Clara asshole
What happens when you mix seven billion dollars parents and a girl that has the looks and body to kill any guy on sight?
Well, you get Clara, the bitchiest girl the Wilhelm Academy of Science and Social Studies had ever seen. She never cared about anyone other than herself. Her friends, all in for her money, basked her with attention and praises, hell, this girl thought she was God herself.
Discipline was never a problem for Clara because she simply could give a rat's ass about it anyway. She was a complete shit of a student with countless of rules violation under her belt and if the academy was really honest with the record, (they wouldn't because they might lose the millions of dollars of endowment her parents showered the academy with) the list would be longer that the constitutional rights.
Truancy, vandalism, public indecency, late for school, misappropriation of chemicals, misappropriation of school properties, theft(God only knows why she needed to steal), disrespecting educators, smoking in the academy's vicinity...the list went on and on. In fact, one might even consider asking which rule in the handbook she hadn't broken yet.
The administration had always turned to a blind eye when it comes to Clara. One rotten student in the proverbial basket might ruin the entire batch, but it did come with a hefty, for the lack of a better word, compensation. So why bother correcting her if her parents were still funding the school regardless.
That, however, was no longer possible when a building was almost burnt down because of a poorly extinguished cigarette Clara had smoked. Everyone knew she was the cause and everyone wanted resolution for the brat of a girl. The administration, hoping to appease the public, hacked out a deal with Clara and her parents. Clara would attend consultation sessions daily with a consultant the academy appointed. The consultant had to be hired from outside of the academy since none of the existing consultant in the academy would take Clara in.
Everything was set. As long as Clara attended the consultation, her parents wouldn't have to suffer the embarrassment of their daughter being expelled. The academy got to keep their endowment funds too. It was a win-win situation. A heck of a deal.
And so it began, on the sunny Monday morning on the following week. Clara opened the door and walked into the consultation room. She sighed exasperatedly, making sure that the consultant inside could hear, and tossed her bag to the blood red couch on the middle of the room. She leaped over the backrest and landed onto the couch with a loud thud.
"You are late." a woman in her early thirties said.
"Well, yeah. Traffic." Clara lied nonchalantly.
"You are supposed to be here by nine." the woman reminded.
"Let's just get over with the bullshit. We all know this whole thing isn't going to work." Clara said as a matter-of-factly.
"What isn't going to work?" the woman spoke slowly as she sat down on the chair opposite of the red couch.
"You. Me. Talk." Clara cocked her eye.
"Why isn't it going to work?" the woman said.
"Really? You need me to tell you why?" Clara rolled her eyes.
"We do have two hours to talk. Might as well start from there." the woman shrugged as she corrected her narrow glasses.
"Well, if you must know. The last three consultants assigned to me all quit by the third day. So I will spare you your noble effort and we can sit right here, you mind your business and I mine, and we can pretend the session worked out fine in the end of the day. How's that sound?" Clara sneered.
"It does sound tempting. But I have a reputation to uphold, Clara." the woman retorted calmly.
"And what that reputation has to do with me?" Clara nudged her pumps out of her legs with her toes, swung her legs up to the couch and lied down for a nap. She was still suffering a hangover from last night's clubbing.
"You see, I never fail my client before." the woman's voice turned cold, almost sinister.
"Well, your client is asking you to fuck off." Clara said without any reservation, keeping an arm over her eyes to keep out the glaring light.
It wasn't until Clara heard a familiar click of a door being locked that she stole a peak. The woman wasn't on her chair anymore. Alarmed, Clara sat up and turned to the door. The woman, with her back against the entrance, was grinning at her.
"You are not my client." the woman corrected.
"Oh for fuck sake, get a life bitch." completely undeterred by the smile the woman was wearing, Clara leaned back down on the couch with a groan.
"I will expect you to call me mistress in future encounters." the words came out were cold and commanding.
Clara had to stop herself from sniggering. Was this bitch for real? Clara would have killed herself before she would refer anyone her mistress. Let alone a stupid consultant that the academy hired. She was her own mistress. Period.
Then, a sudden chill went down her spine. The air seemed to be colder than just a second ago. The room became quiet. Too quiet, to a point that it was eerie. Something didn't felt right and Clara sat up again. That's when her heart raced and every hair on her skin stood up.
A glowing pair of blue eyes were glaring at her. The woman sitting on her chair was something out of a horror movie. The glow was definitely not natural and every shred of her consciousness told her that she had to leave this room right now.
But her limbs wouldn't move. Her body remained still. It was as though her body had been locked inside a cast, completely solid and immobile. Her heart rate skyrocketed. She had never felt something like this before. Was this even possible? She tried to move again but only managed to elicit a pathetic shudder.
"What have you done to me?" Clara shouted.
"Shhhh..." the woman shushed with a finger on her lips.
Clara's lips smacked shut and her teeth firmly clenched together. Her breath hitched as her tongue slacked and no longer could move. Her eyes turned to the woman, Clara was wide-eyed and flabbergasted.
"Now, strip." the woman commanded.
Immediately, Clara's hands darted to the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head without even the slightest of hesitation. Despite tears began to roll down her cheeks, her hands with the life of their own when to her back and unhooked the bra. The lacy garment fell to her lap, exposing her C-cup breasts to the cold chilly air.
Her hands went to her jeans and began fumbling with the button. She fought with everything she had in her to try and stop it, but her hands kept on going, unbuttoning and unzipping the front, and with a swift motion, both her jeans and her panties dropped to the floor.
"Emmmmmmmmm....." Clara pleaded. She was terrified now. The woman was controlling her body and there's nothing she could do about it. She screamed inwardly, hoping that somehow her inner desperation could release the control the woman had on her.
"Lift your legs up and spread them." she said.
Clara's body obeyed. Her lower limbs were lifted until her sole pressed against the soft cushion beneath. Her knees gradually parted and Clara even felt her pussy widened slightly. The woman lowered her eyes to Clara's pussy and a wicked grin tugged her lips.
"Spread your pussy with your fingers." the woman commanded.
Clara's hands, shaking from the conflict in her mind, pressed against her bare pussy. Her fingers were trembling sporadically as she fought to stop the mind control. Gradually, she felt a tingle of sensation at the tip of her fingers. Then, her fingers curled ever so slightly to her own command and she suddenly felt hopeful. She kept her struggle and the trembling fingers started to move away from her pussy.
"Huh. You are stronger than you look." the woman remarked. "Oh well."
The woman stood up from her seat and walked to Clara. She placed one hand on the back of her neck and the other on her chin. Firmly, she tilted Clara's head and glared right into the girl's eyes.
"Spread your pussy now." her voice sterner and within a fraction of second, every shred of control was out of the window. Clara's fingers went straight to her pussy and parted those lips without so much of a blink of an eye.
The woman released Clara and stepped back to marvel at the sight. Her gaze eventually moved downwards and stopped at the spread pussy.
"Wider." she said.
An like a puppet being pulled by her master, Clara parted her pussy wider.
"More." the woman added.
Clara tensed and whimpered at the sharp sting on her pussy, as thought she had torn her skin. Despite the pain, her fingers never let go, keeping her pussy painfully spread and opened.
The woman, satisfied with the sight, leaned forward until her lips almost touches Clara's. Then, she moved down, her soft lips lightly pecked on every inch of skin along the way, from her neck, to her breast, down to her stomach, before finally landing on her spread pussy.
The woman licked the soft pink flesh of Clara's love hole. A surge of sensation flooded Clara's mind. It felt weird. It felt wrong. Clara silently screamed. She had never been with a woman before. She had never even kissed a woman. But now...
Clara squealed. She felt the woman's tongue slipped into her. The woman was eating her pussy and she practically spread it for her. The humiliation made Clara wanted to cower and cry. Yet another tiny part of her was enjoying it and wanted to grab the woman's hair and pressed it against her pussy.
"You like that, don't you." the woman observed.
Yes. No. I don't know. Clara thought to herself. It shouldn't feel this good. It felt wrong. But yet, it felt invigorating. It made her feel alive, more alive than she had ever been. And she wanted more. She wanted the woman to eat her till she comes.
When the woman moved away, Clara almost begged her to come back. Almost, since she couldn't speak. The woman stood up, her hand patted softly on her wet pink mount. Two fingers easily found refuge inside her, coaxing a tiny gasp from the girl.
"This is what you will expect if you obey me. Clara." the woman whispered.
Clara looked into the woman's eyes again. The blue glow was still there, cold and demanding.
"But if you disobey me..." she trailed off and turned around before sashaying back to her desk. From the desk, she picked up a small pot of cactus and returned. Clara shivered in fear at the sight of the intimidating plant. No, she's playing her. Clara thought. She wouldn't do it. She's her consultant for crying out loud, not her sadist.
"Take this."
One hand went forth and took the pot from her.
"Put the tip on your pussy."
Clara's heart fell to the ground. A sharp shuddering breath escaped her lungs as her hand maneuvered the spiky decorative piece to her nether region and pressed the thick blunt tip onto her wet folds.The spike prickled on her pussy and Clara's yelped. And then her hand stopped, holding the cactus poised at her love hole.
The woman walked around the couch and wrapped an arm around Clara's shoulder from behind.
"I'm going to let you speak. But if you do something stupid, like screaming, I'm going to shut you up and I'm going to make you spend the rest of the one hour and forty minutes fucking that cactus." she warned with a deadpan voice and from there Clara knew that she was not joking. This woman would really make her fuck herself with a cactus. The thought elicited more tears from the girl.
"Speak."
One word and Clara felt her jaw relaxed and her tongue moving again.
"Wha...what do you want?" Clara sobbed.
"I want you to obey me." the woman nibbled her earlobe.
Did she have a choice in that? Clearly no. There's only one answer to that question. "O-okay." Clara stammered.
"No, Clara." the woman shook her head lightly. "Buckle your hips."
Clara let out a cry as she involuntarily flexed her hips forward and dozen of thorns dug deeper into the girl's pussy.
"Okay what?" she asked.
"O-okay m-mistress." Clara sobbed.
"Good girl. Now, relax your hips."
Clara sucked in a breath of relief as her pussy moved away from the thorns. The woman removed her arm from her and took back her seat.
"You can put the cactus on the couch now."
Clara waited for her body to respond and when seconds passed without so much of a jerk, she realized that she wasn't being mind controlled anymore. Was the woman losing her mind control ability? There's only one way to find out. Immediately, she tossed the wretched plant away and scampered off the couch. She ran as fast as she could to the door. When her hand turned the knob and was about to pull open the door, her body turned concrete at the same time she heard the word 'stop'.
"Keep quiet." the woman added just in time to thwart Clara's attempt to shout for help. "Oh dear, Clara. Didn't I just told you to obey me?"
The words washed over Clara's naked skin like bleach. Every inch of her skin prickled.
"Lock the door and then put your hands on it."
Unwillingly, Clara locked the door and placed her hands on it.
"Spread your legs." another command and Clara's body sprang into action, parting her lower limbs into a wide stance.
Clara squealed inwardly when she felt the familiar prickling of the cactus on her pussy. Her body trembled in fear as the woman glided the thorny plant along her tight crevice.
"Do you really want the cactus deep in your pussy?" She nudged the cactus deeper into Clara's pussy.
Clara let out a muffled whimper. She wanted to shake her head, maybe even apologize for trying to escape, but the command had her stiff as a statue. And there's not a single doubt in her mind that if the woman pushes the cactus forward, her body would remain still and her pussy would be forced to swallow it.
"Since this is your first offense, I will spare you the cactus." the woman finally said and Clara couldn't be more relieved. "Sit on the couch." the woman said.
Clara's body turned automatically and went to the couch. From the eyes of someone outside the room, it would appear that Clara was doing it willingly. That was far from the truth. She silently hoped someone would come through the door and rescue her from this...this...she didn't even know what this woman was. Was she even human?
The woman went behind her desk and started to search her drawers. She looked at Clara for a moment, as though she was sizing Clara up, and the resumed her search.
"There." She finally said and pulled out a thick purple rubber dildo. The woman brought the mean looking tool to Clara and told her to hold it. Clara's body complied immediately and grabbed the thick dildo.
"Fuck yourself with it." she commanded.
Her legs parted, her hand maneuvered the dildo until the tip was pressed against the her opening, and without any visible hesitation, Clara's arm flexed and the dildo plunged deep into her own pussy.
Clara moaned quietly as the thickness filled and stretched her love hole to the brink to tearing. Her eyes rolled to the back at the forceful violation by her own hand. Then, as commanded, she pulled the dildo out of her pussy before slamming it back in. Out-in. Out-in. Out-in.
"Faster." the woman amended.
And like a robot following instruction, her arm flexed faster and the dildo moved in and out of her hole at a higher rate. The woman leaned in until her lips touched Clara's ear.
"Faster, Clara."
And faster she did. The dildo pumped in and out of her hole so fast, her skin was dragged out on every pull. Her hips buckled reflexively, giving more access for her hand to negotiate around, allowing better leverage to fuck herself harder and faster.
"Good girl. I will be out for a moment." the woman planted a kissed on Clara's sweaty forehead and then went to the door.
"Oh, and one more thing. Don't come." the woman gave her last command and then walked out of the door, locking it behind her.
Clara knew that the woman wasn't in the room anymore. She had heard the door locking and the fading footsteps. The woman was no longer here. But why was her body still under her control.
She whimpered inwardly. Her pussy was drenched with her love juice and she could feel the familiar butterfly feeling in her stomach. If she didn't stop soon, she would come. Wouldn't she? Yet, she heard the command telling her not to come. Would her body really complied to that extend of not coming? Or was it a test? She would find out soon enough.
Her pussy soon felt the familiar build-up and began to throb. Oh God, she whimpered inwardly. Her hand didn't seem going to stop anytime soon. Out-in. Out-in. Out-in. It was relentless.
Thirty minutes later, Clara was shaking from the torment. Her pussy did not come. The command was absolute. Her body simply couldn't orgasm.
Fuck. She screamed inwardly as her eyes rolled back. Where the fuck was the woman? Clara asked. She wanted her back, wanted her to allow her to cum.
Finally, her hand soon tired out and the rate grew slower and slower until her hand simply limped to the side. She could feel her arm burning from the relentless motion and the ache was beginning to slip into mind. Nevertheless, she was grateful that her hand simply couldn't follow through and the urge to come slowly die down as well.
Her relief was shortlived when her other hand grabbed hold of the dildo and resumed from where the other hand had left off. Clara jerked against the assault. Her muscle tensed, her toes curled, and her hips flexed. Her wilting orgasmic build-up was revived again and continued to sprout.
She was so edged, she didn't even hear the woman coming back in. The woman took the seat in front of Clara and crossed her legs. A smirk on her face as she watched the girl fucked herself crazy.
"You may speak now." the woman said.
"Oh God, please let me come. Please let me come. I want to come." the words poured out of Clara's throat in short gasp.
"You clearly have not learn your lesson." the woman shook her head disappointingly.
"Please mistress." Clara quickly added. "Please, let me come mistress." she begged further.
"Good girl." the woman smiled. "You may come."
As the word hit her eardrums, Clara's body convulsed. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched gracefully. Her legs straightened and after a long shudder, a gush of feminine nectar jettisoned out of her pussy. A loud guttural groan followed.
Clara still wasn't out of the water yet. Her hand kept the dildo moving inside her. And soon after her first orgasm, another one ripped through and the strength was as great as the first. And then her third followed quickly.
"Mistress, please stop." she begged.
"You are learning. Good girl. You may stop."
Her hand let go of the dildo and the thick soppy tool slid out of her swollen pussy and dropped to the ground. Her center of gravity shifted and the girl collapsed onto the couch, heaving in exhaustion. She closed her eyes and quickly passed out.
Clara felt something covering her mouth. When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on a medical bed wearing an oxygen mask. An IV attached to her right hand, which ached badly when she tried to move.
And then a daunting face came into Clara's view. The familiar sadistic smile hovered just a few inches from her. Clara's skin tensed and the teeth clattered in fear.
"I think she's awake." the woman who made Clara fuck herself told someone.
Another face came into sight. It was a man in his forties. He expertly peeled open Clara's eye and flashed it with a penlight.
"Where am I?" Clara asked the man.
"You are in the hospital. You fainted and your consultant brought you here."
"Is she alright, doctor?" the woman interrupted.
"She's fine Ms. Penrose. Just a little fever. She can be discharged before noon." the man said.
Ms. Penrose. Clara quickly etched the name into her brain. She needed to remember her name if she was to report her.
"Well, I'm glad she's fine." she smiled at the doctor, it was much warmer than the ones she gave Clara. Ms. Penrose turned to Clara, her eyes glowed briefly before returning to auburn. "Why don't you tell Dr. Hendricks here what happened to you?"
Was that a command? Or was she trying to trick her. Before Clara could answer that, her body sprang into action. She took away her mask and told the doctor that Ms. Penrose threatened to fuck her with a cactus. That it was her fault she's in the hospital.
"What are you talking about?" the doctor took a step back and eyed the girl incredulously.
"It's true, doctor. I forced her to fuck herself." Ms. Penrose confessed.
The doctor shook his head. "You are kidding right?"
"It's true. She made me do things to my own body. Call the cops." Clara added vehemently.
"Alright. I'm not sure what's going on. But I'm going to get the officer." the doctor turned to the exit.
Just as the doctor was about to exit, Ms. Penrose's eyes glowed again. "You forget the conversation." she said.
The doctor stopped on his track. Then, he turned around with a frown. Did it worked? Clara held her breath and hoped for the best. She gripped the bedsheet tighter, ignoring the aches on her limbs.
"How silly of me. I almost forget to prescribe you your medicine." the doctor let out a soft laugh.
Holy shit! Clara face blanched. She eyed the doctor, hoping that he was just pretending to be. When he actually pulled out his booklet and started writing down prescription that Clara knew the command worked.
"Take it to the pharmacist." the doctor handed the piece of paper to Ms. Penrose.
"I will. Thank you doctor."
When the doctor exited the room, Ms. Penrose turned to Clara and gave her a knowing smile.
"Where's my parents?" Clara hissed. She felt slightly more confident than she was in the office. This was a hospital, and she knew even Ms. Penrose wouldn't do something stupid in a place where people could just walk in.
"They are outside." she said.
"I want to see them."
"Of course. But I don't need to remind what you've just saw, do I? I can simply erase their memories." she leaned in closer, so close Clara could feel her body heat. "If you tell them, I will erase their memories of you. Okay?"
Clara swallowed. She thought for a bit but quickly realized that she really didn't have a choice. If her parents lost the memories of their daughter, she might as well be living in the streets. Her parents were her sole contributor, the only two person in the world that's keeping her alive and well fed. "Okay." she finally muttered.
"You are forgetting something, aren't you?" The woman asked with a stern voice.
"Okay. Mistress." Clara corrected.
"Good. And I will see you tomorrow. Be on time or I will have to be a little creative with the cactus I have." she chuckled and turned to the door.
"Oh, and don't bother running away from me, Clara. Because if I have to come look for you, which I will find you, things will be very different from now. See you at nine tomorrow." she added and then left the room.
Seconds later, Clara curled into a ball and began crying. She really was in deep trouble now.
2
Clara didn't sleep well that night. When she woke up at seven, which she had never done before, she was all sore and aching all over. She crawled out of the bed and lumbered into the shower.
The shower wasn't a pleasant one. Her pussy protested in a singeing pain as water coursed through those brutalized lips. But that was not her real concern. It would be far worse than a sore pussy if she couldn't get away from the sadistic consultant of hers. She needed to find a way out.
She had thought about it on her bed as she tossed and turned through the night. She couldn't tell her parents as that would only spell disasters should Ms. Penrose found out. And something told Clara that the thirty odd years consultant would. Perhaps commanding Clara to answer some questions. If that woman could erase someone's memories, certainly she could make someone talk.
And yet, after thinking for a long while, Clara realized something odd. If her power, whatever the hell it was, could even alter someone's memories, why didn't the woman just alter hers? Make her the most rule abiding person on earth and be done with it. Why took the trouble to make Clara fuck herself, and even went so far to threaten her with a cactus? Was the woman really just sadistic? And if so, why was she in the hospital after the ordeal? Hell, why even let Clara go back to her house? There was also a sense of just in the woman. So much so that Clara knew deep down that as long as she followed the rules, the woman wouldn't make her miserable. And if that's true, then there might be a chance that Clara could fight back.
But still, there's just too much uncertainty now to formulate any tangible means of fighting back. Clara didn't know what she was up against. Clara didn't even know much about the woman other than her eyes could glow. But boy if that woman thought Clara would just roll over and give in, she was dead wrong. Clara had never given in to someone, had never bowed down to another soul in her life ever.
But today, she would bow down. Today, she would be the consultant's submissive little good girl. Hell, she would even put on her best manners, not that she was familiar with any, to keep the woman from doing stuff to her body. She would concede. She would lose the proverbial battle. And she would learn more about her. So much more that she would find a way to win the war.
A small grin tugged her lips. She felt confident once more and a sense of determination to set the score. She put on her most modest article she could find in her walk-in wardrobe, a navy blue knee length sleeveless dress that didn't expose her cleavage. She then chose her favorite white designer handbag she often took it with her to the clubs. The color of innocence and purity. For her footwear, she went for the teal heels for the occasion. After having breakfast with her mother, whom cared more about the latest gossips she found in the internet than eating the food, Clara had her chauffeur drove her to the academy by eight forty five and she was at the office door by eight fifty.
"Come in." a voice came through the door when Clara knocked.
Clara puffed her chest up and pushed open the door. She saw Ms. Penrose reading something off her tablet at the table. Remembering the need to stay well-mannered, Clara greeted the woman and even referred her as mistress.
The woman frowned and looked up from her tablet. Gradually, the frown smoothed and her lips slowly curled into a lopsided smile. As much as Clara hated to admit it, she knew the woman suspected something was up.
"You are early. Have a seat Clara." she gestured at the couch.
Clara counted three seconds inwardly, one-Mississippi, two-Mississippi, three-Mississippi. Nothing. Her body didn't move on its own. That was not a command. Realizing that, she nodded belatedly and took a seat.
"I hope you rested well." Ms. Penrose said as she took a seat on the chair opposite of Clara.
"I have, mistress." Clara replied genteelly.
"Good. Since we started of badly yesterday, I didn't get to introduce myself. I'm Cecilia Penrose." she was all professional, as if the fact that she had eaten Clara's pussy yesterday and then threatened her with a cactus didn't happen.
Clara felt a boiling urge to spat something sarcastic at the woman's face but she held it down. It wouldn't do her much good to stay at the woman's bad side. Instead, she would play ball with her.
"I'm Clara Webber." and before she could forget, she added. "Mistress."
"It's nice to see that you are learning."
"Oh I didn't want anything bad happen to me again, mistress." Clara remarked with a pretentious innocent tone.
"Well said." the woman leaned back and crossed her legs. She adjusted her glass and then took out a small green handbook from her breast pocket. "This is the student handbook. I'm sure you have one rotting in some dark corner but just in case you can't find it, I will give you mine." she flung the book to the couch and the book hit the backrest before falling to the seat cushion.
"Memorize every rule and abide them. If you failed to follow the rules, there will be consequence." she added.
Clara stiffened at her words. She had never bothered to follow rules. Hell, she didn't even care about them from the very first day she got in. Why would she? No one seemed to give a damn about what she did. Nevertheless, if the woman wanted to play, Clara would oblige. Then a sudden realization came into mind. That too, wasn't a command. Because if it was, Clara would have taken the book by now.
"Why didn't you just make me memorize them? If you can make the doctor forget, you certainly can make me remember."
"Well, if I do that, where's the fun in it." she shrugged.
Clara tightened her fingers into fists. God, the woman was fucking with her. Despite the anger brewing in her, Clara knew going head on with this woman wasn't going to work. She would have to play her games for now.
"Fine. Mistress. I will memorize them." Clara hissed, her anger was taking form.
"Good, with that said, please read section 3, rule number 5."
Clara picked up the book and looked at the index. Section 3 was about student's attire and began at page 9. She flipped to that page and searched for rule number 5. When she got to the rule, her face paled.
-Students are not allowed to wear high heels with heel height of more than 3 inches-
"I would say that's more than three, don't you agree?" she nodded at the heels Clara's wearing.
Clara's mouth dried. Her fingers began to shake as fear seeped in. "B-but I didn't know." she argued.
"The rule book is given out to each student every year. How could you not know? Did you not read it?" she asked patronizingly. It was a rhetorical question. Both of them knew it. Of course Clara never read the rule book.
Clara knew from this moment she was in trouble. All the confidence and determination she had this morning vaporized instantly. She thought she had everything covered. In fact, the heels was the shortest, most professional looking pair she had. She had everything by the book. Hell, she didn't even smoke on her way to school.
"I-I won't do it again." Clara croaked as she slid herself further away from the woman.
"I'm not finished." the woman interrupted. "Section 4 rule number 3."
Clara swallowed whatever little saliva she had in her mouth. Her lips were quivering in fear. With trembling hands, she turned to the following section and sought out the said rule. As she read the words, her eyes blurred with tears. Oh God, she silently screamed. She felt sick and dropped the book.
"What's the matter?" the woman asked sardonically.
"N-nothing." Clara sobbed.
The woman bent forward and picked up the book. She flipped a few pages and then pressed her index finger on it the page. "Section 4 rule 3: Students are not allow to bring any restricted item as stated in the list below into the academy." she read.
"Alcoholic beverages, hazardous material, weapons, pornographic materials, ..." she read each item from the list that included the items that Clara wished she had taken out from her handbag. "drugs, spray paint...and cigarettes..." the woman gave Clara a knowing glance.
"Now, hand me your bag." she held out her hand.
Clara shook her head and clutched her handbag tighter to her chest.
"I'm not going to ask again."
Reluctantly, Clara handed the bag to her. She didn't have a choice. If she didn't hand it over the woman would force her to anyways. Ms. Penrose took her handbag and began searching. Clara's heart raced and blood pounded her in ears. She could almost see white spot in front of her. She tried to keep calm, tried not to show her anxiety. When the consultant fished out a box of cigarettes and did no further search, Clara sighed in relief.
"So, you've broken two rules." the woman waggled the box of cigarettes.
"I'm sorry mistress." Clara said immediately.
The woman frowned but quickly blinked it off. She slid the box of cigarettes into her breast pocket.
"Read the book. I don't want these happening again am I clear?"
"Yes, mistress." Clara nodded submissively.
The consultant went on lecturing Clara on the importance of rules and how vital it was as a foundation to a good society. Rules were there to keep everyone from fucking up other's life. Clara tried to listen but her attention was on the door. She wanted to get out of this office as soon as possible. Finally, the woman finished what she had to say and leaned back into her seat.
"Now, that pretty much wraps up today's session. You may go for your class now." the woman said.
"Now?" Clara blinked. Wasn't the session supposed to be two hours? It's only been thirty minutes at best.
"Yes. You can go now. Or do you want to stay?" she cocked her brow.
"No." Clara snapped, perhaps all too quickly. The woman scowled suspiciously but decidedly brushed it off.
"Good. Now off you go. I have other work to do." the woman handed Clara her bag, stood up and walked to her desk.
With that, Clara jumped up from the couch and almost ran to the door. Her heart was pumping sporadically and she felt that she would really die of heart attack if she had to stay here a minute longer. But when she grabbed the door knob, her heart sank and her stomach twisted in knots. She heard it. The cold and commanding voice of Ms. Penrose telling her to stop. Her body complied instantly and she couldn't move.
"I've been thinking." the woman said from behind. "Why didn't you let me search your bag when I first asked you?"
Clara bit her lips and her heart rate soared as she heard footsteps coming closer to her from behind. Then, her handbag was taken away from her.
"At first, I thought you didn't want me to find your cigarettes."
Clara heard the the shuffling noise of her handbag being searched. She shut her eyes and prayed. She prayed wholeheartedly that the woman wouldn't find the stash of ecstasy hiding behind a small inconspicuous compartment.
"But everyone knows you smoke in school. And you know that everyone knows too. So..." the woman trailed off.
And then Clara heard the most dreadful sound in the world. Her handbag being unzipped. There was only one compartment that had a zipper. The same compartment that housed a small plastic bag containing fifteen or so little pink pills that she bought from the club owner last Sunday.
"Well well well, what do we have here?"
"It's for my period." Clara lied.
"Is that so?" the woman's voice darkened. "Tell me, Clara. What are these?"
"Ecstasy." Clara heard her own voice though she clearly didn't recall saying it. "I was going to throw it away." she quickly added, this time on her own will.
"Shhhh..." the woman shushed her and Clara immediately lost her ability to talk. "Clara dear. Strip." she commanded.
Clara's body, having a mind of its own, moved from the door. Her hands unzipped the back zipper and the dress fell down onto the floor into a pile. Then, her hands undid her bra and let it drop before sliding off her panties to join the rest of the garment on the floor.
"Bend over the backrest of the couch."
Her body complied, moved and then leaned over. Her hands grabbed the backrest on their own for better support. Two fingers trailed along the crevice of her pussy and then plunged deep into her. Tears began to roll down her cheeks and fell to the leather finish below.
"Let me tell you this, Clara. I am a sadist, if you haven't get that already. And I enjoy making girls like you scream in pain." the woman growled.
"But I'm also a fair person. If you don't break my rule, I won't hurt you." She elaborated and then forcefully inserted the third finger into Clara's pussy. Clara jerked at the invasion. A throaty groan rumbled through her closed lips. "But if you do, I will make you wish you are dead."
"Do you really want me to force that cactus into your pussy?" the woman hissed. She grabbed a fistful of Clara's hair and yanked. "Answer me?"
Her mouth relaxed and her voice came back. "N-no, mistress." Clara sobbed.
"Then why did you lie to me?" the woman growled ferociously.
"Because you are going to hurt me if you found out." Clara cried, her words barely understandable.
"No, Clara. I would have let you go if you were honest. I never intended to punish you today anyways."
"You will. You did it yesterday. You will do it today. You are an evil perverted sadist." Clara countered sobbingly.
"I'm a sadist, yes. A pervert, perhaps. But I'm not evil. Clara. What I did yesterday was just a show of power. You were a complete bitch and I had to make sure you know what you are dealing with?" The woman sighed. " You have no idea what evil means when it comes to people like me." she added.
"Let me go. You monster." Clara screamed.
"Shut up." The woman snapped and Clara's mouth clammed shut. "You think I'm a monster?" She pulled Clara's hair harder, her three fingers dug deeper into her pussy. Clara whimpered quietly.
"If I'm a monster I would have made you shred your pussy into a bloody mess with the cactus. If I'm a monster, I wouldn't have admitted you to the hospital. I would have watched you succumb to exhaustion and brainwash my way out of trouble. And Clara dear, if I'm truly a monster, I would have brainwashed you from the beginning and sell you to the highest bidder. Do you know how much a girl like you cost in the black market? And yet, I'm still here, working from nine to five with a monthly salary of thirty five hundred, babysitting a bitch of a girl that almost burned down a building and sent five students to the ER for smoke inhalation. So you tell me, Clara, am I a monster?"
Clara felt her mouth loosened. She knew she could talk now. But no words formed. Instead, she let out a soft wail, the wail of guilt. Something she didn't feel very often and thought she never would.
"So, do you think I should punish you?"
Clara weighted those words. Did she deserved to be punished? Perhaps. But every sense of her being knew that the sort of punishments the woman delivered so far were morally corrupted. She would expect several hours of community service. Maybe clean the female toilets and clear the rubbish bin by the end of the day. But not like this. Not being forced to fuck herself until she fainted. Not having to strip and her pussy violated.
"Fuck you." Clara spat.
"Bad choice of words, Clara." The woman exhaled and moved away from the girl. She walked to her desk, picked up her bag from the seat and took out two black objects. She went to the couch and sat down facing Clara. She brought the two objects in front of Clara.
"Now, open your mouth." her eyes glowed as she commanded. Clara's jaw dropped on its own.
The woman tore open the plastic covers and dropped the contents into her palm. One looked like a rubber plug that shaped like a slim top with a tapered flange at the base and the other was a black oblong object with a thin tube attached to it. The woman then connected the two items together, attaching the open end of the tube to the base of the plug.
The woman then angled the thing into Clara's mouth. "Make it wet or it won't be comfortable."
"Emmm..." Clara mumbled.
"Lick all over it." she commanded while rotating the rubbery device inside her mouth. Clara's tongue automatically slithered all over the obkect. With the woman's hand tenderly cupped Clara's cheek, she felt a swirl of butterfly taking flight in her stomach. It felt weird yet oddly sensual and intimate.
After a minute or two, the woman pulled the plug out and went around the couch.
"No..." Clara gasped when she felt the wet tip pressed against her anus. "Stop..."
"You never use this hole before?" the woman asked casually as she nudged the device deeper into the tight hole.
"N-no..." Clara let out a throaty groan. Her pussy began to throb in excitement and her love juice seeped out of the slightly parted lips. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. She shouldn't feel this aroused.
"There's always a first time." the woman cooed and pushed hard.
Clara yelped. She felt her anus widened up as the device gradually sank into her. And just when she thought it was about to tear her in half, the thing slipped in like a key to a lock.
"Oh God..." Clara gasped. She felt like she suddenly had a full bowel and needed to shit. Her inside convulsed and the object began to slide out of her again.
"No you don't." The woman pressed her palm on the base and pushed the plug back in.
Clara let out a guttural groan. Her eyes rolled back as her body shuddered.
"Keep it in there." another command. Clara's anus tightened by itself, locking the device snugly in place. "This is for lying to me. Clara."
"Please. Stop." Clara begged.
"Shhh..."
Clara's mouth clammed shut.
"I'm not done yet." the woman said. "This is for wearing those heels."
Clara heard a hissing sound, following by a weird sensation inside her ass.
"This is for bringing cigarettes." another hissing sound coursed through the air and this time Clara felt it. The plug inside her was expanding.
"Emmmm..." Clara whimpered.
"And this..." the woman ignored her plea, "is for bringing drugs." another hiss.
Clara yelped. The thing had certain doubled in size. Before, she felt like she wanted to take a shit. Now, she felt like she needed to.
The woman detached the tube from the plug and gave her ass a slap. "There, all done. Now get dressed."
Clara regained her freedom to move and immediately clamped her thighs together as if she was going to piss herself. The added motion made her asshole tightened even more and the discomfort grew exponentially.
"If you move too much, you are going to feel it more." the woman explained as she went back to her desk.
"You fucking sadist." Clara spat in distaste.
"Keep that up and I will put another one in your pussy." the woman grinned.
Clara's cheek flushed. That prospect would have terrified her but instead, she swallowed like a bitch in heat. Ignoring her own arousal and the fact that there's a fucking plug in her asshole, she put on her clothes as quickly as possible and snatched her bag from the ground.
"Go to class now. When you have enough, you can come back here and beg for forgiveness at any time."
Humiliated, she trudged out and slammed the door behind her. As Clara limped down the hallway, she tried hard not to look like someone with a plug in her ass. She slid into the restroom and rushed to one of the many empty stalls. Desperately, she yanked her panties down, flipped her skirt up and sat on the toilet. With all her might, she tried push it out. But still under the influence of the command, her anus refused to reject the foreign object. As that didn't turn out well, she went for a more physical approach. She slipped her fingers under the round flange and tried to pry it out. But her fingers simply turned limp, as if her fingers had lost the ability to grip.
Confused but not deterred, she tried again. The result was the same. Her fingers simply refused to pull it out. "Fuck!" Clara exclaimed.
Still not giving up,. she looked around the stall for options. Her eyes soon landed on the tap by the side of the wall. The cross knob of the tap would certainly serve a good leverage point. She carefully negotiated through the narrow space between the tap and the wall until the side of the cross was under the flange of the plug. Now, all she had to do was to lunge forward and the cross would do the pulling for her.
"No...no...no..." she whimpered when she realized her body simply wouldn't more. "Fuck." she exasperated. The command was truly absolute. Her entire body simply refused to take it out.
Without much of a choice, Clara decided to endure it. If this was what the woman wanted to play, she would indulge her. Carefully, she slid herself away from the tap and pulled up her panties. Yes, if this was the best the woman could do, then Clara would survive it. She would never crawl back into her office and beg her to take it off.
Instead, Clara went straight to her class. Every set of eyes, including the professor's, immediately turned to her when she walked into the classroom. Ignoring their curious glare, she slowly walked until she reached her desk at the last row and practically eased onto her seat like an old lady.
"What's wrong with your face?" Amanda, one of her entourage, asked.
"What's wrong with it?" Clara voice hitched.
"It's red. You're having a fever or something?" Amanda frowned.
Shit. Clara hadn't really thought about it. But now that she did, she could feel the heat off her face.
"It's the weather." Clara gestured at the sunny morning sky.
"Uh huh." Amanda was not convinced but thankfully decided not to press on.
As the class resumed and the professor began explaining on current market trends, Clara began to feel the tightness in her bowel. She kept her composure and sat really still on the chair. She tried her best not to think about it, to listen to the lecture, to find something, anything at all, to distract herself from the plug in her ass.
She briefly wondered if she could ask Amanda to pull it out for her but quickly thought better of it. Amanda was just a friend. Just as any other friends she ever had in her life. And Clara had no doubts that Amanda wouldn't be able to keep that a secret too. By noon, every student would know she had a plug in her ass and that Clara would never allow to ever happen.
As one professor went out and the other came in to conduct the next lesson, Clara began to feel the pressure building. And it wasn't just her asshole. Somewhere along the line between discomfort and humiliation, Clara felt a mild arousal creeping into her. The thought of someone could find out and the contrasting vacancy of her pussy compared to her asshole warped into something lustful that Clara couldn't understand how. It simply felt so wrong it felt good.
Clara inconspicuously eyed her neighbors, making sure that no one was paying too much attention to her as she leaned her body sideways to reduce the pressure. But that only made it worse as gravity tugged against the massive plug, pulling on her tightly constricted anus along with it. That made her pussy throbbed in excitement. So much that she couldn't even concentrate in class. Not that she ever did in the first place.
Her mouth dried and her face flushed. Her thoughts became incoherent and whatever happened in front of her was simply just a blur. Her hands began to tremble as arousal gripped onto her like a vice. She pressed her hands onto her mount and clamped her thighs tightly and hoped it would reduce the ache on her pussy. It did not help one bit.
Hours upon hours, Clara finally couldn't hold it on anymore. She didn't want to play the game anymore. There's no reason this could be called a justified mean to punish a girl. She was no longer in the mood to keep her composure anymore. She wanted that thing out and then find a spot to masturbate. Period. On the third class, Clara walked out class and trudged back to Ms. Penrose's office, each step made her pussy clenched and exacerbated her arousal.
Without any reservation, she barged in to her office unannounced. Ms. Penrose was sitting at her desk, piles of paperwork stacked on the otherwise empty desk. The woman raised her brow as a knowing smile curved at her lips.
"Get this thing out of me." Clara snapped. Her voice throaty and angry.
"Close the door Clara." the woman said nonchalantly and Clara immediately obeyed. It wasn't a command. Clara closed it willingly. Even she wouldn't want the world to see her ass stuffed with a goddamn plug.
"There. Get it out now." Clara limped to the couch. Her knees were dangerously close to buckle. When she reached the couch, she carefully eased herself onto the cushioned seat. Her body was visibly trembling and god only knew how many people she crossed path a few moments ago noticed that too.
"Is that how you beg, Clara?" the woman stood up from her desk, her voice darkened.
A shiver ran down Clara's spine. Every inch of her skin prickled with fear. She had just walked in to the lion's den and her fate was already at the woman's mercy. Yet, a part of her didn't want to admit defeat and remained defiant.
"I'm not playing this stupid game of yours anymore. Take it out." Clara hissed angrily.
"You think this is just a game?" the woman chuckled eerily. Then, her eyes glowed in a brilliant blue. "Get up."
Clara body tensed and then like having a life on its own, her body rose from the couch and stood still.
"Strip."
A moments later, Clara was stark naked, standing poise.
"Squat down."
Her body complied. Clara yelped at the motion as the plug slipped slightly out of her before slipping back in from the contraction of her anus.
"What are you doing?" Clara exclaimed desperately.
"Stand up." the woman ignored her.
And she did.
"Squat down."
"Stop..." Clara groaned.
"Keep quiet and widen your legs." the woman snarled.
Clara's jaw locked in place and her lowered limbs parted simultaneously. The woman palmed the girl's exposed pussy before sliding two fingers into her wet slick. Then, a third finger joined in.
"Is this how you beg, Clara? Didn't I tell you to address me as mistress?" the woman sneered as she thrust her fingers hard and rough into Clara's pussy.
Clara eyes rolled back and her body trembled at the assault to her pussy. A long trembling groan rocked out from her throat.
"You can't win against me, Clara. Give in. Beg me to take it out." the woman breathed.
"Fuck you." Clara replied when her voice came back. She was nobody's bitch. She wouldn't let herself fall so low anymore.
The woman clicked her tongue as she shook her head. "Clara, you are a sadist greatest joy, do you know that?" the woman said. "You keep fighting even though you know you will not win."
"I won't give in to you, bitch." Clara snapped. Every bit of the sense of compliance, feigned or forced, disintegrated. Clara didn't want anything to do with this woman anymore.
"That won't do, Clara." The woman shook her head in disappointment. "Keep quiet, keep your legs open..." she commanded. "...and Clara, do thirty squats." she finally added with a lopsided grin.
Clara's body moved on it's own, squatting and standing, squatting and standing, up-down, up-down, up-down. Clara moaned through her closed mouth. Her face flushed with heat. Tears of agony rolled down her cheeks as the plug moved in and out to the movement of her body.
The woman stepped away and languidly sauntered to her desk. She then removed her white blouse and black pencil skirt and folded them neatly on it. From her drawer, she took out a leather underwear that looked like a thong. Sultrily, she put them on and tightened the straps to her hips. There was a ring of sort attached to the front of the garment she was wearing. From the same drawer, she took out a mean looking dildo that had a bulging studded tip.
Clara watched in horror as the woman locked the dildo to the ring on the leather garment she wore as Clara continued her squats. It became clear to her that what's going to happen next. The hair on the back of her neck rose. She was terrified beyond comprehension. That thing was huge and there's no way it could fit inside her. When the woman came back, Clara had just finished her squats and was panting in exhaustion.
"Sit on the couch and spread your legs."
Clara did as ordered, lifting her soles onto the couch and spreading her thighs.
"You've gotten pretty wet, haven't you?" the woman mocked.
Clara looked at her pussy and was shocked to find her pubes drenched with her own juice. Yes, she was aroused by the plug but she never thought it would be at such an extent.
"I think we have to do something about it, don't we?" the woman said sardonically.
Grabbing the base of the dildo, the woman rubbed the studded tip along Clara's wet slick. Clara shuddered at the contact as tiny blunt nubs scrapped the opening of her love hole. As the rubbing intensified, Clara began to feel light headed. She couldn't think straight anymore as her pussy ached sweetly under the sensual touch of the tip.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" the woman asked.
"No." Clara whimpered. She wanted her to slam that dildo in alright, but she just wouldn't say it. Saying it would mean that the woman had won.
"No?" the woman raised her tone, all the while nudging the tip deeper into her, but never deep enough just to drive Clara insane.
"No..." Clara shuddered.
"Don't lie, Clara. Tell the truth." the woman's eyes glowed.
"Yes. Please, yes. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy." Clara heard her own raspy voice.
The woman flexed her hips and thrust forward. Every last thick inch of the mean looking tool slid into Clara's wet love hole. The girl tensed and wide-eyed and her lips formed a large 'O'.
"Do you like that?"
"Yes." Clara whimpered, still under the woman's mind control influence.
The woman pulled out all the way and stopped. Then, she lifted Clara's chin and forced Clara's eyes to meet hers. Clara could see the glow in her eyes faded away.
"Do you want that thing inside you again?" the woman asked with a grin.
With her controls back, Clara resumed her defiance. "Get the fuck away from me." she spat at the woman.
"Tell the truth." the azure glow returned.
"Yes. Please put it in again." Clara helplessly said.
The woman chuckled victoriously and then pushed the thick dildo back into Clara's wet hole. This time, she didn't pulled out. She undulated her hips, moving the dildo in and out of Clara's pussy in a leisurely fashion. One hard inch after another, slowly going in and out.
Clara bit her quivering lower lip. It wasn't enough. The woman wasn't fucking her, she was teasing Clara. The bulging tip gliding in and out only made Clara wanted more, wanted to be fucked hard and fast.
"Tell me what you want, Clara." the woman said.
"I want you to fuck me harder." Clara, unable to lie, groaned through her clenched teeth.
"Like this?"the woman hastened her thrust, the dildo shot into her pussy hard.
"Harder."
Ms. Penrose drove harder and pummeled the dildo into Clara's pussy repeatedly.
"Yes. Yes. Yes." Clara squealed in delight at every hard pound on her pussy.
Gripping her thighs for supported, the woman rocked her hips hard. Her thighs smacked against Clara's bare ass at every thrust and threatened to dislodge the plug inside Clara's asshole. Clara's body, still under the previous command, kept the plug in despite of the hard pounding happening just half an inch up.
"Do you want to come?" the woman asked, never slowing down her thrust.
"Yes. Oh yes." Clara hissed.
"Beg me."
"Please let me come mistress." Clara repeated those words as if that's the only thing she knew how to say. Nothing else mattered anymore. Everything she felt was down on her pussy and her asshole. The strong sensation wrecked her mind like a violent tornado. It was crazy. She was crazy. Crazy for wanting the woman to fuck her crazy.
"Come, Clara."
Like a switch being flipped, Clara convulsed and her eyes rolled back. Her back arched and her toes curled. A long raspy inhuman cried rumbled out of Clara's throat as pleasure ripped through her body like a tsunami. When the dildo evacuated her pussy, a stream of love juice sprayed out of Clara's opening and stained the wood panels below.
After the nerve-wreaking release, Clara's head limp to the side as she gasped for air while her body still locked in place by the mind control, legs spread and her pussy unprotected, still at the mercy of the woman.
"Do you like that?" the woman cooed.
"Yes." Clara said, not sure if the mind controlling or that she genuinely did like it.
"You see, Clara. There's no fighting me." The woman's voice soften and trailed her fingers along Clara's sweaty forehead.
At least not yet. Clara said to herself inwardly. But she's too tired to think about fighting now. All she wanted to do want to lie down and have a nap.
"And I'm going to prove to you again and again until you remember that." the woman grabbed Clara's hair and forced her to look into her eyes.
Clara squealed in agony when the woman pushed the dildo back into her pussy. With the mind control still in effect, Clara's legs remained wide open for the woman to access her battered love hole.
"Your punishment has just begun." the woman hissed and began rocking her hips violently, coaxing Clara's pussy to come again. It didn't take long before Clara reached another explosive climax.
"Now, let's see if we can get the third one out of you." the woman remarked snidely.
Clara shook her head in protest, but without the will of her own to move, her body remained the subject of Ms. Penrose's mercy. And mercy was not something the sadistic consultant showed often.
She pounded the poor girl for another good fifteen minute, forcing her to come for the third time. By then, Clara so exhausted that her thighs were beginning to close due to fatigue.
"Emmm...look at your pussy. So red, so well fucked." the woman stared at Clara's wet snatch. The pussy was slightly parted, revealing all the red soreness deep within. Then, she held up Clara's head by her hair. "Will you fight me again?"
"No. Mistress." Clara whimpered breathlessly.
Not now, Clara told herself. Now, she would submit. She couldn't win over the woman under such compromising situation. But after she learned more about the woman, she would fight. She would make sure the woman paid for everything that she had done to her. She promised herself that. And she wouldn't stop finding a way to settle the score even if she die.
"Tell me the truth." the woman's eyes glowed once more.
"I will fight you." Clara blurted.
"I see." the woman smirked. "I will see you try. For now, I think you've got what you deserve. You may let go of the plug now."
And just like that, Clara expelled the large black plug out of her asshole and the rubber device bounced on the floor.
"That's it for today. I will see you tomorrow." she stood up and walked to her desk. "And Clara, there will be consequences if you break the rules."
Aching all over her body and especially her pussy, Clara staggered to her clothes and languidly put them on. When she was done, she walked out of the room dejectedly. Today, she had definitely lost the battle. And today, she realized she might not win the war after all.
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