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Professors' Pet

Summary

You are sophomore in college and have been invited to a post conference grad student party by your professor as a token of gratitude for being his assistant for the conference planning. When you are asked to stay back after the party, your mind races with possibilities. But, when you are drugged by your professor and his roommate, you realize what actually awaits you.

Note

Rape fantasy of two graduate students, one of whom is your professor, drugging, and double penetrating you.

Professors’ Pet

“Hey, come on, take a final shot with us!” One of the grad students, who looks oddly familiar, waves me into the circle around the coffee table. Almost everyone, except him, has their winter coats on, ready to leave after this final toast.

I send a questioning look at my professor, pulling down my body-con dress and sitting down across from him. He lifts an eyebrow at me, and I immediately look down at the sloppily poured shot in front of me, the strong scent of the cheap vodka burning through my nostrils.

“Clark, tell her that she can!” The woman sitting near me shouts.

“You know she won’t till you give her permission.” A man sitting next to him elbows him in the chest.

I look up, pressing my lips together and he gives me a sheepish grin. My face breaks out into a shy smile. I can’t stop my face from burning up as I stare at his handsome face lit by the vintage lamps around the room. With his hair gelled into a soft slick back and his cotton skirt rolled up to his elbows, he really does look like the romantic lead of a 90s rom com, my roommate was right.

“Come on, take a shot with us.” He picks up his shot glass and raises it to me.

I hadn’t touch a drink all night because I didn’t want him to get into trouble for letting me drink. I pick up the shot glass and raise it to him.

“To finally being done with this conference.” Prof. Clark shouts.

Everyone cheers and downs their shot. The vodka dries out my throat and I cough, turning away from the table. It has a sickly sweet aftertaste. I hear people shifting and resume their goodbyes.

“Are you okay?” Prof. Clark comes up to me and sits down next me. He still has that crooked smile on his face that makes my heart leap to my throat.

“Yes.” I laugh. “Just not a big fan of vodka.”

“Really? What do you like then?” He puts his hand on my knee as he leans in.

“Promise not to tease me?” I try to mimic the new casual tone he has adopted and ignore the panic running through me.

“Mm, depends on how bad your taste is.” He pats my knee.

“Fair.” I nod. “I only really like wine.”

“For a 20 year old, you are pretty classy.” He laughs before he drops his voice to a whisper. “By the way, don’t tell anyone that I let you drink at my party.”

I shake my head. “Of course, I didn’t even tell anyone I was here. The university policy.” I go back to my formal tone.

He looks impressed. “Smart. I could get into a lot of trouble if they found out.”

“Can I steal Clark for a second?” A man put a hand on my shoulder and puts his head between us.

“Sorry, let me say goodbye to everyone.” Prof. Clark says as he gets up. “Stay back for a little bit though, okay?”

I nod happily. I sit there absolutely radiant as I adjust my hair and my dress, pulling it a little lower so that my cleavage is more visible. I know that nothing is likely to happen but I can’t help wanting his attention, his validation.

“Hey! You are Clark’s student, right?” The man in a loosely fitted deep brown leather jacket who called me into the circle returns and sits down to my left.

My eyes light up as I finally place the handsome and heavily tattooed graduate student who proctored an exam of mine last semester. “Yes, Prof. Sullivan, right?” The smell of vodka on him was strong.

“I am surprised you remember me.” He lets out a hearty laugh. His voice somehow gets deeper with each sound out of his mouth. “I am sorry I didn’t get to introduce myself during the party, it was a big crowd.”

“Yes, I couldn’t keep half their names straight. I felt so guilty.” I chuckle. I think I am tipsy.

“Oh, don’t. I couldn’t either.” He offers a hand to me. “Anyway, nice to officially meet you.”

I shake his hand softly and nod. He grips my hand tightly and holds it for a second longer after I let go, his eyes slipping down to my cleavage. I feel my body prick up in excitement. It felt good to be admired.

After he lets go, he starts speaking quickly. “Clark talks very highly of you. I heard you got accepted into one of the Honors College fellowships for this semester?”

“Yes! It’s my third fellowship at the university, so I wasn’t sure they would fund me again. I was so happy when I got accepted!” I start fidgeting with my rings as I tell him.

“Wow, aren’t you a sophomore? No wonder everyone in the department knows you. You are a real overachiever, huh?” He tilts his head to the right as he looks me up and down.

“I try my best.” I bite my tongue. “Have you been friends with Prof. Clark for a while?”

“Oh, yeah, we are roommates. We have been roommates since our Masters years.” He sits up straighter. “I think that’s about 5 years so far?”

“Whoa, that’s really cool.” I swing my legs in front of me and lean back onto my hands.

“Yeah, so two more year before we both wrap up our PhDs, and I am finally free of him.” He pushes back his overgrown hair from his forehead as he laughs.

“Sullivan! Are you trying to poach my assistant?” Prof. Clark walks into the room and takes off his winter jacket, hanging it on the now empty stand.

Now that it was just the three of us in the room, I realized how big it truly was. Just the three of us. Fuck, it was just me, in an apartment, half an hour from campus with two grad students in their late-twenties. If I wasn’t so scared about being alone with two men, I might have been more excited about the idea of spending time alone with Prof. Clark.

“I wish I could, but I think she is dedicated to you, Clark.” Prof. Sullivan raises both hands in defeat.

“Good.” Prof. Clark sits to my right.

They are both sitting pretty close to me, and my tipsy mind keeps bouncing between excitement and fear. I am not sure if I am imagining it but I think Prof. Clark is inching closer to me while saying something about the party to Prof. Sullivan.

“I do think you were the best dressed.” Prof. Sullivan pats my back and pulls me back into the conversation.

“Oh, thank you.” I smile nervously at him. “I didn’t have a lot of professional clothes so I went shopping last week. I was really scared I would be underdressed.” My tongue felt loose.

“Spoken like a true undergrad.” Prof. Clark says, pulling off the cap off a half empty bottle of the cheap Moscato. “You must been disappointed by grad student fashion after tonight.”

“A little bit, I thought they would have dressed like you.” I brace for him to chide me for overstepping his boundaries but he seems happy about my comment.

“Oh, wow, Clark, way to pull all the attention.” Prof. Sullivan groans.

“Not my fault that,” Prof. Clark clears his throat. “I dress better than you. Her words.” He overfills a Red Solo cup and hands it to me.

“Thank you!” I take a sip of the wine. It tasted a bit bitter, maybe the vodka was fucking with my taste buds. “But, I mean, I didn’t say that you don’t dress well, Professor Sullivan. You just have a different aesthetic, more laid back, not like it matters what you wear” The weird sweet after taste from the vodka was back.

“Keep going.” He inches a little closer as he says this.

“I am sure you have read your RateMyProfessor page.” I feel a lot drunker suddenly. This couldn’t just be the vodka, could it?

“Ah, so have you then. Can I assume you agree?” I could feel his warm breath on my neck now.

“You don’t have to answer that.” Prof. Clark reaches over and puts his hand across me, his palm settling on my hip. “I will say, I thought you only had eyes for me. I am a little disappointed.”

“What?” I turn to him. This was escalating quick, but I couldn’t get my body to move away from either of them. I could feel Prof. Sullivan’s hand snaking onto my lower back now.

I put down my wine. Am I really this drunk? I can usually hold my alcohol, there must be something else.

“Oh come on, I have seen the way you look at me during office hours. I know what those puppy eyes you give me mean.” Prof. Clark’s voice is echoing all around me. “Are you going to correct me?”

My tongue feels like a sandpaper and everything around me was moving in slow motion.

“I-” I try to gulp but my mouth is too dry.

“Come on, correct me if I am wrong.” His voice is now bouncing around in my head. “Don’t you have a crush on me?”

“She can barely look at you, Clark, don’t you have your answer?” Prof. Sullivan’s voice circles me. “Stop bullying the poor kid.”

“Water.” I finally spurt out. “Please.”

“Aw, are you okay?” Was Prof. Clark mocking me?

“You are too cruel.” Prof. Sullivan chides him. Is that his hand on my breast?

I look down to see his hand pull down my dress. I faintly hear a zipper behind me, Prof. Clark was placing kisses on my back.

“You must have been dreaming of this since you walked in through that door, huh?” I don’t know who said that but the line loops over itself like a terrifying harmony.

My mouth opens to scream but nothing comes out. A hundred hands were grabbing and tugging at me, no part left untouched. Was I naked?

I feel the world spin and, suddenly there are a pair of lips on mine, biting down. I am surrounded by firm bodies, warm flesh all around. My legs are being pried open, and a hand reaches down between them and prods around.

“Fuck baby, you are so wet.” I hear a low voice against my lips.

“Oh, you are enjoying yourself, huh?” A voice speaks against the nape of my neck.

“Can she even feel anything?” Can I? Is this real? Is this a nightmare?

I wait for the answer but I can’t make out the whispers around me. My head feels heavy as I try to make out the hushed voices. But it hurts too much. It’s too hard to try.

So, I let the heavy dark abyss consume me.

I wake up gasping and drenched. There a faint yellow light bouncing off the walls.

“Did you wake her up already?” A deep voice shouts out from the door.

I finally piece together my condition. My legs are spread open and tied to the posts of the foot of the bed, and there’s a magic wand tied to my left thigh just high enough for it to overstimulate my raw clit. My hands were cuffed above my head, to the carved wooden head board. There is a tie tied across my open mouth gagging me and turning all my pathetic protests into muffled groans. My wet quivering body was completely on display for the twisted entertainment of the professors standing at the foot of the bed.

“Hey sweetheart!” Sullivan leans forward and turns off the torturous wand. “Don’t worry, we didn’t fuck you in your sleep.” He starts taking off the rope holding it up. He is wearing his leather jacket over his bare torso, his pants already unbuckled and partially unzipped.

“Because I wanted you to be awake when I fuck you.” Clark walks over and taking off my gag. “And I want you to scream.” His shirt is open, and his pants are already off, his black boxers clearly showing off just how much he is enjoying this.

“You are too mean to her.” Sullivan comments as he puts away the rope and toy. “I promise I will be nicer.” He winks at me.

I stare at them with wide eyes, trying to sit up so that I can face them.

“Really, we just played with you a little when you were asleep.” Sullivan brushed his hair back. “You were just too cute to resist.”

“You drugged me.” My voice is hoarse coming out but I state it clearly. I try to hold my anger but my eyes are burning with tears.

“Barely. It was just for 30 minutes.” Clark points out as he runs his fingers over my lips. “It would be so boring to have you unconscious the whole time.”

I feel hot tears run down my face.

“Is this what you imagined it would be like?” Clark leans over and uncuffs my hands.

I fall back without the support of the restrains. I try to push myself up onto my elbows.

“She probably imagined something more romantic.” Sullivan undoes the restrains on my feet.

“She is adorable, isn’t she? Look at how surprised she is.” Clark’s hand cup my cheeks and he reaches down to kiss me.

My lips were bitten raw while I was drugged so the kisses makes me flinch.

“Did you really not notice when I peeked down your dress?” He kisses me again. “Or when I touched your ass when I hugged you? You can’t be surprised?”

I brace for pain with each kiss. After a couple, he sits up and takes off his shirt.

“I have had my eye on you since you first came to my office hours with those desperate eyes. You want to be a good student so bad, don’t you?” He lets the shirt fall. “Well, here’s your chance to show me just how good you can be.”

The words hang in the air as my eyes dart between him, Sullivan and the locked door behind them. Sullivan drops the last piece of rope to the floor. Physically, I was free, I could run. It would be easy for them to catch me and bring me back, but I could try to run from this nightmare.

“Before you think about running,” Sullivan says, reading my mind. “We have a video and some pretty photos of you on this bed. If you say a word or try to run, all your classmates might find those pictures and video. I don’t think it will easy for you to keep your funding if the Honors College figures out what kind of a girl you are.”

I close my eyes and hear a sob escape my lips. My hands come up to my face, covering the pain and embarrassment as I lean back onto the bed.

“Oh, come on, that’s not what I want to see.” Clark pulls away my hands and sits me up.

I stare at him. My body was shivering from the cold, the shock and the pain.

“Poor kid. You must be cold.” Sullivan takes off his leather jacket and puts it on me, stringing my limp hands through the sleeves. It slides off my shoulder almost immediately and Sullivan sits down, licking his lower lip as he stares at my tits popping out of the jacket. “Fuck, I want to fuck you so bad.”

My eyes widen in fear. Both of them were ogling me. I start to realize how sore my pussy is already. They must have fucked me with something while I was out. And now they wanted to fuck me till I scream.

“As long as you obey us, we will make sure that those pictures and videos are safe.” Sullivan whispers as he grabs me by the waist and drags me towards him. He grabs my left leg and pulls it over till I am sitting with my legs open, facing him.

“If you are a good girl, I can make sure that you get into that internship for this summer.” Clark whispers behind me, snaking his hand across my stomach.

“I think she’s heard what she needs.” Sullivan puts his hand under my chin and lifts my face up to look at him. “On you knees, sweetheart.”

I pull my legs under me and kneel facing him. Clark’s hand moves under the jacket to my ass, he lifts up the jacket and digs his hips into me, his hard dick jabbing my lower back. Sullivan keeps his hand under my chin, leading me down till I am propped up on my elbows, positioning my face directly in front of his crotch.

I see his other hand pull down his boxers and pants just low enough for his dick to pop up and touch my lips. He combs both hands through my hair and tugs tightly at them, ripping out some strands.

“I don’t have to tell you what you’re going to do, do I?” He whispers as he tugs my head towards him.

I open my mouth reluctantly and close my eyes. He taps his dick on my lips, the salty precum seeping into the raw skin on my lips. He pulls my head forward till I gag, the sound bleeding in with his loud moans.

Behind me, I hear Clark pulling off his boxers and positioning himself against my pussy. He guides his dick up and down, wetting my pussy with his precum before ramming it in, making me cry against Sullivan’s dick. It feels like I am being ripped apart from the inside as he pushes himself as deep as he can. Clark whispers something under his breath as he leans on me, forcing me down onto the bed slowly.

“Fuck, you are gonna be better than I could have hoped for.” Sullivan resumes bopping my head, using me like his own personal toy.

My screams and cries are muffled coming out but they are the only things I can make out in my mind. The rough pain from both side bleed into each other just like the men themselves blur in my mind. I try to remember how this was happening, how I had let myself get tricked by my professor, my advisor, my mentor.

Pain floods my eyes, nose and mouth as Sullivan pushes in deeper with every thrust. Clark’s nails were dipping into my hips, ripping through my skin till blood coated his fingertips. But the pain of the thrusts themselves were becoming more bearable now that I was starting to get wet.

“Oh, baby, you really wanted this, huh? You are so fucking wet for me.” Clark grunts between thrusts.

The guilt for this moment makes my heart drop. I had had a crush on him, I had wanted his attention, both of their attention, when I stepped into this apartment. The dress I had come in wasn’t unintentional, neither was the carefully curled hair or the ruby lipstick. Was he right? Even though this wasn’t the way I had imagined it, was this what I had wanted?

“If you are going to be such a good girl for him, why don’t you use your tongue for me?” Sullivan says softly as he pushes my head down deeper.

My body obeys without a moment’s delay, faithful dragging my tongue under his dick, applying as much pressure as I could muster.

“Oh fuck, you really are such an obedient girl.” Sullivan laughs in disbelief.

“That’s exactly why she is my favorite.” Clark pauses for a second, leaning down and kissing my neck.

I feel my body relax at him words. Why did I still want his validation? Why am I getting wetter with every touch of his.

“Let’s turn her around, I want to see her face while I fuck her.” Clark announces loudly before pulling out.

Sullivan lets go of my hair and I collapse onto the bed, the exhaustion of the pain immediately catching up to me. My eyes close shut as I pant heavily, trying to catch my breath.

Their hands pull me up before sitting me on top of a sweaty warm body. I open my eyes to see Clark looking up at me, his lips crooked in a devilish smirk. One hand of his comes up to my breasts and starts fondling them while the other positions his dick against my pussy again. Without warning, he pushes me down onto his dick, thrusting upwards at a much slower pace than before.

I feel the familiar claws of guilt dig into me again as I realize that his dick feels good without the friction from before. He was hitting the right spot in this position and I could feel my pussy squeeze his dick at an uneven pace. An odd moan escapes my lips when he slows to a stop.

Before I can determine if this actually does feel good, Sullivan gets behind me, lifting the jacket and pressing his body into mine. His lips settle under my right ear, suckling at the thin skin there. He is rubbing his dick against my ass, lifting himself to adjust his position.

“I have to say, I am missing your crying.” Clark states, his hand trails down to my hips, strengthening his grip on me.

In my moment of distraction, Sullivan slowly pushes his dick into my ass. I scream, my eyes tearing up immediately.

“That’s more like it.” Clark closes his eyes to properly enjoy my cries of agony and my pussy tightening in reaction to Sullivan’s painful slow thrust.

“Hey, hey, you have to relax, or you are going to hurt yourself.” Sullivan whispers in my ear. “Come on baby, relax. I promise this is going to feel good in a little bit.”

His right hand crossed across my stomach and holds me steady. I let out a deep breath through strained groans. I try to relax my body and lean onto his steady sweaty body, my head tilting back onto his shoulder.

“Good girl.” Sullivan whispers into my ear before brushing his lips against my lobe. He takes my lobe between his lips and gently bits down on it.

As he feels my body relax, he pushes in further. I bite down on my lips to suppress my screams, not wanting to upset him.

It must be the drug they gave me, it really must. Why else am I trying not to upset him? Did they give me something else when I was unconscious? Is that why I want to be so well-behaved for them? Or was I just so desperate for their attention that I am enjoying their torture and violation of me?

“Just like that baby. Just a little bit more.” Sullivan kisses away the tears on my cheek, pushing all the way in.

I whimper and close my eyes as he slowly moves in and out. I was just a pathetic little slut. Obeying them when I should be fighting back, letting myself enjoy the comfort of their touch when I should be disgusted their every action.

“Now, you are definitely trying to steal her from me.” Clark finally speaks up, adjusting his hips so he can resume thrusting in and out of me.

“It’s not my fault she likes me better.” Sullivan smirks against my skin, speeding up a little. “She is squeezing my dick so well, aren’t you?” He pushes even deeper.

I feel myself go numb, every stab of pain and burning sensation drifting away from me with my body itself. Though I can feel Clark’s hand reach down and rub my clit and Sullivan bite my neck to brand my skin, the shaking body is too far for me to react in any meaningful way.

I can hear their breathy whispers as they try to compete for my obedience and affection. I can hear our body rubbing and slapping against each other. I can hear the faint creaking of the bed and the knocking of the headboard against the wall. I can hear the moans, groans and whimpers that entertain my rapists.

This wasn’t a dream, but I am still forgetting things even as they at happening to me. Nothing sticks to my mind, other than the names that they throw at me: a passive flashlight, a pitiful sex doll, a “pretty” cock sleeve. Those are the only describers I can think for myself right now.

Sullivan screams my name into my ear, shocking me awake. He is moaning my name over and over as his thrusts become sloppy. His body leans on to me just as he grunts, filling me up. I stare at Clark’s face in panic as Sullivan nestles into me, kissing my cheeks.

Sullivan’s hand reaches out and turns my face towards him, kissing me deeply while slowly pulling out. I realize nothing I can say will stop either of them and melt into the kiss, my body still limply sitting on Clark’s hips.

I feel his dick get softer as he slows down. I pull away from the kiss and put my hand over my mouth, sobbing into it. I feel his warm cum inside me, my pussy involuntarily clenching one last time. He thrust one last time before pushing me off him.

Sullivan immediately encases me in his arms and lays me down with my head on the pillow. Putting his legs on either side of my hips, he locks me in his embrace as I weep into my hand.

“I told you she would be a fun lay.” Clark elbows him.

“She really is.” Sullivan kisses my forehead. “You mind if she stays in my bed tonight?”

“I knew you wanted to steal her.” Clark sits up and grabs a towel from a chair near the bed. “Fine, go ahead, I think you like her more anyway.” He wipes himself clean as he gets up and unlocks the door.

“I just like how cute she is.” Sullivan gets off of me and picks up a towel as well, cleaning himself.

“I know, you always have a soft spot for the cute ones.” With that Clark leaves the room.

Sullivan sits me up once my sobs subside and take the jacket off my limp body completely. Once I am naked, he wipes me down with a towel and sits next to me, one hand around my shoulder and the other on my thigh.

“Were you crying cause you are not on birth control?” He whispers.

I nod, looking straight ahead at the open door.

“Well, we will take care of you if you get pregnant.” He says in a gentle tone. “But, next time, I want to be the one to breed you.”

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👻 here again with some fantasies to share to my Superiors <3

The first few times we’d fucked, you were respectful. You called me a boy, stayed away from my small tits, and used a condom (I didn’t want to be reminded of my biology by a doctor who’d prescribe me birth control). I was staying over at your place on a hot summer night in just my sweaty boxers, unable to bear the heat of the blankets. Lying on my stomach, my round ass looked irresistible so you decided to have me, first grinding your semi-hard superior gock against my girly butt. Then, you gently pull my boxers off to reveal a wet cunt with a throbbing oversized pink clit. There was already a wet spot in them from your grinding.

You stick your hard Goddess dick in my hole, not worrying about a condom (it’s not like i’m super fertile on T anyways…). Ramming your length into me repeatedly, you reach for my tits and play with them, railing me until you leave a huge load of girlcum right against my cervix. You fuck it deeper because my hole just feels so so good…

The next times we fuck, I let you touch my tits and go in raw (provided you pull out, but your cum isn’t wasted by my pretty little mouth). You slip up and call me a girl a few times but i let it slide because you feel so good.

A few weeks later, I start feeling different… hungrier but nauseous and my below-average tits start to swell alongside my stomach. It can’t be! unless your precum is that potent, I tell myself. It’s too late for plan B anyways.

I come over in a panic and you confess what you did. I thought I just had a really good wet dream about being railed by a Titaness. I don’t know what to do, but i’m so turned on… you seem turned on by the fact that you’ve bred me, and you shove me down onto the mattress, pulling my shirt off to reveal my sensitive breasts. You pull off my pants and boxers, lapping at my cunt that got all puffy from the pregnancy hormones, tasting it and feeling how quickly it gets wet as your gock hardens. You play with my puffy, growing tits as you rail me again. I’m already pregnant with your spawn, anyways so there’s no need for protection… my puppycunt feels so so good. I let you call me whatever you want, your girlfriend, a good girl, a bitch who thinks with her pussy.

and that’s how my no-longer-empty puppywomb in heat started turning me into your obedient cow girlfriend :3 i may continue it later with more hucow stuff

My pretty pupcow fuckslut

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