Enslaving Elliot

Author's note:

This is a story based on Scrubs and takes place during the My Last Day episode in Season 1.

Elliot Reid was talking too much again. She always talked too much when she was nervous, and it wasn't just talking too much, it was talking to quickly, and she also tended to ramble and lose track of what she was trying to say and continually retrace her steps, but she just couldn't help it. Elliot got nervous very easily and Jordan Sullivan made her very, very nervous.

Jordan had power over Elliot and she knew it. She was on the hospitals Board of Directors and could easily have Elliot fired from a job she had worked so very, very hard to get. But that wasn't what most bothered Elliot about Jordan, although she couldn't quite put into words why she was truly afraid of the brunette. Jordan had a natural air of superiority and confidence which Eliot lacked, and could easily reduce the blonde to a quivering wreck just with a single look, but it wasn't just her attitude either. Not that Elliot could afford to dwell on what scared her about Jordan too much, especially now, because she needed a favour.

Elliot and her friends JD and Turk had treated a patient badly, trying to dump the patient off on each other only to realise how truly uncaring that made them until they found themselves playing rock, paper, scissors to see who would end up having to treat the patient. They had felt so bad about it they had agreed to work together to treat the problem, but they needed help, and somehow Elliot had ended up drawing the short straw and having to go and ask Jordan for help.

And so Elliot desperately tried to stop rambling and get to her point, "He doesn't have insurance, if you could talk to the other members of the board today at the meeting JD thought..."

"JD thought..." Jordan interrupted, as she began to walk down the corridor, Elliot trailing behind her, "First he dumps that patient on you, now he wants you to ask me a favour, honey if you don't start saying no to him soon you're going to wind up on the losing end of a little game I like to call hide the pickle."

"JD and I are just colleagues." Elliot said firmly, a little too firmly.

"Oh my God, I was just joking but you actually slept with him didn't you." Jordan said seeing right through Elliot.

Eliot tried to blow it off but the blonde was a terrible liar and totally flaked.

"... a little." Elliot said.

"Look, I don't know where you're mother was when she should have been telling you all of these things but you cannot have sex with someone you care about. Sex is for making babies and revenge." Jordan explained.

"You're so full of it." Elliot muttered.

Elliot couldn't believe she just said that out loud. She hadn't meant to, the words had just fallen out of her mouth on impulse but she had tried her best to say it quietly, maybe Jordan didn't hear her.

Sadly that little hope was snuffed out with a single angry look from Jordan.

Oh frick.

"Listen stick, if you want to wipe your nose and pretend that was a sneeze, I will play along, but if you have something to say, then say it." Jordan said, her voice full of menace.

At this point Elliot had two choices. She could either wimp out like she always did or she could stand up for herself for once. Given the situation it would probably be better if she just wimped out, but for whatever reason Elliot was suddenly feeling brave.

"Everybody knows you're still sleeping with Dr Cox, and it can't be about making babies cause you'd probably just end up eating them anyway, and as for revenge, I'm just not sure that driving to his apartment and pleasuring him while he watches sports centre is hurting him as much as you might think, so I have to figure that you still care about him whether you want to admit it or not and if you lay one finger on me I'm blowing my rape whistle!"

No longer feeling brave after her little speech Elliot pulled out her rape whistle and quickly placed it into her mouth. As Jordan began to slowly advance on her Elliot gently blew her whistle but not enough to make much noise.

Elliot was practically shaking with fear as Jordan came face to face with her, the brunette staring a hole through her as if she could kill her without even laying one finger on her, and for a moment Elliot wondered if that was truly possible, but just then they were thankfully interrupted.

"Kiss her." Todd, or the Todd as he preferred to be known, begged, thankfully drawing Jordan's death stare away from Elliot and onto him for a few moments.

Dejected Todd left via the elevator he had arrived in, leaving Elliot once again alone with Jordan and her evil stare.

Pulling Elliot's whistle out of her mouth Jordan brought her face even closer to the blonde, Elliot preparing herself for some kind of blow, a blow that never came.

Jordan suddenly smiled, but it wasn't a warm and happy smile, it was a smile which sent a shiver up the blonde's spine, and anyone else's spine which was near enough to see it.

"You see that supply closet stick?" Jordan asked, pointing to the nearby closet which Eliot used to hide in many, many times before.

Elliot nodded silently.

"Meet me inside there in an hour and we'll discuss this further." Jordan said before walking away, leaving a startled Elliot behind.

Elliot paced up and down in front of the supply closet for the millionth time.

She hadn't been able to stop thinking about what had happened earlier with Jordan and the only other thing filling her cluttered mind right now was what was going to happen when Jordan finally showed up.

Finally Jordan arrived, looked Elliot up and down, and smiled.

Jordan had more than half expected Elliot not to show up. How cute, the little blonde stick was obviously a lot braver than she thought... and Jordan was going to enjoy crushing that bravery.

"Hi, so, erm, about that patient..." Elliot began.

"Get in the supply closet twinkie." Jordan said, cutting Elliot off.

Elliot hesitated for a moment before doing as she was told.

Jordan followed closely behind, locking the door behind her and advancing towards Elliot menacingly.

"So... so... so... have you considered what I said before you know about the patient because like I said it would really really really help..." Elliot blurted out nervously as Jordan slowly backed her into the corner.

"Shut up stick." Jordan said softly, looking Elliot up and down in a way that made the blonde feel very uncomfortable.

A few moments went by which felt like hours to Elliot as she could've sworn that Jordan was checking her out.

"It's just that..." Elliot began.

"I said shut up!" Jordan said coldly, and then paused for another long moment, "Turn around."

"What?" Elliot asked in confusion.

"Turn. Around." Jordan demanded.

Elliot was so stunned she had no idea what to do however the look in Jordan's eyes made up her mind for her.

Unsure of what this was supposed to be about Elliot slowly turned around so that she was facing the wall.

"Keep turning." Jordan said.

Still unsure what the hell was going on Eliot continued to turn until she was facing Jordan.

"Stop." Jordan commanded and Elliot did as she was told.

There was another moment of silence.

"Ok, this could work," Jordan said thoughtfully, "Turn around so that you're facing the wall again.

Elliot did as she was told.

"Put your hands on the wall and don't remove them until I tell you too." Jordan ordered.

Once again Elliot did as she was told.

Elliott's eyes suddenly widened as she felt the bottom half of her scrubs being removed.

"Wait what are..." Elliot exclaimed, removing her hands from the wall and trying to turn around.

"Hands on the wall stick!" Jordan barked.

Elliot wanted to refuse, she really did, but her earlier bravery was a distant memory and as if controlled by some unseen force was unable to stop herself from doing as she was told.

Elliot whimpered when Jordan suddenly removed her panties.

"You've got a nice ass stick." Jordan complemented, lightly squeezing Elliot's butt.

"... Erm... thank you..." Elliot said softly.

She couldn't believe this was happening.

"And you've got spunk, I'll give you that, but I can't have some little intern like you standing up to me like that, it might give people the wrong idea." Jordan explained.

"Well actually it is my last day as an intern so you really don't have to worry..." Elliot began.

"What did I say before?" Jordan interrupted.

"... Shut up..." Elliot said hesitantly.

"Right, so what are you going to do?" Jordan asked.

"Shut up." Elliot said in defeat.

"Good girl. Now, as I was saying I can't have some little intern like you standing up to me like that, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to put you in your place..." Jordan said, removing her hand from Elliot's ass and preparing to teach the blonde a lesson, "Oh, and twinkie, try and stay quiet, after all I highly doubt you want the entire hospital to know that you're being spanked in a closet, ok?"

"... Ok... owww!" Elliott said softly before crying out.

"What did I say?" Jordan asked.

"Stay... stay quiet..." Elliot stuttered.

"Atta girl, and do as you're told!" Jordan snarled as she began to bring her hand down upon Elliot's bare backside again and again.

Elliot dug her fingernails into the wall and gritted her teeth in an attempt to mask her cries of pain but it seemed to be no use. No matter how hard she tried Elliot couldn't stop crying out as blow after stinging blow covered her vulnerable ass cheeks, causing her to flinch with pain each time.

Her cheeks were burning with humiliation and her eyes were overflowing with tears as she received a spanking as if she was a small, disobedient child.

Growing up in a rich family Elliot had never been spanked before, or even disciplined in any way, but somehow this was worse than she had ever imagined a spanking could be. And yet, to her shame, Elliot could feel herself becoming... aroused that this treatment for some ungodly reason. She didn't know why, but all she could hope for now was that Jordan wouldn't notice.

Unfortunately Jordan did notice, and when she did, she cracked a wicked smile.

Jordan knew then she had been right about the blonde doctor. The girl was a natural submissive and if she played her cards right Jordan could have a lot of fun with this girl. That was of course provided they weren't discovered too soon.

Jordan certainly didn't mind being caught in the act, in fact she got off on it, but if someone caught them at this point there was a very good chance that Elliot would run away and Jordan wasn't willing to let that happen, at least not until she'd been able to get her claws deep enough into the blonde.

Luckily Jordan had a punishment for her little playthings when they made too much noise.

"This is just no good stick." Jordan scolded, "You're just making too much noise, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to shut you up."

Kneeling down behind the blonde Jordan grabbed Elliot's leg and lifted it up, pulling Elliot's scrubs and panties from around her ankles and then doing the same to the other leg, moving her as if she was a puppet.

Once Elliot's panties were off Jordan lifted herself up so she was standing behind Elliot again, who hadn't removed her hands from the wall this whole time, and presented Elliot with her own panties.

"Put these in your mouth." Jordan commanded.

"But..." Elliot began to object.

"If you had just been quiet you wouldn't be having to do this so you only have yourself to blame stick." Jordan said, cutting Elliot off again, "Now open your mouth."

Elliot tried to protest for a few moments, trying to think of something to say, but once again her vocabulary failed her and so did her bravery.

Opening her mouth in defeat Elliot allowed Jordan to stuff her own panties inside her mouth, pushing them inside her gullet until she could close her mouth around them. She then bit down on them as Jordan resumed a spanking, the brunette seeming to take great joy in Elliot's humiliation.

And in truth Jordan was enjoying humiliating this uppity little intern. Hell, Jordan was loving it. The rush she got from dominating weak willed people like Elliot was intoxicating. The only question remaining was how far could she pushed the blonde.

Jordan had successfully seduced a majority of the staff at Sacred Heart, basically anyone who was in the slightest bit interesting. Elliot hadn't been on Jordan's radar until now because the blonde simply hadn't done anything to get her attention. When Elliot had talked back to Jordan her radar had made a small blip which was enough for Jordan.

Jordan knew she was an intimidating person and she believed anyone who was brave enough to stand up to her deserved a reward and punishment. The reward was that that person was now eligible for Jordan's to-do list. The punishment was humiliation, just so they didn't forget their places.

The spanking continued for a long time, Elliot's ass turning different colours under Jordan's relentless abuse. First Elliot's butt turned pink, and then dark pink, and then light red, and then red, and then finally dark red. The whole time Elliot desperately tried to hide her cries of pain but she just couldn't stop herself.

Feeling utterly humiliated the blonde began to weep openly, her cries almost as loud as the smacking sound that was echoing throughout the room with every blow. They were making so much noise Elliot couldn't believe that no one had heard them and was surprised no one had come in yet and she was holding her breath in anticipation for the moment that all her friends, colleagues, and everyone else who worked in Sacred Heart would burst through the door, take one look at her, and then start laughing at her as they witnessed her humiliation.

The thing that made her cry even harder was the fact that part of her actually wanted it to happen, part of her actually wanted to be caught half naked in a supply closet being spanked by one of the female board members. God, what was wrong with her?

Of course someone coming in wasn't really an issue for Jordan seeing as she wouldn't receive any repercussions for it, and there was even part of her which would have enjoyed being discovered, however there was a much larger part of her that hoped nobody did, because it would be a shame to waste such a good opportunity to add a notch to her belt. Jordan knew why no one had come in yet, it was because the majority of people around this place knew exactly what was going on when they heard spanking and crying coming from one of the supply closets, or one of the empty rooms, or even from the stairs, and they knew better than to check on those sounds. It wasn't like they didn't have better things to do with their time anyway.

Still, the more Elliot cried and the more her ass turned a darker shade of red the more Jordan liked the idea of sexually bullying this little intern.

When she'd had enough of spanking the blonde Jordan stood back and admired her handiwork.

Despite the abuse she had received Elliot had kept her hands on the wall and her panties in her mouth during the spanking and now it was over the blonde was waiting to be told she could move like a good little bitch should. Elliot's submission to her was an incredible turn on for Jordan, and now it was time to see just how far she could push that submission.

Elliot gasped when Jordan placed her hand on her beaten ass and then whimpered as the board member started caressing her sore backside. The blonde doctor tried to tell herself that Jordan was just preparing to spank her again and there was nothing sexual about this but then a very firm and very deliberate squeeze to her rear put an end to that thought. However Elliot did not try and get away, and not just because she was afraid for her job, but because to her horror she realised she didn't want too.

Jordan's hands felt so good on her ass and were doing a wonderful job of massaging the pain away, such a wonderful job in fact that Elliot's pussy was dripping at even the slightest contact. Elliot even found herself wishing Jordan's hand would slide a little lower. It was that little afterthought that made Elliot realised she was in trouble and needed to get out of there before something happened.

Unfortunately Jordan could read Elliot like a book and could tell that her little prize was trying to get away from her clutches, something which Jordan would absolutely not allow.

"Turn around stick." Jordan commanded.

Despite wanting to run away out of fear of what she was feeling Elliot was powerless to do anything less than to obey Jordan's every word, finally taking her hands off the wall and turning around. Once she had completed her turn Elliot took one look at Jordan standing there so menacingly that she immediately cast her eyes downwards as if she was unable to look Jordan in the eye.

However this just gave Jordan more ammunition.

"Look at me." Jordan demanded.

Hesitantly Elliot lifted her head up and looked Jordan in the eye. Immediately Elliot knew she had made a mistake because now no matter how much she tried she just couldn't break eye contact.

Holding Elliot's gaze Jordan licked her fingertips, slowly stepped forward, reached out and ran her fingertips over the exposed lips of Elliot's pussy, causing the blonde doctor to let out first a gasp, and then a moan.

"Mm. Knew you were just a little dyke." Jordan said, giving a rather cruel half hearted laugh, "Looks like Perry owes me some money. Well, a buck, after all you're not that important to either one of us, but still, a bucks a buck."

"I'm... I'm... I'm not a dyke." Elliot stuttered, fresh tears running down her cheeks.

"Fine, lesbian, whatever." Jordan said, as she continued to play with Elliot's pussy.

"No, I'm not." Elliot whimpered.

"You're not what sweetie?" Jordan asked, as she began to slide her fingers around the blonde's love hole in a clockwise circle.

"I'm not a lesbian." Elliot gasped, desperately trying to stifle the moans which were escaping from her mouth.

"Really... oh, so, I guess if I were just to slide my fingers inside this drooling little pussy of yours you wouldn't react right?" Jordan said, as she reversed the direction of her fingers this time going anticlockwise around Elliot's pussy lips, "You wouldn't moan, or groan, or cry out pleasurably would you? You wouldn't thrust yourself forward to try and get more of my fingers inside your little pussy would you? And your little pussy wouldn't welcome my fingers would it? No, your little pussy wouldn't clench on my fingers, or make my fingers wet, or perhaps make my fingers wetter would be the right term."

Elliot whimpered but she did not answer Jordan. She couldn't, she was far too busy trying not to hump Jordan's fingers or beg the brunette to fuck her. Oh how Elliot felt so confused. Remove

"I'll tell you what twinkie." Jordan said, snapping Elliot out of her daydream, "How about I slide my fingers inside you and if you don't react or react in disgust I'll leave you alone, but if you moan, or groan, or thrust yourself forwards, or drench my fingers in your pussy juice, or anything like that then I get to play with you in any way I want. Sound fair?"

Elliot opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

"Good." Jordan said, making good on her promise in shoving two fingers up to the knuckles inside Elliot's pussy.

In a matter of seconds Elliot had done everything Jordan had said, she had moaned, she had groaned, she had tried to impale herself on Jordan's fingers, and she had clenched and soaked those fingers in her juices. She had done everything except not react.

The wicked grin that cross Jordan's face would have practically had Elliot creaming herself if the brunette's fingers weren't already making her cream herself. It was a beautiful and yet sinister grin, a grin that clearly said 'gotcha'.

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One sunny day, she decided to work out in her garden in the back yard. In her thirties, she had a good body for her age, but wasn't the type of person who showed it off, always wearing clothes to cover herself. On this particular day, she wore no bra and a little t-shirt with short cut offs - really short. She didn't think anyone would see her in the back yard and this way she could wear something cool for a hot day.

As she worked hard, turning the soil and pulling the weeds out, the sweat began to drip down her neck down to her breasts. It felt tingly dropping down onto them, making her nipples hard. She loved how the dirt felt and smelled, it began a feeling that stirred inside her. She moved her hand over a breast to rub the sweat into her t-shirt.

By this time, the thin cotton was now becoming soaked. Her nipples showed right through the shirt and stuck out firm and erect. She giggled to herself as she brushed them with her hands. She took a look around her yard, then moved her hands down to her shorts. They were very short, but loose-fitting, so she was able to fit her hand to feel all the way inside to her wetness.

He had just moved into his new home and was putting things in their place. He loved this area, because it was filled with trees and it was private, for living in the city. He had only met one neighbor so far, but it was only a matter of time before he met the others.

As he was putting out his garden hose in his back yard, he heard some movement in the trees. Squirrels were playing around, running from branch to branch. Deciding to get a closer look, he snuck up under the tree and sat to watch the two squirrels playing about. Just from the corner of his eye, he could see something else moving, from the other side of the fence.

As he concentrated on what was on the other side, he noticed it was his neighbor. He didn't know why he wasn't saying anything to him – maybe it was because he didn't want to scare the squirrels away. So he began to peer through the fence, and realised it wasn't the neighbor that he had already met. It had to be his wife.

She had long blonde hair and a beautiful body, and it was hard to miss her nipples standing erect through the material of her shirt. He could see everything, then he noticed she was touching herself. He enjoyed looking at her, watching at her touch herself, moving her hands from her breasts down to the crotch of her shorts. He saw her moving her shorts to the side to begin to feel inside. This was arousing him something awful.

She was really enjoying being outside and feeling her juices. It made her feel so free and exhilarated. She laid back on the grass and continued to pinch her breasts and move her fingers up and down her clit into the wet juices that awaited for that touch. The moans began to come out through her mouth and her hips started to sway with the movement of her fingers.

She heard a noise on the other side of the fence, puzzled because she had thought that no one lived in that house. Then she saw the squirrels in the tree. Safe again, she resumed pleasing herself. She was moaning louder and moving her juices onto her clit and back inside of her. Finally, she came to her orgasm and took a deep breath and giggled. Then she laid back onto the grass and really enjoyed the day.

Again, she heard a noise and this time it wasn't the squirrel. She saw a man looking at her through the fence. She was so scared, but at the same time it excited her to know that someone was watching her, so she said nothing and just watched.

As he watched her through the fence, he was so aroused that he looked around to see if anyone could see him. Then he began to rub his hard cock through his shorts, it felt so good while he watched her. He took it out and began to stroke it with a steady rhythm. All he could think about was her touching herself, making those noises. He wanted her so badly.

His strokes were coming faster and he could feel the urges coming more frequently. He was so careful not to make a noise, while going through the motions of excitement. Finally, there was no holding it back anymore. He shot out his cum across to the bushes by house. It made a noise that made the woman through the fence look over toward his house, then over to him peering through the fence. He quickly put his throbbing cock back into his shorts.

He decided to say something, and said: "Excuse me, ma'am, I just moved in next door. I was wondering where the nearest grocery store was? I need to get a few things for the refrigerator."

She stood up, drenched with sweat and replied: "Yeah, there's one just down the street to the left - you can't miss it. By the way, my name's Tina. My husband told me we had a new neighbor - I hope you'll love this area as much as I do."

He thought, if I keep having days liked this, I'm sure I already do. He told her: "I'm sorry if I startled you, my name is Vince. My wife and family will be moving out here as soon as I get the house put together."

Tina said: "Feel free to knock anytime you're in need of assistance. I'd be more than happy to help anyway I can. That's what neighbors are for. I better get into the house and shower off. Hope to see you soon, Vince." She had a grin on her face while telling him this. He caught it right away.

He said to her: "I was wondering if your husband had a dolly I could borrow. I need to move a few things that the movers didn't place in the right room."

She told him that she was sure they did have one and to stop by in about an hour to pick it up. He thanked her and said he'd be round later on.

He decided to go and shower off himself after what he had just finished doing. Thrilled to have a neighbor like her living behind him, he wondered if there would be more days like this to come. He couldn't stop thinking about her, the way she moved and how pretty she was. Those long legs and those beautiful breasts sticking out of her t-shirt.

He was soon ready to go and pick up the dolly that he needed from her so he could finish setting up his house. He arrived at her house and knocked at the door, but there was no answer. Again, he knocked and then he grabbed the doorknob. It was unlocked, he knew that she was expecting him - looking at his watch, it had been over an hour. So, he opened up the door and called her name.

She heard him open up the door, and called: "I'm in here, come on in."

She was in her room dressing, putting on a summer dress, which clung to her breasts and fitted loosely down to the top of her knees. He felt awkward as he walked in when she was dressing, noticing those breasts again. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She turned and smiled at him, asking if there was something she could get him.

She looked at him with a grin again, she noticed that his shorts were beginning to bulge. He tried to look away, but she didn't let him.

She said: "You must be very lonely without your wife with you. How long has it been since you've been with her?"

"About three weeks now," he replied. She told him that her husband was out of town until Friday and that she too had been lonely and in need of assistance. He knew exactly what that meant and sure enough she moved over to him and pressed against him gently and kissed his lips.

She rubbed her leg against his bulge and said: "You look like you need assistance too."

He nodded at her, and knew this would be one day he would never forget. She pushed him down onto the bed and unbuttoned his pants to release the bulge that now was unable to stay inside. He was well built and just the type of man she always fantasized about. She pulled out his hard cock and began to play with him.

"Is this how you were stroking yourself as you watched me through the fence?" She giggled.

He couldn't believe that she knew what he had been doing when he was watching her. She had let him.

She told him: "The only difference is I can put your hard cock into my hot mouth and suck your balls. How would you like that?"

He replied: "As long as I can put my tongue between your beautiful legs and lick your clit till you scream."

It was agreed between them that they both would please each other until they came. She removed her dress and had nothing on underneath. Her body was even more beautiful than he first thought. He began to touch those breasts, leaning over to lick them and put one nipple in his mouth then finally releasing them with his teeth. They stood erect, just as he was standing. He made his way to down to her belly, licking and pulling at each movement, until he finally reached her hot, dripping pussy. She was so ready for him, but he was going to tease her and make her squirm. He laid her down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs open, licking his way to the wetness. He found her clit and began to use his tongue round and round until she began to squirm. She wanted to please him before she came. She moved on top of him and first kissed him gently on the lips and watched him as she made her way down to his hard cock.

With every movement that she made, his cock reacted with enthusiasm waiting to be sucked into her mouth. First she licked the head of his cock and then licked down until she came to his balls. They were tight and needed to be released. She knew just how to care for them. She took one into her mouth at a time, slowly feeling them with her tongue and playing with them in her mouth. She moved her way up to the head of his cock once more and this time took him into her mouth, slowly moving down as far as she could put him.

Once she knew how much she could take she began working it, up and down sucking, trying to make him cum. The more she moved her head up and down on him, the more noises he made. She began to use her hands to coach the way into her mouth.

She stopped and told him to help her: "Fuck me in my mouth," she said. He wanted to fuck this woman not just for a quick one, but all night long. He did just as she asked, but first he told her to put her pussy in his face. She too did what he asked. They were both frantically trying to please each other, he was fucking her in her mouth and eating her pussy and using his fingers. She began to squirm again this time she was ready to cum and she began to make noises. As soon as he knew that she was coming he too released all his cum into her mouth.

They both laid back on her bed in ecstasy and relaxed. He now wanted to fuck this beautiful woman who gave him what he didn't expect. He leaned over to kiss her lips. He climbed on top of her and licked his way down her belly once more. Her pussy was so juicy that he slid his hard cock right in. He grabbed a hold of her and began to pump his cock in her.

Once it was all the way in, he picked her up and pushed it in further, as if he wanted it to come out her mouth. She leaned back and moaned, still coming while he was eating her. She had never had such an orgasm. This was so new to her, having it last this long.

The more he pumped into her, the stronger the waves came to her as she screamed. He continued, it seemed like for hours, as she came again and again. He could sense by the noises she was making that she somehow seemed to have lost herself, totally letting go. He loved to please a woman in this way and continued to pump his cock in her until he finally came.

As they both lay there exhausted, he said to her: "Yes that's what neighbors are for."

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Mr. Valeska

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You sat in the back row of the lecture hall, typing away furiously on your laptop as your professor Jeremiah Valeska talked about the upcoming project in the class. Your nails clacking against the keyboard and his monotonous voice were the only sounds that reached your ears as you diligently took notes. Even though you had pulled another all-nighter and your veins were practically filled with coffee at this point, you sat up straight in your chair and leaned forward. Your eyes never once strayed from the redheaded man pointing to past examples of designs taped up on the board.

Jeremiah Valeska was one of the most renowned professors at Gotham College of Architecture and Design. Even though he was young to have already made such a name for himself in his profession (he was in his mid-twenties), he was well known for being commissioned to redesign the Wayne Enterprises building in uptown Gotham and creating the world’s most challenging indoor labyrinth. It was practically impossible to navigate without having a map of the layout. When you first heard you were going to take a class from him, you were extremely excited, but a good amount nervous as well. You had looked up to him and respected his work for years.

Now, you’ve had him as a professor for a good while, and he lived up to his name. He wasn’t without his narcissistic and egotistical moments, but you could imagine being hailed as an architectural genius and a prodigy probably got to your head. Overall, he was a good teacher and you enjoyed learning from him. He inspired you, and even when the college workload was overwhelming for you sometimes, he reminded you why you had chosen this career in the first place.

“You can turn in your designs to me from now until next Friday. Any late work will automatically get a zero, and please remember that this project counts for fifteen percent of your final grade.” He glanced down at the thick leather watch around his wrist. “Class dismissed.”

The other students in the lecture hall stood from their seats, shoving their laptops into their bags. You followed suit before walking down the stairs, keeping your head low. Jeremiah walked over to his desk, and some of the girls in the class crowded around him as they usually did after every lesson. They asked him questions as they batted their lashes and bit their bottom lips, clearly infatuated. You weren’t surprised. He was the youngest professor in the college and didn’t have a ring on his finger, which automatically made him the most sought after.

He answered their questions to the best of his ability before shooing them away with a wave of his hand. They headed for the exit, shoulders slumped and frowning in disappointment. You hugged some textbooks you were carrying for some other classes close to your chest and trailed after them. You were just about to duck out of the lecture hall when Jeremiah’s clear voice came from behind you.

“Ms. (Y/L/N), could I talk to you for a moment?”

You spun around on your heel to face him. “I’m sorry I haven’t turned in my project yet,” you blurted. “I’m taking my time on it.” You were quick to close the distance between you two, walking over to his desk.

Confusion flitted over his face for a moment before he chuckled. “That’s all right. I did say you had until next Friday, didn’t I?”

You mentally cursed yourself for jumping to conclusions. You had been so on edge recently. You were attending Gotham College for Architecture and Design on a full tuition scholarship, and although you were grateful, the requirements for maintaining that scholarship were high. You had to have an A- or above in every class, and adhering to that standard kept you busy.

He leaned back against his desk. “I know you probably have another class to get to, but I just wanted to give you the recognition you’re owed. You’re a very talented and hardworking student, one of the best I’ve had in a long time.”

The corners of your lips tugged upwards into a radiant smile at his words. “Thank you, Mr. Valeska.” You felt like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders at hearing one of your idols praise you. You thought he barely knew you were in his class at all. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

“Well, you have a bright future ahead of you.” He pushed off of his desk and stepped closer to you. “Why don’t we talk about it over a cup of coffee later? All that the future has in store for you.”

He was so close to you now, you could feel the warmth radiating off of his body. The scent of his aftershave mingling with his cologne was overwhelming and invaded your senses. Your breath hitched. He couldn’t be insinuating what you thought he was. Was your mind playing tricks on you, or was your architecture professor actually asking you out?

You smiled at him sheepishly. “Oh, I don’t know...”

He pressed a hand to his chest. “Please, it would be my treat.”

“I have kind of a tight schedule.” You nervously tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

His lips curled into a smirk. “I’m sure you do.” Something about his tone sent shivers down your spine. “I bet it gets lonely, being a straight A student and all.” He placed a hand on your shoulder, his gaze boring into you. “I could make you a little less lonely.”

Goosebumps raised on your skin at his gentle touch. So your suspicions were confirmed. You had to admit, he was attractive. His pale skin complimented his red hair, and his round glasses accentuated the crystal blue of his irises. It was easy to see why so many of his students fell for him. But he was your professor; you had never thought of him as anything more. And you could only imagine what would happen to your scholarship if you went out with your professor, let alone the damage to your reputation.

You stepped out of his grasp. “I... don’t think that’s appropriate, Mr. Valeska.”

You dared to raise your head to find him looming over you, his eyes locked with yours. There was something dark lurking in the murky depths of his eyes. His lips pressed into a straight line, and his jaw ticked. A single vein creased the otherwise smooth, creamy skin of his forehead, and your jaw dropped at how fast his pulse was racing. For a second, it looked like he was going to snap, and you would be in even worse trouble than if you had just accepted his offer of a harmless, little coffee date. But then, he took a step back, and his expression softened.

“Yes, I suppose that was a little out of line of me.” To your surprise, his tone sounded as cool and even as it always did. He smoothed the fabric of his purple button up out with his hands. “I hope I didn’t cause you any discomfort.”

You let out a sigh of relief, your body going lax. You hadn’t even realized you had become so tense. “You didn’t. I... better get going before I’m late.” You backed away shyly. “I’ll see you next class, Mr. Valeska.”

“Goodbye, Ms. (Y/L/N). I meant what I said. You’re one of my smartest students; you always make the right decisions.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, a small smile coming over his face. “I look forward to seeing what you come up with for your design.”

You hurried out of the lecture hall without another word and spent the next week working on your project. You spent every free moment you had on it, staying up all night and waking up early in the morning to make sure everything was absolutely perfect. One slip up was all it would take to cost you your scholarship, so there was no room for error. You didn’t have many friends, but you’d much rather spend nights holed up in your dorm room studying than going to parties. You were sure your roommate thought you were a ghost. However, you did find yourself every now and then missing out on the desired college lifestyle. Jeremiah was right about one thing: being a straight A student was lonely.

You handed your project in the last day it was due, brimming with pride. You had a good feeling about it. After working on it for so long and all of Jeremiah’s words to you, you were sure you were going to earn a good grade.

“All right, class.” It was a week later, and Jeremiah stood at the front of the lecture hall, his arms full of blueprints. “I’ve finished grading your projects, and I’ll pass them back to you, as long as I don’t get any questions about your grades. If you have any complaints, you can see me after class.”

He went down the rows, handing each student their design. You scanned their faces as they looked down to assess their grades. Some of them twisted their lips into a frown, some smiled smugly to themselves, and some maintained blank expressions. You were in the very back row by yourself as usual, so you were the last one to get your project. You smiled at Jeremiah as he approached you, but he barely looked at you as he set your design down in front of you. He turned away and walked back to the front of the class.

You furrowed your brow. Odd. But who would Jeremiah Valeska be if he wasn’t odd? You looked down at the square sheet of graph paper in front of you. It was placed face down, and you turned it over. Your eye was immediately drawn to the number written in red pen on top and circled twice.

Wait, you couldn’t have read that right. You squinted at the paper as you looked at it again, but it was still there, written in neat handwriting. How was this possible? You had slaved over this project, poured hour after hour of work into it. It may not have been perfect, but there was no way it was deserving of a thirty-one percent.

You could feel panic rising inside of you as realization settled in. If this was in fact your grade, that meant you had failed, and this project made up fifteen percent of your total grade, which meant that you could get perfect scores on the rest of your assignments and still not get an A- for the year, which meant that you would lose your scholarship...

Oh, my God. He was punishing you for not going out with him.

Your hands curled into clenched fists, any dread you had before replaced by unadulterated rage. Jeremiah had moved onto a new lesson, but you were too in a daze to pay attention. Your brain was flooded with multiple emotions at once. How could he abuse his power like this? And just because you hadn’t returned his advances? How childish could he be?

You were so absorbed in your thoughts, you didn’t notice everyone else around you getting out of their seats. You shook yourself out of your trance and stood up, gathering your belongings. You waited until the other students filed out of the door to charge towards Jeremiah. You tugged on the strap of your messenger bag and slammed your project onto his desk in front of him.

“What the hell is this?” you seethed through gritted teeth.

He looked up from where he was typing away on his laptop. “Your grade, Ms. (Y/L/N).” He feigned oblivion. “I thought that would be obvious.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I know that’s my grade, but I put a lot of effort into this project.” You gestured down to the red print on the graph paper. “There is no way I could’ve earned this.”

He pushed the frames of his glasses up the bridge of his nose and glanced down at your project. “Well, for starters, all of the measurements are incorrect.”

You clenched your jaw. “That’s impossible.” You had checked those measurements ten times over.

“Maybe take this as a life lesson, Ms. (Y/L/N). We don’t always get what we think we deserve.” He flashed you a forced smile before focusing back on his laptop screen.

You didn’t move as he resumed typing. You stayed glued to the spot, eyes burning a whole in him. Your voice sliced through the silence that had enveloped you, “Is this because I didn’t go on a date with you?”

His hands froze, his long, thin fingers hovering over the keys. “That’s a bold accusation, Ms. (Y/L/N).”

“Well, this is a big deal. I could lose my scholarship.” You shifted your weight onto your other foot. “I would hate to have to report you to the administration.”

He spun around in his desk chair to face you at last, cracking an amused smirk. “You’re going to report one of the faculty’s most highly revered professors for giving you a bad grade over a conversation that may or may not have happened?”

Hearing it out loud, you realized how ridiculous it sounded. Jeremiah had a spotless reputation. If it came down to your word against his, and you knew it would, no way would they believe you over him. They would just take you for a silly, little college girl who was miffed about not getting everything handed to her on a silver platter.

Your shoulders slumped in defeat. “Fine, you win. I’ll write more papers, I’ll clean your office, whatever it takes. I just can’t lose my scholarship. I’ll do anything.”

He pressed his hands against the arms of his chair and rose to his feet. You took a sharp breath as he towered over you. “Anything?” His tone was abnormally deep.

You hesitated before nodding your head. He raised his hand to run his cold fingertips over your chin. You stiffened under his touch, tingles shooting down your spine. He leaned down so his lips were right next to your ear.

“You can show how much of a good girl you are for your professor by getting on your knees,” he purred, his lips grazing the shell of your ear as he spoke.

Your lips parted in shock. You raised your head to meet his eyes, and let out a quiet gasp at what you saw. His pupils were blown wide with lust, his irises reduced to mere rims like the eyes of a shark when it smells blood in the water. The blue of his eyes had darkened to the shade of the murky depths of the ocean, or the cloudy sky during a thunderstorm. His touch was just as electric.

You took a step back, causing his fingers to leave your chin. “You can’t be serious...” You hated how small your voice sounded.

He dropped his arm to his side. “Why not? You said you were willing to do anything.”

“You’re forcing me to suck you off so I don’t lose my scholarship,” you stated bluntly.

“I’m not forcing you to do anything.” His tone was cold and unfeeling and emotionless. “I’m offering you a choice. What you choose is up to you.”

Yeah, and some kind of choice it is. You took your bottom lip between your teeth. You didn’t really have any other option. “And if I do go through with it...”

“I promise to change your grade to a hundred percent for the project, therefore saving your grade,” he offered. “But that all depends on you.” He was back in your space again, pushing away a strand of hair that had fallen in your face and cupping your cheek. “Now do you want to be my good girl?”

You nibbled on your bottom lip anxiously. Mustering what was left of your dignity, you nodded, and within an instant, his lips were on yours. Your eyes widened in surprise. He moved his lips against yours, and your nerve endings were set on fire. You wished you could say that you despised the kiss, but you found yourself enjoying the way his soft, warm lips felt on yours. You fluttered your eyes closed and parted your lips, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. You quickly relinquished dominance and let him control the kiss.

He pulled away and gazed down at you. You were flushed and out of breath, your lips red and swollen. You felt your cheeks growing hot with embarrassment at how obvious it was that you had enjoyed kissing him. “I don’t do this with my students, you know.” He ran his thumb over your cheek. “But there’s something special about you. I just can't put my finger on it,” he grinned, “but I will.”

He moved his hands to rest on your shoulders and pressed down. You let him and fell to your knees in front of him. You stared up at him wearily as he pulled down the zipper on his pants. He pulled his cock out of his pants, and you blinked. He was already hard and easily the biggest you had ever seen. You had no idea how you were supposed to fit all of him in your mouth.

He chuckled at your reaction. “Go ahead, Ms. (Y/L/N).” He moved forward so the head of his cock poked your lips. “Don’t just stare at it.”

You let out a small sigh. Let’s get this over with. You reluctantly stuck out your tongue to taste him, his precum coating your tastebuds. You swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock. You closed your eyes, listening as his breath caught in his throat. You wrapped your lips around him and set a slow pace as you bobbed up and down on his length.

“Use your hand, Ms. (Y/L/N).” His voice was strained and breathy. You did as he said and wrapped your fingers around the base of his shaft. You worked your way down his length and pumped what you couldn’t fit in your mouth with your hand. “Look at me.” Your eyes snapped open at his command, and you looked up to see him leering down at you. You made it about halfway down his cock before you felt the back of your throat closing up. You stayed content with this until Jeremiah said, “Relax your throat.”

You took a deep breath through your nose and tried to listen to his instructions. You moved down a little farther, but immediately regretted it when you felt your gag reflex acting up. You pulled back, but before you could get him out of your mouth, he threaded his fingers through your hair. He yanked you down his length at the same time he thrust into your mouth, shoving more of him down your throat than you were used to. You gagged, your throat painfully constricting around his cock, and pushed at his hips to get away from him. He easily ignored your efforts, however, and fucked your mouth at a rapid pace.

“That’s it,” he groaned, leaning his head back. “I knew you were a fast learner. Oh!” he exclaimed as he fully sheathed himself inside of your mouth, burying your nose in the nest of pubic hair at the base of his shaft.

Your jaw ached desperately, and your throat burned as he stuffed his cock into your mouth. His fingers held your hair so tightly as he tugged your head up and down his length, you were sure he would tear some strands from your scalp. Tears leaked out of the corner of your eyes and spilled down your cheeks, mixing with the blend of saliva and precum dribbling from your chin. You wanted to cry or scream, but any noise you made came out as a gurgle around his cock. You sucked in breaths of air through your nose, but it wasn’t enough to fill your lungs. Black dots started to form over your vision, and you prayed he finished before you passed out. You felt like a sex doll being used and abused all for his pleasure.

Finally, he pulled you off of his length, and you gasped for air. You sat back on your heels, whimpering softly. You hadn’t expected him to treat you so roughly. Panic and confusion filled you once again, however, when you realized his hand was still in your hair and he hadn’t cum yet.

“You didn’t think that was all I wanted, did you?” He pulled you to your feet by your hair, and you yelped. He untangled his hand from your hair only to shove you so you bent over the edge of his desk.

“Jeremiah, stop!” You pressed your hands flat against his desk and tried to push yourself up, but he pinned you down with one hand on your back.

“That’s Mr. Valeska to you,” he growled. He made quick work of your jeans and panties, pulling them down your legs. They fell to your ankles, leaving you completely exposed to him. “Don’t you want to work for your grade, Ms. (Y/L/N)?”

You glanced nervously at the door to the lecture hall out of the corner of your eye. It was still unlocked. Anyone could enter or walk by and see your architecture professor fucking you on his desk. “What if someone hears us?” you said, hoping he would come to his senses.

Your hopes were squashed, however, when you felt him line up with your entrance. “Better be quiet, then.”

He pushed into you much deeper than you were ready for, and you hissed like a pissed off cat. Your walls painfully constricted around the foreign member penetrating you. “Ow!” you whined. “You’re hurting me!”

He didn’t let up. “You’ll get used to taking me.” You didn't like the intention behind his statement, but he impaled you again, and your mind went fuzzy like tv static.

He wasted no time rutting into you at an inhumanly fast pace, stretching your pussy with each snap of his hips against yours. Your body jolted, and you grabbed onto the lip of the desk to steady yourself, your knuckles turning white. The noise of your bodies banging against the desk in time with his thrusts, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, and his animalistic grunts echoed in the spacious lecture hall. A bump against the desk sent his coffee mug hurtling over the side, shattering into a thousand ceramic pieces and staining the white tile with dark brown liquid. He didn’t seem to care. Your head fell limp on the desk as the harsh treatment of your pussy continued, and you found yourself staring down at your project. Your cheek stuck to it, and leftover saliva on your chin besmirched the otherwise stark graph paper.

He leaned over so his chest was pressed against your back, your ribs digging into the desk with every thump. “Tell me how it feels,” he whispered right into your ear.

You arched your back against him and threw your head back. “So... so good!” Your voice sounded strange to your own ears. It was high-pitched and wracked with pleasure.

“So good what?” He reached around to rub your clit at the same pace he pounded into you.

You felt the beginning of a painful orgasm twisting in the pit of your stomach. “So good, Mr. Valeska!” Your volume increased, and so did the intensity in your gut. A few more thrusts, and you were done for. Your pussy clenched down on his cock as he forced an orgasm out of you, a high-pitched wail escaping your raw throat.

His fingers dug into your hips as he fucked you through your orgasm, leaving bruises you were sure you would see in the mirror later. You felt his hips hinder as he exploded inside of you, painting your walls with his seed. He let out a low groan, hunching his shoulders and curving his spine. He thrust into you a few more times to get all of his cum out before pulling out of you.

With him no longer holding you up, your knees buckled, and you collapsed on top of the desk, your limbs limp and lifeless. Your chest heaved up and down, and your body was coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Your matted, greasy hair clung to your forehead, and your face was coated with dried up saliva and tears. You felt absolutely used to the fullest extent, but also somehow satisfied as you came down from your high.

“You definitely earned your A, Ms. (Y/L/N).” Jeremiah’s voice was soft as he rubbed gentle circles over your clit, sending pleasurable aftershocks rippling through you. You felt his cum drip out of your pussy and run down your thighs. “I look forward to working with you more in the future.”

Your ears pricked up, and you lifted your head off of the desk, despite how your sore muscles ached in complaint. “I thought this was the only time.” You looked at him over your shoulder.

“Not if you want to keep your good grade, it’s not.” He fixed his slightly askew glasses before leaning forward and pecking your cheek. “But you made the right choice. You certainly are my brightest student.”


Lamia Pathsways 9b

You’re certain it’s safe to look at the lamia as long as you don’t get wrapped up in staring at her. That just makes sense—keep your senses and don’t get lulled so you lose yourself. It feels nice and floaty to sway with her in a little dance; she rotates her head, but as dizzying as that is you’re sure you can keep your senses and stay cognizant.

Sleep little human,” sings the lamia, “gaze at me . . .”

You’re not sure how you could do both those things, but, sleepy as you are, you’re not ready to doze off just yet. The lamia’s colorful eyes are fascinating; you’d like to examine them more. You know she’s trying to do something to you, a tingle spreading through your head like ripples in a pool, but as long as you remain aware of that you can resist and experience how relaxing yet stimulating it feels. As long as you don’t get wrapped up in her beauty it’s safe to stare at her for a while.

The lamia chuckles. “You love how pretty my eyes are, you love just staring into them.” You ignore her sweet, syrupy voice; every word she speaks slips softly in your ears and fluffs your mind like a yielding pillow, but you can’t let yourself get wrapped up in her words.

She rubs your shoulder. You try to shrug her off but can’t move; you feel heavy, your arm slack. You’re too relaxed to want to move. That weighted feeling grows as something slinks over your legs and circles around your back, rising around your torso. You consider looking down at what’s wrapping around you, but you’re too distracted by the lamia’s swaying, absorbed in staring at her beautiful, glowing eyes. Maybe you should look away, but it feels so nice and pleasing to stare; it’s still perfectly safe. As long as you don’t get too wrapped up in her beauty it’s not dangerous to gaze into her eyes.

Just relax,” she croons, slipping her other hand behind your back. You were so focused on her pulsating stream of lovely colors you didn’t realize how close she’d crept. You pull back but can’t move; scales slide up your torso, pinning your arms down, and you remain still. You really don’t want to move away, anyway; you want to move closer, examine her beautiful eyes as closely as you can.

Let yourself sink into me.”

You sink, as she says, settling into the embrace of her thick, soft tail squeezing over your body. Her eyes shimmer out into the world, her vivid colors splashing over your vision. Your eyelids droop, you’re so sleepy, but you push your eyes open. It hasn’t become dangerous to look yet, and you want to stare with every moment you can.

After all, it’s safe to . . .

Just as long . . .

As long as you . . .

The lamia sings you to sleep, implanting the word, sleep, sleep, into your sleepy, slippery, spellbound mind. She twirls your hair and scratches your head and you moan at her close, careful touch. You go slack in her coils as her tail slithers over your shoulders, engulfing your body in her thick scaly tail, slipping the last loops around your neck and squeezing snugly. You can’t move an inch now, but you’re not concerned.

It’s safe to stare as long as you don’t let yourself get completely and utterly wrapped up in her beauty.

As the last whispers of that thought fade away your mouth grins, eyes open wide to absorb every bit of your beautiful lamia love’s heavenly swirling light as possible. As she slithers her tail further, thicker, tighter to wrap you up head to toe your mind fills with the desire for your sight to be drowned by her glamour, to have on your mind only her and her ravishing colors. All you want is to know only the beautiful lamia’s love.

You’re completely safe, absolutely safe to be fully and perfectly wrapped up, wrapped up in the lamia’s beauty, and wrapped up in the lamia’s silken, squeezing, safe tail.

At some point you did the thing that wasn’t safe. But then, in the end, your definition of safe changed from safe from the lamia to safe with the lamia.
And there’s no reason to think you’re not perfectly safe hypnotized.
And, there’s no reason to think when you’re hypnotized.


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A Fantasy Come True

She was standing on a quiet beach when the call came. Only a few people were around; the beach was calm with a slight breeze and she sat on the waters edge.

She looked at her phone and knew who it was, blushing at the thought of talking to him. They had planned this encounter online, and she thought it was a bit odd but she would do anything for him. She loved him. He picked the time and beach that she was to go to; he had it all planned out.

She answered her mobile soft and sweet, “Hello my baby.”

She was very surprised at the sound she heard back, this being the first time she had heard his voice. With a deep, sexy but soft sensual tone he said, “Hello, my princess, are you ready?”

“Yes, I’m ready,” she replied a little nervously.

He asked her to go to the far end of the beach, to a little rock pool. While she walked there he spoke to her, telling her how much he loved her and wanted her. He had her hypnotised with his voice. She arrived at the rock pool and there was no one around, she was alone.

He told her to lay her beach blanket out, get istanbul escort her tanning oil ready and to put her earpiece in her phone she was going to need both hands for this.

He asked her to strip down to her swimsuit and lay down on the blanket. She obeyed. He told her to get the oil and rub it all over her body while he whispered to her what he would do to her it he were there beside her. She started rubbing the oil on her arms and shoulders, then to her stomach.

He whispered to her just then, “Take off your top.” She did. He told her to apply oil to her breasts while he continued to talk to her of his love for her and his fantasy dreams of what he would love to do to her body. The sound of his voice, the words he was saying, the cool breeze gently flowing across her body, her hands applying the oil: everything combined as her mind, body and heart began to respond. It was almost as if he was there. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what if would be like, and to her amazement found that it wasn’t so hard to do.

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