by Writing Shark
Love the art
As the bell rings for the end of class, most of the girls rush out of the classroom in good spirits, looking forward to their free time that day. Professor Clark has been especially accommodating today, assigning only mild homework, and many girls say goodbye to him personally with a curtsy and a smile. Sarah and her friends also hurry out of the room, only Riley gives her roommate a glance, but then turns away from her and hurries after her friends. Cecilia Langdon sits alone in her seat, unable to raise her head or look up. She plays with her fingers and is in her own world.
Everything hurts. Her bums and her… opening down there. She knows that she was raped and she knows that she liked it anyway. While in her head these two opposites are fighting with each other, it doesn’t even occur to her to report the incident, just as the professor had predicted. She also knows what happened to her, but the young girl still can’t think about it. She still feels the man’s hands on her body, his… penis inside her and his breath on her skin. It is awful… and beautiful. Cecilia shivers while Professor Clark quietly packs up his things. Now that Felicia is not here, he has to take care of his own things and he wants her back with him soon. It sucks to have to carry his own bag. He looks at the girl who looks quite presentable in her school uniform but has a terrible aura about her. Time to change that and welcome her into the family.
“Cecilia.” The girl immediately rises without looking up and shuffles over to him. Wordlessly he hands her the bag and wordlessly she takes it. Then she follows him outside into the hallway. All the way into his office he says nothing and she does not speak.
“Professor Clark!” Only one person on Hayworth dares to call out his name without his dick inside.
“Miss Hayworth,” the man greets and stops, the student he raped right behind him. It only takes one word from Cecilia and he’s done for. John Clark has never been so close to the abyss. But he smiles, knowing what he can count on in the world.
“Where’s Miss Combton?” The older woman doesn’t care a bit about the pile of misery named Cecilia Langdon behind him, and the girl is too intimidated and just stands shyly next to her teacher. Surely she has gotten herself a punishment and so Miss Hayworth pays her no attention.
“I’m afraid my assistant is still sick,” the professor says apologetically. “It’s my fault. I took a hard toll on her the last days.”
“If you’d like a replacement, Miss Haselton is a natural.” Not a question about Felicia’s well-being.
“It would break Miss Combton’s heart.” But Miss Hayworth can always be counted on.
“This is not about things we like Mister Clark I thought you knew that. I’m not interested in apologies.”
“Yes Miss Hayworth,” the soldier replies dutifully, suppressing a grin. The woman wrinkles her nose.
“You’re still doing your job I see.” Again, she does not look at her student. The teacher nods.
“That and more Miss Hayworth, I am very grateful to work here. No other academy offers me the opportunities and resources that Hayworth can. In return, I work harder than I have to.”
“That’s commendable Mister Clark.” A genuine smile, amazing. “That’s all I ask of you. Have a good day.” Mister Clark returns the greeting and Miss Hayworth heads off to another appointment while leaving Cecilia with her rapist.
“See Cecilia?” The professor drags the girl to his office. “This is the world I want to get you out of.” Cecilia doesn’t answer, but looks up at the man who leads her through the hallways and then through the door into his office.
“So, what do you have to say?” John looks at his student piercingly. As if of her own accord, she has moved to stand in front of his desk. It’s a reflex, just like the submissive posture.
“Nothing, Professor.” His laugh is cheeky.
“Come on girls. I thought you were all so intelligent and articulate here.”
“You…you r-raped me…”
“And you enjoyed it” comes the reply to the unfinished statement. “Very much so, in fact, as I suspect. Anyway, you were pretty wet between the legs.” He grunts. “Only Sarah was wetter.” Cecilia cocks her head.
“You have her too…”
“Of course.” The sky is blue. Professor Clark rapes girls.
“You… you’re a monster.” It amuses the teacher that none of the girls actually accuse him. Rather, it’s the realization that seems to shock them.
“Yeah, okay, I deserved that.” He looks at her out of his steely eyes. “But so do you little one. You girls would rather have a wolf than a lamb by your side.” Cecilia doesn’t understand. She knows she must be angry, shocked. But she just listens to the professor. “A lamb can’t protect you. A wolf can.” He shrugs. “But a wolf is dangerous. Cecilia, do you know how to tame a wolf?”
“N-no… P-Professor… I…” She swallows hard. She didn’t see Professor Clark as a wolf and that’s what she gets for it now. Her teacher waves her around the table and she follows the instruction without thinking about it. As she looks at the monitor on the laptop, her eyes widen.
“You give the wolf something to eat. Then you have a tame monster.”
On the screen, various life feeds run simultaneously in different windows. Cecilia gasps as she sees the extent of the professor’s atrocities. On the first feed, Amelia and Sarah lie arm in arm. They should be doing homework, but instead are caressing each other and have their hands between each other’s legs. In the other picture, Isabella is playfully licking a dildo while her panties are hanging between her legs. Riley is the wildest in the third feed, fingering herself hard while experimenting with her breasts and grinning wildly at the camera. Cecilia slaps her hands in front of her mouth.
“My God…” she gasps, but can’t take her eyes off the pictures. “You can’t do that…”
“True. But I’m doing it. I’m a wolf.” The professor slowly rises and stands behind the trembling schoolgirl in her uniform. The schoolgirl doesn’t know what to do. Her mind is blank and the images too tempting. “You like it” the teacher recognizes grinning contentedly.
“No… I ah!” It hurts but she lets his fingers go under her panties and rage between her legs. Professor Clark is rough and firm, he knows what he wants and he takes it.
“You are wet Cecilia, once again. It seems to me that you enjoy seeing your classmates like this.”
“No!” But her butt pushes toward his hand. Miss Langdon is wholly unprepared for the feelings the professor arouses in her. Desperate for a way out, she finds it in her knowledge and so falls into the trap. “You can hardly see anything…” she whispers. “I mean, uh, they’re just boring videos. Nothing special.” Sure enough, the professor’s hand pulls back. Startled, the girl realizes who she has challenged. The thought of the professor makes her turn away from the monitor. He looks at her sternly and Cecilia feels dizzy. His eyes pierce her and she feels unsure.
“Take off your panties and open your blouse,” he says coldly and Cecilia obeys immediately. Everything in her head screams she should disobey him. It’s not rape if she does it willingly. But a lustful scream from Riley makes her head spin around. The girl’s body has slipped half out of the camera’s field of view and all you can see is a twitching butt and wildly twitching fingers between her trembling legs. A heavy hand goes between Cecilia’s shoulder blades and she follows the instruction without John having to apply much pressure. She bends over the table, her face in front of the screen on which her classmates are pleasuring themselves. Her entire field of vision is taken up by skin, sweat and private parts.
“Professor… please…” She doesn’t know what she’s asking him to do. Then she cries out briefly. Again he is not gentle, takes what he wants. But this time the girl spreads her legs a little more.
“What would you do differently?” he asks as he buries his hand in her hair and pushes her head toward the monitor.
“W-what…?” she gasps as her vision blurs. Never before has Cecilia experienced these feelings and beneath the pain is something she knows, loves and fears. Beneath the humiliation and fear, something stirs.
“What would you do differently with the cams?” The professor doesn’t sound strained. “My girls are pretty and obedient but understand as much about media as they do about the outside world.” He leans over Cecila, buries her under him, and his free hand plays with her breasts. The girl breathes faster as she watches Sarah dive between Amelia’s legs, a cheeky grin on her face.
“I would… oh god… I would… more angles… better… Technique… ha… ha… I would… film it myself.” What was she saying? The professor pulls her up by her curly hair, pressing her against his body and his cock into her. Cecilia jerks and pushes her back through, all on her own.
“Are you telling me you could film it better than the girls?”
“Yes… Oh God… yes…”
“You’re a little pervert, I’ve always known that.” The mockery only drives the schoolgirl harder. Is this what she wants? Is this rape? “Do you want to join in?” Everything blurs before Cecilia’s eyes. She doesn’t want to ‘join in’, whatever that means… does she? She doesn’t want to participate in the exploitation of other, innocent girls. But the girls seem to want to… And Cecilia is finding it harder and harder to tell right from wrong. There is only the cock inside her, the professor and his words that make more and more sense. “You could let your perversion run wild. Do what you wanted as long as I approved it. You could help the girls realize their true potential and blossom yourself in the process.”
“Yes…”
“You could combine your passion for filming and photography with your… new passion.”
“New passion?” The professor pauses to pump into her and Cecilia knows what he means. No, it’s not rape. And even if it were, by now she wouldn’t care. She rocks back and forth on her petite legs, feeling the professor inside her.
“Willing little bitch,” the man grunts, increasing the pace. It doesn’t take long and Cecilia comes again. Two orgasms in one day would have to be enough to make the girl compliant. Otherwise, he still has the photos. But when he looks at the petite body lying on his desk, breathing sheerly, that won’t be necessary. Still, he is a man of caution. He spins the girl around, pulls out her camera and snaps a few pictures of the exhausted student. Then he pulls the memory card out of the Nikon, replaces it with a new, blank one, and reaches it out to the girl who is struggling to get dressed. “Go to the girls and make it look better” he orders and Cecilia nods and makes the curtsy. “It won’t take long and it will feel normal,” he tells her and grins when he sees the expression on her face. She’ll be back for more.
“Cecilia!” exclaims Riley startled as the girl suddenly stands in the room. The still inexperienced girl forgot to lock her door and only pulled a thin curtain in front of her bunk bed which Cecilia now just pulled aside. “What are you doing?”
“You’re doing it all wrong” the other girl simply says and Riley looks questioningly at her roommate. She’s getting anxious should the professor be disappointed in her. But most of all, he would be very angry if she revealed the secret that surrounds them all.
“Wait… what?” Cecilia kneels with one leg on the mattress and Riley sees that her blouse is unbuttoned. All at once, fear turns to anticipation. Her roommate is now part of the group, too.
“The professor said I should spice up your videos a bit.” A shy smile crosses Cecilia’s face.
“Did he… with you…” The student nods, not really looking outraged. Riley pulls down her loose fitting shirt a little more. She knows the videos go straight to the professor and he doesn’t like it when the action is interrupted.
To assuage his lust, the professor has brought Isabella into the office. While the girl gasps and chokes on his cock, he looks at Cecilia’s work. And it is indeed work. Riley’s little webcam now captures most of the room and now serves only for observation while Riley slowly and tenderly strokes herself for Cecilia. The art-loving student has found an obedient model to try different things on in the just freshly trained Riley. It does not take long and the comments become commands that Riley carefully follows. Both girls are still inexperienced, but the professor knows that this will change with time and strokes Isabella’s head, who tries hard to swallow his boner whole.
“Rub yourself faster and spread your legs more” comes the instructions from the speaker. After that comes moaning. But the camera work is really good for a young girl. Riley presents herself in full glory and smiles into the lens while Cecilia takes advantage of all the space. While Riley lies completely naked in the middle of the room on the floor, one hand between her legs, the other behind her head, Cecilia meanwhile wears only her white shirt which is wide open and reveals the view of her stiff nipples.
The professor wonders how long it will last as he feels Isabella’s tongue on his cock. The girl looks up at him from faithful eyes while he pays her just a little attention. Rather, the teacher wonders how much longer it will be before the two girls are all over each other on his monitor. But Cecilia remains steadfast and concentrates on filming. This makes the teacher proud but still… He grabs Isabella’s head, presses himself deep into her and empties himself relaxed in her throat while the girl twitches under him. After a while she comes up snorting and with her face smeared.
“Was I good professor?” she asks with a soft smile. Her teacher throws her a towel.
“Get dressed and send Amelia to me. Then take Sarah to Riley.”
“Yes sir” the girl nods and fixes her outfit.
“Let’s see what it takes to make a lesbian out of this little one.”
A few minutes later there is a tentative knock on the door and Professor Clark lets Amelia enter.
“Professor.” A curtsy as usual. She is not surprised that the man is naked, nor that he does not give her a glance. Just then the other two girls appear for Cecilia’s film session. Professor Clark points to his cock and Amelia giggles happily as she pulls down her panties under her blue skirt and then sits down on her lover’s lap with her legs wide apart. Together the two watch as Cecilia’s dams break as Sarah pulls her down to her and Riley while Isabella fingers the professor’s juice from her hole and smears it all over her friends’ faces. Soon Cecilia does the same and already John has added a factor to the marketing point.
Writing Shark 