Category: Bad Boy

by Writing Shark

New friends

The next Monday has arrived and a new week begins at Hayworth Academy. Everything is the same, the students are well-behaved, hard-working, get good grades, laugh and study. But some things are different. A male figure strolls through the corridors of the time-honored academy for girls, surrounded by a bubble into which no one dares to enter. Behind him is a petite woman with her head down and an absent smile. The man feels at home here by now, greeting a few students and teachers, chatting with them and sharing little snippets of his knowledge outside the classroom. The girls like him, but also often blush when he looks at them. Nervous giggles surround him and every student has hopes his eyes would land on her just for once. But this privilege is reserved only for one girl. Sarah Laval has also changed, inside and out. The first thing her classmates notice is the time the girl spends in her room while her friends are already gathering in the schoolyard. Sarah is now late to class and is often the last to arrive, but Mister Clark doesn’t seem to mind, as the student shows a superhuman devotion to her classmates in his lessons. A role he expects her to play as class president.

Nobody knows that Sarah has already sent several dirty videos to her teacher in her alone time. It’s a secret between her, him and Miss Combton that binds them closer than Sarah had dreamed of. And she likes it. Mr. Clark himself is surprised at the amount and length of the videos Sarah has been sending to his PC for such a short time, but he won’t stop the girl. Why should he? He wasn’t lying when he said he would show them all what they are really there for. Then he sees a problem coming across the aisle, but only a small one. And problems are opportunities in disguise.

“Professor Clark?” It’s Amelia who leads the group but by now it’s no surprise she’s leading Sarah’s friends. The dynamic in the class has changed and will continue to do so.

“Amelia,” the professor greets. “How can I help you.” He smiles his best smile that he reserves only for the girls in his class and as always, it had an effect.

“May we speak to you for a moment?” The professor nods. He doesn’t have to worry about uninvited eavesdroppers; none of the girls, and hardly any of the teachers, would dare to stop beside him. “It’s about Sarah. She’s acting so weird right now.”

“Weird?”

“We don’t know her like that” Isabella says. “She’s late to class, she doesn’t hang out with us anymore, she’s secretive…”

“It’s only been a weekend, right?”

“But that was…” If Riley Kirkland can’t keep talking it must be something serious. But John, of course, knows what’s going on in her pretty little head.

“Only since I brought her into my office” John finishes the sentence for Riley. She just nods. Actually a brave girl but still already fallen. “I made it clear to Miss Laval what I expect from a leader under my command and gave her a few extra tasks as punishment.” The video with Amelia and Sarah was so hot that he emptied himself deep down the throat of his trainee teacher, who stood silently a step behind him, waiting artfully. “And besides, she told you that she’ll show you what she’s doing to be allowed to call me by my first name.” The girls in front of him freeze into a pillar of salt.

“How…” Amelia wants to know, who actually wanted to keep this a secret. The professor would have allowed that too, after all, it’s in line with his plan. Divide and conquer. But everything is going so well and Sarah is learning so fast that even the professor is getting impatient. That Sarah’s friends hear his words is only good for him.

“Sarah has no secrets from me Amelia” he explains and his voice becomes a shade colder. “And I hope you don’t either?”

“No, Professor!” the girl shouts and tightens up. By now, no one in the hallway is turning around at such a display of obedience. The other girls also tighten up, especially Isabella and Stefanie.

“Good girl,” John then praises, shaping the clay even further. “You’re smart. You’ll find a way.” He looks at the group. “For the others, too.” The girls all do the now-learned curtsy and say goodbye. There are still twenty minutes before first period begins and the students have their free time. The professor saunters into his office, turns on the PC, and watches Sarah’s latest stream. This time she experiments with squatting on all fours, resting her head on the sheets, and presenting her butt to the camera. Proudly John watches as she rams the dildo into her cunt wilder and faster while her finger is already circling over her rear opening.

“She’s a fast learner Master” Felicia murmurs as she humbly sorts through her paperwork for the day.

“You’ve taught her well,” John says without looking at her. “In a few days you can show her anal.”

“Yes Master.” Felicia is already getting wet at the thought and has to squeeze her thighs together to keep his juice from running out of her.

“Today you will lead the class” he then says and Felicia looks at him questioningly. “I’ll be a little late for class.”

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As Professor Clark prepares for the day, something else is going on in the minds of Sarah’s friends.

“I’m going to go check on her,” Amelia says.

“We’d better do that,” Riley counters, somewhat defiantly. “We’re her friends.”

“But I’m the class president,” Amelia says, not sounding angry. “I’ve grown to really like her. I don’t mean her any harm.”

“You just want to please Professor Clark,” Isabella says defiantly, cringing to herself. “Sorry. I’m just worried.”

“Then let me help. Class is about to start and as class president it is my duty to ensure attendance.” Hayworth’s logic and rules are hammered into the girls in a way that they don’t contradict. So while the other girls head off, Amelia turns back to the living quarters with her skirt billowing and her blouse tied tightly.

As she cuts across the large lawn that separates the buildings, she feels the responsibility that weighs on her. The professor is counting on her and it feels good to help him and get closer to her new friend at the same time. Actually, it is forbidden to enter the lawn, but with the professor, Amelia has a good excuse. She is on an important mission. Her heart jumps when she thinks of the man but she doesn’t know this feeling and it confuses her as it does the other girls. Like Sarah, Amelia wonders why her stomach feels so light when she talks to the professor and if fear can also feel nice. At the thought of his cold gaze, her steps quicken even more and she almost flies into the apartment building where her class is housed. Images of the night float before her face, the professor with Miss Combton and Sarah in tow in the dark hallway. The way he had talked to Amelia makes her all confused. So the girl doesn’t think to knock as she bursts into the other class president’s room.

“Sarah, I wanted to see if you were okay…” Then her eyes fall on the girl. Amelia has just turned nineteen and now feels what it feels like when a whole world suddenly explodes and reassembles itself. Sarah is squatting on her bed. She is completely naked and her bedspread is crumpled up against the wall. Amelia’s newfound friend stretches her bare bottom upward and wiggles from side to side. Her head and torso are pressed down on the mattress and her legs are slightly spread while her toes contract convulsively and are all white. Amelia’s jaw drops and she just stares at the girl who doesn’t seem to have noticed that she is no longer alone.

“I’m cumming…” gasps Sarah and Amelia sees her arms moving between her thighs. Her fingers clasp something… Amelia can’t make it out but that’s when Sarah gasps even louder and presses her face into the mattress with all her might. Then… Amelia thinks Sarah is wetting the bed as clear liquid gushes out in a powerful stream from between her legs. Then something colorful and large falls out of her hands. Amelia knows this, she has seen dildos before in videos that are strictly forbidden at Hayworth under exclusion. “John!” Sarah presses her fingers between her thighs again and Amelia hears a wet smacking sound that intoxicates her though she doesn’t know why. But she recognizes the name her friend gasps out between her lips and the mattress. “John I come for you…” The girl slowly straightens up again. Still her back is turned to the door and as she lowers her hands Amelia can see right between her friend’s legs. She knows this from books that the school has also banned but also from the secret and nervous stories of other girls and of course from herself. Sarah looks quite different from Amelia down there but still she can recognize everything. She wonders if it is normal that the… lips of her friend are so swollen and so… wet. Sarah reaches up to what looks like a small… Amelia’s breath catches in her throat. Sarah must have been filming herself doing this! She is actually very confident, but when she realizes that she is also on the video, Amelia turns white and almost vomits. Then it gets even worse. “Now that I’ve cum for you, I can take care of my visit.” The student’s laugh seems so carefree and playful that Amelia gets all hot. “I hope she enjoyed my show as much as I did.” Then she blows a kiss to the camera. “But you are most important to me honey. Keep your fingers crossed that I don’t get in trouble for this. Love you.” Then she turns off the camera and only now she turns to the other girl in the room. “Hey Amelia,” the girl greets.

“Hey…” That’s all the best girl in class can say. Her head is strangely empty. “I came to check on you…”

“Oooh… that’s sweet of you,” Sarah says carefree, beaming all over her face. Her little tits bob happily as she turns to face her friend without feeling ashamed of her nakedness.

“I thought you were sick…” Amelia literally feels something change inside her.

“I’m fantastic” Sarah laughs and swings herself out of bed. Completely naked, she stands in the middle of the room on her tiptoes, stretching her arms upwards. Amelia can’t help but look at her friend’s tight butt and feel something she hardly knows and that only confuses her more than she already is. She watches in disbelief as Sarah moves around the room as if nothing had happened. “So how have you been?” She bends back down to the bed bending at the waist and presenting her compressed reddish cleft to Amelia. Her thighs gleam in the glow of the overhead lights.

“I’m fine, too…” she murmurs, still stunned. “But… What…” Sarah holds the dildo in her hand and looks at it. Then she looks at the camera under her bed and then turns to her nightstand. She pulls out her cell phone without looking at Amelia. “What are you…” Her breath jumps as Sarah stuffs the dildo into her wide open mouth, gagging and gasping and taking a selfie of herself. Then she licks the plastic thing clean, places it carefully in the nightstand, and taps away on the phone.

“I’m learning,” is all she says, beaming at her friend again.

“What… is wrong with you…” Amelia watches Sarah send the photo. “Who did you…” But she knows, of course, and Sarah knows that Amelia knows.

“John assigned me this task.”

“John… Professor Clark… What assignment?” Her whole body feels ice cold as Amelia watches Sarah sit cross-legged on the bed, right in the wet spot of her juices, unabashedly showing Amelia her cleft.

“Cumming as often as possible of course” Sarah laughs as if it comes naturally. “And to film everything I do here.”

“He… Sees you doing that?” Amelia gets sick but Sarah just shrugs.

“Of course he does. Otherwise he can’t tell me what I’m doing wrong… Or how proud he is of me.” Sarah grins cheekily. The professor will surely reward her if she does everything right now. “I’m sure he was watching me just now, too.” She juts her chin up proudly but Amelia almost swoons.

“What?” But she shakes her head. It all makes sense and shocked she realizes she enjoys the feeling, the pleasant emptiness in her womb that wants to be filled.

“See?” asks Sarah joyfully, and Amelia notices that her hands have wandered down and are gently pressing on a spot between her thighs. Startled, she pulls her hands back. “No. Don’t,” her friend encourages her, “John likes that.”

“But he’s your teacher!” exclaims Amelia at last as thoughts have formed tough and heavy. “He can’t do this!”

“I want him to, though,” Sarah shrugs. “And I think you want this too.”

“What? No!” The top of the class shakes her head vigorously.

“Oh don’t bullshit me” Sarah grunts brusquely, shocking Amelia even more. “I’m like you so don’t kid me.”

“But this is abuse!”

“Not if I think it’s hot” Sarah grins, taking a step closer to Amelia on bare feet. “And I think it’s hot.” She puts a hand on Amelia’s shoulder. Sarah smells of sweat and…. something else.

“I don’t want to,” the other student stammers, taking a step back. Sarah laughs and it sounds almost spiteful.

“What, to fuck?” Amelia puts her hand over her mouth, startled. “I won’t fucking you.” At the words, Amelia senses something else, a mixture of unknown feelings. But there’s also something she knows, and she doesn’t like it at all. Envy. Sarah nods toward the bed. “The camera’s not on.”

“So what?” Her tongue hurts, so hard Amelia bites down on it to say nothing more. What’s wrong with her? What’s happening here?

“I’m only allowed to touch myself when I’m filming myself doing it” her friend explains to her. “The professor owns my time. I’m doing this for him.”

“But you could…”

“But I don’t want to. Come on Amelia.” Sarah also takes another step back and strokes her swollen cunt. She tilts her head and grins. Amelia has never seen her like this before in her life. Confident, wild and… Amelia gets wet. “You know for yourself how it is here. So you can’t tell me you don’t know, the feeling that it’s all for nothing. Everyone tells us how special we are because of our grades and because we’re girls. The future. Blah blah blah.” Sarah closes her eyes and Amelia watches her finger go a little deeper into her, only to quickly snap back. She actually listens to the professor. Amelia knows that sexuality and intimacy are personal, but she also knows the desire to please. Has Sarah found a way to live with this duality? Amelia takes a step towards her. “But no praise, no report card, no verbal commendation feels as good as the professor’s dick inside you. Trust me. He fucks beyond belief. When he takes you, everything is…. perfect.” Sarah’s whole body twitches with pleasure as she says the words. “He praises me, he’s there for me, he shows me what I can do and tells me what I’m allowed to do. Sex is so hot Amelia. Fucking, blowing, sucking, fingering, it’s all so much fun. And I am good at it he says. That’s why he teaches me. He likes me.” She giggles. “The only thing I’m not good at yet is dirty talk. I just keep saying ‘fuck’… I need to come up with some other words.” Amelia watches as Sarah turns away from her and walks across the room. She puts on her clothes and gets ready for class.

“What are you doing?” she asks anyway, and Amelia understands that she doesn’t want this crazy situation to end. She doesn’t know the feelings she feels but they feel good. “Please.”

“I can’t,” Sarah says. “The professor is asking for me.”

“To… fuck?” Sarah laughs mirthfully as she hikes up her skirt.

“I hope so,” she says, bouncing her butt to pull the band of the skirt over it. “But he says I have to learn dirty words. Maybe I need to say them while he’s fucking me.” Then she slips on her shirt and ties her tie. Amelia feels a strange wetness in her panties.

“Maybe… How about… With… Ride me you… horny stud?” Amelia blushes but Sarah is pleased.

“Fuck me you stud and breed me? Sounds good. I’ll ask him about it. Thanks.” She leans forward and before Amelia can react Sarah kisses her on the cheek. Still, at the door to her room, she turns and says in an angelic voice, “Oh, and you know what the professor will do to you if you say anything.” Then the door slides shut, leaving Amelia alone.

by Writing Shark

Dawn of a new day

It’s early morning this weekend and Sarah slowly opens her crusty eyes. She’s been awakened by the noises Riley makes as she gets ready for the day.

“Finally,” the blonde girl laughs, but doesn’t sound as exuberant as usual. “Never thought I’d get up before you.” She looks pityingly at Sarah. There’s a bunk bed in each of the rooms, and of course Riley has claimed the top one. Grumbling and sighing, Sarah rubs her eyes as her friend joins her in bed. The two girls have become close and trust each other and Riley knows Sarah has no secrets from her. “What happened last night? I waited up until two in the morning for you.” Her friend nudges Sarah who is hiding under her covers.

“I don’t want to talk about it” she grumbles and tries to wake up. Also how is she supposed to make Riley understand that she lost her virginity to her teacher and unnaturally enjoyed finding her inner slut? That would be a bit much for one morning.

“Come on,” the other girl urges. “Was Professor Clark very angry?” Sarah realizes her friend isn’t letting up and does something she didn’t know was inside her. She lies to Riley that the professor gave her a long sermon and that Miss Combton got most of the trouble.

“We should have all shared the blame,” Riley says dejectedly but Sarah can only think of the sex and feeling so fulfilled. “I’ll make it up to you Sarah” she then says. “I promise.” Sarah nods, wondering if it would have made a difference if Riley wasn’t just playing strong when there was nothing at stake. Would she have ended up with the professor and his wonderful penis instead of Sarah? Again, she feels something she never knew before: Jealousy. It makes her proud to be the class president, to enjoy her teacher’s trust and his… She makes the decision to do everything she can to stay in his good graces. A few minutes later, Riley is ready to tackle the day, but Sarah hasn’t even gotten out of bed.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” the friend asks again, and again Sarah lies to her.

“Yes, absolutely. I just want to stay in bed today.” With a shrug, Riley leaves the room and Sarah is alone. She waits motionless under the covers for a minute until she’s sure Riley won’t be back. Then she struggles free and stands up. Her whole body aches at the memory of last night, but the sores on her body and the aching muscles only remind Sarah how wonderful it was to give herself to the professor. Her womb still hurts from his huge piece but the emptiness inside her wants to be filled. Sarah wears only her long gray nightgown which reaches almost to her knees and scurries around the room with bare feet. With red cheeks she looks at the small box Felicia has handed her and which she has hidden in her locker. When she opens the lid she gets scared again, but can’t help licking her lips. She quickly drops back onto her mattress and rummages around in the box. After taking a few deep breaths in and out, she pulls the small camera out of the box and quickly looks around the room. Felicia has explained her new assignment to her. Yesterday, with the feeling of the professor still fresh in her, she had smiled solemly. Now she imagines what she has to do and gets scared. Before last night, she didn’t think very much about fucking herself, but Felicia made it very clear to her that her body is of great value to the professor. Sarah wants to put the camera back in the box, lock it up and give it back to Mr. Clark, but she can’t do that. He has given her the choice but again the fear of losing him and his approval is greater than recording herself masturbating. No, she doesn’t want to disappoint him. And besides, it felt so incredibly good to have him inside her that she forgets the pain and fear right away.

Without much thought, she clamps the small wireless camera to the slatted frame holding Riley’s mattress and adjusts it. Felicia explained the operation to her in her office and her eyes lit up when she assured Sarah the pictures would be sent immediately to the professor’s PC. Sarah wasn’t sure at first if she would like it if John could see her right away on her first time, but her teacher had said she would have to get used to it. And it was John, after all, who would now be teaching Sarah this particular subject. Again the girl exudes pride to be the first one he recruited and right after that the camera is focused. Then Sarah reaches back into the box and pulls out the next gift from the professor for her first job. Again, Felicia assured her that the professor himself chose the size of the pink dildo to not overwhelm her right away. Still, the piece looks powerful in her slender fingers, though she shudders at the thought that the plastic piece is nowhere near his real size. A depraved giggle escapes Sarah’s throat, and she herself is somewhat startled by the ease with which she now looks down at the dildo. But she wants to please the professor and unlike in her former life, this is quite easy.

She quickly turns on the camera and a small green light comes on. Then Sarah lets herself fall back on her back. Too late she considers whether she should have done her hair but Professor Clark knows her in completely different situations.

“Hey,” she greets the camera, imaging him watching her and feels her cheeks grow warm. But it also gets warm and moist between her thighs as she imagines John being in the room with her. “My name is Sarah and I’m, uh, sooo lonely.” She makes up her lines freely, just keeping in mind a few tips from Felicia on how to best present herself. Sarah falters as she realizes she has no idea how to make a man horny. “I don’t really know what to do” she says and holding her fingers to her lips. Then she realizes that there is no one here to help her and that the professor expects her to find a solution. Sarah doesn’t know what boys and men want from her, but she knows how it is with the professor. “I really enjoyed last night…sweetie. I think about it all the time.” With these words she holds the dildo in the picture and thinks about last evening. At the thought of John she wants to ram the thing between her thighs right away, but changes her mind. Surely her teacher wants to see something more from her than just her newfound lust for cock. Seductively, she licks over the surface, wishing she had a real flesh and blood cock. “Mmh” she moans, playing the horny little schoolgirl just a bit. “That feels so good. I imagine that’s you.”

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In the professor’s office, Felicia rides on his lap like an Amazon gone wild. Facing him, she presses her hands firmly over her mouth so her owner can watch live what’s happening on the monitor.

“Damn…” he shakes his head and grins. “That girl is good.” As Felicia comes to her second orgasm with a suppressed moan, the man congratulates himself for picking Sarah first while digging his fingers painfully in Felicia’s ass. The fact that he fucked his eager little student in the ass yesterday pays off today as the girl on the monitor spreads her legs wide and presents her two holes to the camera while he gets to see Felicia clinging to him and moaning out her orgasm.

“Thank you master” she whispers and then sits still on him. She enjoys feeling him inside her and is glad to have him for herself. At a sign from him she turns around.

“Ass” is all he says and Felicia puts his hard boner to her tight hole. With a comfortable sigh, she settles down on top of him and snuggles against him while he puts his arms around her. “Look at that. That girl is a born whore!” he says admiringly. On the screen, Sarah places the dildo between her labia and slowly pushes it inside her. Her leg muscles are working and her face is as focused as when she was doing her homework.

“You feel so good” she hums in satisfaction. “I hope I can make you feel goooood.”

“Now fuck” John thinks aloud and Sarah obeys from a distance. “Good girl.” Mister Clark is very pleased and lets Felicia feel it too. As the young woman impales herself on him, twitching and moaning suppressed, John continues to watch the monitor. “This is the future Felicia” he says, grinning. “These girls are tailor made for my plan. Just a little more training and I can get the videos online.”

“We’ll do for you what we were born to do” Felicia moans. She has given up trying to guess what John is up to. It’s not hard to imagine. As long as he just keeps fucking her, the young teacher doesn’t care what happens to her students. Still, it warms her heart to see with what satisfaction her owner watches the little slut masturbate on the monitor. “Tell us what to do and it will happen. Oh my God!” Her third orgasm leaves the woman lying limp on the teacher. She comes so easily when thinking of him and what she can do for him. Sarah is also getting closer and closer to her goal on the monitor. Her awkward words become even more confused but she presents herself unashamedly to the camera. Her ass is rocking forward almost as if it wants to be near the camera and her breath grows loud. Professor Clark pushes Felicia off his lap and the woman knows what is required of her. She sucks wildly on his pipe and fucks her own mouth for him while his eyes rest on the monitor and his new toy. Sarah and John cum at the same time but only one of them knows it.

“Give me the girl’s number” the professor demands and Feicia briefly flips through the students’ files. Cum drips from her mouth onto her chin and the pages of Sarah’s file, then she has found the number.

“Thanks for the… fuck… cutie” Sarah says straight to the camera, then the picture goes black. The professor is texting her on her cell phone.

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In her room Sarah looks at the small camera. She is still warm from her climax and proud that she didn’t call the professor’s name out loud. She doesn’t want to be the one to jeopardize her relationship with the man through negligent behavior. Besides, John doesn’t seem like he would forgive such gross mistakes easily. There were some moments when she wanted to break off. But whenever she thought she was too corrupted, images of last night flickered by in her mind’s eye and it was easy to show the camera her butt or massage her still hurting breasts. Then her cell phone vibrates. With trembling hands Sarah reaches for it and looks at the display.

I just looked at your homework, Miss Laval. Good implementation of the subject matter. Congratulations. You have not disappointed me. I expect nine more like it over the weekend, then we can discuss the continuation of our project in my office.

Sarah stares wordlessly at her cell phone. Has he been watching her for real? She gets even warmer at the thought and butterflies flutter around in her stomach. She had imagined that the professor was watching her, but she is surprised that he really was.

I am very pleased that you liked my work, Professor Clark. I will continue to work hard, she writes and sends the text. And thank you for supporting me on my way. It is very good to know that there is someone watching me. She also sends this message.

Good girl, just comes back and Sarah presses the phone tightly to her chest. Her gray shirt is slipped and sweaty, everything only hurts her more in anticipation of her next nine scheduled orgasms for her teacher but she is so happy. Then there is a knock at the door. Sarah is almost scared to death and quickly throws the blanket over her body, also hiding the evidence of her lustful adventures. The camera is too far away to reach her.

“Come in” the girl calls, still quickly wiping her sweaty forehead. To Sarah’s great surprise, it’s not Isabella or Riley poking her head through the crack in the door but her previous rival Amelia.

“Hey,” the girl greets and comes into the room without asking. While Sarah pulls her covers a little higher, Amelia nervously brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “I heard you’re staying here today?” Sarah just nods. It’s not that she doesn’t like Amelia, the professor has made sure her worldview has changed, but she doesn’t know how to handle the sudden change in her life in front of people other than her friends. “And that you got quite a spanking yesterday after your party.” The girl smiles and doesn’t know how close she comes to the truce.

“Oh, that wasn’t so bad” the class president lies to her comrade, realizing that she doesn’t mind telling the untruth.

“Really?” Amelia comes further into the room and Sarah quickly realizes that something is going on inside the other girl. “I mean…” The dark-haired student nervously steps from one foot to the other. “That, ah, didn’t look like it yesterday.” She chews her lower lip, unable to look at Sarah. She would be even more nervous knowing that Sarah has thinks Amelia is pretty cute when she’s nervous. “The professor was really angry.”

“I was able to appease him,” Sarah tries to paraphrase her incredible mindblowing experience.

“And how? I mean… How can you calm a man like… him?” Amelia doesn’t dare to speak further. Then she even takes a step back as Sarah sits up in bed. The blanket slips down a bit, but still sufficiently covers the student. But Amelia take a look nevertheless.

“We are the heads of the class Amelia” Sarah says, feeling only pride. “Professor John expects me… us to find a way to keep up with him.”

“You…you call him by name?” Amelia blushes. Maybe Sarah has found a way to prove her loyalty to the professor.

“He let me.” Satisfied, the girl in the bed realizes how much her words are gnawing at Amelia. The fact that she is so mean to her new friend doesn’t bother her. Sarah knows to whom her loyalty is due, and besides, Amelia too will surely be allowed to call the professor by his first name soon.

“And… And w-what did you have to do for that?” Amelia is even more drilled on performance than Sarah and her friends, which is sad considering how easy it is now made for Sarah to be happy.

“Tell you what,” one girl suggests to the other. “John gave me a chore, I still have to do it first, but next week I’ll show you how to please John, okay?” Astonished, Sarah realizes how it must have felt for John to take her into his realm. Amelia nods eagerly and dances out of the room in anticipation, her skirt flying. Again Sarah waits a minute, then repeats her ritual. Amelia didn’t even ask what Sarah needs to do for the professor on her free day.

“My friend was just here…” she moans a little later as she spreads her legs again and looks into the small camera, now knowing, hoping John is watching her. Then Sarah shoves the dildo into her mouth and sucks hard until it glistens with saliva. Compared to John it is really easy. “I’d love to see you fuck her in the ass.”

Shaking his head, the professor watches from his office as Sarah closes her eyes in pleasure and pushes the dildo further and further into her tightest hole. She even learns to moan and talk dirtier and dirtier as her feet begin to twitch. Her hair is in her face and her lips are white with exertion.

“Number three,” the girl gasps a few minutes later. “I have been thinking about you honey.”

“Heck, she’s even winking at the camera.”

“And extra for you number four.” A bright carefree giggle. “What do you think? Ass or cunt?”

“Felicia?” John is surprised at the urgency in his voice and his toy immediately comes rushing into the office. “Kneel down.” With a pleasant smile, Felicia drops to her knees and frees his cock from his pants. John fucks her mouth with relish while he watches Sarah first lick the dildo with a mischievous grin and then guide it back between her legs. “I’m going to make a fortune.”

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.

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.

by Writing Shark

Distraction, Confusion, Deception

Sarah Laval enjoys the beginning of the weekend with her friend Riley. The girls are sitting in their room, getting everything ready for the party. Alcohol is strictly forbidden at Hayworth but that has never stopped Riley from egging on the other girls with loud music and wild behavior and Sarah enjoys sharing a room with the whirlwind. While the two girls are giggling and joyfully preparing bowels of snacks and candy from the supermarket in town, the door opens and Isabella enters the room, closely followed by the newcomer of the group Stefanie and another girl. Zoe Parkland is Isabella’s roommate and often resembles her in her shy behavior. The two have picked up Stefanie from another home. Neither Zoe nor the Russian girl seeming very comfortable in this semi forbidden situation.

However, Riley’s good mood and Sarah’s kind words soon help the two girls fit in with the group, just as the professor expects of Sarah. The class president proudly watches as the mood continues to rise. Riley plays the group’s favorite songs on her portable speaker and even picks out a few Russian songs for Stefanie, and even Zoe laughs at the bad jokes Riley performs. The party follows its usual course, starting off gently at first, then getting wilder, finally quite wild, and then smoothing again. Just before the last step, Riley is jumping around with Isabella on Sarah’s bed, the door suddenly opens. Startled, the girls turn around and Riley rushes to the speaker box to turn down the music. But then their faces relax a bit as the girls recognize their favorite teacher.

“Girls?” asks Felicia. “What’s going on?” Her face is stern at first but Sarah can tell her patron isn’t really serious.

“We’re just celebrating a little bit into the weekend,” Riley flutters good-humoredly, but let go of Isabella’s arms. Miss Combton’s face brightens.

“Very nice girls. After this week you’ve earned it.” Their eyes meet Sarah’s but Riley speaks first.

“I really needed a vacation after the week with Professor Clark” she laughs but doesn’t look exuberant.

“The professor is proud of you,” Felicia says placatingly and at his mention even Riley blushes, not to name the other girls. “He demands a lot from you but he only speaks well of you when he discusses your grades and performance with me. You guys do a great job and he likes that you stick together so well and follow his rules.” The girls like to hear that, but Sarah also notices that their teacher’s behavior has changed in the last week. They are all obedient to authority here at Hayworth, but since the professor has been practicing here, the young teacher has become much more open, confident, but also eager. Sarah has quickly noticed how the behavior of the other students and teachers towards her has changed, as well as Felicia’s own behavior. Where she now shows strength and confidence towards her superiors she has gone in a different direction with the professor. In every area of her life that Sarah can observe, Felicia exhibits the same positive changes that the girls enjoy because of the professor. When it comes to him, however, they are all the same as well. This draws the young student even more strongly to her teacher than before. Miss Combton turns around in the doorway and wishes the girls a good evening, but admonishes them not to turn up the music too loud after 8:00 p.m. But before she can leave, Sarah can’t take it anymore.

“Wait, please” she calls after the teacher. The girls can’t see the woman’s triumphant smile before she turns back. “How are you?” Felicia comes back into the room and points to the floor.

“What, you want your cranky old teacher at your girls’ night?” The girls look at each other but Riley says nothing. It’s up to Sarah to make these decisions. The class president nods and Miss Combton beams with delight.

“I’m sure you could use some relaxation as well,” she says and Riley nods while the other girls make room on the floor for the young woman.

“Yeah, the professor is really giving me a hard time,” Felicia says. “But that’s okay, that’s the way I want it. I’m finally right where I belong.” Then she looks around the room while the girls are still thinking about her words. Before Sarah can process them, however, Felicia jumps up again. “You know what girls?” She grins mischievously. “Because you’ve been so nice, I think I can make our evening even a little more relaxed.” With those words, she quickly hurries out of the room. Sarah can’t help but notice how youthful the woman’s pace suddenly seems now that she’s among friends. With the professor, she behaves completely differently, but so does every one of them.

“I hope she doesn’t squeal now,” Riley growls, a little worried, but Sarah just scowls at her.

“She wouldn’t. Felicia can be trusted. She’s not having an easy time here either.” Riley just nods. “Felicia is like us,” Sarah defends the woman.

“I’m just saying.” But Riley quickly realizes she’s biting into granite with Sarah and Felicia. She feels a little guilty. “What would the professor say if he saw us like this? And with a teacher at that?” That it’s Riley who’s concerned about manners is something new.

“Under Professor Clark, we don’t have to worry about that,” Sarah says in a firm voice. “He teaches hard, but he’s also understanding. You guys have seen Felicia.”

“We’re like her too,” says Stefanie suddenly, blushing under the looks of the others.

“Exactly.” Sarah is proud that the girl is on her side. “Thanks.”

“My father is not like him,” the Russian girl says softly.

“You never told us about him before” Isabella notices but Stefanie is silent.

“I can imagine what he’s like” then says Zoe. Her father is the mayor of the town to which the Hayworth belongs.

Outside the room, Felicia overhears her students. When she is sure that her words are having the right effect, she pulls out her cell phone.

I am making progress master, she writes. Soon it will be done. An answer comes immediately.

You will only be fucked again when you deliver results. Before that, you don’t show your face here.

Of course Master. I love you, Felicia knows that her words do nothing, only actions get her the cock of her love in her tight cunt. Hastily she walks through the evening corridors of the school.

It takes only a few minutes, then the door opens again and the grinning head of Felicia appears in the doorway. In the meantime, the girls haven’t moved from the spot and don’t know what’s in store for them. As Felicia steps into the room with her arms hidden behind her back and closes the door with her foot, she realizes what the professor sees in the girls. All of them are smart and quick, leaders of tomorrow, but none of them, not even Sarah, realizes what is in store for them. Suddenly Felicia sees in them not their friends and proteges but what the professor has planted in her head.

“Surprise,” she sings, pulling two bottles of high-proof liquor from behind her back. The girls turn to her and go wide-eyed. “I figured since you all work so well together…” Felicia sits down in the circle of girls and the students readily make room for her, welcoming the Viper into their midst. “… and you all pleased the professor so much…” Don’t overdo it, or you won’t get your reward. While Felicia sits down, she has only John in her mind who shows her her place in the world. Since she obeys him, she finally feels what makes her a woman. She does not feel sorry for the goal that Professor Clark has shown her. The girl will soon be as happy as she is. “…we could end the week with a real reward for you.” And by that, she doesn’t mean the alcohol Riley enthusiastically pounces on.

“That is not true, Miss Combton!” she shrieks, grabbing a bottle. But it is true, as true as the world they all live in without knowing it. Only my master knows.

They are girls, young, naive and not used to hard liquor. It is not long before Felicia is counting every minute that she is not with her master. She is not surprised that Riley is the first to get drunk. It’s just the amount she swallows. That will soon come in handy. But Stefanie also reaches out and takes a big gulp.

“My father says I have to be able to drink for the future.” She grins.

“It’s like Professor Clark said” Felicia obediently recites one of his lessons. “We have to face what scares us in order to realize who we really are.” She actually means to address her goal for today, but instead Isabella reaches for the other bottle. Sarah and Zoe are amazed when their friend and roommate takes not one, but three big gulps from the bottle. It’s just like the professor told her. Felicia is his weapon and no one notices.

“Me too!” exclaims Zoe, almost snatching the bottle from her roommate’s hands.

“Take it easy,” Felicia reassures the girls. “Everyone gets what they want.” And my master gets them all. Still, she marvels at how willingly her students follow her into the abyss. Life at Hayworth is a constant struggle, they all know that. The professor has actually exacerbated the struggle, but he has something that no one here has. He offers a meaning behind it all and Felicia begins to understand what he is. “Sarah,” she says kindly, playing the already drunk one. “Don’t you want to?” The girl shakes her head ever so slightly and strokes her hair. Riley and the others sit relaxed in the circle but Sarah has drawn her knees up and is looking around the room. Again, the professor has his pet well prepared for the situation. “Never mind dear” Felicia grins and takes a sip, pretending to drink more than she actually does. “We’re all friends here.”

The evening drags on and soon a large bottle is already empty in the corner. The usually nice girls have already let themselves go, Riley the most. Felicia continues to play the good-natured friend who is also looking for relaxation after a hard week. Zoe and Isabella are responding well. Riley is already really drunk. And with a smile, Felicia realizes that Sarah is falling right into the trap the professor set for her. She looks uncomfortable and pressured, keeping her arms wrapped around her body and looking from one of her friends to the other. She doesn’t know them like this, but a lot has changed lately.

Sarah wonders if that’s a good thing or bad. When she thinks of Felicia, but also of her own reaction whenever the professor is to be given, she shudders. After a week of studying and teaching with him, she even feels weak on her feet just thinking about him. Sarah knows what fear feels like, to be intimidated, but still she can’t get enough of the feeling. Powerless, at his mercy… protected. Sarah doesn’t know if there is a difference between these feelings, if she feels one or all of them. She only knows the professor should scare her, make her suspicious. But she is still attracted to him. Maybe it’s just because he’s a handsome man but still she welcomes the cold feeling in her stomach every time he enters the class. And she sees it in her friends, too. Felicia doesn’t have to do much at all for Isabella to take another sip and then shyly ask her questions.

“Miss Combton?” The student-teacher looks at her student. “W-what is he like?”

“Who?”

“Well…the…p-professor?”

“Professor Clark? He’s wonderful.” And that seems to end the subject for the teacher. She looks at her watch. “I should get going again. It’s getting late, and tomorrow the professor wants me for a report.” She rises and Isabella looks quite shocked.

“Wait!” Sarah hears her own voice but it sounds so foreign. Like so many things but by now she welcomes the new, unfamiliar. The fear. “We want to know more.” Felicia looks at the girls for a long time, then grins.

“I can’t refuse my favorite students any favors.” She sits down again, and this time she hands Sarah the last, half-empty bottle of alcohol. “Drink. You’ll need it.” And Sarah reaches for it. Neither girl gets another sip while the class president finishes the bottle. Meanwhile, the teacher is talking about her boss. The girls listen intently while Sarah’s blood is filled with alcohol, clouding her head. She feels the same as any of the other girls, and so none of them realizes that Miss Combton slowly shift the focus.

“A-And how does he t…treat you?” wants Isabella to know, nibbling her lower lip.

“He gets what he wants dear” grins Felicia. “And it feels good to work under him.”

“But does he treat you well?” asks Sarah, blurring her perception of the world around her.

“Of course!” says the trainee teacher. “What do you think of him?” She looks directly at Sarah.

“Well… we’re… all…”

“We’re afraid of him,” blurts out Isabella. “Even Riley!” The girl addressed just nods. “He… is so different.”

“Different is good Isabella, believe me,” Felicia points out. “I know how it feels when he looks at you” she confesses and quickly glances at the empty bottle on Sarah’s legs. She stifles a grin. “But we all know he does us good with what he does. We trust him. But most of all, we know that without him, it would just go back to the way it was. Am I right?” The girls nod, including Sarah. She doesn’t want to fight the hard fight anymore just to not go down. With the professor, she feels like she’s making a difference. And that’s worth some fear.

“But there’s more, isn’t there?” asks Riley trying to focus. Zoe is already swaying a bit and Stefanie has to prop her up so she doesn’t topple forward. “We…you guys feel it, too.” She looks around. Before Sarah can process what her friend has said, Felicia is already explaining. She really has learned a lot from the professor.

“It’s only natural to be attracted to a man like John.” At his name, she closes her eyes briefly with pleasure. The girls see it.

“And is that exactly how you feel Miss Combton?” asks Riley, admitting to having the same feelings. Felicia laughs.

“But of course Riley. Why wouldn’t I?”

“But you’re his colleague. His employee” Sarah says, trying to see clearly through the haze of alcohol.

“So what?” the woman asks defiantly. “The professor is hot and sexy. What good did it do me to deny my feelings?” With that, she has the girls recognize Felicia. Riley nods eagerly, Isabella looks down in shame, Zoe hums dreamily, and Stefanie blushes as well. So does Sarah. They all recognize the truth. And none of them realize that Felicia is secretly sending a prepared message on her phone.

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After ten minutes, the girls are so heated that they almost can’t sit on their butts anymore. Felicia talks about her desires and how normal it is to be attracted to men. After all, they are women, strong women. And strong women know when they want something and they know how to get it.

“So how do I get the professor?” blurts out Riley finally with her question. “I’m really hot for him.”

“Riley!” shouts Isabella, but then catches herself and instead looks questioningly at Miss Combton. The teacher has won. Her master will be proud of her, fuck her brains out, and finally, she’ll feel useful. She has done something significant. Maybe the first time in her career. And no matter what the professor will do to these devoted schoolgirls, Felicia is not to blame. As even Sarah listens to her talk about her boss’s firm ass with red cheeks, she has no illusions about what will happen to her students. But if she wanted Felicia to be more obedient, Miss Hayworth should have just treated her with a little more dignity. The young woman simply sees it as the natural course of things. Whoever brings a man like John into the house has to live with the consequences. And Felicia gets what she wants. She almost has to laugh when the door opens behind her. Riley is just about to tell what she would do with John when everyone’s head goes around to the door.

“What’s going on?” The professor’s voice is so icy that even Felicia’s blood freezes in her veins. The other girls look dead. “Answers. Now.” The man speaks calmly, looking each girl in the face.

“We…” begins Felicia, jumping up. She looks quickly at Sarah. The girl looks at her in need of help. “It was my…”

“Quiet,” the professor orders. “Miss Combton: Wait outside. Now.” The woman immediately leaves the room and it looks like the girls are about to jump out the window. Once in the hallway, Felicia stops, leans against the wall, listens and slides her hand between her thighs. She listens to what is happening in the room and fingers herself at the thought of her big, long and hard reward. A black despair such as Sarah has not yet seen spreads in the room. Each of the five girls fears and knows they have done something forbidden, and they all react in the same way. “Alcohol is forbidden at Hayworth,” the professor says quietly. “And I didn’t give you permission to circumvent that rule.” His eyes move from one student to the next, branding them with disappointment and ice-cold anger. Isabella has tears in her eyes, Stefanie is still contemplating whether to jump out the window, Zoe is as white as a sheet and fighting her nausea, and even Riley looks down in shame. Only Sarah can lift her gaze, look her teacher in the eye.

In the last week, she’s grown fond of him, as crazy as it seems to her. And now she has disappointed him. Astonished, Sarah realizes two things. First, her fear of disappointing the professor, of falling out of his favor, is greater than the fear she usually has of him. This realization burns itself into her mind and only now she understands what he wanted to tell her and the class all along. The world is dangerous and brutal and fear and uncomfortable feelings are part of it. But it can always be worse and Sarah knows that now she will find out what is worse. And second, she’s wet. Involuntarily her hand wanders between her thighs but she quickly pulls it back. Burning embarrassment overcomes her and she quenches it with what the professor has taught her. Obedience.

“I-It was my fault,” Sarah says into the silence of the room. Riley wants to say something but doesn’t dare and the professor sees the two empty bottles at Sarah’s feet.

“Come with me” he just says and waves the intimidated girl with him. Without rejoinders, she rises and walks past the professor outside. “And you guys clean up here and then go to sleep. We’ll talk about that another time.”

“Yes Professor Clark,” it comes to him in a submissiveness and unanimity that almost makes him grin.

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.

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“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.

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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.

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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.”

by Writing Shark

Breakthrough

Professor Clark leans in his office chair behind his desk, the large window at his back, the curtains drawn. Music blares from the speakers as he enjoys the few free minutes he has left during his break. He’s already been at Hayworth for over a week, and in his short time there he’s risen to become the most prominent teacher in the entire college. No wonder as the only man there, but surely also a merit of his teaching methods. After the first two days, the whole school knew about his unorthodox style. Two more days later, he had presented the team of Sarah and Amelia to a visibly irritated Miss Samantha Hayworth. The two students not only lead the grade chart but have established themselves as a valuable asset to the class through the professor’s advocacy and the time resulting from their good grades. Sarah has one side of the class behind her, Amelia the other. The professor has the two teams compete against each other, drastically raising the average of the class. But more important to him, and to the students as well, is the cohesion that develops. In their free time, the teams mingle with each other, new friendships form, old ones are strengthened, and even Professor Clark is amazed at how closely the girls in his class now stick together. His successes have his back with Miss Hayworth and Miss Combton proves to be a clumsy, unreliable but very loyal assistant.

But she is not the only one who has changed her behavior under the professor’s influence. Arguing that he is the only man, he uses the weapons of the women of the academy against them. Quite a few of the girls in his class adore the handsome man who stands in front of the blackboard with a clear and calm voice. The mixture of respect and trust he shows them, coupled with the responsibility he gives them, makes his students receptive to his charms. In the staff room, he simply brushes aside the older women’s concerns, saying that it will go away in time. Only Miss Combton knows better, seeing the way the professor talks to the girls. He encourages them to ask questions, to talk and share ideas within their group. Sarah has already brought about some important changes that the teacher has been happy to implement. For example, the girls are now allowed to move freely around the room, talk when they need to, and even change their dress styles a bit. All of these changes are tolerated, as there is absolute silence the moment the professor raises his voice. Nevertheless, much of what happens in the classroom remains there. The students are too proud of their tasks and the freedom they have earned at the strict academy to brag about them to other girls, and Miss Combton is too fond of the professor to want to talk to anyone but him.

The advances she has made since his first day have not escaped him, of course. He was just surprised to find a suitable candidate for his plan so quickly. In the week that he has been here, Miss Combton – Felicia, the professor has not failed to notice her strong reaction to him at the mention of her name – has developed very well. In front of her on the table is her Confidential File along with several others of students in his class. Miss Combton swiped these from the file room when he asked her to, and now he can take care of her and the files at his leisure.

That is, if he had the time. As the most popular teacher, it is also one of his duties on Friday after class to take care of the many students who want to get a last dose of his teaching material before the weekend. He knows that many of the girls only want to experience the high of being alone with him in his office, but for good grades, loyalty and cohesion, he is happy to grant this small breach of the rules. Especially when it is the group that is now coming to his office.

“Excuse us Professor Clark” Sarah smiles shyly and pokes her head through the crack of the door. “Miss Combton is not in her office, but…”

“It’s okay Sarah” the professor smiles, saving the girl’s day as he addresses her directly. “Come on in. Miss Combton is busy with some important business for me at the moment.” He already knows who is at the door with the new class president – an office Sarah shares with Amelia. And as expected, Isabella Barton and Riley Kirkland appear in the room while the professor turns down the music a bit. A more welcome surprise, however, is the fourth face. “Ah,” the professor makes, putting on a benevolent smile.

“Steffany is also with us today” Isabella explains a bit unnecessarily but still obligingly and leads the student into the room with her. If Isabella seems shy and introverted next to Riley, the same is true for Isabella in comparison with Stefanie.

The professor knows why the skinny girl can’t look him in the eye, but for now he is content to push her in the right direction through his newly created class cohesion. His plan has already had an effect and the fact that the three friends have taken on the girl without any real contacts comes in very handy for him. Stefanie comes from Russia and is not really at the school because of her achievements but much more because of her father’s money. Another reason why his teachings come along so well given the point money can give you the advantage the other girls try to achieve with knowledge an passion. That’s the reason Stefanie behaves so shyly around other students. She knows her advantages about the other girls and doesn’t missed the looks they gave her before Mr Clark took the class over. Now, thanks to him, she is in a way better place with her newfound friends.

“How is your project coming along?” the professor wants to know. There are some chairs in front of the table but he is not surprised that the girls prefer to stand in front of him, hands clasped in front or behind their backs and in various stages of submission. While Stefanie and Isabella can’t look at him and only respond to his compliments, the professor doesn’t miss the unmistakable gestures of Riley trying herself out in front of him. Undoing yet another button on her blouse wouldn’t even be tolerated by him in his classroom. Sarah, on the other hand, beams happily at the man as she talks about the chores she and her friends – Stefanie included – want to do this weekend. “Take it easy, ladies,” the professor laughs while Sarah raves about doing homework together, extra projects and extra worksheets. “You know exactly what I expect from you.” Sarah blushes around the tip of her nose and averts her eyes. So Riley jumps in.

“Don’t worry Sir,” she says with a grin. We’ve already taken Stefanie under our wings.” She smiles at the shy student. “Tomorrow we’ll take her to the swimming pool and after that we’ll spend the night in her room.” The slender Russian blushes almost as much as Sarah but for a different reason.

“Are you happy about this Stefanie?” asks Mister Clark.

“Yes” whispers the girl and looks around quickly as she is patted kindly on the shoulder from both sides. Then John turns back to Sarah.

“I don’t blame you for still sticking to your performance Sarah,” he says kindly and gives the girl a smile that makes her squirm. “You’re smart enough to keep your grades up. But what you’re doing for the cohesion of my class is really exemplary. What you do for me and Stefanie is more important to me than your perfect essay about Vietnam in the seventies.” He nods to the girl and Sarah does her now perfected curtsy. She even lifts her skirt a little, something none of the girls has dared to do before. Stefanie looks at her speechless and Riley giggles. It’s a small gestuer he mentioned he likes one time and now almost every girls does it.

“Thank you, Professor,” says Sarah and he recognizes the smile she throws him.

“Off you go then and enjoy the weekend,” he says dismissing the students.

“And say hello to Miss Combton for me, will you?” Sarah turns back in the doorway.

“I’m taking her pretty hard right now, I’ll admit,” the professor says nodding. “She’s got her hands full because of me. But I’ll give her the message.” Again Sarah curtsies, turns to leave… and gives the professor one last look. Perfect. Then the door closes and the professor hears soft rock music in his office. He turns his gaze, leans back in his chair again, and looks at the files on his desk. “Did you hear that? I’m supposed to say hello to you from Miss Laval” he says mockingly, glancing down. There, between his spread legs, squats Felicia Combton, naked and sweaty.

“Thank you sir” she says, briefly releasing the professor’s stiff cock from her hot mouth. With glazed, faithful eyes, she looks up at him in love and strokes his length tenderly. Her disheveled hair falls in her face but she doesn’t care. All that matters to her she holds in her dainty hands. “She’s a good girl.”

“As are you, Felicia,” says the professor.

“Than…” Then he pushes her down again and the young trainee teacher sucks her master’s cock down her throat again with pleasure and dutifulness. Professor Clark crosses his arms behind his head and allows himself a pleasurable sigh. His plan is going faster and smoother than even he would have expected.

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A week ago on Saturday, Professor Clark picked Felicia up outside her room. Her friend Ariana had gone shopping in the city farther away that day, so Felicia had been able to prepare thoroughly for her date. She was more nervous than she had ever been in her entire life, not understanding why, only that it was logical in her situation. Her preparations took longer than usual and she had tried on at least four sets of clothes and inspected them in front of her mirror until she had decided on a skin-tight black dress. The lack of shoulder straps and the hemline that didn’t even reach the middle of her thighs were the reason why this dress never came out of her closet and was always hidden in the back corner. But this was exactly the reason why Felicia had chosen it for this evening. Until now, she had always imagined dating a work colleague. He would surely be taken with her intelligence and beauty and compliment her on her elegant looks. But she had realized in the middle of her private fashion show that the professor was certainly not interested in her intelligence, being himself a man of knowledge and, unlike her, also a man of action. So she had chosen the sluttiest part in her selection. She had turned bright red when she had looked at herself in the mirror.

The dress slid up with every movement of her legs and she had to pull it down every few steps to avoid standing there bottomless at some point. As she thought about it, her pussy told her the truth about her desire with a lustful twitch and she even had to smile a little as she took off her panties. The fabric around her breasts was thick enough and so the bra followed immediately. One last time she was dizzy at the thought of presenting herself like this to the professor and Felicia still didn’t know why she was doing these foolhardy things. The voices in her head kept asking if the professor was worth the risk of fingering herself in the girls’ bathroom like a whore or now wearing that black scrap of nothing for a date with her boss.

After all, she had been thinking about Miss Hayworth and how quickly she would be kicked off the school grounds would only one of the things she had done in the last few days had come out. That had made Felicia wet and she had to stop herself with a pained grimace and an even more pained bite on her lower lip from pushing her dress up a few more inches to run her fingers through her wet folds. The thought of breaking the rules that had haunted her all her life pleased and scared her at the same time. It was this mixture of ignorance and desire that almost made her sink to her knees. Once she had satisfied herself in front of her wall mirror in the hallway to see how she looked while doing so. Later she had been so embarrassed and had exhibited the rule herself: Only in bed, only in the dark. Now, a few hours before John Clark would pick her up in front of her small apartment she didn’t care about those rules.

Hadn’t Miss Hayworth also broken her rules by bringing Mister John Clark to the school? Didn’t the man, by his very presence, break the school’s idea that women could thrive without men? Mister Clark… John, he was an example of what breaking the rules could do. The little angels obviously loved him, even if they were afraid of him. Fear was something that kept you going, that helped you survive. She had heard that once in some war movie and didn’t understand it. But now, in the presents of professor Clark, she does. Snd so she left her small flat, half-naked and thinking of herself a bit as a whore.

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Then, of course, the date had gone quite differently than she had imagined. It was an endless string of mistakes and misunderstandings by Felicia that made her blush like a tomato. The professor had remained polite all along but also distant. No matter how clumsily she had behaved, he had remained calm and had given her to understand that he would nevertheless end this evening.

“I really don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Felicia had laughed, emptied the white wine glass that she had already attacked with several hearty gulps. Grinning knowingly, the professor had turned and indicated to the waitress to bring another round.

“You’re just inexperienced Felicia,” he had then said and continued to grin.

“Yes, that’s right.” A nervous laugh, too loud and put on but again the man had remained quiet. Then he had sipped on his drink. While the trainee teacher washed down her alcohol with more alcohol, the professor had proceeded very carefully. Felicia had had no illusions about which of the two would pick up the tab later given the quantities she drank… and because Professor Clark would not pay for her time with her. At first it had hurt her to think about it but then it seemed only logical given the fact who benefitted from whom. She was inexperienced, she was the one who wanted to meet, and so far the evening had certainly not been a win-win for the man in front of her. Then he had surprised her after all.

“I like your inexperience” he had said, setting his glass down and Felicia’s heart had stopped when he had smiled genuinely. When she had wanted to retort something she had bitten her tongue and the next words sounded even clumsier than they already were.

“I would imagine for a man in your position it is dangerous to work with inexperienced people.” Professor Clark had laughed, a genuine laugh, and Felicia had fallen in love with her boss. She’d done it and thawed him out.

“That’s where you’re wrong young lady” he had said and she had felt the wetness between her thighs like his hard gaze on her skin and on her breasts. “In my unit we preferred to recruit already trained men, yes. You should already be able to shoot and most of them already had one or two tours behind them. But we preferred it when they had not yet developed their idiosyncrasies and what made them unique. That way we could make them a perfectly functioning part of our team.” After a pause, he had explained. “Felicia you make the mistake of assuming you have to be STUPID to please me. I don’t like stupid people. Stupid people are dangerous. You, Felicia, are intelligent, hardworking and motivated. And I can use that.”

“Professor I don’t know what to say…”

“Then don’t say anything. You’d better listen” he had interrupted her and she fell dead silent. “That’s why I chosen you. You know when to shut up and follow your NCO. Teachers, female teachers often don’t have that talent. Felicia I want you because you have those skills.”

“Thank you, professor. I will…” But a hand raised again had silenced her again. She didn’t mind at all. Every word of him made her feel special.

“But you also have qualities that make you unacceptable to me.” Now Felicia’s heart had stopped. But she was also intelligent enough to know that the professor was offering her a chance. Otherwise, he wouldn’t bother with her.

“What do you want me to do for you?” He had smiled at her knowingly and at that moment Felicia Combton realized that she belonged to this man. She could only hope that she would prove herself worthy of him.

“I know how men like me affect women like you Felicia. You are naive and sheltered from the world. You are told you just need to be yourself and you would already accomplished everything. Hard work, struggle, making sacrifices is not required of you.”

“You’re right, Professor.” And Felicia meaned what she says. If she were the woman everyone thinks she is, she wouldn’t be in that tight dress in that restaurant right now, paying for drinks from a handsome man she barely knows.

“Just because you’re women doesn’t mean you’ve earned a place in society. And you know that Felicia. You want to know what I want from you?”

“Yes please professor.” Her voice was a faint whimper filled with need.

“That you admit to yourself that you are a flawed human being like the rest of us. That you know where your place is because of what you have done for people and for society. That you don’t expect to be treated differently just because other people have told you to.”

“Yes Professor.” The man sitting in front of her had won and Felicia doesn’t mind. He reached out and touched her hand on the white tablecloth.

“Tell Felicia.”

“I love you professor.” The man nodded. All too easily.

“You don’t love me Felicia.”

“Yes, I do!” the woman had cried, becoming afraid, a feeling with which she had all too quickly become familiar. But the professor had shaken his head.

“No.” Then he had looked at her. “Shall I show you how you feel about me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to explain what’s going on in your head?”

“Oh, God yes!”

by Writing Shark

Cutting the lines

What’s wrong with her? This is the question Felicia keeps asking herself as she wanders the hallways of the school as if out of her mind. The halls of Hayworth Academy are quiet, the girls are all in class. So Felicia doesn’t know what to do with herself. At first she wants to rush to her small office, but she rejects this thought when she thinks of the professor. He surely doesn’t want her to do work for him in this state. But that is what she is there for. Her hands clench into fists. Yes, she is young, but still highly intelligent, hardworking, kind to the girls, and despite all her weaknesses, she has been accepted at Hayworth. Why doesn’t that is enough for the professor? If you had paid better attention you wouldn’t have been kicked out of class like a naughty schoolgirl and now would know it, a nasty voice in her head tells her and she is right.

It’s all to no avail. Professor Clark is in her head and there’s nothing she can do about it. She doesn’t even want to do anything about it. Why did she stare at him in class like a voluptuous bitch instead of concentrating? What she didn’t understand before, she understands now when she thinks of the man’s cold eyes. She wants to please him, wants his mouth to twist into a smile, wants his voice to deign to compliment her. All her life she has worked, and Professor Clark is the target of that work. Whenever he calls her by her first name, Felicia has butterflies in her belly. She knows it’s childish, but doesn’t dare guess what he considers adult and mature.

There is a door. The students’ restroom for this building. The teachers have their own restroom near the administration wing. But Miss Combton feels no urge to do that anyway, why else go to a restroom. One last time, she wavers. She has fallen so far in such a short time. But neither her intelligence nor her good performance – which Professor Clark hasn’t seen much of – matters at this moment. Here is only her and the goal she is working toward. The new goal, the professor.

Before she has even completed the thought she is already standing in the room. She is about to do something she has never done before. Something dirty. The voice in her head asks her if what she is doing is right, but Felicia doesn’t know what is right anymore. She only knows that the professor is driving her crazy, that she can’t concentrate, that everything she does goes wrong and that something has to change.

Quietly she closes the door behind her and looks around the small cabin. Nothing catches her eye, everything is clean as one knows it from the Hayworth. Sighing, Felicia sits down on the toilet seat and buries her face in her hands. Immediately, the professor’s cold eyes appear in the darkness. Felicia doesn’t know what is happening, nor does she want to find out. She doesn’t care how long or short she has known the man, what her past is like, or what the school policy says. She just wants to clear her head enough to please the professor.

Her skirt is the perfect length. It’s easy to push it up to her belly. She feels dirty and grimy as she senses the cold porcelain against her buttocks, then against her tailbone as she slides down on the toilet seat. The stall is small and her knees bump against the walls. With the first real smile of the day and the knowledge that she’s doing something forbidden, she lifts her petite legs and reaches her arms around them. Thus propped, her fingers find their way to her wet folds. And how wet she is. Felicia literally cringes, but then has to giggle. It’s fitting that she’s so depraved, has such depraved thoughts. If this is her new self, someone who fingers herself in the student bathroom, then so be it. What can happen, especially if she does it to be able to work better? And it’s an instruction from the professor. With this thought she spreads her pussy wide, feels the wetness and penetrates herself with her finger.

It feels so good, almost like a release. As her finger moves slowly, her cunt closing around it smacking, she realizes part of the puzzle and is able to solve it. The professor is a man, a good-looking man. And she’s been at this school far too long. With her eyes closed, she imagines Professor Clark watching her appraisingly as she pleasures herself like a naughty girl. She likes it and the more she slides down, the more she tries to spread her legs, the more satisfied the professor seems. Finally she takes her second hand to help, shoving first two, then four fingers into her dripping hole. A low moan escapes her throat but the professor looks at her disapprovingly. She moans louder, the professor seems satisfied. Faster and faster Felicia fucks herself with her fingers, wishing Professor Clark was really here, would actually take her. She bites her lips so hard it hurts but she can’t take it anymore. Eyes wide, she moans out her orgasm while staring at the unadorned ceiling, her fingers deep inside her. Then she understands.

Felicia has no place in the world she so desperately wants to enter. And now, with a man who might make it possible for her, maybe she can enter another world. If she makes an effort, then perhaps the professor will grant her access to his world, while she has been denied access to the redemption promised to her by the very people who keep saying Felicia must join them. Felicia just wants to belong like everyone else, and with the professor she feels for the first time in her life that she understands the rules of the game she is participating in. She doesn’t know the goal, but as long as she belongs to something bigger, she is happy to follow this handsome man who does things to her that she doesn’t understand.

And for the first time, Felicia Combton doesn’t care that she doesn’t know or understand something. She just has to make sure she is in the good graces of someone she thinks she can follow. And she will succeed. With that though she slips her fingers out of her quivering cunt, licks them dry, then wet again and dives right back in with images of the first man since ages.

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When the bell rings, the young student teacher is again standing in front of the classroom, neatly dressed like a student who has been sent outside for bad behavior. And indeed she was naughty. Felicia still feels dirty but the pressure has subsided and that’s what the professor wanted. Unlike usual, a neatly ordered line of quiet students approaches her. No one speaks or laughs but some look at their young substitute teacher as they pass. A few feet away in the openness of the corridors they start whispering and Miss Combton tries to hear what the girls are talking about. She is not surprised to keep hearing the one name she too has in her head.

“Come in, Miss Combton,” comes the cold voice from the classroom even as the girls stride past her. Felicia quickly darts past them and stands in her old spot with her arms folded in front of her lap. “Have you been able to calm down a bit, Miss Combton?” the professor asks from behind his desk. Felicia raises her head.

“Yes Professor. I apologize so much.”

“It’s okay” the man nods off and then turns to the last students in the room. Sarah and Amelia stand at attention next to the professor and look at him expectantly. “You two are the best students in my class” he states. The two girls just nod. By now it’s clear to everyone that Professor Clark doesn’t care much about grades. “I imagine that’s when you two have the most to lose from the way I teach.” The girls’ eyes meet while Felicia doesn’t dare intervene.

“Well Professor…” begins Sarah.

“We are looking forward to your lessons Professor” Amelia interjects while Sarah is quite happy about it.

“Furthermore, I imagine you two are in something of a competition for good grades?” The two look at the floor, caught off guard. It’s an open secret, but admitting it would also contradict Hayworth’s principles. Women have to stick together. “Don’t worry. They have nothing to fear from me in this regard” smiles the professor. “However, I suggest you two put aside your quarrels.”

“Why?” asks Amelia simply, catching a stern look. “Sorry,” she mumbles.

“It’s like a war out there, ladies. You won’t get far if you only think about yourself. Eventually you will be eaten up by this world. I tell you this because I see in you the best candidates for a small project that I have developed. But for that you have to show a behavior that is more based on cohesion and mutual respect. I don’t want a class of lone wolves, understand?” Amelia nods eagerly but Sarah thinks some more. “What is it, Miss Laval?”

“What do you expect from us Professor?” The man nods with satisfaction.

“Good question girls,” he says proudly. “I’m looking for someone to hold this class together. I’m not going to be squeamish with all of you, and the group will only get through this if you take care of each other.”

“We can do this!” exclaims Amelia almost to make up for her mistake.

“What I want is care for each other, understand? I want you to care about each other and understand that life is bad enough even when you’re not working against each other. Do you understand that now?”

“Yes professor,” Sarah says quickly. “Obedience, cohesion, faithfulness, and concern.”

“Exactly.” The professor nods. “Because without caring for each other, my project of making you what you deserve will not work. I care about you.”

“Thank you, Professor,” the girls say in unison and curtsy together. Felicia sees this and is astonished, but doesn’t dare open her mouth as the girls hurry past her and out. When the two are alone in the room, the professor takes his time. Felicia notices how the pressure inside her begins to rise again as she watches the man. He doesn’t give her a glance until a soft sigh of pleasure escapes her.

“And did you have fun Miss Combton?” the professor asks straightforwardly.

“What?” replies the young woman. Mister Clark looks at her. “With what you did?” He smiles knowingly, but can’t dispose of the info. Or does he? By now, Felicia believes every jumbled thought about her supervisor.

“I…yeah…kind of do.” The professor smiles and Felicia feels good.

“No matter what you do, you should do it more often. As rushed as you seem you could use it.”

“Yes Professor.” Approval earns her points, Felicia realizes now. “I’ll do what you tell me from now on.”

“That’s it. That way you’ve understood today’s lesson without even being in the room. Clever girl.” Felicia doesn’t care how the professor addresses her. Praise from him opens the door to his world another crack and makes her pussy wet. Then her superior leans back in his chair and nods toward the table. Felicia rushes over and cleans up his place. It is not her duty but she does not think about it. She is so happy to be making progress that she even dares to ask something.

“Professor, may I…” A nod. “Thank you, Professor. I wanted to know what your plans are with the class. If I know, I can help you with that…”

“That won’t be necessary. But thank you…Felicia.” At the mention of her name, the student-teacher begins to tremble. “The lesson went excellently. You can report that to Miss Hayworth as well. The girls are dedicated, hardworking, and quick learners. They’ve taken the loss of their values well, and some are already working well together as a team.” The man shakes his head, thinks a bit, then makes his decision. “They are dependent on authority, but they don’t know it. They are already dependent on me.” Another shake of the head.

“I can understand them, Professor,” Felicia agrees. She feels the same way and judging from the looks she gets, the professor knows it.

“Take care of Miss Laval and Miss Wilson. Those two will need your help adjusting to the new situation. Then they will be exactly what I have in mind.”

“Yes professor. But…” A raised finger silences her.

“One of my rules is that you only need to know as much as you need to accomplish your mission. Well, you are a smart woman Miss Combton.”

“Thank you, Professor.”

“Do you know what my mission is for you?” This is one of the test questions Miss Hayworth also likes to ask to determine how much Felicia understands the world around her to which she has no access. But to the professor’s world, the door is still open, if she doesn’t mess it up. She has this one chance and she must take it.

“No professor, I don’t know what you’re up to. No one here knows, I think. Everything you do is new and unorthodox. All I know is that the girls respect you and… are afraid of you. And… And so am I.” The professor looks at her penetratingly.

“And what do you think about that Felicia?”

“I… I think that I like it when you call me Felicia. That I like it when you praise me. And the girls feel the same way. You’re not like the other teachers. You… are…”

“Say it, Felicia.”

“You’re… Evil… Professor.” The man leans forward in his chair. The sight would be enough to make Felicia fall over but now she feels strong. She finds her strength in her submission.

“And are you afraid of me?”

“Yes, professor. I don’t know you. Nobody knows you. But I see that you show the girls… that you show us a world where we can be… happy. And… And I would like to be happy.” For a long time the two look at each other and Felicia withstands the gaze of her superior. She has nothing to lose, has presented herself to him and now leaves it up to the professor to decide about her.

“Very good,” he whispers. “You are just what I need.”

“Thank you…”

“Fear can drive us and take us to places we wouldn’t have gone otherwise. You will have a lot of fear when you work with me Felicia. I know people like you. You have no idea about real life, the struggle out there. You’re weak.”

“I know professor.”

“And yet you want to work under me?”

“I want to do everything you tell me, professor.” Now there is no turning back. This is no longer a normal working relationship.

“And what do you hope to gain from me and the fear I spread?”

“Leadership Professor.” The answer is quite clear. Felicia knows exactly what is happening. She has never been so determined in her life.

“Amazing,” the man murmurs. “After only one day.”

“Yes Professor.” The man smiles, Felicia is happy.

“You deserve a reward for that.” Miss Combton doesn’t have to think twice.

“A date professor. Please.”

by Writing Shark

Recon

Sarah Laval is one of the first to sit in her seat, as she does with every class. Upright and attentive, a reflection of the ideas the teachers at Hayworth expect from their little angels. While the other girls talk and laugh, Sarah tugs at her uniform, making sure it fits perfectly. Her books in front of her are neatly aligned and arranged for best efficiency. At the beginning of each class, the girl squints over at her friends sitting next to her. Riley, as usual, is almost late and hurriedly prepares for class. Where Sarah has already perfected her hairstyle after getting up, Riley Kirkland unceremoniously wipes through her light blonde hair and seems immediately pleased with the result. She’s not messy by any means, and like Sarah (and all the other students at Hayworth), has nothing but top grades. But unlike her, Sarah’s friend has perfected showing up at exactly the right moment. Today, though, she surprises her friends by sitting in her seat a few minutes earlier than usual.

“What are you doing here already?” asks Sarah with genuine surprise in her voice but also some mockery. The two friends maintain a close bond and spice it up with shared teasing from time to time.

“Haven’t you heard? We’re getting a new teacher today!” says Riley conspiratorially. “I wonder if it’s the guy we saw today.” Her eyes light up excitedly, Sarah’s glance briefly at the ceiling. Riley has always been direct and open-minded, two traits they don’t like to see at Hayworth.

“Of course it’s the man,” Sarah growls, giving her friend a snarky grin. “Who else would it be?” Riley claps her hands frantically.

“I’m so excited!” she giggles, and it even seems that some of the other students share her enthusiasm. “I wonder what he’s like.”

“I’m sure he’s extra strict when he wants to be admitted here.” That voice belongs to Isabella Barton, the third friend in the circle. She looks shyly over at the other two students. Isabella has never really gotten her long hair under control but has earned the privilege of only having to use a hair clip to keep it from looking too messy by doing all kinds of extra chores. Unlike Riley, however, she doesn’t dare to be so bold in public. Together, the three have managed to be accepted into the harsh world of class society at Hayworth and have been inseparable since their first days here. Isabella is the hard worker of the group who ensures good grades and encourages the other girls in the group to work hard to meet the rigorous requirements. Riley provides the relaxation and distraction so that the girls can get through everyday life and Sarah is the glue that holds the other girls together. None of them would ever admit it, but she is the one who leads the group, even if it often seems as if Riley is in charge.

Sarah Laval is also quite content with that. She doesn’t need the pressure of being seen as a leader, and Riley likes to make sure she can keep a low profile. Sarah is not a person who likes to be in the public eye, but she has, as everyone knows, the talents for it. Right now, though, she’s more concerned with the new teacher who’s due to walk through the door into the auditorium at any moment. History is not really her favorite subject but she needs the grades for her B average. But also for another reason. This reason is sitting two rows in front of her on the right side and turns to her with a friendly grin. Amelia Willson has a welcoming appearance and her perfect looks can easily compete with Sarah’s. They actually like each other, at least Sarah thinks they do, but the world they both live in doesn’t support friendly relationships. Even with Riley and Isabella, Sarah competes for extra points and grades, and Amelia stands outside this group. It’s only natural that Sarah competes with the best student in the class. With an average of 1.7, she stands just above Sarah, and the two students engage in a head-to-head race for first place in every class, to the great delight of the teaching staff. For Sarah – and certainly Amelia – it’s very trying but Miss Hayworth and the other teachers find that competition builds character.

“Don’t worry.” Isabella puts a hand on Sarah’s shoulder and looks at her kindly. Her fingers always move a little more than usual when she touches her friend. “She won’t take this class away from you.” It has always pinched Sarah a little that even the kind and accommodating Isabella would submit to the pressures of school like this. More than that, though, she’s tweaked by the fear that she might be wrong.

“Exactly,” Riley agrees. “And if not, just unbutton your blouse a little more.” She winks at the girls.

“Riley!” exclaims Isabella indignantly. “The dress code forbids that,” she says, blushing.

“Come on Issi,” Riley grumbles, grinning dirtily. “And take a closer look at Amelia.” The three girls look to the top of the class and sure enough, she’s wearing her hair a little differently today. Where she usually wears a tightly tied braid, her hair falls loosely over her shoulders today. Sarah looks down at herself. She is not really proud of her body, but the Hayworth philosophy says that women should not define themselves by their bodies but by their achievements. But still…

“What are you doing?” hisses Isabella, but Sarah doesn’t answer as she raises her hands.

Then the entire class flinches as the door to the room is pushed open. The girls’ chatter dies in less than a second and Sarah pulls her hands down and sticks her back out as her new teacher strides across the room. It’s as if a shockwave ripples along the girls’ rows and Isabella gasps in surprise, but neither windows clink nor the floor shakes as the professor sinks into his chair. Sarah doesn’t notice Miss Combton’s petite figure at first, and it’s only when she puts the man’s bag and books on the table that Sarah recognizes her favorite teacher in the intimidated woman.

“Good morning,” the professor says without looking up and takes a book from Felicia’s hand. As it has learned, the class gives the greeting in unison. However, it doesn’t sound like what Sarah is used to and the professor also looks appraisingly at the nervous students. “You can do better than that,” he says to himself, then turning to the class “Good morning class two-four.”

“Good morning Professor!” the girls shout as if from the same mouth, this time loud and clear enough for the man who first arranges his things, again ignoring the girls. Meanwhile Felicia stands rooted to the spot next to the table of the man she is supposed to learn from, her hands clasped in her lap and looking down at the floor. “You can sit down too Felicia,” says the professor. He doesn’t give her a glance either as he looks through the documents the student-teacher has handed him.

“Thank you, Professor,” Felicia says clearly, yet Sarah can see her discomfort. Or is it something else? After a while, the man looks up and straight into Sarah’s eyes. That hits the girl. As if in a trance, Sarah looks back at him, and a shiver runs down her spine at the sight of his fixed ice-cold gaze. Then he averts his gaze and it is over as quickly as it began. Still, as the man stands up, the room grows even quieter. Like Sarah bevore, the professor examines each of the girls briefly but not as long as he did with her. While the student is still feverishly wondering what this means, he silences her thoughts with the thunder of his clear words.

“My name is Professor John Clark. I will be teaching history and politics!” he says, drawing the girls in the room under his spell. With her mouth slightly open, Sarah listens to the only man she’s seen since parting with her parents over a year ago. “You will quickly discover that I am more different from your previous faculty than just my chromosomes. I’ve spent my career visiting the countries people don’t want to know about, fighting the people you first loathe and now pity, and doing what you’d be forbidden to do in any other country.” The professor looks around… and again keeps his gaze on Sarah. For a brief second she can’t breathe as she imagines under his gaze the professor and all he has done. Then she realizes that she doesn’t know what he has done, has no idea of the world he is talking about. She blushes slightly under his gaze. As he turns away, she glances briefly over at Amelia, but the girl has her shoulders tensed and seems to be following every movement of the man in front of her with every fiber of her body.

“My God…” murmurs Riley beside her but Sarah pays no attention to her friend, nor does she see the awestruck look the defiant girl beside her has put on. Isabella is simply speechless.

“The world is a very, very brutal place and in her wisdom, Miss Hayworth has decided that I will teach you some of the cruelty and injustice that you will face in real life.” The temperature in the room drops a few perceived degrees as the professor continues. “Grades mean nothing to me ladies. In real life, you won’t get a bad grade if you make a mistake. You’re going to get eaten. Either by your peers, your bosses, or just the society you don’t live up to. No grade, no perfect performance will outlast the mistakes you make. Not in the world and culture we live in.”

Sarah watches the professor closely, as does every other girl in the class. And just like everyone else, she can’t believe what she’s hearing. All her life she has been trained to perform and suddenly this man, this awe-inspiring man, comes along and tears her whole worldview apart. Sarah has always been trained to believe adults, but what Professor Clark says makes sense in a sad way.

“We’ve created such a surplus for ourselves, such a security, and culturally we’ve achieved such a freedom that we don’t need the values and norms of the past anymore. Or so we believe.” At these words, the professor smiles a cold, calculating smile, and Sarah grows very small. What he is saying means that everything she has worked for will be worthless. If he’s right about that then… her rivalry with Amelia for the best grades in the professor’s classes doesn’t matter… nor do all the other efforts of her life. Sarah Laval is not the only student staring at the professor from wide, disbelieving, and in some cases, fear-filled eyes, hanging on his lips, greedily soaking up his every word.

“I know this is troubling for some of you, and for those of you who haven’t figured it out yet, at least there’s still hope for improvement. Miss Combton, who are the best students in the class?” But the young student teacher doesn’t respond. “Miss Combton?” The professor turns to the teacher who is sitting on a thin wooden chair without a table in front of her next to the professor’s seat. She looks lonely and forlorn, with her hands clenched in her lap, staring at the man out of empty eyes. “Felicia!” the professor yells, and the whole class freezes. Isabella squeals in fright and other students join in. Felicia literally leaps to her feet and almost falls on her nose when she loses her balance on her high-heeled shoes.

“Excuse me, John,” she calls, looking pleadingly at the man in the room.

“Miss Combton…” the man murmurs, but still loud enough for everyone in the large room to hear. His voice is icy cold and threatening but his gaze seems somehow calm, as if everything is going exactly as he planned. Sarah’s fear turns into burning curiosity and she doesn’t lose a pitying thought for her dearest teacher who now begins to melt under the professor’s gaze. “You will address me by my title or last name like any other woman here. Is that clear?”

“Yes Professor…” Her voice is just a whisper, a weak attempt to stand against the storm that is hitting her. But like every girl in this room, Felicia Combton does well to go with the wind. And the wind has changed. Sarah understands the young woman all too well and takes pity on her. As Felicia hurries to the professor’s desk and pulls out a particular page from the class book, Sarah resolves never to make the mistake Felicia made in front of the whole class. She will obey the professor’s every word unquestioningly. She is only strengthened in her resolve as she sees the professor’s power wash over poor Miss Combton.

“Let it go,” he says with a sneer. The woman remains rooted to the spot as the man leans past her and removes the note from the folder himself. “Out, Miss Combton. Cool yourself off. You’re no use to me as shaky as you are now.” The whole room freezes in shock.

“But Professor…I am your…help…” Felicia is broken and everyone sees it. But no one really understands. Even Sarah can’t comprehend what’s going on in the room. She’s too inexperienced. Doesn’t know the world. And that drives her even more into the arms of Professor Clark.

“You’re no help at all.” Felicia’s jaw drops.

“But… But…”

“Out,” whispers the former soldier but he might as well have thrown a grenade into the room. “Think about how you can really help me, then come back at the end of class.” With that, the matter is settled and the professor is already turning to the class even as Miss Combton lurks out of the room. Sarah doesn’t dare look at her favorite teacher for even a second and just focuses on the man in front of her. Everything is upside down and every girl in the room wishes for only one thing. And the professor gives it to them. “Where I come from, good grades don’t count. Only loyalty and accepting your own weaknesses. Grades block our view of who we really are away from the classroom. You all have values that are important to me.” The professor glances at his papers. “Miss Wilson?”

“Here!” exclaims Amelia quickly and shrilly, jerking her hand up. The professor nods at her. Sarah knows exactly what’s coming now.

“Miss Laval?” She mimics her rival and meds. “You two have the highest grades in this class, consistently in all subjects.”

“Thank you, professor,” Sarah says.

“I don’t care, though.” He grins mischievously. “Of course I will grade all of you on your behavior and performance. After all, we live in Western culture. That’s how we function. However, I will treat this class of mine differently than you are used to. If there is a problem, come to me. If you just want to talk, come to me. If you have questions about your requirements here…you get the idea. Only when we trust and support each other can we exist as a group, and ultimately as a society. Understand?”

“Yes Professor Clark!” the girls shout in unison and this time it doesn’t take two tries. Everyone is loud and clear and many already have their hearts in it. Especially the girls who have had the lower grades so far. Sarah doesn’t quite know how to deal with the new situation yet.

“And one more thing before we start,” says the professor. “Our society is based on rules. But I am here to show you all a different world, different rules that you will abide by. You have my full support in this endeavor and you will see that my methods will be far better for you than the previous ones. But there is no authority above me for that.”

“What about Miss Hayworth?” asks Amelia after the professor nods at her.

“There is no authority above me. Miss Hayworth has tasked me with showing you my world, and I intend to do so. If I catch either of you going over my head, the school year is over for you. And believe me, I’ll catch them all.” With that, the new professor finishes his introduction without answering any more questions, and Sarah watches in awe as he begins his lesson. “So. Where are we in the books?”

by Writing Shark

HUMINT

What am I doing here, Felicia asks herself as she rushes through the hallways of the school as fast as her high heels allow. But she finds no answer to her question. Unlike Miss Hayworth, the students who populate the hallways make no room for her. Actually, she likes the fact that the girls, Hayworth’s little angels, see her more as a friend than a teacher. Felicia has always found it difficult to be respectful or to assert herself to other people. She has always compensated with a friendly demeanor and a good sense of humor, but now neither kind words nor clever jokes help her get through the crowd of girls as quickly as possible. When she doesn’t return the greetings of one of her favorite students, but simply hurries past her and her friends, the young woman realizes how different she is acting. She slows her pace briefly. In her twenty-six years it had not often happened that someone had managed to make her change like that, but the professor had done it with a few words and glances. At the idea of his stern face, Felicia starts moving again. Her feet ache in her shoes and a bead of sweat runs down her temple, which she hastily wipes away with her arm.

The professor. Again she wonders if and what is wrong with her. She had acted like a little child when she had seen him. More embarrassed and inexperienced than any of her students. Again, her face turns bright red as she thinks of the embarrassment she has caused herself in front of her supervisor, her friend, the other teachers… and the professor. She is already used to Miss Hayworth looking at her disparagingly, including the other older women. Felicia is not the kind of person who is looked upon favorably at the Academy. It is only through her outstanding abilities that she has managed to make up for the deficiencies in her character and secure a teaching position at the most prestigious school in the country. The decision to subordinate herself to the school was easy for her. But still, Professor Clark is the first man at Hayworth, something Felicia never thought she would experience. He’s young for a man of his education level, well-trained…and his looks.

The click of heels dies away and Felicia stops in the middle of the hallway, just a few feet from the school’s large front door. It was his gaze, she now realizes in awe. She has spent her life working toward this position, laboring and sacrificing everything, denying herself in the pursuit of getting to where the professor now stands, just minutes after his arrival at Hayworth. She envies him, fervently. And she is afraid of him. He, as a man, should never have been admitted to the all-girls school in the first place. What credentials, testimonials, and advocates must he have for him, a man, to get where Felicia will probably never be? Everything she has has been eclipsed by him in just a few minutes, simply because he… exists. The young trainee teacher shudders and she feels something she has never felt before, she doesn’t know what it is. And it scares her, just as the professor scares her. Is that why she didn’t object when he assigned her to a common task? After all, she is not his secretary. But then a gentle hand rests on her shoulder.

“Miss Combton, is everything all right?” Felicia turns around. Sarah Laval is standing in front of her. Apparently, her favorite student has run after the teacher. As always, the girl is neatly dressed and her school uniform fits perfectly, not unlike her friends who are looking over at the two of them a few feet away. Sarah looks at Felicia with concern. “Miss Combton?” The trainee teacher shakes her head in a daze, but still has the professor’s iron gaze in front of her and is only blurry in her perception of Sarah.

“Y-yes, everything is fine Sarah. Go back to your friends.” With these words she turns around again and hurries out of the building leaving a confused student behind her.

She doesn’t have to look far in the parking lot. The steel-blue sports car stands out among the other teachers’ small cars like a unicorn. With slightly sweaty hands, Felicia presses the key and is amazed when the driver’s door opens automatically. She quickly looks around, but there is no one in the parking lot and the students are all in the schoolyard behind the building. What kind of man drives a car like this, the young woman asks herself and continues to look at the car. She doubts that a professor of history and politics can afford such a car, but she also knows too little about the world outside Hayworth to answer her question. It doesn’t help, Felicia simply knows too little and what she knows is simply negated by the professor. The woman swallows hard and then leans into the interior of the car. Carefully she kneels down on the seat and looks for the documents of the man she is supposed to work under from now on. Why did he pick me, she asks herself instead of searching. But she already knows the answer. He wants to make fun of me. Sadly, it doesn’t enrage Felicia; that’s her daily routine at Hayworth. But it saddens her to think the professor would have a bad opinion of her. Leaning over, her backside sticking out of the car, she realizes that she wishes she had found someone like her in the professor. But she can forget that thought right away when she thinks about what he must have done to be accepted as a man here.

“What a shit…” she mumbles in the remoteness of the car, shakes her head and continues searching. “If I don’t find these fucking papers soon then…”

“In my car, I’m the only one allowed to curse” suddenly sounds the cold voice behind her. As Felicia shrieks in surprise and tumbles backwards out of the car, her body temperature drops several degrees. Roughly and clumsily, she lands on her rear end in the bright gravel of the parking lot and looks up wide-eyed at the man above her. His shadow falls on her, making her feel even smaller and less important.

“E-excuse me professor,” Felicia stammers. “I…”

“You sure take your time with your duties Miss Combton” says the professor with cold neutrality and nods to his cart. He makes no move to help her up. “Found anything yet?”

“I… no, but…” The man leans over her and reaches into the cart, getting close to Felicia. School rules forbid such advances but somehow she doubts the professor cares about such things. Instead, she breathes in his scent. She has never smelled the scent of his perfume before. But shortly after she closes her eyes to savor it, the moment is gone.

“Chevrolet Camaros aren’t built to carry much, young lady,” the professor explains, giving his subordinate a sting as he addresses her as Miss Hayworth does. He then dangles his backpack, decorated in a military camouflage pattern, before her eyes. With a grimy grin, he straightens back up and extends his hand to the woman. “Here.”

“Thank you,” Felicia replies, immediately grabbing the hand greedily. She whimpers in surprise as she is literally yanked upward.

“So you won’t keep grabbing my car,” says the professor without batting an eye, but smirks at his subordinate. Felicia is completely confused but of course she has no time to process the new experience. With a snap of his fingers, the professor starts moving again and waves the young woman along.

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Inside the school building, Felicia realizes why the professor was able to get to her so quickly. The bubble that forms around him is even bigger than Miss Hayworth’s, some students even stand with their backs to the wall while the man rushes past them at a marching pace. Felicia draws pitying and curious glances, but can only concentrate on keeping pace with the tall, imposing man. Again they pass the small group of friends Sarah has gathered around her, again the girl wants to greet the woman, but doesn’t get the chance and looks dumbfounded after the woman who can only concentrate on her superior and the play of his shoulder muscles under his thin shirt.

When Felicia stumbles into the professor’s office behind him, she has to catch her breath. As she looks around the room, she is surprised to see some small and some obvious changes. The first thing she notices is the desk, which has obviously been moved so that the door to the office is in view. Now it stands against the wall of the room, a cantilevered comfortable office chair with plenty of padding behind it. In front of the table, facing away from the door, are two uncomfortable-looking wooden chairs. There is still nothing on the walls that suggests a personal aspect of the professor, something that Felicia is burning to know. The rest of the room looks the same as it did a few minutes ago, but then the trainee discovers something new. A framed photo stands on the desk, but unfortunately it is positioned so that Felicia cannot see it. Her eyes twitch past the professor to the photo and her jaw tightens. Maybe there is a connection to the man who seems so similar to her and yet so superior. Like her, a stranger in a world he doesn’t belong in. A man among women like her an inadequate among perfection, a poor among privileged.

“I stand before you young lady” the professor warns icily. Felicia doesn’t even know his name, only the title but of course his warning tone is enough to make her stand at attention. The effort to please him makes him grin. The corners of his mouth curl up in a sneer, but Felicia still takes it as a sign of appreciation.

“Excuse me, Professor,” she murmurs submissively. “I just wanted to…” But the man turns away from her and sits behind the desk. This time her eyes stay fixed on him, realizing with shame and curiosity that he too is looking at the photo on the desk.

“You don’t work very fast, do you?” he asks, turning his steely gaze back to her.

“No I…” He raises his eyebrows and Felicia’s breath catches. “I mean I’m trying to… excuse me.”

“And you apologize a lot,” comes the statement. No room for challenge. But the corners of his mouth continue to go up, and Felicia hopes to please him.

“Yes professor. I do this… because…” Because I want to please you. Because I want us to like each other. Because I don’t know how to deal with you. Because I like you. Because I want you to like me. Felicia is intelligent, she knows it, despite all the efforts of the administration to make her believe otherwise. She knows what the professor is doing to her, at least she knows some things, but not many. But Felicia is also aware of her ignorance. She knows what she wants. But she does not dare to tell the man in front of her. I am happy that you have chosen me. I am afraid of you. But that makes you all the more interesting. Never having learned to say such a thing to anyone, Felicia Combton, 26, does what she does best. “Excuse me.” And sure enough, the professor laughs. Short and dry, but his eyes fix hers and make her knees buckle. Then… he says nothing more, leaving his trainee teacher standing in the room for a few seconds while he rummages around in his backpack. Felicia, now spurred on by her recent successes, tries something she has rarely done before. She takes the initiative.

“I see you only have one picture on your desk,” she says and has to pull herself together not to jump in the air with joy as the professor looks again and focuses on her. He nods. “Your family?” A smirk, different than anything she’s seen from him before.

“You could say that,” he growls.

“May I see?” Felicia is beside herself with delight when he nods and she almost flies over to him, leaning on the table beside him and looking over her shoulder at her superiors. She, too, pays no attention to the school rules while her shirt feels light around her shoulders. Then she raises her eyebrows. There are several dozen men in the photo, all in the same camouflaged uniform, smiling, laughing. Most of them have a weapon in their hands, they are standing close to each other, some are squatting, others are standing on something like boxes, trying to get them all in the picture. They are clearly soldiers. “I didn’t know…” Felicia murmurs, looking down at the professor. His smile is warmer than anything he has given her today.

“My family,” he says, but then shakes his head. “What’s left of it.”

“You mean…”

“Death. Almost all of them.” The answer comes across dry but Felicia’s heart bleeds.

“Mine too…” she mumbles, looking at her superior. Only then does she realize what is happening. She has only talked about it with one person since her parents’ death, her best friend Ariana, and that only after months of friendship and two bottles of wine. But the professor… After only one hour! Felicia is almost horrified, but eyes the professor and freezes as she looks directly into his steely eyes instead of his striking profile.

“Sorry to hear… Felicia” he says, sounding… human. In that moment, Felicia decides she likes this man. They are alike, even if he is superior to her in so many ways, he understands her.

“We have to get to class…” the woman breathes, looking at her boss in awe. The professor glances at the picture one last time, then nods.

“You lead, Felicia.” He points outside and as she hears his heavy but steady footsteps behind her, Felicia’s heart beats to her throat.