Naive Professor Is Trapped

All the characters are 18 and above. This story can be unsettling as it is non consensual in nature. Its fiction and any part of this story playing out in real life would not just be breaking the law, but hugely problematic too. Appreciate feedback as this is my first story.

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I came across her while running from one classroom to the next. A masters course is inexplicably loaded with coursework, assignments, group tasks and yeah, networking. As a student at a liberal university, the university was a mix of students, faculty from a diverse group. In my rush to not be late, I was jogging towards my next class when I accidentally bumped into her and sent her assignment notebooks flying. I apologised profusely and helped her to collect the books scattered on the floor. She was not annoyed and just smiled as I helped her pick up the books. Petite, with flowing smooth hair, she was a stunner. Jet back eyes, tiny waist, not busty and her posture was something which caught my eye.

As I picked up the books, I noticed her insanely tempting bubble butt. I had to remind myself to not be inappropriate and risk getting kicked out of the university. I read the assignment books that were marked for professor, Minal Thakur. I guessed she was in her mid thirties, which was later corrected by my batchmates, she was in her early forties. With that body, no one could put her beyond early twenties. She thanked me for picking up the books and dashed to her own classroom. I was smitten. I noted down the classroom and figured out I had some friends in her stream. I made it a point to ask some of them during the lunch break about Minal. They were gushing about her being a bubbly, lively, loveable and a really warm and helpful professor. Also, she was brilliant at what she thought. Ofcourse, she clearly was a wet fantasy for many of my friends too.

Few weeks rolled by, in the interim, I had managed to have a bad muscle tear and was hobbling with a temporary crutch and waiting at the gate for my friend to drop me back to my room near the university. I saw an SUV slow down and roll the window down, Minal waved at me and asked me if I was okay. Clearly, my face had some pain etched on it. I walked to her window and told her that it was just a small muscle tear in my right calf and that I was waiting for a friend to drop me off at my place. She immediately offered to drop me if my place was nearby. My instant reaction was to refuse, but she insisted. I couldn't refuse the second time and hopped in. She was known to help students all the time, so this came as no surprise to me. She had to pull the seat back, clearly, she did not have many passengers over 6 feet. She checked in on my course, on how I was finding the classes, and small talk. A ten minute drive and we were at the entrance of my flat.

That's when she realised I had to climb the stairs to reach my flat. I was also lugging a massive bag and a football kit. People who have this urge to help others, at times end up committing themselves to something they have no idea of, on how bad it could end up being for them. "Are you sure you can lift this up and walk up the stairs, especially with that crutch?". I smiled and said "yeah, that's exactly why I was waiting for my friend to help me back into my room". She smiled back at me, gosh, that's an incredibly powerful smile " no worries, I can do that for you". Before I could say anything, she had pulled up next to the gate, and took my bag out and helped me out of the car and started walking up the stairs. I opened the door and thanked her profusely, she walked in, placed the bag in the living room, did a quick little scan, and was like, you need help to clean up this place. I offered if I could make some tea for her, she waved it off, and said she had to head back and wished me well.

Next day, I ended up waiting for an hour at the gate, hoping to get her attention if she was heading out too. Lady luck wasn't my friend that day. Same thing happened the next day and day after. As she was exiting the campus, she spotted me waiting at the gate and pulled up next to me and asked me to hop in. More small talk followed and she stopped at my place, took my bag out and dropped it off in the living room. I offered her tea again, but she smiled, waved it off. This routine happened for a couple of weeks intermittently. I was heartbroken when the doctor said I was healed. Did that mean my excuse to see her again vanished. Thankfully, I saw the SUV stop the next day as I was walking back, she said hop in, I will drop you. She dropped me off at the gate and took off. The next day, my wait yielded results, she asked me to hop in. We had our usual share of small talk as usual, the way she was handling the steering wheel made me realise she was in some pain. I asked her if she was okay. She was like, yeah, all good, a small little niggle near her mid back. That was the window which was to change everything for her.

Some contexts, I come from a well-to-do family, unlike other students who were staying in the university hostel, I could afford my own private pad. A life long drifter, I had dropped off my engineering course, had taken up different gigs, one which I really enjoyed was being a masseuse and a physiotherapist. I ended up being certified and it turns out I was extremely good at it.

I told her as much, " Listen, I am a certified masseuse and a movement therapist, I can have a look at your back and might be of some help". She clearly was in considerable pain and had that pregnant pause to my offer. I did not back down and insisted. "Okay, I have a half an hour window, but wouldn't want to be a bother". I was okay with it. She walked in and was pleasantly surprised to see a clean space. I finally got to offer her some tea, and she was quite blown away by it. She gave me a quick overview of her pain, stiffness and a muscle pull at her lower back was causing her discomfort. I asked her if I could quickly assess that area by pressing my fingers around the area which I thought might be the epicentre of pain, and she consented to it. I pressed my fingers on her lower back near to her right lat and asked her to assess the pain in the scale from 1-10, she was at 8 near her mid back and 9 near her lats. This gave her some confidence as I had figured out the pain areas super fast. Quick action helped too, my gig as a masseuse and a physio came to my rescue. I could see her wince as I exerted pressure, and her face changed when I was able to release some tension near her lat. 15 mins later, she was definitely relieved to a great extent. The next 15, I used some tex bands to show some movements to help her daily. She was really thankful and headed back to the door, she gave me a quick hug and left.

I had no luck running into her for a fortnight. And there she was in the university corridor when I saw her next. She was beaming, and said that my exercises were really helpful and she was feeling a lot better. She was also really impressed with my skills. Not letting this slide, I offered to reassess and help her with other exercises if she was okay with it. She took my offer but insisted on paying for my service. I laughed it off but since I didn't want to blow a chance, I agreed to get paid. She agreed to drop me off the next day as she had to leave early today. In hindsight, that was a mistake on her part.

This tall cuddly bear version of me cloaked a sinister and perverse soul within. I had masturbated thinking of her many times every day, since the day I had seen her. My fantasies of her were far from vanilla. I had imagined taking her petite 5'5 frame with force. I had subjected her in my head to things I had always fantasised about. I badly wanted her cute small mouth gagging on my enormous organ. I had fantasised penetrating her asshole, her bubble butt had given me enough sleepless nights. I had figured she was a 34 B cup and a waist of 26 and her hips were a definite 36. For her petite frame, she clearly had well toned thighs and calves.

My dad was an anaesthetist and a fellow pervert. He had shared many combinations of drugs which would either lay someone low or send them on an insane sexual erotic drive. Consent was a facade for us. A shared immoral code. Call it an immoral Dexter and his dad combination.

When I had turned 18, he indoctrinated me into his world, His lessons were unlike other dads. He had asked me to stay back in the clinic that day, I walked into a heavily sedated but conscious gorgeous middle aged woman. Turns out, he was fucking her every other week. She was a putty on some trippy drugs who was hungry for cock. Rather, the drug induced that hungriness. The following months, me and my dad ruined her for other men. Months later, she was left with a gapping arsehole and some very traumatised idea of sex. Vanilla was never going to work for her in the future.

That day, I went back to brew my own mix of cocktail of drugs which would leave even an asexual person so insanely horny that they would be fucking the next thing you could think of. She turned up the next day at the gate, on time, disciplined as ever. I could feel my cock throbbing. I had to be careful here, this was risky, as she wasn't just any ordinary woman. She was well respected, connected and famous too. Back at my place, my concocted tea waited for her, and she drank it with relish. To be honest, I did brew some kickass tea too.

A few minutes later, I saw her face change, the drugs were taking a grip on her immediately. She wasn't dizzy or hallucinating, she would have looked perfectly sober for any other human, except that her body was on fire, a fire to be doused by lots of sex. I walked her to my massage table, asked her to sit on it, and began working on her lat, without having to remove her shirt. Completely professional. Her pain had reduced, but still needed some work. 30 mins of genuine work on her lat and lower back.

I tapped her to convey that it's done. She got back reluctantly, I motioned her to the living room space to show her few more techniques. That's it, nothing more. She dragged herself out. I knew the drug's effect wouldn't last more than an hour, the portions were small. But, I was also aware that she would be imprinted with the feeling of wanting me badly. That was the aim. I was sure that I was going to be her masturbation fantasy for some days to come.

Another fortnight passed when the SUV stopped at the gate when she spotted me waiting at the gate. She had her usual smile on and asked me if I wanted a drop, which I readily agreed to. We talked about her pain and I suggested I could work on her today. She did not hesitate and willingly agreed. The drug had worked! I had struck gold. The tea and its concoction was potent this time and ready for this scenario. She was in a loose shirt and a formal trouser which shaped her ass delectably. I felt my pre cum soaking my boxers even before I got out of the car. After I made sure she had her tea to the last sip, I talked to her for 15 odd minutes, to notice the change.

And change she did. As she sat on the massage table and I worked on her pain areas, I could see her nipples turn taut and poking through her shirt. I told her that I could work on her lower back better if I could access her back without having to crush her shirt by pushing it up. Asked her if she was okay to change into one of my tees and if I could work on her back through that. Despite being drugged, she hesitated for a minute and gave in.

I showed her my room and handed her a tee and a gym short owned by one of my ex-girlfriends. She looked adorable in a tee that was literally overflowing, no one could tell she had shorts on either. I motioned her to my massage table. I pushed the tee gently, allowing me to see her midriff. That sent me into a tizzy. A curvaceous back with a lovely spine making way to a fabulous ass. I moved my hands gently initially, to assess the pain and worked on the mid back professionally,

I could sense she was heading to frustration as I stuck to my professionalism. My massive palms covered the entirety of her back. She moaned gently as I kneaded her. " Umm, would you like to have a look at my hamstrings too? They feel a bit tight". It wasn't, that was the drug talking.

As I moved my fingers on her thighs, I noticed the smoothness of her inner thighs, she had fairly thick thighs. she was so much better in person than in my dreams, she worked out, quite sure she did a decent deadlift. She moved her legs a bit apart to give me more space to explore. I had to resist the urge to slap her perfect little ass this early. I knocked over the massage oil on my trousers and it was a mess. I told her I will change and be back.

I got back, in my not so loose gym shorts which made no attempt to hide my enormous tent. I was endowed. Thick as one and a half times a coke can and with 8 inches. I was way too thick for many women. As I stood in front of her and leaned over to reach her thighs, she gasped, she had noticed my erection. As I moved in closer to massage her perfect thighs, I noticed she had moved her face closer to my body. I leaned over to reach the oil, knowing very well that my dick would be literally a few centimeters away from my face. I let that linger for a minute as I collected the oil. I could hear her sigh. I heard her laughing "I have never seen such a big fat erection in my life". I laughed too.

looking into her eyes I asked her "do you want to see it?". She nodded, no hesitation at all. I let my gym shorts drop and saw her looking stunned. I moved in close to her lips and she parted her lips in anticipation. She flicked her tongue on my head, to wipe out the glistening precum. I pulled her back a bit and told her very clearly, "I am not into vanilla sex, and if we are doing this, you will have to be ready for what's to come". She nodded, the drug made her nod. Consent given, I wasted no time. I pushed my cock into her mouth. She gasped as she had no idea of how to take such a massive tool in her mouth, her gag reflex kicked in for a second, but before she could draw a deeper breath, I pushed my tool into her mouth, this time deeper and stretching her tiny mouth to its limit.

What a sight that was. Her eyes rolling, in terror but horny too and my hand clutching her silky smooth hair and pushing her mouth further into me. I pulled out for a second, to let her breath. And plunged in again, this time, a sputter of saliva coated on my dick. I caught hold of her hair and my other free hand spanked her ass, hard. Was a loud smack, which startled her, but she purred in delight.

I pulled her upright, to sit on the table and yanked the tee, to reveal her beautiful cleavage and lovely bra. One quick tug at the bra strap, it was down on her waist. Those nipples were to die for, taut, perky, tiny, and upright lovely breasts. I suckled on them greedily and bit her nipples a tad hard. She cried out loud as she saw a deep bite mark on her breasts. I smiled and pushed her face toward my dick and pushed it in deeper this time. And started to fuck her face with gusto. This was a scene to remember, of course, I was also recording her, there were five different cameras hidden in different vantage points.

Her saliva was running down on her neck, trailing all the way to her breasts. I scooped her up, flipped her around and faced her ass. I loved the sight of it, every bit of it. Her pussy was glistening with her juices. Without any warning, I tried to penetrate her, she was screaming in real pain as I tried to plunge into her. Her pussy was way too tight for me to get into her at one go. I poured the massage oil on my dick and I let her breathe.

As she was sitting on the massage table, I pushed her face down and grabbed her by her hip. She was folded on to her knees with her breasts squashed on her thighs. This positioned her ass up in the air, it was perfect for taking. She held onto dear life with her hands clamping down on the edges of the table. I slapped her butt cheeks really hard. This time I plunged in fully. I thrust my dick deep into her womb and started to thrust into her with immense power. I could feel her pussy wrap so tight around my hardness, that I could almost feel the pain too. As I fucked her deep, I knew I was hitting her cervix and her pussy was stretched to limits unknown to it. With just few thrusts in, she came, a massive moaning orgasm. She was wild now, her hair in a disarray, sweat streaks all over, her mascara running on her cheeks, her vagina had turned bright red, stuffed by my massive cock, she was quivering like a leaf in a storm, her orgasms rolled over and over.

When she stabilised a bit, I began pounding her in earnest. My palms clutched her breasts, making sure my nails were dug deep in, leaving marks for a long time. I penetrated her again and again. I smacked her ass, my prints embedded on her ass, red welts sprang up where I had smacked her. Her pussy was too tight and I was afraid it might cause damage. All those weeks of imagining her, had me pushed to the limit in such a short time. I pulled out, flipped her over to face me. I pushed my cock in her mouth and burst out with a loud grunt. She was flooded with my cum, dripping on her chin, her breasts and hands. She looked lost. Her eyes were flooded with tears, and I held her neck in a vice-like grip and grinned, a vicious evil grin, of things to come.

The drug was to last for a couple of more hours. She looked spent, but was horny for more. I whispered to her "you are my good little professor slut now." She looked alarmed, but nodded. I picked her up and walked to my bedroom. Threw her on the bed and sat on her face. My dick was springing back to life and I wanted her to service it till it was rock solid again. She greedily sucked on my dick, with her cum laced tongue, she had swallowed most of it. And i was a big guy, sat on her in a way to not crush her. In a few seconds, she was struggling as my dick had gained its girth and hardness back. I flipped her back and took her prone bone. Her pussy was moist and juicy with the pounding earlier. I was crushing her with my weight and I couldn't stop. She came as soon as I penetrated her again.

Clearly, the slut wasn't used to big or thick cocks. I pushed in deep and she was gasping now, my weight on her, and my dick burrowed deep inside. I started thrusting, I pushed my fingers under her and started to rub her clit roughly, she started to moan wild as I was plowing and rubbing her clit at the same time. ''You need my cock now, don't you dumb slut'' and all she could muster was a whimper and pushing her ass back to me. This was going to be fun and I was going to milk this.

This still felt surreal, this strong, successful woman was a complete putty in my hands now. Caressing her ass as I pushed in deeper, I was about to burst again. I pulled out and aimed at her face this time. Making a mess of it. My cum falling in thick ropes over her beautiful face and hair. I pulled her close and kissed her deep, for the first time. She kissed back passionately and held me very tight. I was spent and rolled over next to her. With the drug still having a firm hold on her, she went back to work my monster dick to life, without me even prodding, sucking my balls like a sex crazed slut. I smiled at her, held her hands and pulled her back to me. Kissed her hard and penetrated her as she lay on top of me. I fucked her slow this time, every thrust was measured and she was moaning in a lost daze, fucked out of her mind. I whispered into her ears, you will be my fuck toy from now on and all she could muster was an yes.

To be continued..