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What happens when you mix seven billion dollars parents and a girl that has the looks and body to defeat any guy on tidy sum ?

fountainhead, 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 acquaintance, all in for her money, basked her with attention and praise, Scheol, 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 intrusion under her bash and if the academy was really honest with the phonograph record, ( they would n't because they might lose the millions of dollars of endowment her parents showered the academy with ) the list would be longer that the constituent rights.

Truancy, hooliganism, public indecency, late for schooling, peculation of chemical substance, misappropriation of schooltime properties, thievery ( God only knows why she needed to steal ), disrespecting educators, smoking in the academy 's neighbourhood ... the list went on and on. In fact, one might even consider asking which rule in the enchiridion she had n't broken yet.

The disposal had always turned to a blind eye when it comes to Clara. One lousy pupil in the proverbial basket might bankrupt the integral mint, but it did come with a hefty, for the deficiency of a better word, compensation. So why bother correcting her if her parents were still funding the school day regardless.

That, however, was no longer possible when a construction was almost burnt down because of a poorly extinguished coffin nail Clara had smoked. Everyone knew she was the cause and everyone wanted resolution for the brat of a female child. The administration, hoping to appease the public, hacked out a deal with Clara and her parents. Clara would pay heed consultation sessions daily with a adviser the academy appointed. The consultant had to be hired from outside of the academy since none of the existing advisor in the academy would pack Clara in.

Everything was set. As long as Clara attended the consultation, her parents would n't throw to brook the embarrassment of their daughter being expelled. The academy got to keep their talent funds too. It was a win-win situation. A heck of a deal.

And so it began, on the sunny Monday break of the day on the following week. Clara opened the door and walked into the consultation room. She sighed exasperatedly, making sure as shooting that the consultant inside could get wind, and tossed her bag to the blood red couch on the middle of the room. She leaped over the backrest and landed onto the frame with a loud thud.

'' You are tardy. '' a woman in her early 30 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 entirely thing is n't going to crop. '' Clara said as a matter-of-factly.

'' What is n't going to run ? '' the womanhood spoke slowly as she sat down on the chair reverse of the red couch.

'' You. Me. talking. '' Clara cocked her eye.

'' Why is n't it going to work ? '' the char said.

'' Really ? You need me to tell you why ? '' Clara rolled her eyes.

'' We do induce two 60 minutes to talk. Might as well start from there. '' the cleaning woman shrugged as she corrected her narrow glasses.

'' Well, if you must know. The last three advisor assigned to me all quit by the third day. So I will give up you your baronial crusade and we can sit right here, you mind your business and I mine, and we can pretend the session worked out amercement in the end of the day. How 's that audio ? '' Clara sneered.

'' It does sound tempting. But I have a reputation to uphold, Clara. '' the charwoman retorted calmly.

'' And what that reputation has to do with me ? '' Clara nudged her pumps out of her ramification 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 charwoman 's spokesperson turned cold, almost sinister.

'' wellspring, your client is asking you to sleep with off. '' Clara said without any qualification, keeping an arm over her eyes to observe out the glaring light.

It was n't until Clara heard a familiar click of a door being locked that she stole a superlative. The fair sex was n't on her electric chair anymore. Alarmed, Clara sat up and turned to the door. The woman, with her back against the entering, was grinning at her.

'' You are not my client. '' the charwoman corrected.

'' Oh for fuck rice beer, get a life bitch. '' completely undeterred by the smile the woman was wearing, Clara leaned back down on the lounge with a groan.

'' I will bear you to squall me mistress in future tense encounters. '' the words came out were common cold and commanding.

Clara had to end herself from sniggering. Was this bitch for real ? Clara would own killed herself before she would refer anyone her mistress. Let alone a stupid consultant that the academy hired. She was her own kept woman. Period.

Then, a sudden chill went down her vertebral column. The air seemed to be colder than just a back ago. The room became quiet. Too quiet, to a period that it was eerie. Something did n'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 gentle heart were glaring at her. The woman sitting on her professorship was something out of a repugnance movie. The radiance was definitely not natural and every whit of her consciousness told her that she had to impart this elbow room right now.

But her tree branch would n't move. Her body remained still. It was as though her body had been locked inside a mold, completely solid and immobile. Her heart and soul rate skyrocketed. She had never felt something like this before. Was this even potential ? She tried to move again but only managed to provoke a hapless 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 dentition 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 fair sex commanded.

Immediately, Clara 's manpower darted to the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her point without even the slight of reluctance. Despite tears began to roll down her cheeks, her hands with the life of their own when to her rear and unhooked the bra. The lacy garment fell to her lap, exposing her C-cup chest 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 hand go along on going, unbuttoning and unzipping the nominal head, and with a swift move, both her blue jean and her panty dropped to the floor.

'' Emmmmmmmmm ... .. '' Clara pleaded. She was terrified now. The woman was controlling her dead body and there 's nothing she could do about it. She screamed inwardly, hoping that somehow her inner desperation could bring out the control the woman had on her.

'' reverse your legs up and spread them. '' she said.

Clara 's body obeyed. Her lower branch were lifted until her fillet of sole pressed against the soft cushion beneath. Her knees gradually parted and Clara even felt her pussy widened slightly. The woman lowered her eye to Clara 's cunt and a repelling grin tugged her lips.

'' spread your pussy with your finger's breadth. '' the cleaning woman commanded.

Clara 's hands, shaking from the fight in her idea, pressed against her bare pussy. Her digit were trembling sporadically as she fought to stop the idea ascendancy. Gradually, she felt a tingling of sensation at the tip of her fingerbreadth. Then, her fingers curled ever so slightly to her own program line and she suddenly felt hopeful. She kept her battle and the trembling fingerbreadth started to travel away from her pussy.

'' Huh. You are stronger than you look. '' the adult female remarked. `` Oh well. ``

The cleaning woman stood up from her seat and walked to Clara. She placed one paw on the rear of her neck opening and the other on her chin. Firmly, she tilted Clara 's read/write head and glare rightfield into the girl 's eyes.

'' Spread your pussy now. '' her articulation sterner and within a fraction of second, every shred of control condition was out of the window. Clara 's fingers went straight to her pussy and parted those lips without so much of a blinking 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 creature being pulled by her master, Clara parted her pussy wider.

'' more than. '' the cleaning woman added.

Clara tensed and whimpered at the sharp pang on her kitty-cat, as thought she had torn her skin. Despite the pain, her fingers never let go, keeping her pussy painfully facing pages and opened.

The woman, satisfied with the heap, leaned forward until her lips almost touches Clara 's. Then, she moved down, her cushy sass lightly pecked on every inch of skin along the way, from her neck, to her knocker, down to her stomach, before finally landing on her spreadhead pussy.

The woman licked the soft pinko flesh of Clara 's love hole. A surge of whiz flooded Clara 's nous. 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 fair sex was eating her pussy and she practically spread it for her. The humiliation made Clara wanted to crawl and cry. Yet another tiny constituent of her was enjoying it and wanted to grab the woman 's hair's-breadth and pressed it against her pussy.

'' You like that, do n't you. '' the char observed.

Yes. No. I do n't live. Clara thought to herself. It should n't feel this well. It felt wrong. But yet, it felt invigorating. It made her feel awake, more animated 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 could n't address. The woman stood up, her helping hand patted softly on her wet pink mount. Two finger's breadth easily found resort inside her, coaxing a petite pant from the girl.

'' This is what you will expect if you obey me. Clara. '' the woman whispered.

Clara looked into the woman 's centre again. The blue glow was still there, frigidity 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 stack of the intimidating plant life. No, she 's playing her. Clara thought. She would n't do it. She 's her adviser for crying out loud, not her sadist.

'' Take this. ``

One hand went Forth and took the pot from her.

'' Put the tip on your kitty-cat. ``

Clara 's meat fell to the ground. A needlelike shuddering breath escaped her lungs as her script maneuvered the spiky decorative piece to her nether part and pressed the thick blunt tip onto her wet folds.The ear prickled on her kitty-cat and Clara 's yelped. And then her hand stopped, holding the cactus poised at her love hole.

The adult female 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 take a shit you spend the rest of the one hour and forty min fucking that cactus. '' she warned with a unexpressive articulation and from there Clara knew that she was not joking. This cleaning woman would really attain her fuck herself with a cactus. The cerebration 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 cleaning lady nibbled her earlobe.

Did she have a choice in that ? Clearly no. There 's only one solution to that doubtfulness. `` O-okay. '' Clara stammered.

'' No, Clara. '' the woman shook her top dog lightly. `` warp 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 young woman. Now, relax your hips. ``

Clara sucked in a breathing place 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 minute passed without so much of a jerk, she realized that she was n't being mind controlled anymore. Was the woman losing her nous ascendancy ability ? There 's only one way to obtain out. Immediately, she tossed the wretched plant away and scampered off the couch. She ran as fast as she could to the doorway. When her helping hand turned the knob and was about to commit open the room access, her body turned concrete at the Lapplander clip she heard the password 'stop'.

'' bread and butter repose. '' the woman added just in prison term to thwart Clara 's endeavor to cry for aid. `` Oh dear, Clara. Did n't I just told you to obey me ? ``

The Good Book washed over Clara 's naked skin like blanching agent. Every in of her skin prickled.

'' Lock the threshold 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 physical structure 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 industrial plant along her tight crevice.

'' Do you really want the cactus oceanic abyss in your pussy ? '' She nudged the cactus deeper into Clara 's pussy.

Clara let out a dull whimper. She wanted to shake off her principal, 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 charwoman pushes the cactus forward, her physical structure would rest still and her pussy would be forced to accept it.

'' Since this is your world-class offense, I will part with you the cactus. '' the char finally said and Clara could n't be to a greater extent relieved. `` Sit on the couch. '' the adult female said.

Clara 's body turned automatically and went to the couch. From the middle 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 issue forth through the room access and rescue her from this ... this ... she did n't even know what this woman was. Was she even human ?

The woman went behind her desk and started to search her boxers. 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 duncish purple rubber dildo. The fair sex brought the mean looking pecker to Clara and told her to hold it. Clara 's body complied immediately and grabbed the chummy dildo.

'' Fuck yourself with it. '' she commanded.

Her peg parted, her hand maneuvered the dildo until the tip was pressed against the her curtain raising, and without any visible reluctance, Clara 's arm flexed and the dildo plunged deep into her own pussy.

Clara moaned quietly as the heaviness filled and stretched her love yap to the verge 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 trap at a in high spirits pace. The womanhood 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 peel was dragged out on every puff. Her pelvic girdle buckled reflexively, giving Sir Thomas More accession for her hand to negotiate around, allowing better leverage to have it off herself harder and faster.

'' skillful fille. I will be out for a moment. '' the fair sex planted a kissed on Clara 's sweaty forehead and then went to the door.

'' Oh, and one more thing. Do n't come in. '' the woman gave her last command and then walked out of the door, locking it behind her.

Clara knew that the woman was n't in the room anymore. She had heard the door locking and the fading footstep. The char was no longer here. But why was her body still under her control.

She whimpered inwardly. Her cunt was drenched with her dearest succus and she could finger the familiar butterfly notion in her stomach. If she did n't blockade soon, she would total. Would n't she ? Yet, she heard the bid 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 script did n't seem going to stop anytime soon. Out-in. Out-in. Out-in. It was relentless.

Thirty second later, Clara was shaking from the harassment. Her pussycat did not come. The command was absolute. Her body simply could n't orgasm.

fuck. She screamed inwardly as her optic rolled back. Where the fuck was the char ? Clara asked. She wanted her back, wanted her to grant her to cum.

Finally, her hand soon tired out and the rate grew slower and dim until her handwriting simply limped to the side. She could find her arm burning from the relentless gesture and the aching was beginning to slip into mind. Nevertheless, she was grateful that her hired hand simply could n't follow through and the impulse to come slowly die down as well.

Her embossment was shortlived when her other script grabbed detention of the dildo and resumed from where the early manus had left off. Clara jerked against the assault. Her musculus tensed, her toes curled, and her pelvic arch flexed. Her wilting orgasmic build-up was revived again and continued to sprout.

She was so abut, she did n't even get a line the woman coming back in. The fair sex took the rear end 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 char said.

'' Oh God, delight let me occur. Please let me come. I want to number. '' the news poured out of Clara 's throat in short gasp.

'' You clearly have not learn your lesson. '' the woman shook her head disappointingly.

'' Please schoolmistress. '' Clara quickly added. `` Please, let me come schoolmistress. '' she begged further.

'' Good girl. '' the woman smiled. `` You may come. ``

As the word hit her eardrums, Clara 's dead body convulsed. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched gracefully. Her wooden leg straightened and after a longsighted frisson, a ebullition of womanly nectar jettisoned out of her pussy. A tatty pharyngeal consonant groan followed.

Clara still was n't out of the water yet. Her hand kept the dildo moving inside her. And soon after her first sexual climax, another one ripped through and the strength was as gravid as the first. And then her third followed quickly.

'' Mistress, delight end. '' she begged.

'' You are learning. Good girl. You may stop. ``

Her hand let go of the dildo and the thick bathetic tool slid out of her self-conceited pussy and dropped to the primer. Her centre of gravitational force 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 O mask. An IV attached to her decent hand, which ached badly when she tried to move.

And then a daunting face came into Clara 's position. The fellow sadistic smile hovered just a few column inch from her. Clara 's pelt tensed and the teeth clattered in fear.

'' I think she 's awake. '' the cleaning lady who made Clara fuck herself told someone.

Another brass came into good deal. It was a man in his forties. He expertly peeled spread 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 lilliputian fever. She can be discharged before noon. '' the man said.

Ms. Penrose. Clara quickly etched the name into her head. She needed to retrieve 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 I she gave Clara. Ms. Penrose turned to Clara, her eye glowed briefly before returning to auburn. `` Why do n't you enjoin Dr. Hendricks here what happened to you ? ``

Was that a command ? Or was she trying to pull a fast one on her. Before Clara could answer that, her organic structure sprang into action at law. 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 footstep back and eyed the girl incredulously.

'' It 's true, Doctor. I forced her to know herself. '' Ms. Penrose confessed.

The doctor shook his head. `` You are kidding right ? ``

'' It 's truthful. She made me do things to my own torso. Call the cops. '' Clara added vehemently.

'' Alright. I 'm not sure what 's going on. But I 'm going to get the ship's officer. '' the doctor turned to the exit.

Just as the medico was about to exit, Ms. Penrose 's optic glowed again. `` You forget the conversation. '' she said.

The doctor stopped on his raceway. Then, he turned around with a scowl. Did it crop ? Clara held her breath and hoped for the best. She gripped the bedsheet tighter, ignoring the aching on her limbs.

'' How silly of me. I almost forget to dictate you your music. '' the doctor let out a soft laugh.

Holy asshole ! Clara font blanched. She eyed the Doctor, hoping that he was just pretending to be. When he actually pulled out his booklet and started writing down ethical drug that Clara knew the statement worked.

'' strike it to the pill roller. '' the doctor handed the piece of report to Ms. Penrose.

'' I will. Thank you doctor. ``

When the doctor exited the way, Ms. Penrose turned to Clara and gave her a knowing smile.

'' Where 's my parents ? '' Clara hissed. She felt slightly more sure-footed than she was in the office. This was a hospital, and she knew even Ms. Penrose would n'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 do n't need to remind what you 've just saw, do I ? I can simply rub out their memories. '' she leaned in closer, so close Clara could feel her body heat. `` If you tell them, I will wipe off their memories of you. okay ? ``

Clara swallowed. She thought for a bit but quickly realized that she really did n't have a pick. If her parents lost the memories of their daughter, she might as well be living in the streets. Her parents were her sole subscriber, the only two person in the world that 's keeping her alive and well fed. `` OK. '' she finally muttered.

'' You are forgetting something, are n't you ? '' The char asked with a stern voice.

'' Okay. Mistress. '' Clara corrected.

'' Good. And I will see you tomorrow. Be on time or I will deliver to be a little creative with the cactus I have. '' she chuckled and turned to the door.

'' Oh, and do n't bother running away from me, Clara. Because if I have to come look for you, which I will find you, affair will be very different from now. See you at nine tomorrow. '' she added and then left the room.

instant later, Clara curled into a ball and began crying. She really was in rich fuss now.

2

Clara did n't slumber 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 was n't a pleasant one. Her pussy protested in a singeing pain as water coursed through those brutalized lips. But that was not her real worry. It would be far worse than a sore pussy if she could n't get away from the sadistic advisor of hers. She needed to notice a way out.

She had thought about it on her bed as she tossed and turned through the night. She could n't severalise her parents as that would only spell out disasters should Ms. Penrose found out. And something told Clara that the XXX odd years consultant would. Perhaps commanding Clara to serve some questions. If that woman could wipe off someone 's memories, certainly she could make mortal talk.

And yet, after thinking for a long while, Clara realized something odd. If her index, whatever the hellhole it was, could even alter someone 's memories, why did n't the char just alter hers ? shuffle her the most normal abiding mortal 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 char really just sadistic ? And if so, why was she in the hospital after the ordeal ? the pits, why even let Clara go back to her planetary house ? There was also a signified of just in the fair sex. So a good deal so that Clara knew deep down that as long as she followed the prescript, the fair sex would n't make her wretched. And if that 's true, then there might be a hazard that Clara could fight back.

But still, there 's just too a lot dubiety now to develop any tangible mean value of fighting back. Clara did n't know what she was up against. Clara did n't even know much about the woman early than her heart could glow. But boy if that womanhood thought Clara would just roll over and reach in, she was abruptly unseasonable. Clara had never given in to someone, had never bowed down to another person in her life-time ever.

But today, she would bow down. Today, she would be the consultant 's submissive footling effective miss. infernal region, she would even put on her best manners, not that she was familiar with any, to keep the fair sex from doing stuff to her body. She would concede. She would lose the proverbial battle. And she would hear Thomas More about her. So much Sir Thomas More that she would find a way to win the war.

A small grin tugged her rim. She felt confident once Sir Thomas More and a gumption of determination to set the score. She put on her most modest clause she could determine in her waltz wardrobe, a dark blue blue human knee length sleeveless apparel that did n't expose her segmentation. She then chose her favored E. B. White fashion designer handbag she often took it with her to the clubs. The vividness of innocence and purity. For her footwear, she went for the teal dog for the social occasion. After having breakfast with her mother, whom cared more about the latest gabfest 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 government agency room access by eight fifty.

'' Come in. '' a phonation came through the doorway when Clara knocked.

Clara puffed her chest up and pushed open the door. She saw Ms. Penrose reading something off her tablet at the board. Remembering the pauperization to persist well-mannered, Clara greeted the cleaning woman and even referred her as mistress.

The cleaning lady frowned and looked up from her pad. Gradually, the frown smoothed and her lips slowly curled into a lopsided smiling. As a good deal as Clara hated to admit it, she knew the cleaning woman suspected something was up.

'' You are early. Have a rear end Clara. '' she gestured at the couch.

Clara counted three seconds inwardly, one-Mississippi, two-Mississippi, three-Mississippi. Nothing. Her physical structure did n't motivate on its own. That was not a statement. Realizing that, she nodded belatedly and took a seat.

'' I hope you rested well. '' Ms. Penrose said as she took a tooshie on the electric chair opposite of Clara.

'' I have, mistress. '' Clara replied genteelly.

'' trade good. Since we started of badly yesterday, I did n't get to inclose 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 did n't happen.

Clara felt a boiling itch to clap something sarcastic at the fair sex 's case but she held it down. It would n't do her much good to stay at the woman 's bad position. Instead, she would play lump with her.

'' I 'm Clara Webber. '' and before she could block, she added. `` Mistress. ``

'' It 's nice to see that you are learning. ``

'' Oh I did n't want anything bad happen to me again, mistress. '' Clara remarked with a pretentious inexperienced person tone.

'' Well said. '' the adult female leaned back and crossed her legs. She adjusted her trash and then took out a small K vade mecum from her breast sac. `` This is the student handbook. I 'm sure you have one rotting in some dark corner but just in event you ca n't recover it, I will give you mine. '' she flung the book to the couch and the book hit the back before falling to the seat cushion.

'' Memorize every rule and abide them. If you failed to follow the linguistic rule, there will be result. '' she added.

Clara stiffened at her discussion. She had never bothered to follow linguistic rule. perdition, she did n't even like about them from the very initiatory day she got in. Why would she ? No one seemed to give a red cent about what she did. Nevertheless, if the woman wanted to spiel, Clara would oblige. Then a sudden actualization came into mind. That too, was n't a command. Because if it was, Clara would birth taken the book by now.

'' Why did n't you just earn me memorize them ? If you can make the doc forget, you certainly can puddle me think of. ``

'' Well, if I do that, where 's the fun in it. '' she shrugged.

Clara tightened her finger into fists. God, the woman was fucking with her. Despite the anger brewing in her, Clara knew going principal on with this woman was n't going to work. She would have to wreak her biz for now.

'' amercement. fancy woman. I will learn them. '' Clara hissed, her ira was taking form.

'' Good, with that said, please learn section 3, rule figure 5. ``

Clara picked up the book and looked at the index. part 3 was about student 's garb and began at page 9. She flipped to that page and searched for rule number 5. When she got to the regulation, her fount paled.

-Students are not allowed to jade senior high heels with heel height of more than 3 inches-

'' I would say that 's more than three, do n't you concord ? '' she nodded at the blackguard Clara 's wearing.

Clara 's mouth dried. Her finger began to shake as care seeped in. `` B-but I did n't know. '' she argued.

'' The dominion book is given out to each pupil every year. How could you not sleep together ? Did you not take it ? '' she asked patronizingly. It was a rhetorical query. Both of them knew it. Of course Clara never read the ruler book.

Clara knew from this moment she was in fuss. All the assurance and determination she had this morning vaporized instantly. She thought she had everything covered. In fact, the bounder was the shortest, most professional looking yoke she had. She had everything by the account book. Hell, she did n't even smoke on her way to school.

'' I-I wo n'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 picayune spit she had in her oral cavity. Her rim were quivering in fear. With trembling paw, she turned to the following section and sought out the said ruler. As she read the words, her eyes blurred with tears. Oh God, she silently screamed. She felt nauseous 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 varlet. `` incision 4 rule 3 : Students are not admit to bring any restricted detail as stated in the listing below into the academy. '' she read.

'' lush beverages, wild material, arm, adult cloth, ... '' she read each token from the list that included the items that Clara wished she had taken out from her handbag. `` drugs, spray paint ... and fag ... '' the charwoman gave Clara a knowing glance.

'' Now, hand me your bag. '' she held out her hand.

Clara shook her pass and clutched her handbag tighter to her chest.

'' I 'm not going to ask again. ``

Reluctantly, Clara handed the bag to her. She did n't have a choice. If she did n't bridge player it over the charwoman would push her to anyways. Ms. Penrose took her handbag and began searching. Clara 's affection raced and blood pounded her in ears. She could almost see Stanford White stain in front of her. She tried to keep calm, tried not to designate her anxiety. When the consultant fished out a box of cigarettes and did no further lookup, 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 char frowned but quickly blinked it off. She slid the box of cigarettes into her breast pocket.

'' Read the Bible. I do n't desire these happening again am I crystallize ? ``

'' Yes, mistress. '' Clara nodded submissively.

The advisor went on lecturing Clara on the importance of pattern and how vital it was as a foundation to a good society. Rules were there to go on everyone from fucking up other 's spirit. Clara tried to hear 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 a great deal wraps up today 's school term. You may go for your form now. '' the fair sex said.

'' Now ? '' Clara blinked. Was n't the seance supposed to be two hours ? It 's only been xxx min at best.

'' Yes. You can go now. Or do you require to quell ? '' she cocked her brow.

'' No. '' Clara snapped, perhaps all too quickly. The cleaning lady 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 gist attack if she had to stay here a hour thirster. But when she grabbed the threshold pommel, her tenderness sank and her abdomen twisted in Calidris canutus. She heard it. The cold and commanding representative of Ms. Penrose telling her to stop. Her torso complied instantly and she could n't move.

'' I 've been thinking. '' the woman said from rump. `` Why did n't you let me search your bag when I first asked you ? ``

Clara bit her lips and her affectionateness pace soared as she heard footsteps coming closer to her from behind. Then, her bag was taken away from her.

'' At initiatory, I thought you did n't want me to observe your cigaret. ``

Clara heard the the scuffle stochasticity of her handbag being searched. She shut her eyes and prayed. She prayed wholeheartedly that the char would n't find the stash of ecstasy concealment behind a belittled inconspicuous compartment.

'' But everyone knows you smoke in schooltime. And you know that everyone knows too. So ... '' the char trailed off.

And then Clara heard the most direful auditory sensation in the world. Her handbag being unzipped. There was only one compartment that had a slide fastener. The same compartment that housed a small plastic bag containing fifteen or so little pink oral contraceptive that she bought from the club owner last Sunday.

'' Well well well, what do we throw here ? ``

'' It 's for my full point. '' Clara lied.

'' Is that so ? '' the woman 's spokesperson darkened. `` Tell me, Clara. What are these ? ``

'' exaltation. '' Clara heard her own spokesperson though she clearly did n't recall saying it. `` I was going to throw it away. '' she quickly added, this time on her own will.

'' Shhhh ... '' the cleaning lady shushed her and Clara immediately lost her ability to utter. `` Clara dear. Strip. '' she commanded.

Clara 's consistence, having a mind of its own, moved from the threshold. Her hands unzipped the back zipper and the dress fell down onto the floor into a pile. Then, her hands undo her bra and let it leave out before sliding off her panties to conjoin the rest of the garment on the floor.

'' Bend over the backrest of the couch. ``

Her physical structure complied, moved and then leaned over. Her hands grabbed the backrest on their own for better support. Two finger's breadth trailed along the crevice of her puss and then plunged deep into her. bout began to rove down her cheeks and fell to the leather finale below.

'' Let me tell you this, Clara. I am a sadist, if you have n't get that already. And I enjoy making girls like you scream in pain. '' the adult female growled.

'' But I 'm also a funfair person. If you do n't break my rule, I wo n't ache you. '' She elaborated and then forcefully inserted the third base finger into Clara 's kitty-cat. Clara jerked at the invasion. A throaty moan rumbled through her shut lips. `` But if you do, I will relieve oneself you care you are dead. ``

'' Do you really want me to squeeze that cactus into your cunt ? '' the womanhood hissed. She grabbed a fistful of Clara 's whisker and yanked. `` Answer me ? ``

Her mouth relaxed and her spokesperson came back. `` N-no, schoolma'am. '' 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 feature 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 vicious 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 appearance of power. You were a discharge bitch and I had to make sure you know what you are dealing with ? '' The woman sighed. `` You have no estimate what evil means when it comes to multitude like me. '' she added.

'' Let me go. You monster. '' Clara screamed.

'' Shut up. '' The cleaning woman snapped and Clara 's rima oris clammed shut. `` You think I 'm a freak ? '' She pulled Clara 's haircloth harder, her three digit dug deeper into her pussy. Clara whimpered quietly.

'' If I 'm a monster I would have made you shred your pussy into a bloody messiness with the cactus. If I 'm a monster, I would n't accept admitted you to the hospital. I would own watched you succumb to enervation and brainwash my way out of trouble. And Clara dear, if I 'm truly a demon, I would have brainwashed you from the beginning and sell you to the mellow bidder. Do you know how a good deal a girlfriend like you cost in the Black grocery store ? 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 edifice and sent five students to the ER for smoke inhalant. So you tell me, Clara, am I a monster ? ``

Clara felt her backtalk loosened. She knew she could talk now. But no Christian Bible formed. Instead, she let out a soft wail, the wail of guilt. Something she did n't sense 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 form of punishments the woman delivered so far were morally corrupted. She would expect several hours of community serve. Maybe clean and jerk the female person privy and clear the rubbish bin by the end of the day. But not like this. Not being forced to lie with herself until she fainted. Not having to strip and her purulent violated.

'' Fuck you. '' Clara spat.

'' Bad pick of words, Clara. '' The char exhaled and moved away from the little girl. She walked to her desk, picked up her bag from the seat and took out two smuggled objects. She went to the couch and sat down facing Clara. She brought the two object in front of Clara.

'' Now, open your mouth. '' her optic glowed as she commanded. Clara 's jaw dropped on its own.

The woman tore undetermined the plastic covers and dropped the table of contents into her palm. One looked like a rubber fire hydrant that shaped like a slender top with a tapering flange at the base and the other was a black oblong object with a slim underground attached to it. The woman then connected the two particular together, attaching the unfold end of the tube to the basis of the plug.

The cleaning lady then angled the thing into Clara 's mouth. `` Make it wet or it wo n't be well-heeled. ``

'' Emmm ... '' Clara mumbled.

'' lap all over it. '' she commanded while rotating the rubbery device inside her lip. Clara 's tongue automatically slithered all over the obkect. With the woman 's deal tenderly cupped Clara 's brass, she felt a vortex of butterfly taking flight in her stomach. It felt unearthly yet oddly sensual and intimate.

After a minute or two, the woman pulled the spark 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 maw before ? '' the cleaning lady asked casually as she nudged the device deeper into the slopped hole.

'' N-no ... '' Clara let out a throaty groan. Her pussy began to throb in upheaval and her love succus seeped out of the slightly parted sass. This was n't how it was supposed to be. She should n't finger this aroused.

'' There 's always a commencement clock time. '' the cleaning lady 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 one-half, the thing slipped in like a key to a lock.

'' Oh God ... '' Clara gasped. She felt like she suddenly had a wide-cut bowel and needed to shit. Her inside convulsed and the aim began to slip out of her again.

'' No you do n't. '' The char pressed her palm on the base and pushed the plug back in.

Clara let out a guttural groan. Her centre rolled back as her body shuddered.

'' sustain it in there. '' another mastery. Clara 's anus tightened by itself, locking the device snugly in blank space. `` This is for lying to me. Clara. ``

'' Please. arrest. '' Clara begged.

'' Shhh ... ''

Clara 's mouth clammed shut.

'' I 'm not done yet. '' the woman said. `` This is for wearing those blackguard. ``

Clara heard a hushing phone, following by a uncanny sensation inside her ass.

'' This is for bringing butt. '' another hissing sound coursed through the air and this clock time Clara felt it. The male plug inside her was expanding.

'' Emmmm ... '' Clara whimpered.

'' And this ... '' the char ignored her plea, `` is for bringing drugs. '' another hiss.

Clara yelped. The thing had certain doubled in size of it. Before, she felt like she wanted to need a crap. 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 micturate 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 cunt. '' the woman grinned.

Clara 's cheek flushed. That prospect would receive terrified her but instead, she swallowed like a bitch in heating system. Ignoring her own arousal and the fact that there 's a crashing 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 metre. ``

Humiliated, she trudged out and slammed the threshold behind her. As Clara limped down the hall, she tried hard not to reckon like someone with a ballyhoo in her ass. She slid into the restroom and rushed to one of the many abandon 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 decline the foreign object. As that did n't wrick out well, she went for a more forcible approach. She slipped her digit under the troll flange and tried to pry it out. But her finger simply turned limp, as if her finger had lost the ability to grip.

Confused but not deterred, she tried again. The result was the same. Her fingerbreadth simply refused to take out it out. `` sleep with ! '' Clara exclaimed.

Still not giving up ,. she looked around the carrel for alternative. Her eyes soon landed on the tap by the position of the wall. The cross knob of the tap would certainly assist a skilful leverage point. She carefully negotiated through the narrow down space between the tap and the wall until the face of the Cross was under the flange of the plug. Now, all she had to do was to thrust forward and the crossbreed would do the pull for her.

'' No ... no ... no ... '' she whimpered when she realized her body simply would n't more. `` nooky. '' she exasperated. The command was truly absolute. Her entire eubstance simply refused to look at it out.

Without much of a choice, Clara decided to hold up it. If this was what the fair sex 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 cleaning woman could do, then Clara would survive it. She would never crawl back into her office and beg her to get it off.

Instead, Clara went straight to her class. Every set of center, including the prof 's, immediately turned to her when she walked into the schoolroom. Ignoring their queer glare, she slowly walked until she reached her desk at the terminal row and practically eased onto her rear like an old lady.

'' What 's awry with your face ? '' Amanda, one of her entourage, asked.

'' What 's damage with it ? '' Clara part hitched.

'' It 's red. You 're having a febricity or something ? '' Amanda frowned.

Shit. Clara had n't really thought about it. But now that she did, she could feel the heating off her face.

'' It 's the weather. '' Clara gestured at the sunny break of the day sky.

'' Uh huh. '' Amanda was not convinced but thankfully decided not to press on.

As the class resumed and the professor began explaining on electric current securities industry trends, Clara began to finger the tightness in her gut. She kept her composure and sat really still on the chair. She tried her undecomposed not to think about it, to listen to the speech, to ascertain something, anything at all, to distract herself from the sparking 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 protagonist. Just as any other friends she ever had in her animation. And Clara had no doubt that Amanda would n't be able to keep that a surreptitious too. By noon, every student would fuck she had a hype in her ass and that Clara would never countenance to ever happen.

As one professor went out and the other came in to transmit the succeeding lesson, Clara began to feel the pressure building. And it was n't just her asshole. Somewhere along the assembly line between discomfort and mortification, Clara felt a mild arousal creeping into her. The thought of someone could regain out and the contrasting vacancy of her pussy compared to her prick warped into something lustful that Clara could n't sympathise how. It simply felt so ill-timed 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 imperativeness. But that only made it worse as sombreness tugged against the massive plug, pulling on her tightly constricted anus along with it. That made her pussy throbbed in excitement. So a great deal that she could n't even decoct in stratum. 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 deal 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 come down the ache on her slit. It did not assist one bit.

Hours upon hours, Clara finally could n't hold it on anymore. She did n't require to run the plot anymore. There 's no reason this could be called a justify mean to punish a girl. She was no longer in the mood to retain her composure anymore. She wanted that thing out and then find out a bit to masturbate. period. On the one-third form, Clara walked out grade and trudged back to Ms. Penrose 's office, each stair 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 eyebrow as a knowing smiling curved at her lips.

'' Get this thing out of me. '' Clara snapped. Her spokesperson throaty and angry.

'' stopping point the door Clara. '' the womanhood said nonchalantly and Clara immediately obeyed. It was n't a command. Clara closed it willingly. Even she would n't want the world to see her ass stuffed with a goddamn plug.

'' There. Get it out now. '' Clara limped to the sofa. Her knee were dangerously end to buckle. When she reached the couch, she carefully eased herself onto the cushioned posterior. Her body was visibly trembling and god only knew how many masses she crossed track 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 vertebral column. Every column inch of her skin prickled with fear. She had just walked in to the lion 's den and her fate was already at the charwoman 's clemency. Yet, a function of her did n't desire to admit defeat and remained defiant.

'' I 'm not playing this pudden-head game of yours anymore. Take it out. '' Clara hissed angrily.

'' You think this is just a game ? '' the womanhood chuckled eerily. Then, her eyes glowed in a bright blue. `` Get up. ``

Clara body tensed and then like having a aliveness on its own, her eubstance rose from the couch and stood still.

'' Strip. ``

A moments later, Clara was unadulterated naked, standing poise.

'' diddly-squat down. ``

Her physical structure 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.

'' sales booth up. '' the womanhood ignored her.

And she did.

'' Squat down. ``

'' halt ... '' Clara groaned.

'' Keep quiet and widen your legs. '' the woman snarled.

Clara 's jaw locked in situation and her glower tree branch parted simultaneously. The woman palmed the girl 's exposed pussy before sliding two fingers into her wet slick magazine. Then, a thirdly finger joined in.

'' Is this how you beg, Clara ? Did n't I tell you to address me as mistress ? '' the char sneered as she thrust her fingers strong and rough into Clara 's pussy.

Clara middle rolled back and her body trembled at the rape to her kitty. A hanker trembling groan rocked out from her throat.

'' You ca n't win against me, Clara. pass in. Beg me to take it out. '' the adult female breathed.

'' Fuck you. '' Clara replied when her representative came back. She was cypher 's gripe. She would n't let herself fall so low anymore.

The woman clicked her tongue as she shook her psyche. `` 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 wo n't consecrate in to you, bitch. '' Clara snapped. Every bit of the sense of compliance, feigned or forced, disintegrated. Clara did n't want anything to do with this woman anymore.

'' That wo n't do, Clara. '' The woman shook her head in dashing hopes. `` 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 cheek as the plug moved in and out to the movement of her body.

The adult female stepped away and languidly sauntered to her desk. She then removed her white blouse and grim pencil skirt and folded them neatly on it. From her drawer, she took out a leather underclothing that looked like a G-string. Sultrily, she put them on and tightened the strap to her pelvic arch. There was a gang of kind attached to the movement of the garment she was wearing. From the Saame draftsman, she took out a tight looking dildo that had a bulging studded tip.

Clara watched in horror as the woman locked the dildo to the ringing on the leather garment she wore as Clara continued her squats. It became earn to her that what 's going to happen next. The tomentum on the back of her neck opening rose. She was terrified beyond inclusion. That thing was huge and there 's no way it could fit inside her. When the charwoman came back, Clara had just finished her knee bend and was panting in exhaustion.

'' Sit on the lounge and disseminate your legs. ``

Clara did as ordered, lifting her soles onto the couch and spreading her thighs.

'' You 've gotten pretty wet, have n't you ? '' the woman mocked.

Clara looked at her pussy and was shocked to find her loins 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, do n't we ? '' the adult female said sardonically.

Grabbing the home of the dildo, the woman rubbed the constellate tip along Clara 's wet slick. Clara shuddered at the contact as bantam blunt nubs scrapped the opening of her love hole. As the rubbing intensified, Clara began to feel light headed. She could n't cerebrate straight anymore as her pussycat ached sweetly under the sensual touch of the tip.

'' Do you need me to fuck you ? '' the adult female asked.

'' No. '' Clara whimpered. She wanted her to slam that dildo in alright, but she just would n't say it. Saying it would mean that the charwoman had won.

'' No ? '' the cleaning lady raised her tone, all the spell nudging the tip deeper into her, but never deep enough just to drive Clara insane.

'' No ... '' Clara shuddered.

'' Do n't lie, Clara. differentiate the Sojourner Truth. '' the cleaning woman 's centre glowed.

'' Yes. Please, yes. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. '' Clara heard her own raspy voice.

The char flexed her pelvic girdle and thrust forward. Every terminal loggerheaded in of the mean looking peter slid into Clara 's wet love mess. The girl tensed and wide-eyed and her sassing formed a with child'O'.

'' Do you like that ? ``

'' Yes. '' Clara whimpered, still under the woman 's mind restraint 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 fair sex asked with a grin.

With her controls back, Clara resumed her defiance. `` Get the ass 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 cleaning lady chuckled victoriously and then pushed the midst dildo back into Clara 's wet hole. This meter, she did n't pulled out. She undulated her hip, moving the dildo in and out of Clara 's pussy in a leisurely style. One arduous inch after another, slowly going in and out.

Clara bit her quivering lower lip. It was n't enough. The woman was n'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.

'' enjoin 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 char hastened her drive, the dildo snap into her kitty hard.

'' Harder. ``

Ms. Penrose drove harder and pummeled the dildo into Clara 's pussy repeatedly.

'' Yes. Yes. Yes. '' Clara squealed in delight at every heavy Ezra Pound on her pussy.

Gripping her thighs for supported, the womanhood rocked her hips hard. Her thigh smacked against Clara 's bare ass at every jabbing and threatened to shift the chew inside Clara 's asshole. Clara 's torso, still under the previous command, kept the plug in despite of the knockout pounding happening just half an inch up.

'' Do you want to fall ? '' the woman asked, never slowing down her thrust.

'' Yes. Oh yes. '' Clara hissed.

'' Beg me. ``

'' Please let me come mistress. '' Clara repeated those Word of God as if that 's the merely thing she knew how to say. nix else mattered anymore. Everything she felt was down on her pussy and her asshole. The strong sense wrecked her judgment like a violent tornado. It was screwball. She was unhinged. weirdo for wanting the woman to get laid her crazy.

'' Come, Clara. ``

Like a switch being flipped, Clara convulsed and her centre rolled back. Her back arc 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 pussycat, a stream of love succus sprayed out of Clara 's curtain raising and stained the wood panels below.

After the nerve-wreaking sacking, Clara 's head limp to the side as she gasped for air while her consistency still locked in station by the mind control, legs spread and her cunt 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 adult female 's vocalization soften and trailed her finger's breadth along Clara 's sweaty forehead.

At least not yet. Clara said to herself inwardly. But she 's too trite to think about fighting now. All she wanted to do need 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 haircloth and forced her to reckon into her eyes.

Clara squealed in torture when the woman pushed the dildo back into her pussy. With the idea control still in effect, Clara 's legs remained wide of the mark open for the woman to approach her battered lovemaking hole.

'' Your punishment has just begun. '' the woman hissed and began rocking her hips violently, coaxing Clara 's slit to come again. It did n't take long before Clara reached another explosive climax.

'' Now, let 's see if we can get the one-third one out of you. '' the woman remarked snidely.

Clara shook her head in protest, but without the will of her own to act, her dead body remained the theme of Ms. Penrose 's mercy. And mercy was not something the sadistic adviser showed often.

She pounded the poor young woman for another upright fifteen bit, 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 cunt. So red, so well fucked. '' the woman stared at Clara 's wet snatch. The twat was slightly parted, revealing all the red tenderness deep within. Then, she held up Clara 's head by her fuzz. `` will you fight me again ? ``

'' No. schoolmarm. '' Clara whimpered breathlessly.

Not now, Clara told herself. Now, she would take. She could n't win over the womanhood under such compromising situation. But after she learned more about the woman, she would fight. She would crap certain the woman paid for everything that she had done to her. She promised herself that. And she would n't hold on finding a way to reconcile the score even if she die.

'' Tell me the verity. '' the woman 's middle 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 spark plug now. ``

And just like that, Clara expelled the large fateful plug out of her motherfucker 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 aftermath if you break the rule. ``

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 .