A Scholar's Restraint

The sound of a key in the door woke him from a broken sleep. Struggling to open his eyes, he caught sight of someone entering his study... what used to be his study. He slowly glanced around through slumber-fogged vision and took in the overturned bookcases, the scattered papers, the motes of light that floated lazily in the morning sunlight beaming in from the tall windows. Motes, he realized grimly, that were likely ashes from the pile of still-smoldering journals burning in his fireplace. He reflexively tried to run a hand through his hair in concern, but the clanking sound of harsh metal reminded him that was currently not an option. He looked at the manacles on his wrists and could feel others around his ankles, tightly chained to metal stakes haphazardly spiked into the wall near his desk. A chill went across his skin and he glanced down, grimly observing that he'd been stripped naked. The small, yet highly-trained forces that invaded in the middle of the night were likely to blame, the bump on the back of his head abruptly reminding him of being knocked unconscious after rising from his bed. He closed his eyes and grimaced as he felt another deep chill run across his bare skin. So it was to be humiliation.

Opening his eyes, he licked his parched lips and focused his vision instead on who had entered the study, this hooded person who had just finished locking the door. As they turned to face him, the hood was lowered to reveal a young woman with lightly tanned skin and long blonde hair tightly tied back in a tail. Her young demeanor was harshly contrasted by the long grey robes she wore, indicating she was a member of the Order. His countenance became grim as she calmly looked around at the study, taking in the chaos with a bored look on her face, eyes sliding over his naked restrained body like it was just another piece of overturned furniture.

"I... I demand-" he started wearily, voice croaking. Her eyes darted to him and she put a finger up to her lips with one hand while revealing a jagged dagger from her robes with the other. As he sputtered to silence she shook her head and slowly approached him. She kept her unblinking gaze fixed on him as she walked; he could see her feet were bare as she silently walked on the detritus covering the rug of his study. His study... where he had spent so much of his time thinking, writing, living. He was briefly adrift amidst the loss of his former life and then he realized she was standing in front of him, unmoving. He took a moment to focus on her again and really take in the sight of his captor.

She was unerringly beautiful... the softness of her face, the shape of her small pink lips, the intensity of her cool blue eyes, it was all too perfect. She somehow reminded him of all the women in his life when he was younger, the youth and energy she radiated contrasted sharply with her cold menacing stare. He was suddenly furious at being naked in front of this gorgeous young woman clad in the robes of a murderous organization. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Your damned cult has NO right to-" before he could finish her dagger was suddenly at his throat, her hand covering his mouth. Her blue eyes glared at him with the same intensity as the knife pricking his skin. She shook her head again fiercely, making it abundantly clear what would happen if he spoke again. After a few moments the anger subsided and he caught himself staring at the angles of her face, and a small tuft of blonde hair that had broken free during her nimble maneuver. He also could smell the faintest hint of jasmine radiating off of her. Despite the situation, he suddenly found himself thinking about how lovely she was. Her fingers, clamped over his mouth were soft yet strong. His blood stirred at the proximity of her beauty while his mind reeled at the ridiculousness of the reaction.

Having made her point, she released his mouth and placed the dagger on the corner of his desk, well within her reach. She then began to move her eyes all over his body, still taking the sight of him in as if he was a piece of meat and she had the dull task of carving him into pieces. Horror washed over him as he looked down to see that, while mentally he was in a state of cold terror, her closeness had produced a physical reaction, one that she was currently looking at curiously. He was not ashamed of his body, as an academic he had accepted his was not to be a life of rough hands and a toned physique, but at this moment he was watching in horrific fascination as his long flaccid member slowly throbbed the longer she stared at it. Instinctively he struggled against the chains, and at the sound of the clatter her eyes met his again... one last warning. He ceased his movement and just hung there, watching her closely.

After a few beats she resumed her clinical inspection of his growing excitement. He tried to think about terrible things, his colleagues likely murdered elsewhere in the College, the students kidnapped, their parents terrified. He tried to think about how the Duke would react upon hearing the Cult had made such a brash maneuver as to blatantly attack the College. Would the garrison of the nearby town hear of this, and how long would it take for them to arrive? He felt himself becoming less excited as he lost himself in these thoughts, the shock of the totality of situation washing over him.

Then she knelt down in front of him, her hands calmly resting on the front of her robe. Her face now merely a foot away from his member, which she was still scrutinizing. His mind reeled, and he looked on helplessly as he began throbbing again. She had done nothing, nothing to provoke this reaction, her face was as steely and devoid of emotion as when she walked in. Is this all it took? She watched as his cock began to pulsate again, growing longer, thicker, right in front of her face. She observed it like an experiment, observing every detail of his now-fully erect phallus waving idly mere inches from her mouth. He closed his eyes and tried again, thinking of the permanent ramifications that this attack would have on the stability of the Duchy, and how-

The sound of fabric moving distracted him from his thoughts and he opened his eyes. She was pulling her dark robes off over her head, their grim hue starkly contrasting against her bare skin. His world became very small for a few moments as he stared unbelievingly at her naked body. The lovely shape of her upturned breasts, sunlight from his windows striping across her pink nipples as she calmly folded her robes and placed them next to her dagger, seemingly uncaring at the man drowning in her young form. She turned to him, folding her arms in front of her chest, examining him again wordlessly. For a few seconds he tried to fix his stare at her face but felt his gaze sliding down. Between her lithe tanned thighs was a small tuft of blonde hair, carefully groomed. He felt something inside of him silently snap as his eyes pored over her young, gently trimmed mound. He also felt himself throbbing strongly and didn't have to look to know how impossibly hard he was. He watched her take the dagger from the desk, and a strange and terrifying mixture of fear and lust filled him as he watched her kneel down in front of him again, setting the dagger down on the floor. Then, without warning, she grasped him with her soft, cool hand and looked up at him, and moaned quietly. Her eyes suddenly filled with lust, a crooked grin settling on her soft lips.

The whiplash of the moment stunned him, she had gone from cold and calculating to almost purring as she looked up at him, his throbbing cock so thick her small hand couldn't even fit around it. The entire time she kept looking up at him, her hand slowly sliding up and down on him, and then as translucence began dripping out of him she pressed her tongue to it and was seemingly immediately enchanted by the taste, her eyes dancing.

He had left his mind, this is all that mattered. He just watched and felt his body react on impulse and couldn't suppress a loud moan as she slipped him into her hot mouth. Her eyes were on his the entire time as she slid him in and out past her lips, lathering her tongue on him, rubbing his head against the back of her throat, sucking tight around his girth. Little flecks of spit began to form around her mouth where he was sliding in, her lips and chin quickly became slick with her efforts. When she looked him dead in the eyes and made a perfect "mmm" sound, vibrating his soul as well as the cock deep in her mouth, he went into mental tunnel. He had no idea how much time had passed, only the sensation and her smiling eyes, the intensity of the moment. He felt something stirring within himself, and he knew he would be unable to suppress it.

"Well, well. Look at you." A cool voice rippled from behind her, his head snapped up to see another woman standing there. How long had she been there? When did the door unlock and then open? It was still all a hot, furtive dream. This woman seemed to carry an authority about her, her pale skin contrasted by her long black hair pooling around the top of her own grey cloak, her eyes, framed with dark makeup blinking softly above a simple black mask covering her face. He suddenly felt cold, and looked down to see the blonde woman had stopped, and now knelt patiently, comfortably resting her hands on her thighs, her eyes distant and clearly no longer interested in the intimacy she had just been lavishing him with. Her spit and his expectant juices slowly dripped down from her chin, droplets sliding down her breasts, catching the sunlight. A shudder went through his body, his senses were humming, his brain on fire, his entire body was an erection, he felt like a he had a fist sticking out from between his legs and he had been about to-

"Not a particularly... intellectual moment for you, hmm?" The pale women's voice smirked as she spoke, and walked over to stand behind the naked kneeling woman. He felt the danger of the moment, he knew his life was at risk, but everything in his mind was narrow, singular, and his eyes slid down to the woman who moments before had been moaning with him deep in her mouth, whose now-dead eyes once promised an infinite tunnel of pleasure.

"Please," he found himself whispering, his eyes locked on the shape of the younger woman's slick mouth. He could feel his massive erection, throbbing, expectant, glistening, and not ebbing in the slightest. The pale woman just stared, and took a moment to take in the sight of his undeniable lust before retorting with a sneer in her voice.

"Please? Please what? What is it you want so badly? Isn't this the 'hedonistic devilry' you've been writing against for so many years? Decrying the 'demonic pleasures' our group engages in?" At an unspoken command, the woman on her knees leaned forward slightly and placed a wet, open mouth within inches of him. But that wasn't the worst part, she looked up at him and eyes that had been dead before suddenly filled again with warmth, sensuality, and tenderness as she pretended to regard his cock with utter delight and insatiable lust. She looked up at him as if the only thing keeping her alive was the promise of him filling up her mouth and pumping his warmth down her throat. A grin perked the corner of her mouth as she looked up at him expectantly. He wrenched his limbs against the shackles that kept him fast, propped up vertically as he had been for hours.

"Goddamn you," he growled, his sudden burst of anger quickly counteracted as the pale woman, still standing behind her kneeling subordinate, slowly started pulling off her own robes. The cloth briefly grappled with her full, heavy breasts before they pleasantly dropped when finally exposed, her pale nipples erect in the sunlight. His eyes couldn't tear away from their motion, their size, their shape, how they moved in unison as she unabashedly let the robes drop to the floor and casually stretched, letting him take in every inch of her. He was entranced by her hourglass shape, the absolutely enticing dark bush of hair between her shapely thighs contrasting so beautifully with her pale skin. "No," he whispered as his eyes greedily responded to what she was offering, his cock started aching, his nerves were electricity, and he felt his willpower failing from the attack on multiple fronts.

"Interesting, isn't it?" the black-haired woman purred, gently stroking the blonde woman's hair with long, delicate fingers, her mask the only clothing she wore. "You claim to know how we think, what informs our choices. The resulting human intellect a product of thousands of years of evolution. And yet all of that is so easily defeated by a young body pretending to share a moment with you." The black-haired woman pulled over one of his chairs, and positioned herself so her long pale legs straddled the arms of the younger one. She then reached down and began to run her fingers down the tanned woman's chest, fingers gently playing with his glistening juices there, swirling around the nipple... the younger woman just continued to stare up at him with those eyes, those eyes he knew were a lie, but he was helpless to believe. "And all you want to do right now -- even when you know you're in mortal danger! -- is to shoot your spunk wherever we let you. It's all you can think about, isn't it?" She was pinching the tanned woman's nipples now, and he saw her fake eyes twitch slightly with a glimmer of authentic lust. "Ooh," the pale one purred. "Further proof. Our lust is not synthetic, as I'm sure you're grappling with now. It's simply redirected." After a moment, she silently took off her mask, let it fall to the floor and began licking the neck of the tanned woman. Slowly at first, running her long pink tongue along the others jaw line and along her throat. He could see the goosebumps on the younger woman's tan skin ripple briefly. Her eyes had melted from a fabricated lust to an authentic one in a matter of moments.

She didn't move though, she kept staring up at him, something keeping her from physically responding to the pale woman, who was proceeding to ravish her passionately, kissing her neck, slowly slipping her tongue into the other's mouth, seemingly savoring her small lips with her own dyed purple ones. He was in a tunnel and all he could see was the pleasure the pale woman was lavishing on the other. She gave her one last kiss on the neck and then looked up at him. "You see, we're not immune to it either." Still leaning forward, one of the pale woman's hands slid down the tanned skin of the other, quickly questing between her legs. He watched as the blonde woman's eyes rolled back and the most impossibly perfect sound escaped from the back of her throat. Where his lust had briefly been flagging with fascination, it was replaced with urgent agony. He was forced to watch her face contort slightly as the pale woman's hand rhythmically moved between the other's legs, who began moaning uncontrollably, her eyes now seeing nothing, focused on the cadence of her growing ecstasy. The pale woman also ignored him, instead focused on her task at hand, and continued to kiss the tanned woman's neck and stick her tongue out to have it sucked instantly. The blonde woman began grinding against the other's hand and moaning a rhythm, he watched this intently, and just as the tanned woman started to take a deep breath, there was a catch in her throat as the pale one stopped and pulled up her hand back up, her long fingers now glistening in the sunlight. He watched as the tanned woman's face turned from pleasure to pain, her brow furrowing, her moans now pleading. And yet, the entire time she stared up at him, his cock throbbing still inches from her face.

"Admit it," the pale woman said, licking the young woman's pleasure from her fingers casually, strands of her long black hair caught in a layer of sweat she had worked up. He had trouble breaking his gaze from the blonde woman's tortured expression, and when her statement was repeated, he furrowed his brow in confusion. The pale woman's voice got a bit sterner as she glared at him. "Admit you're wrong. We're not truly evolved, there's no perfect intellectual structure that drives everyone. We're just animals that ultimately respond to stimulus, following our instincts." He couldn't tear his eyes off of the kneeling woman's face, he could see her lust, her desire, everything that was pulsing through his body reflected back at him. For a brief moment he entertained a fantasy of breaking the chains that held him, picking her up and fucking her for hours until he couldn't come any more, slipping this thickness in and out of her tight holes as if there was nothing else in life. The urge to fuck her was so hard, so pure, so exact that he felt his mouth moving as he whispered something.

"What was that?" the pale woman asked, a wet finger resting on her purple lips whose dye had smeared slightly, her honeyed voice distant in his pounding ears.

"No evolution... no structure... all I want to do is FUCK her... HARD... until I finish", and he meant every word of it, his thoughts boiled down to a single point in time and space. The blonde woman's eyes widened, not at his statement, but at the other woman's hand returning between her legs, quickly picking up the previous cadence. As she worked her steadily, he could see her pale curves jiggling with the effort. He felt confused, he was going to put it somewhere, but now he felt conflicted. Initially it was in the young one's mouth, then deep inside of her, but now the pale woman's huge and gently bouncing tits called out to him. Those thoughts were dismissed the moment the tanned woman started moaning loudly. He watched as she lost her composure, her walls crumbled, and she was exposed.

She started moaning and closed her eyes, her body spasming, grinding against the fingers that were slipping in and out of her, rubbing her swollen clit. As she climaxed, she looked up at him and they locked eyes. For the first moment, they exchanged something real. With the gentlest of motions she leaned up, mid-orgasm, and briefly wrapped her lips around the head of his hard cock that had been thrust high and thick into the waiting air. She didn't seem surprised at all when, with a grunt he started spurting in her mouth, she let him slide out and he continued to paint her face and her lips, he spurted white hot streams on her chest and her neck. He didn't care, he felt free, he was in another place, everything was rushing away in a hot cloud of pure energy. When he returned a few moments later, he looked down at her, marveling at the thick lines of glistening white that streaked her body and slowly dripped out of her mouth. She was calming down, he was calming down. And then the pale woman started to lick his cooling spunk from the younger one's lips, and his erection returned instantly.

She then looked up at him with a devilish grin, her purple lips wet with his juices and purred, "That's all I wanted to hear."