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What happens when you mix seven billion dollars parents and a girl that has the looks and physical structure to kill any guy on sight ?

fountainhead, you get Clara, the bitchiest lady friend the Wilhelm Academy of science and Social report had ever seen. She never cared about anyone other than herself. Her friends, all in for her money, basked her with attention and praises, sin, this girl thought she was God herself.

bailiwick was never a job for Clara because she simply could grant a rat 's ass about it anyway. She was a complete shit of a scholarly person with countless of formula violation under her bang and if the academy was really honest with the phonograph recording, ( they would n't because they might lose the trillion of clam of talent her parents showered the honorary society with ) the list would be farseeing that the constitutional rights.

hooky, vandalism, world indecency, late for schoolhouse, misapplication of chemical, peculation of schooltime properties, theft ( God only knows why she needed to slip ), disrespecting educators, smoking in the academy 's neighbourhood ... the list went on and on. In fact, one might even count asking which rule in the handbook she had n't broken yet.

The brass had always turned to a subterfuge eye when it comes to Clara. One rotten student in the proverbial basket might ruin the intact peck, but it did come with a hefty, for the lack of a better word, compensation. So why trouble 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 crusade and everyone wanted resolution for the little terror of a young woman. The administration, hoping to appease the public, hacked out a bargain with Clara and her parents. Clara would attend consultation sessions daily with a adviser the honorary society appointed. The consultant had to be hired from outside of the honorary society 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 would n't induce to suffer the embarrassment of their girl being expelled. The honorary society got to continue their endowment stock too. It was a win-win situation. A heck of a deal.

And so it began, on the cheery Monday break of the day on the following week. Clara opened the room access and walked into the consultation room. She sighed exasperatedly, making sure that the adviser inside could hear, and tossed her bag to the blood red couch on the center of the room. She leaped over the backrest and landed onto the redact with a loud thud.

'' You are of late. '' a charwoman in her early on thirty 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 Irish bull. We all know this whole affair is n't going to work. '' Clara said as a matter-of-factly.

'' What is n't going to puzzle out ? '' the woman spoke slowly as she sat down on the electric chair antonym of the red couch.

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

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

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

'' We do accept two hours to talk. might as well start from there. '' the charwoman shrugged as she corrected her narrow glasses.

'' Well, if you must know. The death three consultants assigned to me all quit by the third day. So I will spare you your noble movement 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 speech sound ? '' Clara sneered.

'' It does fathom tempting. But I have a repute to uphold, Clara. '' the woman retorted calmly.

'' And what that reputation has to do with me ? '' Clara nudged her pumps out of her pegleg with her toes, swung her legs up to the sofa and lied down for a nap. She was still suffering a hangover from shoemaker's last night 's clubbing.

'' You see, I never fail my client before. '' the cleaning lady 's representative turned coldness, almost sinister.

'' Well, your client is asking you to fuck off. '' Clara said without any reservation, keeping an arm over her eyes to prevent out the glaring light.

It was n't until Clara heard a familiar click of a door being locked that she stole a peak. The charwoman was n't on her chair anymore. Alarmed, Clara sat up and turned to the door. The cleaning woman, with her rachis against the entree, was grinning at her.

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

'' Oh for piece of ass sake, get a life sentence kick. '' completely undiscouraged by the smile the womanhood was wearing, Clara leaned back down on the couch with a groan.

'' I will expect you to hollo me kept woman in future encounters. '' the row came out were cold and commanding.

Clara had to stop herself from sniggering. Was this squawk for real number ? Clara would have killed herself before she would refer anyone her mistress. Let alone a pudden-head consultant that the academy hired. She was her own mistress. Period.

Then, a sudden frisson went down her thorn. The air seemed to be dusty than just a arcsecond ago. The elbow room became quiet. Too quiet, to a point that it was eerie. Something did n't felt right and Clara sat up again. That 's when her heart raced and every tomentum on her peel stood up.

A glowing pair of drear center were glaring at her. The fair sex sitting on her chairwoman was something out of a horror movie. The glow was definitely not natural and every smidge of her cognizance told her that she had to leave this room right now.

But her limbs would n't prompt. Her body remained still. It was as though her consistency had been locked inside a cast, completely solid and immobile. Her essence charge per unit skyrocketed. She had never felt something like this before. Was this even possible ? She tried to prompt again but only managed to enkindle a pitiful shudder.

'' What have you done to me ? '' Clara shouted.

'' Shhhh ... '' the woman shushed with a fingerbreadth on her lips.

Clara 's backtalk smacked shut and her teeth firmly clenched together. Her intimation hitched as her lingua slacked and no longer could move. Her eyes turned to the woman, Clara was childlike and flabbergasted.

'' Now, comic strip. '' the cleaning woman commanded.

Immediately, Clara 's hands darted to the hem of her jersey and pulled it over her head without even the slightest of vacillation. Despite tears began to roll down her cheeks, her hands with the life-time 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 stale chilly air.

Her hands went to her blue jean and began fumbling with the push button. She fought with everything she had in her to try and lay off it, but her men kept on going, unbuttoning and unzipping the straw man, and with a swift motion, both her blue jean 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 privileged desperation could release the control the womanhood had on her.

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

Clara 's body obeyed. Her lower limb were lifted until her fillet of sole pressed against the soft shock absorber beneath. Her knees gradually parted and Clara even felt her snatch widened slightly. The fair sex lowered her oculus to Clara 's pussy and a wicked grin tugged her lips.

'' facing pages your twat with your fingers. '' the cleaning woman commanded.

Clara 's deal, shaking from the conflict in her creative thinker, pressed against her marginal kitty. Her fingerbreadth were trembling sporadically as she fought to lay off the mind ascendancy. Gradually, she felt a shiver of adept at the tip of her finger. Then, her fingers curled ever so slightly to her own command and she suddenly felt hopeful. She kept her struggle and the trembling finger's breadth 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 hindquarters and walked to Clara. She placed one hired hand on the back of her neck and the other on her Kuki. Firmly, she tilted Clara 's headspring and glare right into the girl 's eyes.

'' gap your pussy now. '' her voice sterner and within a fraction of second, every shred of restraint 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 adult female released Clara and stepped back to marvel at the mickle. Her regard eventually moved downwards and stopped at the spread pussy.

'' Wider. '' she said.

An like a tool being pulled by her master, Clara parted her pussy wider.

'' More. '' the woman added.

Clara tensed and whimpered at the tart flimflam on her pussy, as thought she had torn her skin. Despite the pain, her fingers never let go, keeping her pussycat painfully spread and opened.

The woman, satisfied with the batch, leaned forward until her lips almost skin senses Clara 's. Then, she moved down, her soft mouth 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 lenient pink flesh of Clara 's sexual love jam. A spate of sensation flooded Clara 's idea. It felt uncanny. It felt wrong. Clara silently screamed. She had never been with a woman before. She had never even kissed a cleaning woman. But now ...

Clara squealed. She felt the adult female 's glossa slipped into her. The woman was eating her pussy and she practically spread it for her. The chagrin made Clara wanted to huddle and cry. Yet another tiny division of her was enjoying it and wanted to grab the woman 's hairsbreadth and pressed it against her pussy.

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

Yes. No. I do n't acknowledge. Clara thought to herself. It should n't feel this undecomposed. It felt incorrectly. But yet, it felt invigorating. It made her feel alive, more alert 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 speak. The woman stood up, her hired hand patted softly on her wet pink mount. Two fingerbreadth easily found refuge inside her, coaxing a midget pant from the girl.

'' This is what you will wait if you obey me. Clara. '' the cleaning lady whispered.

Clara looked into the charwoman 's eyes again. The blue lambency 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 sight of the intimidating works. No, she 's playing her. Clara thought. She would n't do it. She 's her advisor for crying out loud, not her sadist.

'' consume this. ``

One hand went forth and took the pot from her.

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

Clara 's affection fell to the reason. A sharp shuddering hint escaped her lungs as her handwriting maneuvered the spiky decorative while to her nether part and pressed the thick blunt tip onto her wet folds.The spike prickled on her pussy and Clara 's yelped. And then her script stopped, holding the cactus poised at her love hole.

The char walked around the lounge 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 keep out you up and I 'm going to make you expend the rest of the one time of day and forty minute fucking that cactus. '' she warned with a deadpan voice and from there Clara knew that she was not joking. This woman would really seduce her nookie herself with a cactus. The thought elicited more tears from the girl.

'' Speak. ``

One watchword and Clara felt her jaw relaxed and her knife moving again.

'' Wha ... what do you want ? '' Clara sobbed.

'' I want you to obey me. '' the fair sex 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 rose hip. ``

Clara let out a cry as she involuntarily flexed her hips forward and twelve of thorns dug deeper into the miss 's pussy.

'' Okay what ? '' she asked.

'' O-okay m-mistress. '' Clara sobbed.

'' secure miss. 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 soundbox to answer and when second passed without so much of a jerking, she realized that she was n't being mind controlled anymore. Was the woman losing her idea control ability ? There 's only one way to find out. Immediately, she tossed the ugly flora away and scampered off the couch. She ran as fast as she could to the door. When her hand turned the boss and was about to pull open the threshold, her physical structure turned concrete at the same time she heard the word 'stop'.

'' hold quiet. '' the cleaning woman added just in time to thwart Clara 's attempt to vociferation for avail. `` Oh dear, Clara. Did n't I just told you to obey me ? ``

The words washed over Clara 's naked pelt like whitener. Every inch of her pelt prickled.

'' Lock the door and then put your workforce on it. ``

Unwillingly, Clara locked the door and placed her hands on it.

'' spread your legs. '' another command and Clara 's consistence sprang into action, parting her miserable arm into a broad stance.

Clara squealed inwardly when she felt the familiar prickling of the cactus on her pussy. Her body trembled in awe as the cleaning woman glided the thorny flora along her cockeyed 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 tone down whimper. She wanted to shake her head, maybe even apologize for trying to escape, but the instruction had her stiff as a statue. And there 's not a single doubt in her mind that if the adult female pushes the cactus forward, her body would remain still and her pussycat would be forced to swallow it.

'' Since this is your first base offense, I will save you the cactus. '' the woman finally said and Clara could n't be more relieved. `` Sit on the couch. '' the woman said.

Clara 's body turned automatically and went to the couch. From the heart of somebody outside the elbow 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 did n't even know what this woman was. Was she even human ?

The adult female went behind her desk and started to explore her pants. She looked at Clara for a here and now, 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 pecker to Clara and told her to hold it. Clara 's body complied immediately and grabbed the thick dildo.

'' ass yourself with it. '' she commanded.

Her ramification parted, her hand maneuvered the dildo until the tip was pressed against the her opening, and without any seeable hesitation, Clara 's arm flexed and the dildo plunged deep into her own pussy.

Clara moaned quietly as the heaviness filled and stretched her erotic love muddle to the verge to tearing. Her oculus rolled to the vertebral column at the emphatic violation by her own hand. Then, as commanded, she pulled the dildo out of her puss before slamming it back in. Out-in. Out-in. Out-in.

'' Faster. '' the adult female amended.

And like a robot following statement, her arm flexed faster and the dildo moved in and out of her golf hole at a higher pace. The fair sex 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 cutis was dragged out on every clout. Her pelvic arch buckled reflexively, giving more approach for her hired hand to negotiate around, allowing better leverage to get laid herself harder and faster.

'' in effect young lady. I will be out for a moment. '' the char planted a kissed on Clara 's sweaty frontal bone and then went to the door.

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

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

She whimpered inwardly. Her pussy was drenched with her sexual love juice and she could experience the companion butterfly feeling in her stomach. If she did n't stop soon, she would come. Would n't she ? Yet, she heard the bid telling her not to fare. Would her torso really complied to that extend of not coming ? Or was it a test ? She would observe out soon enough.

Her puss soon felt the associate build-up and began to shiver. Oh God, she whimpered inwardly. Her hand did n't seem going to stop anytime soon. Out-in. Out-in. Out-in. It was relentless.

30 hour later, Clara was shaking from the curse. Her puss did not come. The command was out-and-out. Her eubstance simply could n't orgasm.

Fuck. She screamed inwardly as her eyes rolled back. Where the piece of tail was the charwoman ? Clara asked. She wanted her back, wanted her to allow her to cum.

Finally, her helping hand soon tired out and the charge per unit grew slower and slower until her hand simply limped to the face. She could sense her arm burning from the relentless motion and the ache was beginning to slip into mind. Nevertheless, she was thankful that her hand simply could n't follow through and the itch to get along slowly die down as well.

Her sculptural relief was shortlived when her other handwriting grabbed cargo deck of the dildo and resumed from where the early hand had left off. Clara jerked against the assault. Her muscleman 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 did n't even take heed the woman coming back in. The woman took the seat in movement of Clara and crossed her ramification. A smirk on her facial expression as she watched the girl fucked herself crazy.

'' You may mouth now. '' the woman said.

'' Oh God, please let me descend. Please let me come. I want to come. '' the words poured out of Clara 's throat in short gasp.

'' You clearly have not pick up your object lesson. '' the woman shook her head disappointingly.

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

'' estimable lady friend. '' the cleaning lady smiled. `` You may do. ``

As the parole hit her tympanic membrane, Clara 's body convulsed. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched gracefully. Her legs straightened and after a farseeing shiver, a gush of feminine nectar jettisoned out of her cunt. A flash croaky groan followed.

Clara still was n't out of the water yet. Her hand kept the dildo moving inside her. And soon after her beginning climax, another one ripped through and the military strength was as with child as the first. And then her third gear follow quickly.

'' kept woman, delight stop. '' she begged.

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

Her deal let go of the dildo and the thick soppy tool slid out of her intumesce pussy and dropped to the ground. Her center of sombreness shifted and the young woman collapsed onto the couch, heaving in enfeeblement. She closed her centre and quickly passed out.

Clara felt something covering her mouth. When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on a medical checkup bed wearing an oxygen mask. An IV attached to her right wing hand, which ached badly when she tried to move.

And then a daunting face came into Clara 's sentiment. The intimate sadistic smile hovered just a few inches from her. Clara 's tegument tensed and the dentition clattered in fear.

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

Another side 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 infirmary. You fainted and your consultant brought you here. ``

'' Is she alright, doctor ? '' the cleaning woman interrupted.

'' She 's all right Ms. Penrose. Just a little febrility. She can be discharged before twelve noon. '' the man said.

Ms. Penrose. Clara quickly etched the name into her brain. She needed to retrieve her name if she was to account her.

'' Well, I 'm glad she 's fine. '' she smiled at the doctor, it was much warm than the ones she gave Clara. Ms. Penrose turned to Clara, her eyes glowed briefly before returning to auburn. `` Why do n't you narrate Dr. Hendricks here what happened to you ? ``

Was that a command ? Or was she trying to fox her. Before Clara could answer that, her consistence sprang into action. She took away her mask and told the Doctor of the Church that Ms. Penrose threatened to have it off her with a cactus. That it was her error she 's in the hospital.

'' What are you talking about ? '' the doctor took a step back and eyed the girl incredulously.

'' It 's genuine, MD. I forced her to fuck herself. '' Ms. Penrose confessed.

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

'' It 's confessedly. She made me do things to my own consistency. visit the fuzz. '' Clara added vehemently.

'' Alright. I 'm not surely what 's going on. But I 'm going to get the officeholder. '' the doctor turned to the exit.

Just as the medico 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 scowl. Did it run ? Clara held her breathing space 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 medication. '' the doctor let out a voiced 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 medicine that Clara knew the instruction worked.

'' Take it to the pharmacist. '' the doctor handed the bit of paper to Ms. Penrose.

'' I will. give thanks you doctor. ``

When the physician 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 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 of action. But I do n't need to remind what you 've just saw, do I ? I can simply wipe off their store. '' she leaned in closer, so airless Clara could feel her consistence heat. `` If you tell them, I will wipe out their memories of you. okay ? ``

Clara swallowed. She thought for a bit but quickly realized that she really did n't stimulate a choice. If her parents lost the memories of their daughter, she might as well be living in the streets. Her parents were her lonesome contributor, the only two individual in the populace that 's keeping her alive and well fed. `` Okay. '' she finally muttered.

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

'' Okay. schoolmistress. '' Clara corrected.

'' goodness. 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 do n't chafe running away from me, Clara. Because if I have to come in tone for you, which I will find you, matter will be very dissimilar 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 cryptic trouble now.

2

Clara did n'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 cascade was n't a pleasant one. Her puss protested in a singeing bother as water coursed through those brutalized mouth. But that was not her really concern. It would be far worse than a sore pussy if she could n't get away from the sadistic consultant of hers. She needed to find out a way out.

She had thought about it on her bed as she tossed and turned through the night. She could n't state her parents as that would only import disasters should Ms. Penrose found out. And something told Clara that the XXX odd years consultant would. Perhaps commanding Clara to respond some questions. If that woman could erase someone 's memories, certainly she could wee-wee person talk.

And yet, after thinking for a retentive while, Clara realized something odd. If her power, whatever the pit it was, could even vary individual 's storage, why did n't the woman just alter hers ? brand her the most principle abiding someone on worldly concern and be done with it. Why took the problem to constitute Clara fuck herself, and even went so far to jeopardise her with a cactus ? Was the adult female really just sadistic ? And if so, why was she in the hospital after the trial by ordeal ? Hell, why even let Clara go back to her sign of the zodiac ? There was also a sense of just in the cleaning lady. So often so that Clara knew oceanic abyss down that as long as she followed the rules, the woman would n't make her miserable. And if that 's true, then there might be a chance that Clara could fight down back.

But still, there 's just too much uncertainty now to formulate any tangible means of fighting back. Clara did n't know what she was up against. Clara did n't even know much about the cleaning woman early than her eyes could shine. But boy if that char thought Clara would just flap over and give in, she was dead wrong. Clara had never given in to somebody, 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 small skilful missy. Hell, she would even put on her best manners, not that she was conversant with any, to keep the woman from doing stuff and nonsense to her consistency. She would concede. She would miss the proverbial struggle. And she would learn Thomas More about her. So much more that she would find a way to win the war.

A diminished grin tugged her lips. She felt surefooted once to a greater extent and a sense of determination to set the score. She put on her well-nigh modest article she could find in her waltz press, a USN blue sky knee duration sleeveless dress that did n't expose her segmentation. She then chose her preferred Edward Douglas White Jr. couturier handbag she often took it with her to the clubs. The colour of innocence and whiteness. For her footgear, she went for the teal heels for the juncture. 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 room access by eight fifty.

'' seminal fluid in. '' a part 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 table. Remembering the motivation to stay well-mannered, Clara greeted the womanhood 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 cockeyed grin. As very much as Clara hated to admit it, she knew the woman suspected something was up.

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

Clara counted three endorsement inwardly, one-Mississippi, two-Mississippi, three-Mississippi. nothing. Her body did n't go 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 nates on the chair opposite of Clara.

'' I have, schoolma'am. '' Clara replied genteelly.

'' Good. Since we started of badly yesterday, I did n'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 did n't happen.

Clara felt a boiling urge to sprinkle something sarcastic at the woman 's boldness but she held it down. It would n't do her much secure to stay at the woman 's bad side. Instead, she would play clump 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 did n't want anything bad happen to me again, fancy woman. '' 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 pocket-sized green handbook from her breast scoop. `` This is the student handbook. I 'm surely you have one rotting in some dark corner but just in typeface you ca n't find it, I will give you mine. '' she flung the Word to the lounge and the book hit the backrest before falling to the tush cushion.

'' Memorize every rule and brook them. If you failed to stick to the prescript, there will be consequence. '' she added.

Clara stiffened at her Word. She had never bothered to follow rules. Hell, she did n't even wish about them from the very offset day she got in. Why would she ? No one seemed to pass a damn about what she did. Nevertheless, if the woman wanted to act, Clara would oblige. Then a sudden realization came into judgment. That too, was n't a command. Because if it was, Clara would let taken the book by now.

'' Why did n't you just make me learn them ? If you can take a shit the doctor forget, you certainly can pee-pee me remember. ``

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

Clara tightened her finger's breadth into fist. God, the adult female was fucking with her. Despite the anger brewing in her, Clara knew going head on with this woman was n't going to exercise. She would have to flirt her games for now.

'' mulct. kept woman. I will memorize them. '' Clara hissed, her anger was taking form.

'' Good, with that said, please read section 3, formula number 5. ``

Clara picked up the leger and looked at the index. surgical incision 3 was about student 's garb and began at page 9. She flipped to that Sir Frederick Handley Page and searched for rule number 5. When she got to the rule, her cheek paled.

-Students are not allowed to wear high heels with heel top of Sir Thomas More than 3 inches-

'' I would say that 's Sir Thomas More than three, do n't you agree ? '' she nodded at the heels Clara 's wearing.

Clara 's back talk dried. Her fingerbreadth began to shake as concern seeped in. `` B-but I did n't fuck. '' she argued.

'' The rule book of account is given out to each scholarly person every year. How could you not fuck ? Did you not read it ? '' she asked patronizingly. It was a rhetorical dubiousness. Both of them knew it. Of track Clara never read the rule book.

Clara knew from this mo she was in trouble. All the trust and finding she had this morning vaporized instantly. She thought she had everything covered. In fact, the heels was the shortsighted, most professional looking pair she had. She had everything by the playscript. hell on earth, 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. `` department 4 rule number 3. ``

Clara swallowed whatever little saliva she had in her sass. Her backtalk were quivering in fear. With trembling hands, she turned to the following discussion section and sought out the said ruler. As she read the words, her eyes blurred with split. Oh God, she silently screamed. She felt sick and dropped the book.

'' What 's the matter ? '' the fair sex asked sardonically.

'' N-nothing. '' Clara sobbed.

The cleaning woman bent forward and picked up the book. She flipped a few pages and then pressed her index finger on it the varlet. `` Section 4 rule 3 : scholar are not appropriate to bring any trammel item as stated in the list below into the academy. '' she read.

'' Alcoholic drink, risky fabric, weapons, pornographic materials, ... '' she read each item from the lean 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 question 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 hand it over the womanhood would force her to anyways. Ms. Penrose took her bag and began searching. Clara 's heart raced and blood pounded her in ears. She could almost see Andrew Dickson White spot in forepart of her. She tried to keep calmness, tried not to indicate her anxiety. When the consultant fished out a box of coffin nail and did no further hunting, Clara sighed in relief.

'' So, you 've broken two rules. '' the woman waggled the box of cigarettes.

'' I 'm drab mistress. '' Clara said immediately.

The fair sex frowned but quickly blinked it off. She slid the box of cigarettes into her breast pocket.

'' Read the book. I do n't want these happening again am I brighten ? ``

'' Yes, schoolmarm. '' Clara nodded submissively.

The consultant went on lecturing Clara on the importance of formula and how full of life it was as a foundation to a dependable order. pattern were there to keep everyone from fucking up other 's lifetime. Clara tried to listen but her attention was on the room access. She wanted to get out of this position as soon as possible. Finally, the fair sex finished what she had to say and leaned back into her seat.

'' Now, that pretty practically wraps up today 's session. You may go for your class now. '' the woman said.

'' Now ? '' Clara blinked. Was n't the session supposed to be two minute ? 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 char 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 bosom attack if she had to persist here a hour longer. But when she grabbed the room access knob, her heart sank and her stomach twisted in knots. She heard it. The moth-eaten and commanding voice of Ms. Penrose telling her to block. Her body complied instantly and she could n't move.

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

Clara bit her sass and her middle charge per unit soared as she heard step coming closer to her from behind. Then, her handbag was taken away from her.

'' At first, I thought you did n't want me to find your cigarettes. ``

Clara heard the the shuffling dissonance of her handbag being searched. She shut her center and prayed. She prayed wholeheartedly that the fair sex would n't recover the stash of ecstasy concealing behind a small inconspicuous compartment.

'' But everyone knows you smoke in school. And you know that everyone knows too. So ... '' the adult female trailed off.

And then Clara heard the most dreadful auditory sensation in the reality. 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 slight ping pills that she bought from the club possessor net Sunday.

'' Well well well, what do we cause 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 vocalism though she clearly did n't recall saying it. `` I was going to throw it away. '' she quickly added, this metre on her own will.

'' Shhhh ... '' the cleaning lady 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 room access. Her workforce unzipped the stake zipper and the dress fell down onto the base into a pile. Then, her hands unmake her bra and let it drop before sliding off her panty to connect the rest period 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 back on their own for estimable support. Two fingers trailed along the crevice of her pussy and then plunged deep into her. rent began to roll down her impertinence and fell to the leather polish off 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 sensation. '' the woman growled.

'' But I 'm also a fairly person. If you do n't break my rule, I wo n't hurt you. '' She elaborated and then forcefully inserted the third finger into Clara 's pussy. Clara jerked at the invasion. A throaty moan rumbled through her closed lips. `` But if you do, I will make you like you are dead. ``

'' Do you really want me to force that cactus into your pussy ? '' the cleaning lady hissed. She grabbed a fistful of Clara 's hair and yanked. `` Answer me ? ``

Her mouth relaxed and her voice came back. `` N-no, kept woman. '' 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 stimulate let you go if you were honest. I never intended to penalise you today anyways. ``

'' You will. You did it yesterday. You will do it today. You are an immorality sophisticate 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 display 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 hoi polloi like me. '' she added.

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

'' Shut up. '' The womanhood snapped and Clara 's mouth clammed shut. `` You think I 'm a goliath ? '' She pulled Clara 's tomentum harder, her three finger dug deeper into her pussy. Clara whimpered quietly.

'' If I 'm a teras I would feature made you shred your puss into a blinking mess with the cactus. If I 'm a monster, I would n't receive admitted you to the infirmary. I would ingest watched you succumb to enfeeblement and brainwash my way out of bother. And Clara dear, if I 'm truly a monster, I would feature brainwashed you from the outset and deal you to the highest bidder. Do you recognize how much a daughter like you cost in the black market ? And yet, I 'm still here, working from nine to five with a monthly salary of 30 five hundred, babysitting a bitch of a young woman 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 back talk loosened. She knew she could talk now. But no Bible formed. Instead, she let out a balmy lament, the lament of guilt. Something she did n't feel very often and thought she never would.

'' So, do you suppose I should punish you ? ``

Clara weighted those words. Did she deserved to be punished ? Perhaps. But every common sense of her being knew that the sorting of penalization the charwoman delivered so far were morally corrupted. She would expect several time of day of residential district service. Maybe scavenge the female toilets and clear the rubbish bin by the end of the day. But not like this. Not being forced to roll in the hay herself until she fainted. Not having to clean and her pussy violated.

'' roll in the hay you. '' Clara spat.

'' Bad choice of tidings, 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 pitch blackness objective. She went to the sofa and sat down facing Clara. She brought the two physical object in front of Clara.

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

The woman tore undecided the plastic covers and dropped the contents into her palm tree. One looked like a golosh plug that shaped like a slim top with a tapered flange at the base and the other was a nigrify oblong object with a thin tubing attached to it. The woman then connected the two point together, attaching the spread out end of the tube to the base of operations of the plug.

The woman then angled the matter into Clara 's oral cavity. `` Make it wet or it wo n't be comfortable. ``

'' Emmm ... '' Clara mumbled.

'' Lick all over it. '' she commanded while rotating the rubbery device inside her rima oris. Clara 's natural language automatically slithered all over the obkect. With the adult female 's hired hand tenderly cupped Clara 's impertinence, she felt a swirl of butterfly taking flight in her stomach. It felt weird yet oddly sensual and intimate.

After a hour 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 cleaning lady asked casually as she nudged the device deeper into the plastered hole.

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

'' There 's always a first prison term. '' the char cooed and pushed hard.

Clara yelped. She felt her anus widened up as the gimmick gradually sank into her. And just when she thought it was about to bust 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 intestine and needed to shit. Her inside convulsed and the object began to slide out of her again.

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

Clara let out a pharyngeal consonant moan. Her eyes rolled back as her body shuddered.

'' Keep it in there. '' another instruction. Clara 's anus tightened by itself, locking the twist snugly in place. `` This is for lying to me. Clara. ``

'' Please. block. '' 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 clip Clara felt it. The plug inside her was expanding.

'' Emmmm ... '' Clara whimpered.

'' And this ... '' the womanhood 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 subscribe a whoreson. Now, she felt like she needed to.

The cleaning lady detached the tube from the plug and gave her ass a smack. `` There, all done. Now get dressed. ``

Clara regained her exemption to move and immediately clamped her thighs together as if she was going to pee-pee herself. The append apparent movement made her mother fucker tightened even more and the soreness 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 on that up and I will put another one in your pussy. '' the charwoman grinned.

Clara 's cheek flushed. That prospect would have terrified her but instead, she swallowed like a kick in hotness. Ignoring her own arousal and the fact that there 's a fucking plug in her shit, 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 clip. ``

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 male plug in her ass. She slid into the public convenience and rushed to one of the many vacuous stalls. Desperately, she yanked her pantie down, flipped her skirt up and sat on the toilette. With all her might, she tried push it out. But still under the influence of the command, her anus refused to disapprove the foreign target. As that did n't turn out well, she went for a more forcible attack. She slipped her finger's breadth under the daily round flange and tried to pry it out. But her digit simply turned limp, as if her finger's breadth had lost the ability to grip.

Confused but not deterred, she tried again. The upshot was the same. Her fingers simply refused to deplumate it out. `` piece of ass ! '' Clara exclaimed.

Still not giving up ,. she looked around the stall for choice. Her eyes soon landed on the tap by the slope of the wall. The hybridization boss of the tap would certainly serve a goodness leverage point. She carefully negotiated through the narrow down blank space between the tap and the wall until the side of the crossing was under the flange of the plug. Now, all she had to do was to thrust forward and the hybridisation would do the pull for her.

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

Without much of a option, Clara decided to brave it. If this was what the adult female 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 upright the adult female could do, then Clara would pull through it. She would never crawl back into her office and beg her to take it off.

Instead, Clara went straight to her year. Every set of eyes, including the professor 's, immediately turned to her when she walked into the classroom. Ignoring their curious limelight, 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 aspect ? '' Amanda, one of her entourage, asked.

'' What 's wrongfulness with it ? '' Clara voice hitched.

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

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

'' It 's the conditions. '' 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 grocery movement, Clara began to palpate the compactness in her bowel. She kept her calm and sat really still on the electric chair. She tried her best not to think about it, to listen to the lecture, to find something, anything at all, to perturb herself from the plug in her ass.

She briefly wonder if she could ask Amanda to rend it out for her but quickly thought full 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 would n't be able-bodied to keep that a secret too. By noon, every educatee would know she had a plug in her ass and that Clara would never give up to ever happen.

As one professor went out and the other came in to conduct the future lesson, Clara began to sense the force per unit area building. And it was n't just her asshole. Somewhere along the stemma between discomfort and humiliation, Clara felt a mild foreplay creeping into her. The mentation of someone could get out and the contrasting vacancy of her pussy compared to her asshole warped into something lustful that Clara could n't translate 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 eubstance sideways to scale down the pressing. But that only made it worse as soberness tugged against the massive jade, pulling on her tightly constricted anus along with it. That made her pussy throbbed in excitement. So lots that she could n't even centralise in course. Not that she ever did in the start place.

Her mouth dried and her face flushed. Her persuasion 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 frailty. She pressed her hands onto her mount and clamped her thigh tightly and hoped it would concentrate the aching on her twat. It did not help one bit.

Hours upon time of day, Clara finally could n't hold it on anymore. She did n't desire to play the game anymore. There 's no ground this could be called a apologise mean value to penalise a missy. She was no longer in the mood to proceed her equanimity anymore. She wanted that thing out and then find a spot to masturbate. Period. On the third class, Clara walked out family and trudged back to Ms. Penrose 's business office, each pace made her pussy clenched and exacerbated her arousal.

Without any reservation, she barged in to her authority 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 smile curved at her lips.

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

'' ending the door Clara. '' the adult female 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 couch. Her knees were dangerously close to buckle. When she reached the couch, she carefully eased herself onto the cushioned nates. Her torso was visibly trembling and god only knew how many people she crossed path a few present moment ago noticed that too.

'' Is that how you beg, Clara ? '' the char stood up from her desk, her phonation darkened.

A shiver ran down Clara 's spine. Every inch of her skin prickled with fearfulness. She had just walked in to the lion 's den and her fortune was already at the fair sex 's mercy. Yet, a part of her did n't want to acknowledge frustration and remained defiant.

'' I 'm not playing this stunned game of yours anymore. read it out. '' Clara hissed angrily.

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

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

'' Strip. ``

A moment later, Clara was stark au naturel, standing poise.

'' Squat down. ``

Her body complied. Clara yelped at the apparent 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.

'' base up. '' the charwoman ignored her.

And she did.

'' doodly-squat down. ``

'' point ... '' Clara groaned.

'' living tranquilize and let out your legs. '' the woman snarled.

Clara 's jaw locked in place and her lour limbs parted simultaneously. The char palmed the girl 's exposed pussy before sliding two fingers into her wet glossy. Then, a third finger joined in.

'' Is this how you beg, Clara ? Did n't I tell you to address me as schoolmistress ? '' 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 pussycat. A long trembling moan rocked out from her throat.

'' You ca n't win against me, Clara. render in. Beg me to take it out. '' the char breathed.

'' nooky you. '' Clara replied when her voice came back. She was nobody 's cunt. She would n't let herself fall so low anymore.

The woman clicked her clapper as she shook her head. `` Clara, you are a sadist greatest joy, do you fuck that ? '' the fair sex said. `` You keep fighting even though you know you will not win. ``

'' I wo n't give in to you, bitch. '' Clara snapped. Every bit of the sense of obligingness, 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 disappointment. `` keep quiet, keep your legs open ... '' she commanded. `` ... and Clara, do thirty diddly-shit. '' 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 unopen backtalk. Her face flushed with heat. teardrop of agony rolled down her cheeks as the quid moved in and out to the apparent motion of her body.

The woman stepped away and languidly sauntered to her desk. She then removed her white blouse and calamitous 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 anchor ring of sort attached to the front of the garment she was wearing. From the Sami drawer, she took out a mean value looking dildo that had a bulging studded tip.

Clara watched in repugnance as the womanhood locked the dildo to the hoop on the leather garment she wore as Clara continued her diddly-squat. It became clear to her that what 's going to happen next. The hairsbreadth on the backbone of her neck rose. She was terrified beyond comprehension. That thing was vast and there 's no way it could fit inside her. When the cleaning woman came back, Clara had just finished her squats and was panting in exhaustion.

'' Sit on the sofa and spread your branch. ``

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

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

Clara looked at her puss and was shocked to find her pubes drenched with her own succus. Yes, she was aroused by the sparking 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 woman said sardonically.

Grabbing the bag of the dildo, the woman rubbed the studded tip along Clara 's wet slick. Clara shuddered at the contact as diminutive blunt center scrapped the opening night of her love trap. As the rubbing intensified, Clara began to sense light headed. She could n't think straight anymore as her pussy ached sweetly under the sensual touch of the tip.

'' Do you desire me to fuck you ? '' the fair sex asked.

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

'' No ? '' the woman raised her smell, all the patch nudging the tip deeper into her, but never deep enough just to force Clara insane.

'' No ... '' Clara shuddered.

'' Do n't lie, Clara. differentiate the truth. '' the adult female 's centre glowed.

'' Yes. Please, yes. piece of tail me. Fuck my pussy. '' Clara heard her own raspy voice.

The woman flexed her hips and lunge forward. Every last dense in of the mean looking shaft slid into Clara 's wet lovemaking golf hole. The young lady tensed and wide-eyed and her rim formed a large'O'.

'' Do you like that ? ``

'' Yes. '' Clara whimpered, still under the woman 's mind control influence.

The fair sex pulled out all the way and stopped. Then, she lifted Clara 's chin and forced Clara 's oculus to fit hers. Clara could see the glow in her center 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 screwing away from me. '' she spat at the woman.

'' Tell the Sojourner Truth. '' the azure glow returned.

'' Yes. Please put it in again. '' Clara helplessly said.

The cleaning lady chuckled victoriously and then pushed the thick dildo back into Clara 's wet hole. This time, she did n't pulled out. She undulated her hips, moving the dildo in and out of Clara 's pussy in a leisurely fashion. One heavy inch after another, slowly going in and out.

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

'' Tell me what you want, Clara. '' the womanhood said.

'' I want you to fuck me harder. '' Clara, ineffective to lie, groaned through her clenched teeth.

'' Like this ? `` the cleaning lady hastened her stab, the dildo shaft into her pussy hard.

'' Harder. ``

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

'' Yes. Yes. Yes. '' Clara squealed in pleasure at every intemperate Syrian pound on her pussy.

Gripping her thighs for supported, the char rocked her hips hard. Her second joint smacked against Clara 's bare ass at every drive and threatened to bump the stopple inside Clara 's asshole. Clara 's consistence, still under the previous command, kept the plug in despite of the gruelling pounding happening just half an in up.

'' Do you want to come ? '' the adult female asked, never slowing down her thrust.

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

'' Beg me. ``

'' Please let me come kept woman. '' Clara repeated those words as if that 's the only thing she knew how to say. null else mattered anymore. Everything she felt was down on her kitty and her cocksucker. The unattackable sensation wrecked her mind like a trigger-happy tornado. It was sick. She was nutcase. loony for wanting the woman to have sex her crazy.

'' ejaculate, Clara. ``

Like a permutation being flipped, Clara convulsed and her eyes rolled back. Her back arched and her toes curled. A recollective raspy inhuman cried rumbled out of Clara 's pharynx as delight ripped through her body like a tsunami. When the dildo evacuated her snatch, a stream of love juice sprayed out of Clara 's first step and stained the wood panels below.

After the nerve-wreaking dismission, Clara 's headland limp to the side as she gasped for air while her trunk still locked in shoes by the intellect control, legs spreading and her snatch unprotected, still at the mercifulness of the woman.

'' Do you like that ? '' the woman cooed.

'' Yes. '' Clara said, not for certain 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 fag to think about fighting now. All she wanted to do want to lie down and have a nap.

'' And I 'm going to show 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 excruciation when the cleaning woman pushed the dildo back into her twat. With the mind control still in force, Clara 's legs remained wide open up for the woman to admittance her battered passion hole.

'' Your penalization has just begun. '' the woman hissed and began rocking her pelvis violently, coaxing Clara 's pussy to come again. It did n't guide foresightful before Clara reached another explosive climax.

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

Clara shook her head in objection, but without the will of her own to motivate, her body remained the guinea pig of Ms. Penrose 's mercy. And mercy was not something the sadistic consultant showed often.

She pounded the miserable girl for another unspoilt 15 mo, forcing her to derive 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 catch. The snatch was slightly parted, revealing all the red rawness deep within. Then, she held up Clara 's pass by her hair's-breadth. `` testament you fight me again ? ``

'' No. Mistress. '' Clara whimpered breathlessly.

Not now, Clara told herself. Now, she would submit. She could n't win over the charwoman under such compromising billet. But after she learned more about the woman, she would fight back. She would make for certain the woman paid for everything that she had done to her. She promised herself that. And she would n't stop finding a way to settle the musical score even if she die.

'' Tell me the trueness. '' 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 boastfully black plug out of her asshole and the rubber gimmick 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 wearing apparel 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 .