Black Gratification Chapter 14

“Do you like it, Master?”

I take a long look at the place my plans will begin to take hold. It fits with many of my ideas for how this establishment should appear. Decorated with class as a primary objective, of course.. Actual class favoured by old money, not the nouveau riche aesthetic of making everything look shiny. Furniture that is either old or made to look old, with finely detailed engravings and sculptures decorating it. The colour scheme is not quite monochrome. Carpets of a soothing cream, furnishings of a rich, dark brown. The lighting shining down is subjected to carefully placed mirrors to refract it, giving the place an aesthetic of being almost a dark corner of heaven. Shimmering white with just the hint of rainbows where the light meets shadow.

For a high society establishment like this it would be expected to get a decorator who knows the tastes of the upper upper class. I have no need for them as I’m not only experienced with such things, I see them as beneath me. Which is basically how high society sees opulence. Even the best is at best acceptable.

“Bring the lights down, please.”

Summer slides her finger across the surface of her scroll, the lights dimming and shifting. The main floor of the establishment darkens, ready for a performance on the stage. Only the shimmers of rainbows remain toward the ceiling. Each table is given suitable mild lighting from lamplight at the centre. The bar of course, is kept in moderate light to show the products available. Brands from Vacuo to the far ends of Mistral, even some bottles of rice wine said to be from Menagerie, not that I expect the crowds I intend to draw would be big fans. But it doesn’t hurt to be prepared.

“I’ll send some of the girls over to do test runs during the week. How are Kali and An taking to their assigned roles?”

“Kali is eager to do whatever you ask, just like she should be,” Summer answers cheerfully. “An seems glad to not be back to her old job. She should manage fine as our bartender. She knows how to show deference. A Mistrali upbringing will do that.”

“Make sure to have one of the spares as her assistant. If any trouble starts, it’ll be at the stage or at the bar.”

“Of course, and I’ll be on hand at the stage just in case.”

“Wonderful. Fetch me a drink, would you?”

Such a good girl. Summer Rose, putting her super-mom skills to work as the madam. The untouchable queen of this place. I look forward to when Glynda is truly corrupted. When she too can take her place here, guiding and instructing the girls in how to perform their duties. Hm. Maybe I’ll let her take part as a dominatrix. I believe I could accept that. Certainly this crowd would have more than a couple of people interested in such treatment, and for such treatment they would explicitly not have permission to touch her.

As for the other girls, the Beacon rejects I recruited should do fine as table staff and consolation prizes. Wouldn’t want my clients going home disappointed. As things progress I should be able to phase them out, bringing in new talent as the highlight while previous stars become more mundane. The Belladonna girls will be passable as the stars for our grand opening. Much as Blake would like to pretend otherwise, they’re big names. I’d wager the takings from opening night that everyone who comes in will want their pound of flesh from the White Fang, or to pound the flesh of the White Fang.

... Ugh, that was crass. The old me still leaking through.

I relax in my seat, sipping on the Atlesian vodka Summer pours for me, petting her as she kneels at my feet.

“Master, may I service you?”

I smile, gracious and magnanimous. “You may.” It has been a while for her. She quickly unfastens my trousers, staring in fresh wonder as I’m unleashed. She wastes no time getting to the other manner of work I trained her in.

Six days. I have six days to fill. It would be absurd to waste such an important opportunity on frivolous things. This small window of time, I should use it well. To prepare for opening night in some way. And the greatest boon I could have is by gaining more abilities, and ideally setting the table for a future star attraction. There are so many to choose from.

The first that comes to mind is Weiss. If this place weren’t invitation only there would surely be a run on it for a chance to be near the heiress of the SDC, let alone for what they’d have the chance at in a place like this. Her benefits to me directly, well the idea of dust alchemy has its charms. It seems to only relate to near-magical effects on people, so it’s somewhat limited. She would also grant me the power to wear away at the resistance of my future conquests if more standard methods are ineffective, but I’d hardly need something like that.

Cinder. Oh Cinder. The bitch is a double-edged sword. The power to order subordinates around would let me dominate every student, but it would give Ozpin and Salem greater power over me at the same time. It enforces my place in the hierarchy, not my dominance. And yet at the same time, her second power would give me an endgame with Salem, letting me gradually steal her power until I could permanently take it. That’s to say nothing of the other great reward in unrestricted dust magic, limited only by time and resources.

Raven has possibilities. Control of those following my orders removes the threat of rebellion from my employees. And a collared bandit queen might be interesting as an attraction, but I doubt her tribe’s activities have been impactful enough to Vale for my patrons to care overmuch.

Roma. She would allow me to bring enemies into my orbit. Which would be Cinder’s group. Not particularly anyone else. Very limited utility to me, but she would be a genuine attraction for this place. Vale’s very own hometown criminal mastermind. Well, at least the one that comes in a distant second place.

Auburn. She would offer a similar securing of loyalty to Raven, if more intense. Not to mention bringing in the head of the White Fang’s Vale chapter is sure to be a crowd pleaser. No doubt there are plenty who would want to teach her a lesson. In fact, I would need extra security just to make sure the crowd wouldn’t do her permanent harm.

All powerful options. But combinations? Neo would make me irresistible to taste and smell. Yang? Yang is two combinations at once, a body modification dream. Cinder would give unrestrained dust magic. And Weiss... Oh Weiss. She offers benefits almost as good as Cinder but with no drawbacks. There are two esoteric effects I would want from dust magic and Weiss can offer me one, without the added hurdles Cinder would cause.

Only problem is... It seems absurd, but I fear I’m going soft. I already decided to give certain women the privilege of not being used by the clientele. Weiss, for all of her abrasive attitude, managed to worm her way into my previous heart more than any other in my previous life. That being the case, it’s only prudent to prove my resolve. Show how little sway she has over my decisions.

Yes. Weiss must be next.

-(-)-

“Miss Schnee.”

“Oh, Professor Moriarty! Good morning!”

“And good morning to you as well, my dear. I hate to trouble you, but I had something I hoped you might take a look at if you have time tonight.”

“Oh, well of course, Professor! But what is it?”

“Just a project I’ve been considering for the past short while. Do let me know your thoughts. I should be in my office all evening so feel free to come by.”

“I will. Have a good day, Professor.”

“And you as well, my dear.”

I wait patiently in my office, looking in on campus security while I complete the drudgery of paperwork my position demands. You never know when you might find some incriminating footage that should be saved and dangled over someone’s head.

I’ve already seen Weiss storming angrily toward the faculty housing. I’m not as anxious as I worried I might be. I remember my past dealings with Weiss, or rather with a Weiss. This is the ideal test to see how much my past self has influence over me. My past self would never accept the plans I have for that girl. She will make me an overnight millionaire soon enough.

I smile as I hear the short, sharp rap on my door, taking an extra few seconds before I get to my feet and open it. She looks displeased, as I imagined she would be. “How did you get these?” she demands with a scowl, holding the folder up.

“By asking very politely,” I answer with a congenial smile. “I even sent a gift basket and a lovely bottle of rosé. So,” I gesture at the folder with one hand, “What did you think?”

Her expression turns conflicted. “I... I didn’t finish reading it!” she lies. “You stole company files!”

“And the reason appears to be that I might show you something. Will you ignore that purpose, or give me a touch of respect and see what I’m trying to say?” I stand to one side, a clear invitation into my office that she doesn’t immediately take. “Or you might inform your father. Perhaps a pat on the head from him is that valuable to you.”

She gives me a sour look. Holds the folder closer to herself looking down at it. “Fine.”

“Come in then, I have some marking to do. You can ask questions as you reread if you like. Do you prefer coffee or tea?”

She reads through the document again, actually bothering to take in what it says rather than jumping to indignation and ignoring the contents. “Is this accurate?” My expression, even only glancing up to give her a look says how offended I am at her even asking the question. “This is ridiculous! The SDC is the largest non-government organisation on Remnant and you’re portraying it like it’s being run into the ground!”

“It is the reality of a kingdom ruled by a petty tyrant. Your father is a man who values victory and domination over anything else.” As the pithy saying goes, it takes one to know one. “He will crush those who oppose him even to his long-term detriment. A hundred short-term victories worth a hundred times more than a long-term victory. There are few worse choices for a position like his. He won’t bring your company to ruin immediately but he inevitably will bring it down, and bring as many people down with him as he can in the meantime.”

“Those are harsh words to say about my father directly to my face.”

“And yet I feel perfectly safe in saying them. Care to guess why?”

She puts the events of the day into proper context, coming to the correct conclusion, to her credit. “Because you want me to do something about it.” Or at least, the conclusion I want her to come to.

“Miss Schnee,” I say as I stand, moving around my desk to sit in the armchair opposite hers, “I am new to this career path but I intend to throw myself into it headfirst. I am an educator. And so I am here to guide one of my students who is desperately in need of guidance.”

And why am I saying things that may have flowed more naturally from Glynda’s mouth? Because of course, with no other recourse, it will be the abilities Glynda gave me that will see success swiftly delivered.

I can see it in her eyes now. Doubt. But also...

“You’re not the first to say so and you won’t be the last. I’m doing just fine on my own.” 

If I had gotten to her earlier, I could have leveraged her insecurity about being denied the leader position. Broken her team until they all came begging to me. But, I had chosen a different path, claiming the low hanging fruit. After all, there was no rush and the alliances within the girls’ teams are blessing more than curse. They would learn together, live together, and one day service cocks together.

“Would you like to know what I see when I look at you, Miss Schnee? I see a girl who wants to do good. Given your upbringing it’s more than commendable. But, because of that upbringing, you struggle to find what good you could do. Your mother was no help. Your father would only be satisfied to see you become like him, or be discarded.” I lean back in my chair, fingers tented together. “Your sister though, she provided an idea, didn’t she? She joined the Atlas academy the first chance she got, submitted herself to the orders of General Ironwood, trusting he would be a figure she could trust to point her towards doing good.”

The anger comes back with a swiftness. “You can disparage my father all you like but my sister-”

“Is just as beautifully altruistic as you, even if she hides it behind discipline.” I smirk at her shocked and reproachful look for me talking like I know Winter. “I spent some time in Atlas. We ran across each other once or twice. However, Specialist Schnee’s failing, if she can be said to have one, is that she was unscrupulous in what positive impact she wished to have on the world. Getting out from under Jacques’ thumb took precedence. And now,” my hand waves dismissively, dismissing Winter as unimportant with the gesture, “she is one of many specialists among Atlas’ mighty military force. Not a bad choice, but far from the most impactful she could have chosen.”

“And I suppose you believe you have a better suggestion,” Weiss rolls her eyes with the haughtiness of the rich and the teenaged all rolled into one petite package.

“Of course. It would be rather a waste to say what I have and sour your opinion of me otherwise. After all, while she has walked her path, you have only taken the first steps down yours.” I lean forward, gesturing at the folder in her hand. “Those facts, those figures in your hand. What are they?”

“A point by point breakdown of the costs and benefits to worker treatment at SDC mining facilities-”

I frown. “Alright, that’s very... Broad. Let’s try again. What do those documents give you?”

“Knowledge?”

“And what does that knowledge give you?”

She looks at them with new eyes and dawning understanding. “Power. You think I could... But the board must know about all of this already! They wouldn’t oust father for just this!” Even as she says it, a flicker of ambition alights in her eyes. The idea of ousting him from a position he sits so comfortably in never having occurred to her.

“Of course not. It’s small time. But it is also one of many weapons you could arm yourself with. If you went to the SDC board with just this, they would have questions. Questions Jacques, being no novice, would have ready answers for. Best case, he would ease off for a time and ramp back up when the situation calmed. But, if you were to build up a larger picture of his mismanagement, spin it properly to appeal to the board’s priorities of making more money, well... You could end up doing more for the people of this world than any huntress to ever live. Your position by birth gives you opportunity to do so much more. Your sister couldn’t see that past the shadow of your father, but I am offering you my direct tutelage so that you might make this world a better place.”

She takes a long look at the baited hook in her hand. Practically salivating at the juicy worm. Blinded by hunger, not able to see the barbed tip until it’s far too late. “When can we start?”

-(-)-

Weiss Schnee was overwhelmed. She came to Beacon to be a huntress. She wanted to contribute to the world, to leave her mark as something positive instead of being a pawn of her father. In that, Professor Moriarty had her pegged. It was somewhat galling to be understood by someone so thoroughly and so easily. But it was gratifying at the same time for someone to care enough not only to see her and her wants, but to see them as worthy. To see past the privilege and sinister reputation of her family and find the person. To find someone who would not just see a greater path for her but actively help her achieve it, she had never been on the receiving end of such kindness.

But that was not the reason she was overwhelmed. The reason was while Professor Moriarty wanted to help her, he was also a much harsher teacher in private than he was in the classroom. Clearly he expected a great deal from her. She couldn’t deny her occasional struggles, much as she would like to.

He had taught her economics, politics, the realities of big business when it came to subverting government interference. She was amazed at just how much power her family wielded. She had understood it before but it was a shallow understanding. Professor Moriarty was giving her a thorough breakdown of every dirty trick and slimy action her father would take to get what he wanted. That they were his weapons, but that they could just as easily be hers.

It... was a skill that didn’t come naturally to her.

“Alright Miss Schnee. You have a shipment of dust headed for Mistral but a bureaucrat of the Argus port authority is being an obstructionist. He wants to do a full inventory of the cargo before it gets on the train to its destination. The timetable for that cargo can’t be held up by even the single day this would cost. What do you do?”

He liked to give scenarios like this. It was good. It got her thinking as she would have to when facing actual situations. But that didn’t stop her from struggling. “Find out why he wants to hold it up?”

The professor frowned. That was a bad sign. “He says Argus have had a theft problem recently. The authority think a huge dust shipment would be a tempting target for a thief hoping to skim off the top without notice.”

The frown meant that detail probably didn’t matter that much. “I... I’d tell him to stop wasting time and let the shipment pass,” she answered with confidence she didn’t feel. Confidence that dwindled as Professor Moriarty continued to wait. “And... Bribe him?”

He sighed and she winced. “Not far off from what your father would do. Though he might have reached for the bribe instantly.”

“Well what should I have done?” she asked with a pout. She didn’t like disappointing him. He was helping her.

“You know that’s not how this works, Miss Schnee. Come on. What would making demands do for you?”

“With the bribe it would get the shipment through.”

“But...?”

“The port authority would be harder to work with in future.”

“And the bribe?”

It was her turn to sigh. “It would make it work, but they’d start to expect it when I need things to happen.”

He nodded. “Plans that don’t require additional costs are generally better. So, how could you remove that unnecessary cost? You need that shipment to go through, Mistral needs that shipment to go through, but the port authority wants to delay. What do you do?”

She felt like he gave her a hint there. “I...” Mistral needed it. “Oh! I’d use Mistral to push him into letting it pass!”

He smiled encouragingly, bringing his moustache into and upward curl. “And how would you do that?”

“I’d say Mistral would make sure he’s out of a job if-”

Her regained confidence was crushed by another sigh. “You’re young. Bullishness is to be expected.” He clasped his hands together, a sign he was going to be less subtle in guiding her in the right direction. “Miss Schnee, think about the person you’re dealing with. How serious do you think the threat of theft is?”

“Not very.” She had to ask about it to find out. And he said it would just be skimming off the top even if it happened.

“Correct. There have been thefts recently but nothing on the level of dust crates. You being the very invested CEO wouldn’t only be hearing about it then if it were that serious a security concern. But they’re still thefts under his watch.”

“... He’s worried. He could lose his job if it keeps happening.”

The professor nodded. “And so he’s being more rigorous in taking inventory as a precaution.”

“He thinks the priority is not letting any get stolen but we don’t care about that as much as missing the delivery window,” she realised. He had established already, proper logistical timelines were important to having a good working relationship with their buyers. He gave her another encouraging nod to continue. “So... I tell him that. The shipment has to go today. If some is missing, that’s a cost we can take. Theft of a small amount is an acceptable risk if it means the shipment arriving on time.”

He smiled, seeming proud of her for getting there, even if it took far longer than he hoped. As it... Tended to. “Good response. Reassuring him that the blame won’t fall on him in such an eventuality.” He sniffed in a manner that was almost a laugh. “Well, if a big theft occurred it might. But SDC shipments are well guarded. Far too hard a target for a petty thief. Alternatively you could have stuck with the threatening posture,” he waved a hand airily, “that you would know where to assign blame to him if Mistral were displeased the shipment was late.”

“Wait, isn’t that the same as telling him he’d be out of a job if–”

“You phrased it as a direct threat to him and his livelihood. The key to pressure isn’t direct threats. It’s implied threats. You tell him Mistral won’t be pleased and he puts that together with his history, he comes to the conclusion he might be fired. That means he puts pressure on himself. It’s far easier to convince ourselves that something is true than to be convinced by an adversary. In the end, it’s a choice of giving him one less thing to worry about or putting pressure on until he cracks. In the grand scheme, he isn’t important enough to worry over.”

Weiss did her best to hide her frown. She didn’t like that.. Everyone is important. Wasn’t that why she’s doing this?

“Now, since that took so much work to get you to an appropriate answer...” He patted his lap meaningfully.

Oh. Time for punishment. “Do I have to?” Even as her trepidation made her say that, there was an anticipation in her voice that she didn’t recognise.

“Miss Schnee, you know this is to help you learn. Here. Now.”

The commanding reprimand was enough to get her moving.. She lay across his lap face down. She didn’t want him to know what just the sound of that reprimand had done to her. But he would. He flipped up her skirt, pulled down her panties. Sighed in disappointment as he saw the wetness clinging to them. A sound that only made her reaction worse.

“Are you ready, Miss Schnee?”

Hesitantly, shakily, she nodded, bracing for what she knew was coming. Sure enough, she felt the harsh, hard smack of his palm against the pale skin of her bare backside. “One.” Another. “Two.” She counted out her spanks. Spankings were barely anything with aura involved and so the number always went rather high to make her truly feel it. By that point her rear cheeks were rosy red. What she didn’t expect was after the twentieth she felt his fingers delve into her womanhood. “Professor?”

“In hindsight, you were right to seek more information on the scenario,” he gave her gentle praise as his digits stroked her folds while his middle finger curled inside her. “So I thought along with your punishment you deserved a little reward.”

He continued to rub her down there for a few more seconds, finishing with a gentle circling of her button before returning to administering her well deserved spankings. Each one only driving her madder with need. Her voice grew shrill as she counted them until “Fifty-threeeee!” She squealed, her legs twitching and shaking as the rest of her body went taut. A trickle of fresh fluid leaking from her sex.

Her skin burned red from her face to her toes. From arousal and from the humiliation that she just reached climax from her professor spanking her.

“Well. I think we can call your punishment complete. Shall we go back to your lessons?”

Shakily, she nodded as she was allowed to stand and retake her seat. Barely aware she had left her soaked panties beside his chair. She didn’t know how much she would have cared if she had noticed. She had only felt a little embarrassed when she finally realised. Much worse was the realisation she was considering purposefully getting things wrong to get more punishment.

The next night it was like he knew where her thoughts had strayed. The accidental lesson she had taken from her punishment. As such, her punishments strayed in a different direction. For every time she failed to perform to a satisfactory level, he would demand she remove an item of clothing.

It was certainly more effective in encouraging her to perform at her best. She managed to keep her composure for a time. But then her blazer was sacrificed. Her shoes. Her socks. And then the fear kicked in. The fear that if she continued to do poorly she would have no choice but to expose her body to him. This man who so resembled a kinder version of her father. Horror and guilty thrill warred inside her, distracted her.

And once again, he gave her that same disappointed look. “Is this really all that you can do, Miss Schnee? I thought you’d be far more impressive than this.”

“I’m sorry.” She shielded her privates, hidden only by her snow white panties without her skirt. It was a futile effort. He didn’t need to see to know how wet she was. Though doubtless he could smell it as well.

“I must say, I’m truly disappointed in your performance today, Miss Schnee. Are you having trouble focusing? If something is troubling you I will do my best to help.” There was such concern in his voice. She was worrying him, all because she couldn’t focus. The thing troubling her was that she desperately wanted his fingers inside her again. That she wanted him to spank her again for being a bad girl.

“Fine. Let’s try something simpler,” he offered kindly. “Let’s talk about your classwork so we can get your mind back on the right track, hm? Just a few questions on the essay I assigned due next week and we’ll get back to our lessons..”

But she hadn’t started on that yet! She had been focused on her private lessons!

“Tell me about the legal doctrine put in place for Atlas’ modern military.”

And of course, her panic had turned her mind completely blank. She wasn’t even sure what he had just asked her about. “The... The legal doctrine... It...”

He looked astonished that she had failed so spectacularly at such a simple request. “Do you even remember what the assignment was, Miss Schnee?” He gave out a weary sigh. “Fine. The hard way it is.” He stood from his chair, looked down at her imperiously. “Stand. Disrobe.”

“D-Disrobe?” Completely?

“Yes, Miss Schnee. Do not make me tell you again.”

Her eyes screwed shut, feeling humiliation as much from what she needed to do as her failure being the cause of it. “Y-Yes, Professor.” He wanted her to stand right after making her knees weak with that commanding tone. He could certainly have his moments of cruelty.

Her blouse came off, then her largely unnecessary bra, then finally, with great shame, her fingers hooked into her panties as she lowered them over her hips to drop to her feet. She stood there, porcelain skin flushed red, naked, humiliated and more worked up than she had ever been in her life. This was wrong, wasn’t it? She shouldn’t be like this... With her professor. And yet she could never dream of asking for it to stop.

“Over here,” he commanded, tapping the wall of his office. “Hands on the wall.”

Obediently, she placed her palms on the wall, only for him to swat her exposed thighs, not so gently ushering her back until her body was bent at a right angle. With shameful joy she realised he was going to spank her again, only this time all she could do was stand there and take it. No hiding her shameful, lustful reactions as he dealt her such a humiliating punishment. Even then as she stood, her back arched with her backside raised, her skin was coated with goosebumps. Her petite breasts, her nipples capable of cutting glass, begging for attention. She wanted to touch herself, to relieve the fire coursing through her body.

But she couldn’t. This was punishment. She wasn’t good enough and now she had to face the consequences.

She gasped as she felt his palm crash against her left buttock. “One!”

“Miss Schnee, there is no need to count. I believe numbers don’t mean anything to you anymore. No, what you’ll be doing today is giving me an apology for each one.”

“An apology?”

“I’m spending my valuable time to give you these lessons. I want a sign of contrition for choosing to waste that time.”

She was so ashamed, she was almost in tears. “I didn’t mean to-”

“That is not an apology, Miss Schnee.”

Weiss nodded. Swallowed the lump in her throat. “I’m sorry.” With her apology made, Professor Moriarty wasted no time continuing her well deserved punishment. Smack. “I’m sorry.” Smack. “I’m sorry!”

Just like the numbers, the words lost meaning over time. Her legs started to give out before the tenth as her womanhood convulsed. But he kept going. She struggled for breath to even say the words by the twentieth. And by the thirtieth... “Ah sahhy...” She could barely think. She must have looked a mess, her eyes rolled back and her tongue hanging from her mouth as she slurred out an attempt at an apology.

“It seems this just isn’t your night to impress me, Miss Schnee. I shall have to take drastic measures if it means teaching you a desperately needed lesson.”

Yehh, Puhfessah...” she slurred, feeling his hands on her hips. Then something else slap down heavily on her back. The professor knew best. Whatever it was, she needed it. To teach her a lesson. Just like the spankings. She hoped so very much that it was just like the spankings.

She felt something press against her. Against her lips. A touch of sense returned to her pleasure-addled mind. Would he really? Was this happening? Did she want him to stop? Feeling that thing, that worryingly large thing sliding against her soaked lips. Her body certainly didn’t want him to stop. Her father would be furious if he ever found out. That thought alone set her thoughts of reticence crumbling away. Her wobbly legs widened as it slid up and down against her womanhood, gathering her juices. 

But then he moved. Changed targets. Her throat emitted strained gurgling sounds as the huge, hot thing began pushing into her backside. Fear crawled into her heart. “Hh-wuh-wai–” she tried and failed to voice her worries. It was too big! It would ruin her! Even now she felt her anus spreading so wide she feared it would never go back to normal! Let alone what such a thing would do to her insides!

“This is your punishment, Miss Schnee,” Professor Moriarty told her without remorse. “Not for failing me, but for taking your discipline and enjoying it so much. Hardly a punishment if it makes you cum like a fountain, is it? Be honest, this lewd body of yours is far too eager. Corrective action must be taken.”

“Won’ fih!” she tried to plead.

“I believe you’ll find–” Pain and pleasure exploded in her mind as she felt an absurd shaft bury itself in her petite body, felt that body desperately make room for it. “It very much will.” One hand dropped from the wall, grasping at the grotesquely erotic bulge in her belly. The shape of his cock distending her graceful figure. He... Her virginity was right there! A prize sought by so many men, so many suitors. It was right there for the taking and instead her first time with a man inside her was him shoving his enormous cock into the wrong hole to teach her a lesson!

Her eyes crossed. Her womanhood spurted a mess of her juices. Her other hand supporting her dropped to join the first holding her belly. The professor grabbed her hips, leaving her supported only by those hands and the cock she was spitted on. And then, he began to... to fuck her. He wasn’t gentle. Why would he be? She had been bad. She hadn’t lived up to his expectations. These were the consequences. His hot cock like an iron rod slamming against her organs, declaring her ravaged asshole as his sovereign territory. What a wasted effort avoiding vulgarity in her thoughts had been when this was how things had ended up. Naked, sweating, screaming out her orgasms as her professor slammed her up and down his cock like a sex toy. A sex toy with a net worth in the hundreds of millions of lien. He slammed her ass without mercy all the same.

It was difficult to stay awake as the rough treatment began to get the better of her. She hadn’t been prepared for this. The spankings were one thing. This was too much.  But right as her consciousness was about to fade entirely, she was jerked awake by him hoisting her thighs, locking his grip on her shoulders. And then, he began to walk. Once again, a new terror struck her. Would he go out with her like this?! He wouldn’t dare! To show off her body like this, to show him abusing that body like this!

But no. He wasn’t taking her out into the halls. In some ways it was worse. He walked over to and faced her toward another wall of his office. One with a mirror.

“What do you see, Miss Schnee?”

She saw herself. She saw a side of herself she had never seen before. That rictus of overwhelming lust on her face, the vacant stare, the dopey smile, drool running down her chin. Further down, her perky, petite breasts, her nipples fit to carve the glass of the mirror if he dared press her against it. Below that, the great bulge of the cock buried inside her. And even further down, the budding flower of her pussy, pressed open by the enormous object in the adjacent hole. Almost like it was begging to be filled too, despite how impossible that would be. And then, finally, the straining of her asshole around the absolute beast of a cock she was hilted on. “Gh-hh!”

I’ll tell you what I see, Miss Schnee,” he said as his hips once again moved to stuff her ass. I see a third path. A third way forward. You could follow in your sister’s footsteps, become a proud huntress. You could take over your family company. Do as your father did, or find a better way. Or,” he moved her forward so she could stare into her own delirious eyes, “You could become this. A woman for whom the highlight of her life is getting her holes filled with cock. Addicted, addled, and ever amorous. This is what could happen if you fail to be worth my time, Miss Schnee. It too could be a path to making the world a better place. You would make many men very happy. I can say I am enjoying myself immensely. Of course, they aren’t entirely mutually exclusive paths. I’m sure there are many huntresses who love getting fucked. Certainly many CEOs.”

His thrusting picked up speed. His hips slamming into her cherry red ass. “Consider this then, a step toward whatever path you choose for yourself.” She let out a gurgling groan as he hilted himself, as she felt the hot goo spray and spill inside her, fill her backside. Once again he walked with her, let her feel the sloshing of her insides as he took her to his en-suite and dumped her in the shower. A spray of semen burst from her asshole as she was finally empty of his cock. Then, as she groped at her gaping hole, she felt the rush of hot water running over her body, washing the events away.

“You may clean yourself in here. Once you are again able to walk, you will return to your dorm. Of course, no one needs hear about this.”

“Y-yes Professor...” she managed to say clearly, feeling the hot water soothe her tired muscles. Her hole recovering from the brutal pounding it received, already beginning to tighten back up. And all the while, he had left her womanh–... Her pussy, entirely untouched.

But she wouldn’t leave it untouched. One final bit of enjoyment as she remembered the intense experience. Her first time. There was something wrong with her. There must have been, for her to so thoroughly enjoy taking it in the ass that she wasn’t even disappointed or displeased that he used the wrong hole.

The third path... He spoke of it like he was cautioning her against it. And yet... She found herself wondering if such a thing would be so bad.