I was squirming in my chair pondering Professor Shailja's words. I wondered in terror over whom she had called downstairs. Everything felt too much for my body and mind to bear, sitting blindfolded in her study with my hands tied behind my back, breasts exposed and my core covered only with my cotton panties which stuck to my wet slit after the professor's assault. I was a mess.
I heard faint footsteps from behind followed by the study's heavy door creaking open. The footsteps were now in the room.
A man's gravelly voice entered my ears from somewhere around the desk where the professor was standing. "She looks even better in person than the videos, we've really caught a quality piece of ass", came a gruff whisper, followed by a kissing sound. Were the professor and this man kissing in front of an exposed, helpless student, I shivered in discomfort and arousal.
After a pause, their conversation resumed, almost treating my presence like an incidental prop. "I told you, honey, she is just how you like them in physique and character. The moment I saw her back in first semester, I knew we had to break her", said the professor softly.
"Hmmm. Her tits are bigger than that whore we fucked two years ago. What was her name again, Geeta?", said the man in an amused tone.
"It was Garima baby, I never forget a student's name", the professor beamed at him. "Besides, she's a much better catch than her, trust me. Garima was the certified whore of her class, too eager to spread her legs open. Now, this, this is different. If we hadn't seen that video of her pumping that poor boy's cock in the library, would we have guessed it ever happened? ", I heard the professor and the man chuckle.
"You're not wrong, Shells, she looks like such a bechari, so what do we do with her now?", the man asked in a smug tone.
The professor replied, "Her pussy is way too ready for you, she was already grinding for relief like a bitch in heat." I felt the man's presence come closer and just as instantly I felt two large and rough hands on my tits.
"Mmm, now these are some tits worth bruising", he said in a sullen tone as he peeled my panties off and continued, "Such a messy whore, you have no idea how wet you are." I felt two thick fingers being inserted into my pussy without any warning making me yelp in a mix of pleasure and pain. Moving his head closer to my ear, he whispered, "I am Nilesh by the way, your beloved professor's husband. And I am gonna use you like a rag doll until your insides have molded them to my cock". He stepped away leaving my head buzzing and my cunt empty. He turned to the professor, "Let's take her to the bedroom, my cock is dying to feel the bitch."
My hands were untied but the blindfold was left on and I was made to get up. I felt Nilesh's rough grip on one of my forearms. I had no choice but to be guided as they exited the study into what seemed like a hallway passage onto a staircase where I struggled to keep balance, eliciting chuckles from both the professor and Nilesh. Then after another hallway I was made to enter a door. I heard the door being shut behind me. I felt the grip on my arm subside and I stood awkwardly where they left me.
"You know, Nisha, your other arm was free. You could've just removed the blindfold and tried to get away. But instead you just walked wherever we lead you to like a circus kitten. Doesn't seem like you're being made to do something you don't want to", said the professor from afar.
I reflected on her words in distress, she was right. I should've made a run for it. I could've tried to collect my clothes and make a dash for the main door. Instead, I stood paralyzed by my own helplessness and shame.
"Don't worry honey, we'll make sure she wishes she had run away", said Nilesh slyly from somewhere behind me. She came closer and removed my blindfold. The room was just like any other, cozy even. It didn't have any windows though and the bed was in the middle with a row of wardrobes towards one end and a comfy looking couch at the other. The professor stood in front of me in her white salwar kameez, looking smug and reassured.
Before I could react, I felt Nilesh's arms emerge from behind mw, holding me tightly and then lifting me up. I was carried over to the bed and dumped over like a sack onto my stomach. I quickly turned on my back as a defense response, only to see the professor and her husband towering over me. I hated the train of thoughts my mind decided to embark on. I always found the professor to be quite attractive with her lean stature and skin that radiated with warmth. Her husband complemented her well as I was now able to put a handsome, sullen face to that gravely voice and large hands. He was much taller than her and had a broad shouldered frame. His skin was dark and smooth.
"Oh I love how she looks entranced", smirked Nilesh while now palming his crotch, "Baby you know what to do, I don't want to waste a second more." The professor smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the lips and then climbed onto the bed behind me.
"Get up, Nisha.", she ordered sternly and like clockwork I propped myself up. She shifted herself closer to me and I could feel her supple breasts pressing on my back through her kurta's fabric. She took both of my wrists in her hands and kissed the back of my neck and I felt my pussy tingle. "Open her legs, I've been waiting to see this happen for a while now", demanded Nilesh.
That snapped me back into reality. "Wh-what are you guys doing.", I stuttered as my eyes widened in horror. I saw Nilesh's pajamas bulging at my eye level and felt terrified. This was no longer smugness and teasing, it was truly going south. There was no going back, I had squandered my chances of escape. I wondered what could I really, I wanted to scream for help but instead ended up stuttering meekly, "Please, please, no. I beg you... Ma'am, sir, please no. I'll do anything else. Please no."
I felt the professor's chest rumble with subdued laughter and I saw Nilesh's eyes glint with ferocity. He bent down and held my ankles like shackles with his large hands. I tried to keep my legs closed but he drove them apart with ease as I whined and struggled. When they were spread almost eagle, the professor's ankles hooked onto the hollows of my knee on either side. She surprisingly had a way sturdier hold than I would have expected and I couldn't budge much. Now I lay with my pussy completely exposed and glistening as my eyes welled up.
"Please, please, no no no, you can't do this, please no." I kept repeating in my shaky voice to no avail. I couldn't tear my eyes away from Nilesh who had taken off his lounge shirt to reveal a toned upper body with his salt and pepper chest hair trimmed neatly to match his head and beard. He lowered his pajamas and his hard cock sprang up. My eyes welled even more, I wasn't sure if it was awe or fear or disgust at the situation or my own self. His dick was quite girthy, not the longest I've seen but definitely the most meaty.
