by Writing Shark
A nightly visit for Stefanie
It’s already late at night but Stefanie Bulgakov has trouble falling asleep, as she does every time. She is already almost asleep, but she does not manage to turn off her head. Thoughts crowd her little brain and don’t let the girl rest while she is huddled under her bed with the sheet pulled over her head. The Russian-born schoolgirl has always had trouble falling asleep, and at Hayworth it hasn’t gotten any better. Too much pressure from her family, especially her father, and being alone have taken a toll on her. She is intelligent enough to understand what is happening to her but not strong enough to do anything about it. This pressure is what drives the girl and holds her back at the same time, making her self-confidence seem tiny even compared to the shy girls of Hayworth. Stefanie functions and that is all her family, the Haywoorth and apparently the world demands of her.
Professor Clark, on the other hand, is quite different but she hasn’t been able to form a picture of him yet. She is too caught up in her ways but she sees how her classmates react to the man and on a logical level she can understand them. And she has also made friends through the professor. Sarah Laval takes good care of her and Stefanie knows it can’t be the other way around. She is too weak for that.
Another proof of her dependence on strong people is the night light that burns next to her bed and that no teacher knows about. The girl is too embarrassed and the only person who knows her weakness is Kasey Wagner, Stafanie’s roommate.
Kaesy is lying in the neighboring bed against the far wall of the room, already snoring softly. The nightlight actually bothers her but at Hayworth you have to stick together and the rigid rules haven’t driven the two girls apart yet. Stefanie has been here for too short a time, but that will change soon and then… Another thought that won’t let her fall asleep. Stefanie pulls her legs even closer together under the covers and nibbles on her fingernails while thinking about the next tests that are coming up and the imminent loss of her friends. Professor Clark doesn’t seem like someone who will understand her weaknesses and Stefanie has no idea how to please him as Sarah seems to have done. The girl has changed lately anyway and that too scares Stefanie Bulgakov. Everything scares her and her father detests her for it, the girl is sure. And she is also afraid of her father.
A soft whimper escapes her throat as it begins to buzz in her head and she listens to the quiet snoring of the other girl in the room. Then her mind wanders again. She would much rather dream of beautiful things, think of beautiful things. But she is too afraid to do so. And so she notices only late that the door to her room has opened and someone has entered. When Stefanie notices the presence, she doesn’t look to see who is there, but just huddles closer and hopes that the person will disappear again. But the quiet footsteps do not move away but come closer. The girl under the covers holds her breath.
“Stefanie?” The young Bulgakov opens her eyes. “Stefanie.” A light hand settles on the fabric and touches her shoulder. Stefanie slowly raises her head. She would like to pretend to sleep but she knows her classmate’s voice.
“Sarah?” she asks softly, pulling the covers back to under the tip of her nose. Sarah Laval is sitting on her bed. The class president is wearing a loose top and black nylon shorts, making her look much more feminine than Stefanie in her gray pajamas. “What are you doing here? You aren’t allowed to be here at night.” Sarah doesn’t look tired at all but her hair is pretty disheveled and she’s a little red in the face as if she just finished an endurance run. She has a strange glint in her eye and looks at Stafanie like the young Russian hasn’t seen before. Sarah’s look worries her and Stefanie sits up and grabs her friend’s hand.
“We are friends, aren’t we?” asks Sarah, smiling a little wider.
“O-Of course,” Stefanie stammers, feeling uncomfortable at the thought Sarah might not see it that way.
“And friends always help each other, right?” Stefanie nods eagerly. “Will you help me?”
“Of course,” Stefanie says quickly. “But with what?” The thought of losing Sarah, as briefly as she’s known her, makes her feel sick. And when the class president smiles happily, the joy spreads to Stefanie’s face as well. The happy smile remains on her face even as Sarah quickly rises, glances briefly over at the snoring Kasey, and then heads for the door. “Sarah?” But Sarah doesn’t answer but hurriedly hops to the door and pulls it open. While Stefanie doesn’t understand, her friend hurriedly tugs at her panties. Stefanie wants to say something, ask what this is all about, but then her breath catches. It grows dark in the door frame as a massive figure blocks the light from outside. Stefanie’s nightlight casts dark shadows on the figure and the Russian girl anxiously sits up, pulling her legs to her body under the covers.
“You were right sir,” Sarah’s awed voice sounds from the doorway as the dark figure pushes its way into the room. “She’s certainly ready.” Stafanie can’t get a sound out and just watches what is happening. She hopes that maybe Kasey will wake up and help her, but she continues to snore in her bed. And Sarah is completely fixated on the dark monster and doesn’t pay attention to her friend while the shadow approaches her more and more.
“Hello Stefanie” sounds a well-known icy voice and a devilish smile slinks out of the shadows into the dim light of Stafanie’s night light.
“P-Professor…” she now recognizes and becomes even more frightened. “W-What are you doing here?” The smile widens and the man leans down to the girl crouching on her bed. Then the mattress is pushed in under his weight and Stefanie is propelled toward the massive body that has sat down beside her without asking. Over his muscular shoulder whose strengths show under his shirt she sees Sarah’s head and her sparkling eyes watching her with an expression Stefanie has often seen on her father’s face. Greed.
“Are you a good student Stefanie?” the teacher asks her threateningly so that Stefanie’s trained reflexes take over.
“Yes, professor.” Her mouth goes dry.
“And do you know what makes good students?” Stefanie tries to remember the Hayworth’s principles but she doesn’t succeed and somehow she doubts the professor wants to hear that. Over his shoulder, Sarah smiles encouragingly at her friend. For Stefanie, there is only one answer that comes to her mind in the face of the professor.
“Obedience… Professor?” He smiles and Stafanie is relieved.
“That’s right. Good girl. And are you a good friend?” Sarah nods eagerly but Stafanie gets scared.
“I… I don’t know… Professor… I think so…”
“What are you saying Sarah? Is Stefanie a good friend to you?” Seeking help, the Russian girl looks at Sarah but she only has eyes for the professor while slinger her petite arm around his frame. Stefanie is too afraid to realize what is going on.
“I don’t know professor,” muses the girl and sits down on the bed too, pushing Stafanie even closer to the professor. “That depends on whether I can rely on her.” The Russian girl gasps for breath.
“You can count on me!” she almost exclaims, startling herself and looking at Kasey who rolls onto her side, snorting. Then she glares at Sarah who pushes past the professor and gets close to Stefanie. With certain energy, she pulls the covers off, exposing Stefanie’s pajamas.
“The problem is this” Sarah muses, playing around with her friend’s shirt while the professor watches them both. “John asked me for something and I thought you could help me please him.” Sarah lifts the pajama shirt up a bit, exposing Stefanie’s belly. The poor girl is paralyzed. “You know how much the professor means to me, right?” Sarah sounds all innocent as her fingers circle around Stafanie’s belly button. The girl nods eagerly and looks to the professor who smiles contentedly but coldly. “The professor needs a girl like you Stefanie,” her friend says and seems happy for the girl. “And I told him that you would help him right away. For him and your friends. That he can count on you. That you’d stay out of trouble and fit in.” Stefanie doesn’t notice how Sarah pulls her shirt up almost under her breasts and just looks at Professor Clark. Then she nods. It’s all she can do.
“Are you the girl Sarah sees in you?” the professor asks quietly, menacingly. And Stefanie nods.
“Good,” Sarah says, leaning over the girl. “Then we can keep being friends. Best friends.” With these words Sarah slips the nightgown over Stefanie’s head and the girl obediently raises her arms to facilitate the process. Only then she realize that she is half naked but there is no room for doubt in her mind.
Next, the professor’s body takes over her entire field of vision and it becomes dark in her world as he lays himself over her. Stefanie follows his movements and feels the sheet on her naked back and the professor’s heavy hand on her stomach. The hand moves lower and lower under her pants until it finally slides over the girl’s unshaven bush. Stefanie holds her breath and doesn’t move while strange fingers stroke through her lower hair and then…
“Professor…” she moans in shock and awe while Sarah grins triumphantly.
“That’s how it all goes for us honey” she whispers, rising and standing wide-legged in the room. Her hands slide under her panties as she watches the two of them on the bed. “We’re all his little sluts. Welcome to the club.” Then she begins to finger herself and Stefanie feels the warmth swell between her young thighs as well in sync with the fear.
Professor Clark proceeds routinely, heating up the girl beneath him with one hand while the other slips down his pants. It’s so easy with these girls and he almost wants a challenge for once but this couldn’t possibly come from the trembling girl under him. Stefanie’s eyes widen, but her legs fight against the pants hanging at her knees. First she thinks of fighting but then she realizes that her legs want to spread for the professor. Quickly the piece of cloth is removed and Stefanie is amazed how willingly she spreads her legs even wider, offering herself for him like… exactly like what he wants from her. Then she feels the pressure his penis exerts on her tight opening and gets scared again but no one in the room pays attention. The professor continues, massaging her small firm breasts and Stefanie surrenders to him as he slowly penetrates her. She loses the fight as she always loses but this time it feels good to surrender. Right.
A short, shrill scream rings out as John thrusts into her. Stafenaie’s body goes all limp but John already knows that and the girl is so tight he doesn’t care what she feels. One way or another she will become his and the day was too successful to show restraint now. Determined, he grabs Stefanie and holds her body in place at her hips while he penetrates her roughly deeper and deeper. Then he starts thrusting and the petite girl under him suddenly comes to life like she is traines already but in reality, it’s her born instincts to a strong man. She looks submissively at him from wide eyes while her body jerks on her small mattress in his rhythm.
“Professor…” she whimpers and John grins dirtily. Even without much of a fight, he’ll never get tired of that, that’s for sure. He enjoys too much the look of a girl being imprinted on him and his cock throbs with arousal in that tight little cunt.
“This is so fucking hot…” breathes Sarah whose legs tremble under her frantic movements. And then a voice sounds from the other end of the room but neither Sarah nor Stefanie are able to answer.
“What’s going on here?” asks Kasey sleepily. Then she too gasps as she recognizes the petite girl’s body beneath the professor. “Professor Clark? What the…?”
“Kelsey,” he says icily without stopping pounding into Stefanie. The girl wraps her petite legs around his body and her arms cross behind his head while Sarah pays no attention to Kasey and continues to run her fingers through her snatch. All the while Stefanie’s whimpers fill the room. “This is none of your business.”
“But…” His iron gaze quickly silences the awakened girl as it always does with this girls.
“I don’t have time for you. You’re still new here. Expelling you from Hayworth wouldn’t take me ten minutes. So lie back down and go back to sleep.” That’s all he has to say and the professor turns back to the whimpering Stefanie while Kasey wordlessly throws the covers over her head. “Stefanie,” Professor Clark says, bringing the girl out of her stupor. “You’re afraid of the dark.”
“Yes, Professor” she whimpers as she feels something inside her she has never felt before. Something big is about to happen.
“You are afraid of your father.” The girl nods. “Shall I tell you what you need to never be afraid again?”
“Yes… Yes… Yes…” The teacher pulls his penis almost all the way out of her twitching cunt and Stefanie moans loudly in unknown frustration. Then he rams it back in, eliciting a shrill scream that the professor stifles with a hand over her mouth. Under her sheets, Kalsey’s eyes widen in pure shock… and something else.
“You just need a tight cunt…” His hands wander. “A hot ass and…” Stefanie nearly blacks out as John Clark kisses her deeply and firmly. “And a sweet mouth.” Then he grabs the girl by the hair but Stefanie already willingly follows the man. Her eyes grow wide as the powerful tip of his cock presses down on her lips. Under the covers of the other bed, Kasey watches the spectacle trough Sarah’s spread and heavy trembling legs as Stefanie begins to gag loudly. “Your father is not dark and dangerous Stefanie,” John says taking his hands to his sides. Stefanie sucks on his thing unassisted and awkwardly while he looks knowingly to the other bed. He pats Stefanie graciously and the girl tries even harder even if she doesn’t know what she’s doing. “Your father’s darkness is nothing compared to mine Stefanie. You’re mine now and you don’t need to be afraid of any darkness in the world anymore.” Coughing and spluttering, the girl tears herself away from his cock.
“Yes Professor!” she coughs, “Thank you so much.” A single tear trickles down her cheek, and then the professor is already pushing her down again and getting between her legs.
From the other bed, Kasey watches as Stefanie is fucked from one orgasm to the next, her twitching legs pushed in the cold air, her hands holding onto the professor and her whimpers silences by his lips, until she remains motionless on the rumpled sheet like a corpse. Sarah, meanwhile, has dropped to her knees and continues to finger herself while the professor gets dressed.
“Did you come?” the class president asks eagerly, her voice hoarse and her eyes fixated on her true love.
“Maybe if she tries harder” mumbles the teacher, looking down at Stefanie’s deeply sleeping body. The main thing is that he fucked her properly. And for the rest…
“I always try hard for you sir,” says Sarah and Kelsey watches the game while her fingers slide under the covers between her legs. Professor Clark looks over at the pile of sheets and grins darkly.
“Aren’t you tired?” he asks his top student.
“For you, I’ll stay awake as long as you like sir.” The professor smiles.
“You deserve a reward for your loyalty,” he says and leads the girl out of the room without turning around again. He leaves Kalsey excited and afraid but none of the feelings have any place in the room tonight as Kelsey moans out her orgasm and then goes back to sleep ashamed and confused.
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