could be his daughter, but John Clark would be a bad father if he didn’t prepare his daughter for real life. Gently he puts his hands on the back of her head and the girl looks at him questioningly but so eager to satisfy. She has absorbed maybe a third of him and is already struggling with the rest, choking and gargling.
“Relax girl” John murmurs and manages a smile. “Just take it easy and be nice.” Then he presses further into her. No use protecting her from what he’s about to do, and better he shows her how it’s done than some drunk boy. All his life he has fought, wrestled, killed and suffered and now it’s his turn. Choking under him, Sarah raises her hands to grab something, fearing the lag of air which she soon will be grown used to. “Take it easy,” he admonishes her and she lets him lead her, her arms sagging useless down her body into her crotch. “Fight.” And Sarah obeys. Her eyes water, she breathes wildly through her nose, then finally John penetrates her throat and Sarah is left breathless. She tenses, every muscle is hard as metal. But she fight for him and makes him so proud. Her cheeks turn red and her eyes twist but she handles herself well. At first John wants to pull back out of an instinct even he has still left in him, but when he pauses for a moment the young girl pushes herself onto his hard-on herself. She is so desperate to show him her worth that she hurts herself for him. Choking, her throat tightens but finally John feels her wet and tense chin against his heavy balls. He waits two seconds, three, then four. “Keep it up. Good Girl! Keep going. Just a bit longer… shit you are perfect.” Then he quickly pulls out of her. Sarah drops to all fours, coughing and choking. Drool and slime fall from her lips to the floor and her hair is disheveled by the professor’s paws. She doesn’t see his proud look and John is glad that Felicia is already broken. He doesn’t like to show weakness in front of others, but Sarah is actually his best student.
“Thank you, professor,” she says, no fear in her raspy voice. She looks at him out of wet eyes, red and confused… and smiles.
“I’m… I’m so proud of you,” he says, biting his tongue. He can’t afford weakness. Weakness kills. “Felicia.”
“Yes sir!” The young woman literally jumps from her chair and follows his brief nod. She drops to her knees in front of Sarah and licks up the slime running from the girl’s mouth. The student watches in unknown horror as her teacher crawls around on all fours like a bitch and licks her juices off the dirty carpet under her body. Satisfied, John watches as Felicia chums up to him but also notices the questioning, curious look on his student’s face.
“You are responsible for what you do.”
“Yes Professor.” Sarah seems almost happy as she sits back down. She can please the professor in what she does and it is so easy. Felicia is all in her submissive world but Sarah is so far fixated on the professor that she notices him pull out his cell phone and take pictures of the two women bent over the remains of Sarah’s blowjob. The two women slurp eagerly until the carpet is acceptably clean.
“How… How was I… Professor?” Sarah swallows once, not caring at all about the taste in her mouth. She just looks at her teacher and is desperate for a good grade more than ever in her life.
“We’re not done yet” he replies, looking down at Felicia. “Get the things for Miss Laval while I get our newest girl settled in.”
“Yes sir!” Felicia rushes naked out of the room to her office while Sarah squats half naked in the room, looking up at the professor with wide eyes eagerly.
“Sit on the table and take off all your clothes.”
“Yes Professor.” Sarah’s fingers tremble with excitement as she tries to do both tasks at once. She can’t do it, though, and has to sit down first. Her bare bottom twitches under the cool wood but then she gets all warm as she feels his hands on her. Quickly but not really roughly he takes off her wrinkled shirt. Her bra is just hanging off one shoulder for Sarah and she giggles excitedly as he pulls it over her shoulder.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he asks as he moves her into position on his table. As if of her own accord, the young girl spreads her thighs. Her long socks have already slipped a bit and one sneaker almost dropped during her wantoned rape, now dangling on her food, held by pure luck.
“Mmm… yes professor.” Sarah chews her lower lip. “That’s what you want me to do, isn’t it?” The teacher just looks at the student while taking off his shirt. He looks so handsome, muscular. But Sarah also notices the scars. “That I enjoy it… for you.” The professor looks at the girl with pity.
“It’s not about fun Sarah,” he says and grabs his cock with one hand. He approaches the girl and places it in her slender fingers like a gift. Sarah listens intently to the man, but feels the lust for his cock at the edges of her consciousness. “It’s about you making me a lot of money for me” explains the professor. Sarah nods.
“I won’t let you down professor.” And indeed the man has to smile.
“I know.” Then he pushes himself into her tight cunt, bit by bit and Sarah almost loses consciousness from horniness. Moaning, she wraps her arms around her teacher as he drills into her. “And it is good for your now job to like what you do.”
“Yes! Oh God yes! This is so good professor… you feel so good inside me…”
“Not everyone will do that girl” he admonishes her “But I know you are up to the task.”
“I… will make you… proud… make…” the girl gasps under his powerful thrusts. Her trembling arms close around his neck, holding herself up to him, for him, making it easy for him to penetrate her. “Please… kiss me… please Professor…” With a grin he complies with her request and as their lips touch Sarah comes to her first orgasm. As she jerks beneath him, Professor John notices that his student is quietly experiencing her climax and has to stifle a laugh. A high-pitched whimper escapes her throat as she looks into his eyes in near panic. He strains a little more, changes his angle and rubs her clit and her G-spot at the same time with his big part. If he’s going to downgrade the girl to a pleasure object, her first time should at least be something special. Professor Clark is not inhuman. Sarah Laval is the best proof of that. Involuntarily, she wraps her legs around him and without thinking too much, John lifts her light body from the tabletop. Like a doll he lifts her on his cock while she covers his neck with hot kisses and whimpers praises and thanks.
While Felicia comes back into the office with a shoulder bag the two are already doing it again. The young trainee teacher watches spellbound as Sarah is shaped even further by the professor. It seems her student doesn’t mind sucking his cock shortly after it slips out of her wet pussy. She tastes herself but her mind is too clouded to let the thought of naughtiness pass through. All she wants is that moment of closeness and devotion to never end. She also shows no shyness to take humiliating positions. Her leg held high up in the air, Feliciafilming every aspect of her defloration and the small stream of blood out of her pussy. Te Professor holding her um, her legs cramped, fucking her in her again while bobbing her up and down. On the ground, digging into her wet folds while her nails dig marks into the carpet. The professor elicits some foul language from her which the hardworking student soon develops into real master class in dirty talk. Only when he applies his piston to her tight butt does she briefly show concern.
“It’s not about your pleasure Sarah” John explains to her again and the girl nods drunk on pleasure and lost in time. “Find a way to deal with it.”
“Will you stay with me?” she just asks and gets his cock pushed into her ass in response. Trembling, the exhausted girl experiences her second orgasm only be the thought of her making him happy. Felicia is allowed to squat between her legs while Sarah squirts in her face with red cheeks on her third climax, stronger than before. It lasts longer than the others as she sees Felicia drenched in her cum and the professor mumbles praises in her ear.
After several hours, Professor John Clark has finally had enough. He examines the heavily breathing girl lying curled up on his carpet like a used doll. She has come at least five times, definitely enough to give her a taste of her new life and the currency with which she pays the professor with. And judging by the smile on her face, she liked it.
“Felicia,” he says to his slave. “Take her back to her room and show her what to do while on the way.” With that he points to the bag and Felicia nods eagerly. She helps the girl to her wobbly feet. Sarah is too weak to dress herself, so the professor’s eager accomplice takes over. While she is being dressed, the girl keeps looking in his direction. He too slips on his clothes and meets the eyes of his first girl among many.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, managing not to make a face. He doesn’t want her to see what he feels.
“Was… Was I good? Satisfactory?”
“You have a cunt, an ass, and a mouth. Plus two working hands… Yeah… I think you have everything I need.” The girl looks relieved while swaying under Felicia’s movements. “Besides, you’re smart. You’ll become very valuable to me because you know what’s important.”
“Loyalty to you Professor.” Before he says anything else wrong, the professor nods at Felicia.
“Get her out of here. It’s getting late.”
“Yes, Professor.”
“And Sarah?”
“Yes Professor Clark?” The girl’s eyes lit up. Too easy.
“I expect you to be as perfect in every one of your assignments as you were tonight. I believe in you. You have a choice between two lives now. I hope you make the right decision.” Of course, that’s a lie, but a necessary one. There is no question of Sarah changing her mind now, but John has arranged and planned everything so that the girl’s decision will only lead to a path that will benefit them both. And judging by the shy smile she gives him before Felicia escorts her out of the office, Sarah has already made up her mind. “Good luck, lamb,” the professor mumbles, pulling his pants up.
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