by Sasha Scott
Nicole was left panting heavily as her body came down from the orgasm rush which I had sent her racing up. All the strength seemed to have washed through her in one sudden explosion.
I clicked my fingers and commanded to my minions, “She looks a bit exhausted at the moment. The rest of you take hold of her, we’re going to head off to somewhere a bit more comfortable.”
A grin crept across my lips as the four girls all grasped hold of her body once more and hoisted her up into the air. I’d done it, I’d turned it all around. They used to be the five bullies who tormented me and ordered me around. Now I was the boss who ordered them.
It took quite some time for those pink glowing eyes of Nicole’s to creep open again, the poor thing having collapsed in exhaustion. Our location had changed as we’d removed ourselves from the library back to a domain where we couldn’t be disturbed and I was truly king, my dorm room. Sure it was a bit cramped with six people in there but when five of them are beautiful, sexy, obedient women it isn’t too bad.
When Nicole came to the sight which met her was me being worshipped by my followers. I was sitting down on the bed with two ladies pressed between my legs, making out with my erect, throbbing, shaft.
Piper and Tia ran their tongues up and down my length, coating me with their drooling saliva as their hot moans circulated outwards and echoed around the room, meeting with my grunts as I stroked my hands through their hair, enjoying that stimulating pleasure that few men would ever get to feel.
“Oh so you finally awoke?” I said down to Nicole as I saw her pink eyes peeking up at me from the floor, “It must have been one hell of an orgasm to make you pass out like that.”
Her eyes weren’t focused up on my face, it was focused down on my lap where my meat towered upwards with two worshipping mouths latching against the girth, suckiling needily and lovingly.
“Like this can’t be real…” she said softly, seemingly to herself, as pants rolled from her mouth, her cheeks starting to glow.
“Still not accepting it? I’ve shown you what I can do, I showed you my other slaves, I demonstrated on you and still that wasn’t enough to convince you?”
I dragged the heads of the girls on my lap away to expose my shaft, dripping in messy saliva, showing my body off to her without anybody blocking the view.
“Come here and suck,” I commanded firmly.
Instantly she began to crawl over to me. She may not have been trapped in a tranced state where she had no thoughts of her own but that didn’t mean she couldn’t deny me. It also couldn’t mean she didn’t want it.
Her hot breaths rolled over my lap as she moved in close, looking up to me with those needy, pink, eyes. Her bimbo instincts were kicking in and kicking in hard. She wasn’t just made into somebody who looked like a slut she was made into a slut as well. She was made into a woman who craved cock.
In closer she pulled herself, wrapping her plump lips around the head of my engrossed meat, kissing onto me softly as a groan slipped free from her mouth, that same mouth which was slowly engulfing my girth.
She suckled on me sweetly, my shaft being eaten up in her mouth as her head slowly rolled up and down, bobbing herself on the girth as she obeyed my commands and gave me a wet, sloppy, blowjob.
I dragged my fingers through her blonde hair, stroking her and giving her a physical showing that she was doing a good job as she swallowed up more and more, the inches that were visible dipping away as it was all being packed away in her soft, plump, lips.
Lower and lower again she maneuvered herself, the sloppy sounds filling up the air as the drool that leaked from her mouth washed down my girth, dripping onto my hefty, hanging orbs, coating me in a glossy, sloppy, layer of spit.
“Come on, even deeper,” I ordered her, “I want to feel myself wrapped up in that tight throat.”
She couldn’t deny me, she didn’t deny me, soon her lips were sealed down to the base of my cock and I was spreading and stretching her throat, the outline of my shaft bulging into her neck as she trembled in place.
My hand held her down firmly, not allowing her to escape as the air was being denied to her lungs, the hot scent of a musky, manly body being all she could inhale as she jerked in place, legs shaking, knees clapping together.
Nicole looked up at me with her bright pink eyes as she was pinned in place, tears streaming down her cheeks as her throat was packed, her face turning into a bright shade of red which was soon bordering on the crimson and risking the wrath of turning purple.
I felt something surging through me. It was no mystery what it was, it was sweet orgasmic relief that was bubbling in my loins, pulsing in the tightness of her gagging throat.
“Hmm,” I moaned out, head rolling back, “that’s good, I can feel it coming. I’m going to cum Nicky, I want you to drink it all down my bimbo slave.”
What choice did she had but to obey? Like I warned, moments later, my girth throbbed and stretched open her tight insides as a rush of hot, white, warmth came spraying out, filling her throat and stomach with my hot male jizz.
Her fingers latched onto me tightly, nails clinging into my thighs as she trembled, eyes rolling back and she drunk up all of my thick cream, neck bulging from the spray.
Finally I released my grip on her head and let her throw herself backwards, peeling her saliva laced throat off my cock, allowing her to breath in the air once again, the bimbo panting heavily as my cum rested deep into her stomach.
“Do you finally believe me?” I said down to her, “I can make you do anything and everything I want. I am the boss now, not you. You are nothing more than my slave.”
Up to me she whimpered, “I-I’m sorry!”
“Don’t you think it’s a bit late for that? I don’t believe you were feeling that sorry for the last few years of bossing me around. Now it’s time for you to give up and take your place as my slave.”
I rose up from my position on the bed and towered above her, my cock still standing hard and firm. Her slutty eyes latched onto the majestic sight of my engrossed, pulsing, firm member that made her pussy start to boil in need and throb in anticipation.
“I’m not going to tell you to do anything this time,” I said to her coldly, “I’m going to simply let you know that if you turn around and wiggle that ass in the air for me and beg me then I’ll give you what you crave most, even more than freedom. My fat cock.”
Her whimpers filled the room. Of course she wanted to be free but her body was yelling for it, begging for it, craving it. That hypnotic need I had pushed onto her was far too strong, she was desperate for my body to fuck her hard into the ground.
Nicole turned her body around, clambering onto all fours with her behind facing me, that wide booty being pushed into the air, the slutty girl wiggling it from side to side as she began to moan out.
“I can’t take it! Please fuck me!” she begged with a loud squeal, “My body wants it so bad, I can’t help it. I don’t wanna be a slutty girl, I don’t wanna be a slave but I need your cock more than anything! Give it to me please I’m begging you!”
Down I reached into the back of her tight shorts pulling them down nice and fast to reveal her body to me, exciting me for what I was going to do next.
Easily I slipped aside her thong to reveal her dripping pussy, just the sight and taste of my cock had already done so much to get her gushing in need.
“You may not want to be my slave,” I growled down to her, “but you no longer have a choice. You’re my bitch now.”
The moment I thrust into her something snapped in her mind. She released high pitched squealing moans that echoed from wall to wall, screeching down the ear of me and all my other slaves in the room.
I pushed my weight down on her body to establish my dominance over my former bully and began to pound into her with all the pent up aggression that had built up within me through years of torment.
My hand squeezed down onto the back of her neck, pushing her head tightly into the ground as I bruta
lized her ass with violent slaps of my abs and pounded deep into her juicy pussy with my engrossed cock, using all the strength I could to make her body glow raw.
Never before had I found such strength in my body, I was less of a man and more of a machine. The energy didn’t seem to be fading away as I kept her pinned and used her pussy as a personal toy, going as rough and as hard as I could handle, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing around the room.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she squealed out as her fluttering eyes rolled up into her skull and hot groaning breaths dripped from her lips, along with a messy saliva coating, “I totally didn’t mean to be such a bitch! I didn’t! Let me pay you back with my body I’m so sorry!”
It was far too late for her to apologize to me but she was right when she said she’d be paying me back with her body. Years of anger and rage being released in one sudden rush, her body being beaten by my vicious poundings.
The other slaves watched in awe at just how rough I was, my hand leaving her neck to wrap up into her hair, pulling her head up roughly to drag her face up nice and high.
“Tell them,” I growled into her ear, “tell them all just how much you love my cock. Tell them all that you are my slave now.”
“Yes! Yes master!” she gargled, drool bubbling from her hanging lips as she slurred with messy moans, “I’m master’s slave now! He’s conquered me with his dick, I love being fucked by master so much! I’m master’s sex slave now! I’m his cock loving bitch!”
Her vulgar porno talk matched the total ecstasy laced expression on her face as it looked like I’d fucked every ounce of intelligence out of her body. It just meant more room for me to release into.
“Good bitch,” I said down with a snarl, feeling so aggressive, “here take your reward, a thick belly full of my seed.”
I pulled her back sharply by the hair, pinning her down tightly around my lap, plugging her juicy twat with my cock as I began to cum, a large, rushing orgasmic surging through my pulsing member.
She squealed, squirting all around me as I began to fill her insides with my cum, her stomach being packed to the brim with my hot molten white seed which made her body tremble in place.
My orgasm didn’t seem to want to end as I came more and more into her body until it had nowhere else to go but back out, spraying out of her tight pussy, her insides overflowing.
Once I was finally finished I dropped her down to the floor with a wet slap, her sweat covered, cum dripping body falling with a thud.
Even though I’d just sprayed out such a powerful orgasm my cock was still hard, firm and veiny. I looked at my other slaves with a new fire in my eyes. I wasn’t going until I released my anger on each and every one of them, again and again. They were in for a long night of fucking.
When I finally came to it was the morning. The sun managed to creep in from around my curtains to illuminate my naked body surrounded by the sleeping remains of five former bullies turned into obedient sluts, all of them leaking cum from every orifice.
The night had been a long one but I managed to give them the payback they all thoroughly deserved, all of them being forced to take my hard cock again and again and again.
I sat up, muscles still aching as I reached over to take the magic book; it wasn’t there.
Sharply I looked to all sides, scouring over the room but I couldn’t find the book anywhere. I knew it was here, I knew exactly where I’d left it but it was gone, it was like it had vanished.
The magic book had been the device that had allowed me to enact my revenge. Without its spells there was no way I ever would have been able to do the things I did, I would never have been able to make my own harem. Without it I was nothing!
As those stressful thoughts filled my head I heard a groan under me as Nicole began to sit up groggily, her body still as slutty as I had left it the day before.
“Hmm morning master,” she said up to me in a sensual voice, “you were amazing last night.”
She wasn’t the only one who was coming to, slowly but surely all the other girls were starting to wake up too and greeting me the same way.
Even if the magic book was gone, had vanished, I wasn’t nothing anymore. It had delivered me a harem and given me the payback I had desired. Together we had completed our mission. It had allowed me to become the king.
“If you thought I was amazing last night wait until you see what I do today,” I growled down to her, pulling her up by her hair to plant a dominating kiss onto her plump lips.
My payback was complete, now it was time to live the good life.
From Brat to Bimbo
The Professor’s Payback
University, a place of higher education. A place where the brilliant minds of the future gather together to learn and shape themselves into the next batch of doctors, lawyers, bankers, scientists, politicians and more.
The young and bright all come together in once place with the collective goal of learning and advancing themselves. That was the romantic notion anyway. The reality was a bit different.
Sure a lot came to university for the education but that wasn’t everything. A lot of people simply wanted to live the university lifestyle. They wanted to carry on their stress free school lives for another four years. They wanted to indulge in parties with other youngsters just like them.
If everyone came to university with a will to learn it would be a wonderful place. Sadly not everyone was like that. Some people really didn’t care about their futures, they were just focused on enjoying the present.
I’m professor Hugo Kelly, a brilliantly qualified professor and young star in the world of science. I’m a renowned expert in my field and my capture here was seen as a major coup for the university to have my expertise on board.
In the science community I’ve always been well respected by my peers. Sadly this did not cross over to my teaching career. My fellow staff had no issue with me and showed me plenty of respect. My issue was with the students; certain students in particular.
The school had a serious bitch problem.
I dreamt that I’d be teaching halls filled with students eager to learn but reality did not synch up perfectly with fantasy. While most of my lessons were fine there was one class which always gather me bother. There was one class in which I was always interrupted and undermined and it always came from the same group of cackling bitches who positioned themselves right at the back of the room but still managed to make enough noise to disturb everyone.
This wasn’t the first year this had happened. Nor was it the second. Or the third. No they were actually entering into their fourth year, those girls had now entered their senior year and through some poor slice of fortune they had been put into my class each and every year, driving me completely crazy.
Of course I hadn’t sat on my hands and done nothing about their abuse. I’d spoken to the dean to try and do something about those brats but there was an issue. Money.
At the center of that bitch group was the certified school queen bee, Karen, the head troublemaker. Sadly she just happened to be the daughter of a very wealthy man, a very wealthy man who made lots of big donations to the university. What that meant was she was practically untouchable which was why she could get away with doing whatever she wanted. The higher ups would do nothing to stop her or her followers and she knew it.
“Hey Professor Virgin, I heard somebody was complaining about me,” Karen made sure to say to me one day with her flock of minions flanking her from either side, “If I was them I’d make sure to watch their mouth. My daddy doesn’t take kindly to people spreading lies about his little girl. My daddy is a very powerful man you know. It’d be a shame if he had to use that power.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said between grinding teeth. She and her followers seriously made my skin crawl. It was sickening how they ran roughshod over the college.
“You better Professor. It’d be such a shame if you had to go ahead and lose your job.”
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nce again I’d be humiliated by a girl barely out of her teenage years while all of her faithful hounds looked on giggling. They thought they were completely untouchable and they pretty much were as far as the upper management was concerned. However I knew there was still one people who could stop them; me!
It’d been four years, four years of terror and my patience had finally snapped. I’d kept telling myself they’d be different the next year but this was it now, there were no more chances. It was time for me to act.
They may have looked down on me but that would just prove to be their mistake. After all I wasn’t just a university professor, I was also a brilliant scientist, one of the greatest minds on the planet. If anybody could invent something to correct their behavior it was me.
I was going to brew up a potion that would bring that group of witches to their knees. I was going to get sweet payback on each and every one of them.
