Chapter 14
Awkward situation in college
"There's no need, professor, I know the way," Jean lightly stated.
"I'm only too glad to. It's the least I can do, after what I put you through," Anne replied. "I want to give your tutor and everyone else a clear message, that you have my support," Anne stated.
Jean was surprised when the professor took hold of her hand, and gently squeezed it. She gave the professor a shy smile and entered the classroom. She thought of the woman as everyone else did, as a grumpy tyrant. Yet they had a pleasant chat, and she was actually escorted to her first class since returning to college.
Jean sat at the back of the class, wondering what her brother had said to the professor. He admitted meeting the professor while visiting the uncle who was a neighbour. Her brother wouldn't go into details, though she figured that was because he was a guy, and couldn't be bothered. She became determined to press him for some juicy gossip, next time she saw him.
Anne strode down the corridor, head held high, scattering students and lecturers as though she were an imperial senator. Her high heels clacked on the hardwood floors. Students looked away, not wanting to be noticed, in case she had something to say against them. Some of the teaching staff became busy for the same reason.
In her office Anne called to Judy, her secretary. "What have we got on United Builders?"
"A slim file, you want it?" Judy asked, over the intercom.
She knew the boss wouldn't explain why that student had been taken back, after being expelled. She figured the punishment had been enough, and on top of that, the poor girl had a baby to look after. Judy slapped the file on the desk and walked out.
"Thanks!" Anne murmured.
Judy stopped in mid stride. "You're welcome," Judy replied, and continued to her desk. She wondered if the boss was going soft, with that uncharacteristic thank you. Anne was checking the building contractors, scrutinising them for irregularities. The boss was probably enjoying it so much, she forgot herself.
Anne needed something to distract her thoughts, so this file was useful in more ways than one. Meeting Jean again brought two bad memories colliding together. The emotions generated were disturbing and difficult to dismiss.
Jean's brother blackmailed her into bringing Jean back to college. It was unsettling remembering being forced to have sex with the girl's brother. On reflection, and from recent experience, she had been wrong to expel the girl in the first place. The girl had become pregnant outside of a relationship, so under the college rules she had been expelled.
Anne vigorously rubbed her face with cold water. She was thankful to have a private bathroom attached to her office. The high state of arousal from those bad memories was too distracting to concentrate. Her office seemed to suffocate her.
"There's a student, wants to see you," Judy said, after buzzing the intercom.
"Send them in," Anne promptly said.
Judy was surprised. Lowly students always needed an appointment; no-one could just walk in to the professor's office, not even the Dean. She hadn't even asked who it was. "Are you sure?" Judy asked.
"I need a distraction from these boring contracts. How can men be so stupid?" Anne absently commented.
Judy smiled at the student. The boss probably wanted someone to chew and spit out. She watched the innocent fool open the door and walk in to the lions den. She heard the boss say something, but didn't catch it.
Anne looked up with an expression of annoyance. Her face changed immediately on seeing who it was. She arose out of the impressive leather chair, straightened the skirt with one hand, and flicked at her hair with the other.
"Master!" she smiled, and looked down at the carpet in deference to him.
Bob smiled at her, though she couldn't see his face, or that he was very pleased with himself. "Relax, you know I will look after you," he told her. The phrase had a special meaning after the brainwashing Anne had been through
This was where it all started, in this office. At least it had for him. By the time he first walked in here the professor had been so badly mistreated she had been ground down, into a submissive mess. He was pleased with the way things had progressed. She looked happier, and was very nearly back to her old self.
She looked up at him with a look of consternation upon her face. "I'm not sure," she hesitantly spoke.
"What aren't you sure about? Tell me, and I'll help you," he confidently stated.
"I'm not sure you should be here. Sorry master," Anne quickly added. She stood before him nervously squirming. The expression on her face was full of contradictions.
"Don't worry, if anyone comes in you are to behave as normal. I needed to see if you were coping. How are you?" he asked.
Anne knew this was all wrong. It was true, she did feel relaxed in his presence, but that didn't make it right. A student shouldn't be controlling her, making her feel like a slave. She fidgeted on the chair, squashing her sex into the leather. Earlier she had been heated up, and now his presence was stoking the fire.
She dare not think about the things he made her do. The lewd acts performed while out of her mind were best forgotten. He had brought her out of that dark place; trapped in her own mind in a catatonic state. There was still a yearning to please him that was difficult to shake off. He had brain washed her. It was only slightly different from being controlled by the implant, except she could now complain, though ineffectively.
"Has anything been troubling you?" he asked.
The sincerity of his question made her heart skip a beat. She was bound to tell him anyway, but his concern moved her. He really meant it when he said he was going to look after her. It drew her in a little further, accepting him as her master that little bit more.
She recounted the day so far, including her thoughts and arousal. "So, are you still horny?" he asked.
His tone of voice wasn't condescending. He was just asking from concern over her welfare. He wanted to look after her, to ensure she was happy. "Yes, master," she reluctantly admitted.
It wasn't right discussing how horny she was with a student, though it felt good. In fact it felt wonderful to share her feelings with her master.
"Come over here, come to me, come to your master," he whispered.
Hardly realising she had moved, Anne found herself in his arms. The feel of his strong hands caressing her body left her breathing heavily. She lifted her head for him to caress her neck. Fingers were running through her long hair, and stroking her face.
His palm cupped her chin lifting her lips to his. He explored her mouth, delicately running rings around her tongue. This time there was no pretence, no playing around, he knew what she wanted.
"You're used to being taken often, so you need it now. You do need it now, don't you?" Bob asked.
Even if he hadn't brainwashed her, that assault would have been hard to defend against. As it was she was his to command. She just hoped he wasn't going to tease her, thinking to keep her hot until they arrived home after college. That would be so hard to accept, and so difficult to cope with.
"Yes, master, your dutiful slave is hot for her master," Anne lightly whispered into his ear. Her makeup had been freshened up, with the hot red lipstick he liked. She pursed her lips, hoping he was going to look after her now. It was wrong, very wrong, but he was right about the desperate stat of arousal.
"Please, master," she quietly groaned. Anne pressed her sex against him, and rubbed her large breasts across his chest. Her breasts weren't sensitive so it did nothing for her, but she knew the massive bust did it for him.
She needed him, and was willing to work hard for what she wanted. It was important to work him up properly, or he might just want a blow job. As much as it would be nice to feel his cock anywhere in her body, she really wanted it between her legs. There was a great ache in her lower body. Her vagina felt as though there was something missing from it.
"Please, master, your slave needs your cock," Anne quietly cried. Full of nervous tension she danced on the spot, jiggling her breasts up and down. The knowledge of how badly and how pitifully she was behaving enhanced the tension, increasing the arousal. She knew it was wrong, but couldn't help it.
Over the past weeks she had been a sexy slut and worse, if that were possible. It was possible and she had been there, done it, experiencing it full on. Now she was a sex addict, and he was her master ready to look after her.
"Bend over the desk," he told her. She didn't need telling to lift the back of the dress, or pull the panties aside.
She looked over her shoulder at him. She watched him unzip the jeans, and pull out a lovely, engorged cock. She gasped in anticipation. She turned her head, and tightly gripped the desk with both hands. She spread her legs and opened her thighs as wide as possible. The professor was spread out over her desk ready for a student to take her.
Her whole body trembled. She felt the loose belt buckle slap against her thighs. Her master's cock slid between the cheeks of her bottom. For a moment she wondered if he was preparing to take her asshole. He could if he so wished, for he was the master of her mind and body.
'Oh! No! Am I so degenerate, to believe that?' she thought. After what she had been through it was only too true. He could do anything he liked to her, and she would thank him for it.
His cock slid over her asshole. She was prepared to relax and help him take her tight hole. She felt his cock slide further down, until it prodded her lips. Her wonderfully thoughtful master sawed his hard cock across her lips. She was already soaking wet. She wanted to tell him to get on with it, but that certainly wouldn't do. She was just a humble sex slave waiting upon her master's whims.
She wanted to thrust back at him, from being so frustratingly close to being taken. "Please, master," she whispered.
