Chapter 08
The professor becomes a giggly bimbo
Anne was well and truly in trouble. She was a successful career woman, a professor in a prodigious university and head of a department, yet she had found herself in a stupid situation. A young man, Richard, was determined to take revenge on her, after she had expelled his sister from the university.
It all started when playing games in the bedroom, with her husband, using a brain implant to enhance the naughty roles he liked. When it was switched on she could just give into the rules it set up in her mind, playing at being his maid, a slut, a sex-droid, and many other sexy roles.
It was partly her fault, together with accidental circumstances, that led to the implant being activated for too long. She had been warned by the surgeon not to use the implant for more than an hour at a time, yet inadvertently it had been switched on for many hours, during the last few days. Even with it switched off, she was now compulsively playing the games, compelled to perform the naughty roles, however hard she tried to avoid them.
Richard found out she was controlled by an implant and told her to obey him. She had responded by telling him she was his sexy maid, and worst of all, she would be pleased to fulfill his every wish. Anne cringed in an agony of humiliation, from having to recite such demeaning words to this young man. He was a complete stranger, yet it seemed she was duty-bound to obey him, while playing out the demeaning role of a sexy maid.
He had already told her he was going to make her pay, for the hurt she caused to his sister, and this helplessness was playing right into his hands. When he was finished degrading her, she would be returned to Uncle John, and he had already used her in a far more demeaning way, than this young man could ever imagine.
"A maid? That sounds good. The important professor reduced to being a humble maid. You can start the punishment for what you did to Jean by cleaning up her room. Let's see how clever you are now, professor maid," Richard sneered.
"Yes, sir," she replied. This wasn't what she expected, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. After the dire humiliations of the last few days, this would be easy to cope with. He was only just eighteen, a year younger than his sister, so maybe he was sexually inexperienced.
"Don't get those clothes dirty or John will find out what you've been doing here. Change out of those slutty clothes and I'll get you something more appropriate to your lowly role, maid," he said, relishing the idea of ordering around an older woman, as his maid.
Richard came back to Jean's room, with an old shapeless overall his mother used, and just stood in the doorway, gaping at her. So overtaken with the role of a sexy maid, Anne had stripped off, ready for a new outfit. She stood completely naked, waiting for him, with her clothes neatly folded on a chair.
"Damn! Those tits are big!" he gasped. "You've shaved down there too," he added. He had meant for her to wait while he fetched the overall. This was a pleasant surprise and showed how much she was under the influence of the role as a sexy maid.
Anne felt belittled from this honest expression of amazement. The imbedded game play had her responding to it before she had a chance to resist. She looked toward him with lowered eyes, unable to look him in the eye, not just acting but feeling like his humble, sexy little maid.
"Maybe you don't need this after all. You can always take a shower afterwards, if you get dirty. Though it looks as though it'll take more than a shower to wash off the look of a dirty bitch on heat," he scolded her.
He had started out being mean to her, as a way of punishing her, but the tone of voice was changing. He sounded husky, and looking down, she could see he was responding to her naked body. At least in this role she was passive. As a slut, she would be actively seeking his cock.
"Get on with it then," Richard ordered.
"Yes, sir, thank you sir," Anne responded. It was awful, to be replying so pathetically to this young man. The order to clean up the room, and his domineering attitude, all worked toward pushing her deeper into the humble role. She couldn't avoid bending over the bed to straighten it, and picking up dirty dishes from the floor.
If she could have bent in a more subtle way, it would have helped preserve her dignity. The game rules had her bending over before him, in a straight leg bend, with them parted. The rules were well and truly planted in her head, forcing her to be his sexy maid, showing off her sex to him.
It wouldn't have been so bad wearing a sexy costume, for at least her sex would have been covered. While naked, it was terribly humiliating, and that was turning her on. He was casually leaning against the door frame, unsubtly staring at her every move. She could feel his eyes roving between her legs. Even he would be able to understand the effect this was having upon her.
Bent over a low coffee table, she scrubbed at the marks left by abandoned slices of pizza. Her breasts jiggled under her, and she couldn't help wiggling her bottom at him. She knew he would be able to see her glistening sex, opening up, ready for him to make use of.
That was a terrible thought! It was humbling to even think like that, but she had to acknowledge the fact, her body was ready and awaiting his use. The sexual tension was growing by the minute. She was almost regretting not being his slut. At least then she could tease and cajole him into taking her. Just waiting for him to make the inevitable move was agonizing.
All she could think of was taking this young strangers cock, with all her inhibitions liberated, abolished by the deeply imbedded rules of the game. Her mind was flooded with arousal, as much as her pussy was sopping with sex juices. She couldn't help moving her body around the room, exposing her sex, in the most indelicate provocation, taunting him, wanting him.
"No wonder you were dressed like a slut, you are a slut," Richard commented, with a derisory smile. "It's difficult to imagine you as an important professor at that university," he told her.
For a short moment Anne cringed from the implications of those dreadful words; he had called her a slut. She was a university professor, yet he had just invoked a damnable game role that was impossible to defy. She was so worked up already, there was no way to resist or even beg for release. There was only one form of release she wanted now.
She turned her head toward him looking over her shoulder, giving him a sultry look, with hooded eyes and pouting lips. "Yes! I'm a slut, your slut," Anne replied in a whispery voice, soaked in sexual desire.
She felt his presence, close behind her, and automatically bent over the bed, raising her ass to him. "Please, no, you mustn't," she whispered. "I'm not a, not a, I'm a slut," she whimpered.
She felt his cock tap her bottom, and Anne moaned a long painful sound. "I'm just a slut on heat, take me," she said, trying to suppress the words, yet releasing them through gritted teeth.
She felt his cock maneuvering between her cheeks, inexpertly trying to find her sex. The red hot cock seemed to burn over her lips as it stroked them. The hardness she wanted just skimmed over the wet lips, sawing back and forth, as though teasing her.
She wriggled her bottom, trying to maneuver him into place, but their timing was wrong. He was too inexperienced to just force is way in, and the tentative stabs at her wet hole, were frustratingly missing the target.
"Please, sir, please fuck me. Your slut needs a cock. You're slut needs filling, please fuck me, now!" Anne demanded. She heard the words, as though they were from someone else, someone so very depraved. How could she say such dreadful things?
At last he grabbed a hold of her hips, held her still, and thrust in. Animal lust engulfed her. She lifted her head and cried out. "Yes! Oh! Yes, thank you, sir," she cried out. She pushed back, strongly engulfing his hard cock, gripping it with strong muscles.
"I'm a good slut, a well taught slut. Fill your slut with cum, please, sir," Anne begged. A small part of her mind remembered who she was, adding to the humiliation. The rules of the game thoroughly gripped her mind, letting her play out the role of a slut, to a well practiced perfection.
He gripped her hips tight and thrust in, working on her with solid, strong, thumps of his hips against her soft cheeks. His youthful energy kept him working on her vagina, with vigorous strokes. He held her still, making her accept his rhythm, as though he were just using her hole for his sexual pleasure.
"Use your slut, fuck your slut!" she yelled, with a wild abandon, shaking her head from side to side.
She became silent as an orgasm crept upon her. Her head rocked up and down with his now steady thrusts. She felt every movement inside, moving deep into her body. In one last plunge he lifted her feet off the floor, holding her there, with his strong stiff cock, buried deep inside her vagina.
She felt it spasm, imagining it spurting fluid deep inside, filling her up with young vigorous sperm. "Fill your slut up, make your slut all yours," she yelled.
As he shrunk inside her, they collapsed onto the bed. She rolled him off her, onto his back. She moved down his sweaty body, with kisses and licks, all the way down to his flaccid cock. With a strong suction she had him in her mouth, all of it, right down to his balls. Pulling at his cock, and running her tongue around it, she cleaned it. She sucked every last drop from his sack.
Soon he was clean and the task was over. Anne felt the game ending too, releasing her from its overpowering control. Her head flopped onto his hard, flat stomach. She felt sated and guilty. A few days ago she would have been frightened, with this dire condition threatening her life. After such abuse she had become used to it and so, felt a great relief that it was over, for the moment.
"Please, just let me go," she mumbled. "You've humiliated me, isn't that punishment enough?" she raised her head, looking him in the eye.
"You wanted it! I don't call that humiliation. You begged me to fuck you," he told her.
"That's what I mean," she quickly returned, with an earnest expression.
"I might take you back to John," he began.
"No! Please, let me just go home, please," she begged.
"Why? What's wrong with John, what will he do to you?" he asked.
"Bad things, I can't tell you," she shuddered.
"What did you do before then? You seem to have had a lot of practice," he teased. He took her chin in one hand to look her in the eye. "Perhaps I should make you my sex slave, you'll tell me then," he said.
Anne gasped. "No! Please don't. I'll tell you whatever you want," she said, recoiling from him.
