Hall Fives Hardest Lesson Pt 02

Welcome back! We're assuming you've read part 1. But if not, here's the lowdown: This is a "NonConsent/Reluctance" story, so we're in a darker place. It's also got a Fetish edge, assuming that baby-making sex is Fetish-y to you.

This is the second of three parts.

All characters participating in sexual activity in these stories are 18+.

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And there it was.

– –

Katie's eyelids made two thin lines as they slitted open from unconsciousness.

10:37.

It was bright — thanks to a sun-facing window — so it must be 10:37

in the morning.

She had to rely on external clues, because time had no meaning to her. Not since yesterday.

She felt a hand cupped on her vulva and clit; a moment later she realized it was her own. She absentmindedly closed her eyes again and rubbed herself in a gentle circular fashion before shaking out of it. She sighed. She was still wearing her stained stockings and miniskirt. Her blouse was completely open and only worn by one arm; she must have taken her bra off at some point in the night. Her mouth was dry; she was absolutely parched from too many hours of nothing going in and moans coming out.

She'd missed her 9:00 Intro to Calculus class at Hall Danver. If she got her act together, she should still be able to make her noon English Lit at Hall Sienna.

That still left the problem of Hall Five.

The most

... she discarded a dozen words that sprang to mind before forcing herself to think "traumatic."

Not that. Please, not that...

Traumatic.

The most

traumatic

thing to ever happen to me.

What to do? She could call the police, but that would almost certainly entail reliving that day, explaining what he did. She didn't know if she had the strength... the fortitude.

The press? The same problem, only worse. Nameless allegations are dismissed, named allegations are probed.

The Dean? That seemed to be the best choice. Her primary concern was her grade. No... she corrected herself. Was ensuring that Dr. Anthony Voss could never do anything like that to her, or anyone else. And if her grade could be protected at the same time... well, that was a best-case scenario.

She called Dean Napolitano's office and arranged a time to meet. 2:30... a half-hour before her next scheduled "research project" session with Dr. Voss. That should be more than enough time... especially because there was no way the next "session" would take place. Not if she could make her case to the Dean.

With a course of action planned, Katie took a shower. She forced herself to remain focused, staving off her desire to linger on... certain areas.

She dressed as plainly as she could imagine: plain white cotton bra and panties, plain black T-shirt, gray Hatherton University sweatshirt, and gray sweatpants. White socks and sneakers completed the "outfit." She wanted to be taken as seriously as possible by the Dean.

As Katie was putting her unruly red hair in a ponytail — with 27 minutes to spare before her 10-minute walk to class — a message came in on her phone, from Dr. Voss.

For your records.

It consisted of a JPG scan of her agreement (which she had her own paper copy of), and a link to a very large MOV file. She downloaded it to her phone and hit play, her heart sinking with a strong suspicion of what it was. She skipped ahead to a random portion and was greeted by her smiling face.

"Please... I want you to take your peni- your cock. I want you to take your cock and place it against my maidenhead. I want you to push through — slowly, if you can — and bury yourself deep within me. I want you to take me with powerful strokes, before exploding deep within me. I want you to try to impregnate me, to breed my fertile body with your hot cum. Please... I want your baby growing inside me."

She skipped ahead to another spot.

"Icantnopleaseit'stoomuNGGH NGGHGNGH! NGH

NGH

NGH

NGHGGGHHH!!!

"

She hopped around the 1080p performance accounting her own pierced pudenda, hearing each syllable of her "acceptance" of the Professor and his terms. It was edited, removing nearly all of her hesitation and leaving only her full-voiced and full-bodied enthusiastic — and eager — "consent."

Katie stared at the video in disbelief. Each random frame she skimmed felt more degrading and unreal. Her deflowering. Her third orgasm. The Professor's lecture about cervical mucus. Her first orgasm. "Biology always wins." Her hips high in the air as his filthy semen worked its way into her womb. The knocking of a stranger. Katie taking most of his cock into her mouth. Dr. Voss pulling her petals apart to peer at her hymen. Her second orgasm.

Shaking her head in newly rekindled rage, she laid down on her bed again and fished around in her nightstand drawer. She pulled out a pair of AirPods and inserted them in her ear canals, then slid down her sweatpants and panties.

She pressed play on her phone, the audio beamed directly into her ears.

"Yeah, fuck that dumb slut..." Katie moaned as she started rubbing her clit and crotch. "She wants it... wants It so bad... Push on through. C'mon, she won't break." Her breathing became more labored as she started writhing, her voice rising above the video she was listening to. "Knock that cunt up... Stupid little stuck-up bitch..." She thrust her fingers into her sopping snatch in time to the action, skipping ahead as need be on the phone to get to specific parts. "

Yeah,

work that huge-ass dick all the way in her. Pussy's got some snap, doesn't it?"

She snaked her hand under her sweatshirt, shirt, and bra, and alternated giving her nipples hard, full twists. "Dumbass freshman wants a kid, doesn't she?

<

gnggh

>

That'd do something for her future.

<gnggh>

B-Blow your load so high, she'll squirt on a drugstore floor. F-fuck... Work it. Work it. Work it...

<gnghgnh>

<gngngnhhh>"

She maintained her furiously working fingers as her own monologue continued in counterpoint to what she was hearing. If it weren't for the noise-cancelling AirPods, the obscene squelching of her lust-soaked pussy would have filled her ears.

"You're close, huh? Yeah? F-f-fuck fuck fuck her good. S-s-spray that seed. Wedge it in tight.

<gngnghgngghh>

<gnggnggh>

Plug her up. Nowhere for cum to go but in her tight little pussy.

<gnhggnh><GNNNGGGHHHH>

YEAH, KNOCK THAT

STUPID BITCH UP!

SHE FUCKING DESERVES IT!!

GET PREGNANT

!

GET PREGNANT!

GET PREGNANT!

<GNGH> <GNGH> <GNGH> <GNGH> <GNGH> <GNGH> <GNGH> <GNGH>..."

Katie's insistent fist fought her clamping cunny, an unstoppable force sliding over and through an immovable object like a hypersexual science experiment. She arched her back in rapid upward jolts, ending her orgasmic contractions with her hips thrust high in the air, a self-inflicted parody of the gesture Dr. Voss made her endure yesterday.

As she came back down to earth from her orbital orgasm, her eyes fluttered open to see her roommate standing there, staring in slack-jawed shock. "Are... you... all right?" Jane asked.

Katie lowered her hips and removed her hand from her quivering hole. "I'm... fine," she said, noncommittally.

The awkwardness hung between them for several long moments, prompting Katie to remove her AirPods and stop the file playing on her phone.

Clearing her throat, Jane said, "Do youuuu... need a towel?"

The rosy-faced redhead smiled sheepishly, trying to keep from dying of embarrassment. "That would be... great, th-thank you."

Katie arrived 11 minutes late for her noon class.

Outside of difficulties concentrating, English Lit class was uneventful, as was a vending-machine lunch from the Hall Sienna lobby.

Dean Frank Napolitano's office at the Administration Building was sterile, its recent construction and chrome furnishing lacking the olden charm of the academic Halls on campus. His secretary waved Katie into his office with a slight look of... disdain? Boredom? Indifference? Her mood was difficult to read, but it didn't really matter.

The Dean was not a young man, perhaps about as old as Dr. Voss's 40s or 50s but either dealt a less-robust genetic hand or less interested in taking care of himself... or quite possibly both. Balding, round in the body and face, and with a pallor that indicated the academic-bureaucratic life suited him well. He smiled warmly when Katie entered.

"Ms. O'Hara?" he asked. She nodded. "Please, come in." Two comfortable chairs were close to his desk, his sterile office obviously designed to deal with pairs of visitors.

"I... I'd rather stand."

"Of course... please." He frowned, his face indicating this was serious. "We haven't made our acquaintance before now; my apologies, but it is a nontrivially large university." He looked back and forth from his computer to her. "My system indicates you're

quite

a student; Melnik-scholarship honor student, taking a considerable course load. You

do not

believe in the "easy A" for your first year, and I respect that. Hatherton is lucky to have you."

"Now..." He tapped out some more text, then belted the Return key on his computer, before turning the screen off and turning his full attention to her. He smiled kindly but with obvious concern. "How can I help you?"

"I'm having a problem with a professor in... in... Hall Five."

He arched an eyebrow, and then nodded, as if recognizing. "Of course... Hall Five. And what is your concern?"

She told him everything... almost. The

C-

, visiting Dr. Voss, the agreement, the confidentiality, the coercion, his violation of her, his lewd lectures, making her visit the pharmacy for prenatal vitamins.

She omitted some details, like how she orgasmed several times during the ordeal, or how she purchased the New Plan emergency contraceptive. The former seemed unnecessary and could perhaps muddy her case. The latter seemed like something she could keep in reserve; there was no benefitting in revealing that the Professor's perverse plan had been biochemically thwarted.

Dean Napolitano's face took an expressive odyssey, from confused, to concerned, to shocked, to horrified, to disgusted. He opened his computer to take notes from time to time, but they were brief; mostly, he just seemed to be trying to absorb every detail and looking deep in thought.

Katie had started her speech with calm command of her voice and narrative, but got more expressive and emotional by the end, and she had to sit down. Even talking as dispassionately as she had, trying to sort the memories to make sense caused more fecund nectar to flood her femininity, and she shifted in hidden embarrassment at her body's reaction.

After an incredibly long pause to absorb everything, the Dean asked, "Have you gone to the police yet? Do you have a contact, or a case-file number?"

Katie shook her head. "I... I wanted to deal... my primary concern is..."

My grade. My scholarship. My embarrassment.

"Making sure he can't hurt me or anyone else."

"That's understandable. And commendable. So..." The Dean looked thoughtful. "I need to confront him, of course. If I ask him to my office, it's quite likely he'll know the reason of the summoning, and either flee or destroy evidence. My best option is to go see him directly."

Katie nodded. That made sense.

"I need to go immediately; if he is threatening to inflict this on other students — or if, heaven forbid, he's already done so — then I need to stop him as soon as possible."

"I have an appointment with him at three..." Katie offered, helpfully.

The Dean looked up at the clock. "That's soon; that means he's guaranteed to be in his office. Did you want to come with me? The choice is entirely yours, of course. I imagine that you haven't felt like you've had much free will this past day... I couldn't live with myself if I felt I'd coerced you one iota. But if it would be beneficial to your health and wellbeing to see him confronted... to see his downfall, and learn immediately what happens next... well, I want you to feel in control. Otherwise, I promise I will contact you later today, although — depending on what transpires — that may not be until this evening. I trust your contact information on file is accurate?"

Katie nodded, trying to process everything. On the one hand, the safest thing

seemed

to be to stay away. That would avoid any ability of Dr. Voss to hurt or humiliate her. On the other hand, if she

weren't

there, then that could almost be

more

perilous; it was quite possible that he could lie or prevaricate or weasel his way out of the situation... historically, far too many men in comparable situations have done that in the past. At least if she were there, she could rebut or counteract any spin or lies he might reveal. Perhaps as a more-dangerous reason to attend, the Professor might have access to his computer while the Dean was talking; if so, he could change her grade to the 0% as he promised. Sure, it was probably fixable, but how long would that take? Did she want to take that risk?

"I... I'd like to go with you, if that's okay."

"Of course. Do you know if you'd like to come in with me, or stay outside? And you needn't make a decision until we get there."

"I'll... decide when I get there."

"Understood. Well, then... shall we go?" The Dean stood with a grunt.

They trekked from the Administration Building to Hall Five. Occasionally other students would smile at the Dean while walking by, but most of them kept their eyes averted as they passed... perhaps to avoid being too much on the radar of the most-powerful administrative force at the University.

They set foot in the serious-stoned Hall Five entryway, then maneuvered their way down dusty halls to Dr. Voss's office, passing at least one student walking with head-down determined purpose on the way.

They arrived at the office door — DR. ANTHONY VOSS — at 2:57. It was ominously quiet as the Dean raise his knuckles. Then, stopping himself, he whispered, "Did you wish to come inside or stay out here?"

"... I'd like to come in, please."

The Dean nodded, and unleashed his fist.

[KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!]

A moment later a familiar voice sounded. "Come in," announced the controlled baritone.

Dean Napolitano swung the door open and stormed in. Katie walked in just behind with self-satisfied steps, closing the door as she crossed the threshold.

"Doctor Anthony Voss?!" the Dean bellowed... a voice not quite as authoritative as the Professor's, but still used to exercising power.

Dr. Voss — sitting behind his desk — looked startled as he saw the Dean and Katie standing side by side. "Yes, Dean Napolitano?"

The Dean spoke with controlled but fiery words, as if barely containing overwhelming emotion. "I have spoken with Ms. O'Hara today, and she has informed me of... frankly,

shocking

behavior on your part. What she has described... your control of her, your violation of her trust, her body, her mind... I... I scarcely know where to begin."

The Professor frowned but otherwise didn't betray any emotion. Katie looked smugly at him, while still standing to the Dean's side as if seeking protection.

"I'm not quite certain to what you are referring," said Dr. Voss, "But I'm sure it will all be revealed to be some kind of misunderstanding."

"Oh, there's

no

misunderstanding," the Dean bellowed, keeping his voice to a barely controlled rage. "There is no way a woman — even an 18-year-old as young and inexperienced as Ms. O'Hara — could make up these allegations." Katie nodded, frowning, as he continued. "But what I can't understand... and what I'm

hoping

you can shed some light on — before determining the most-immediate course of action — is... did you not explain to her the confidentiality clause?!"

Katie's face jolted from nodding to confused. "I'm... sorry?"

The Dean continued. "Every sentence she uttered to me is

more

than enough reason to determine that she has violated the agreement. Frankly, it's almost unfathomable how you

cannot

give her a zero for the class, which — of course — I would fully support."

"Wh-wh-

WHAT?!?!

" Katie wailed.

Dr. Voss sighed and turned his attention to the young woman. "You were to operate under the strictest conditions of confidentiality, Katie, with all due effort made to maintain confidentiality regarding my research methodology. The Dean is insinuating that you did not do so."

"B-b-b-but... you

raped

me!"

"I did nothing of the sort!" The Professor shook his head. "You have had complete control in every aspect of this encounter. I literally sent you — and the Dean — proof of that this very morning."

"Just like you had complete control over whether you came to see me — no doubt to violate your confidentiality — as well as how you are here now."

"N-no... you're... you're twisting everything!" Katie felt her face flush again with rage... and another emotion she didn't dare acknowledge.

"No one is twisting the base agreement to which you put your signature," said the Dean. "Perhaps Dr. Voss was correct when he said that your destiny may more fruitfully lie as a wife and mother, than someone of supposed intellect and rigor."

"I... I... Wait!" She was holding back sobs. "Dr. Voss, i-if you told the Dean a-about us, th-then... th-then... I

can't

have violated confidentiality!"

Dean Napolitano and Dr. Voss looked at each other, and the Professor nodded. "Well put," he said. "So it seems you do have an edge to that mind after all. Then you still find the agreement..." He smiled. "Agreeable?"

"W-well... I... I..." She looked back at the door she had closed, but realized the Dean had quietly interposed between it and her. Not that it would matter... if she ran, then she'd get a 0%, and her life would be over.

"Because," the Professor continued, "One of the aspects to which you agreed was to allow for the possibility of unconventional sample accumulation and/or accommodation, as deemed necessary by myself..." He looked significantly at the Dean. "...

or

my appointed representative."

"...Oh. Oh no." Katie stammered. "NonononoNO

NO

NO

..."

"I understand," the Professor nodded. "Again, this has all been voluntary, so you need not concern yourself with unwanted participation. In fact," he walked back around to his computer. "I insist, as I have made clear. Dean, should I submit the grade change via UniData push, or tell you?"

"Well, UniData is instantaneous, but I can certainly ensure it was properly applied when I'm back at my-"

"

STOP!

Please."

The two men stopped in their tracks at Katie's exclamation. "I... I wasn't making sense again. I'm... I'm sorry. I..." She swallowed. "I... I'm only 18. I have a lot to learn about science... and my own feelings. That's... that's part of what university life is supposed to be about. Helping me grow, as... as a person?"

She smiled shyly, walking over to the Professor. "I... I want you to help me grow. I'm convinced there's a better person inside me, waiting... or there

can

be. I know you know how, and I want everything...

everything

you can give me."

The two men looked at each other. After a pregnant pause, the Professor shook his head. "I'm sorry. I feel we've gone down this road before, and your attempt to report me..."

"I... I'm sorry. Again, I've been so confused. A-as you note, I'm so young, and I don't understand. I've never been away from home before. I... I promise won't try to report you..." She thought. "...to the police, to university authorities, to state authorities, to federal authorities, to... to... international authorities..." She removed her gray sweatshirt as she spoke. "Am I forgetting anyone?"