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Nina
And The
Pernicious Professor
By
“Prey4Me”
Part II
An erotic story of rape and forced sex
intended for adult enjoyment only.
He moved to the end of the couch, above her head, looping his arms through her armpits. Then he pulled her, on her back, towards him, until her neck was even with the edge of the couch—and her head was extended beyond it. He cradled her head in his palms and looked down into her green eyes.
“Just because I fucked you, Nina, doesn’t mean I’m through with you.” His voice was soft, mockingly affectionate, as if he were explaining a math problem that was beyond her tender understanding. “I may be old enough to be your father, Nina, but you know, I’m not just well-endowed in cock size. I’m over-endowed in stamina!”
Nina looked up at him blankly. On a superficial mental level, she knew what he was saying, but it just wasn’t registering. Nina instinctively pushed her skirt down, squeezing her legs together, in a weak gesture of maintaining modesty. Mark paid no mind to her defensive body language. He wasn’t interested in the anatomy below the waist—he was done with that! He got down on his knees, and planted another hard, wet kiss on her lips, pushing her head with his hands against his lips.
Mark kissed her and kissed her hard. Nina’s body was rigid with dread, as she grabbed the couch coverings in her fists and squeezed her legs tightly together. “I love the taste of my cum when it’s in the mouth of a beautiful girl!” he said as he broke for a breath. Then he went back to kissing her: long, hard, wet, with his tongue pushing deep into her compliant mouth.
All Nina had done with guys, before, was a bit of tight-puckered kissing and smooching. And now this, a “kiss” drenched with saliva and flavored with a man’ cum! He kept his left palm pushing her head upwards against his mouth, but his right hand moved down her body, kneading her big tits, and then down her flat tummy to her belly. Nina’s skirt and half-slip had moved down, but he pulled them back up again and was again groping her sore, wet pussy—goosing her, sliding his fingers all over her sensitive labia, penetrating her with one, two, then three fingers, digging in and out, violating her anew!
Lying on her back, Nina’s breasts pushed upwards magnificently, while her head and pageboy locks drooped over the sofa’s edge. He grabbed his office chair, and lowered the seat, positioning the curve of his ass at the chair’s edge.
Upside down, Nina was looking right at his cock. It seemed to be bigger now, more menacing. Mark spread his fingers across her throat, with his thumb right on that sensitive pressure point. “Come on, girl, show me how well you’ve learned your lesson!” Nina knew he meant business. A little pressure, and the flow of blood and oxygen to her brain ceased. She panicked, thrashing her feet. “Open up, now, open your mouth, you’re going to eat cock, my gorgeous colored math scholar!” Another wave of purplish black shot through her brain. Nina arched her back, grabbing the edges of the couch.
She threw her head all the way down, and opened her mouth. Mark slid his cock right in—and deep, too! Her throat was positioned so that it was perfectly aligned with his cock’s horizontal erection. She gasped for air, but got nothing but penis, shoved deep into her mouth, right into the top of her throat!
“I better not feel your teeth, wench! I’ll make you sorry!”
He pulled out, and pushed his meat back in. Nina gagged and choked, and took in as much air through her nose as she could. His penis tasted awful, a mixture of salt and sour and it was all slimy and sticky, but he kept pushing it in and out raping her mouth! “Mmmmmrph….mmmph!” she moaned
“Yeah, baby, my beautiful brown baby, eat it…eat my meat!” he cooed. He rolled the chair in close, and leaned forward, gripping each tit with a hand, and gave them a good squeeze.
“ooooOOOOOOOOOPH!” Nina gurgled and gasped The chair wheels squeaked as he rocked back and forth, pushing his prick in and out of her mouth. Every thrust in hit the top of her throat.
Her mouth eventually generated enough saliva so the taste wasn’t so wretched. Or maybe she was just getting used to it. But there was no relief from the humiliation of lying on her back, stripped mostly naked, with her professor’s prick pushing in and out of her mouth! Nina hadn’t the least idea of how to orally please a man, not that Mark cared much. The length of his big, fat prick moved against her thin lips, and was getting plenty of stimulation—especially when he was all the way in, and the purple knob of his manhood was jamming the tight confines of her esophagus! As long as her mouth was wide open, and she kept her teeth clear, her mouth was a quite adequate an orifice for him to rape!
His hands got rougher and rougher with her tits, squeezing them, and gripping them hard. It was partly sadistic indulgence, and also for balance as he leaned forward and back, forward and back. A few times Nina tried to would let push his paws away, but he would bat her feeble hands away.
He maintained that firm grip on her tits, and he held them, fondled them, gripped them, and pinched her nipples. He was getting more excited as he slowly built up to his second climax. He rose off the chair, leaning over her. Mark gripped her large, bruised orbs really hard now, leaning on her breasts, delivering more of his body weight to his palms—and Nina’s chest—delivering more pressure and pain. “Uuuuuuuuuuuchgggg….” She moaned. The sexiopathic professor was further excited with the misery he was inflicting on his student: she was more than a vessel to cum in—she was prey to be psychologically devoured. He concentrated on angling his dick into her mouth and throat to gain the optimum stimulation.
And did he get it! Either he managed a more intense degree of penetration, or Nina’s throat was being stretched more—or both—but Mark somehow managed to shove all of his big, super-fat hog completely into the coed’s beautiful, inverted face! “aaaaaargh… uuuuuuucccch…..oooooouuugh….” Nina gagged and groaned with the vicious face-fuck. Her lips were stretched to the maximum, and she felt utterly filthy and humiliated.
Racked with all this torment Nina stiffened her body as he viciously shoved his dick in and out of her. Nina’s nose scraped against his coarse pubic hair. (In the midst of this torment, she oddly noted that there were strands of gray in them!) His balls bounced and jiggled against her chin every time he rammed his cock home.
Nina couldn’t believe this was happening to her: it was surreal. Parts of her conscious mind and sensory apparatus would begin to shut down in self-protection, and then, in his lustful ecstasy, he would grip and maybe twist a boob more tightly, sending a fresh spasm of agony through her petite body. Somehow, the idea of biting his penis never entered her numbed-out mind. It just seemed too big and thick and muscular to do anything about, like it was dog’s over-sized rawhide chewtoy, just hard and impenetrable.
Besides, he was so far down her esophagus her gag reflex was constantly provoked, forcing her mouth involuntarily wide.
The face-fuck went on and on. His previous orgasm meant longer and more intense stimulation was required, and the oral rape continued apace. Nina drifted in and out of conscious thought. Sometimes she just lay back, mentally vacant, semi-stunned as the huge purplish white prick drove in and out of her mouth, and his large, powerful hands mauled her breasts, leaned against her hips, or wrapped around her ribcage or waist, whenever he adjusted his angle or redistributed his weight.
But most of the time, Nina was very cognizant of what was happening to her: she groaned when he moved his hands to her breasts, knowing that they were subject to fresh torment. Whenever she tried to move his hands off them, he slapped them away, and once punched her right in the stomach. The resulting knot of pain never went completely away, leaving a residual hurt that lasted well into the long, long night.
Time was meaningless. Over and over, his rape-shaft pushed through her sore lips and plunged into her even-more-sore throat. His testicles swayed and bounced against her nose and eyes: large, sperm-filled nuts in an ugly beigy-pinkish ballbag. She could see the veins crossing his scrotum, with scattered pubic hairs sticking out. The tender coed had never seen a man naked before—and now she had this sex monster’s gross anatomy shoving against her tender green eyes—and right down her throat!
Nina’s mental drift was aborted when she noticed Professor Smith grunting with increased, staccato gasps, accompanying a faster and even deeper shoves down her throat. Even in her state of shock, Nina sensed that she was being, well, “more raped” than before—longer thrusts, deeper ones, and faster, faster, faster! “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugggghhhh! Oh, Ugggh!” Mark was becoming more fervent in his motions, driving his fat dick even deeper down her throat, impossible as that would have seemed. His actions appeared to be downright desperate. Her tits were being pulled and twisted, sore as they were, but he relinquished them and hooked her armpits, shoving her face tight to his crotch. Suddenly there was one more, deepest-ever shove down into her throat, and she heard Mark utter a long bass grunt: “Uhhhhh—OOOOH—UGGGGGGH!”
With a loud, porcine grunt, he ejaculated—a modest but distinct wash of cum flooded her throat, her mouth, all warm and sweet and sticky and salty. He pulled out, and shoved his meat into the girl’s battered mouth yet again, issuing another shot of semen into her. He pulled back—he was still quite hard—and pushed his prick back in, but only about half his length, filling Nina’s mouth, but falling short of her throat.
He leaned over her for a long, poignant moment. With everything that had happened to her and filled her mouth, Nina was aware that little gushes and small flows of cum continued to leak out of the tip of his cock into her mouth. The stuff was all over her oral cavity: on her roof, all around her tongue, with little balls of ejaculate stuck in her teeth and gums.
He continued to lean over her, breathing hard, catching his breath. He studied her face, with his prick still inside her mouth. Nina’s eyes were unfocused and glassy. Inexplicably, she modestly sucked his dick, closing her lips and pulling on it with an even, gentle draught. He leaned over her, motionless and breathing hard. Drops of male sweat fell down on her chest, her bruised beasts, her flat brown tummy. Once she tried to pull her head away from his loins, to discharge it free her mouth, at last, from the invasive prick, but he held the sides of her head, and locked her head between her thighs.
“Just keep it there, stay sill, my little brown beauty!”
His voice was gentle and soft, like a lover’s. “Just keep it there, my cock belongs in you, you were made for my cock, you know that? You do, you do.”
He finally caught his breath.. Both their pulses were returning to normal.
“You’re so beautiful, Nina. Your body was made for cock, my cock, just like your mind was made for math, you know that? And I am here to give you both—math for your mind, and cock for your body. Just keep it there, suck it a bit, suck me dry, get every bit of my cum out, into your mouth, into your tummy, just suck it, suck it, drain me dry, and then you’re done.”
Unthinking, Nina obeyed, and rewarded her rapist with soft little sucks. They were not intense, but they felt good to the professor. Subtlely, the girl was succumbing to a kind of a Stockholm syndrome compliance with her abuser. “You’ve never had a man before, Nina. I’m your first, and I’ll satisfy your need for a man, a need you’re only finding out about, now. Just keep sucking it, Nina, that’s right, my little brown beauty, suck it, suck it, yeah baby, mmmm….suck it!:
At last, at long, long last, Professor Mark Smith was getting soft. His cock was like a thick, pink snake, sliding in and out, gently, and Nina delivered her soft little sucks. She sucked him for three, maybe four minutes. She tried to clean her mouth of the strings and balls of semen, and so inadvertently move her tongue against his penis giving him little spasms of pleasure. His loins would jerk with the delight.
“Nice, Nina, nice! You’re a natural—you have a gift for cocksucking just like you do for calculus, my calculating little cocksucker, Nina!”
With his last little joke, he withdrew. The young coed had no previous exposure to manhood to compare. Had she known, she would have been astonished that there was still upright strength in his cock—it extended forward, parallel to the ground, defying gravity, situation, and satiation.
And this man—her mentor, her ideal of white manhood—was her rapist, old enough to be her father!
Mark moved to the side of the couch, and sat next to her. Nina gazed off the side, away from him. He slid his fingers into her hair above her ear, and directed her face so he was in her line of sight. Neither said anything. They just looked at each other. He stroked her body, running his hand up and down her torso, cupping her breasts, down her tummy, to her thighs, and her pussy. It was as though he had never been violent, although the lingering pain in her tits and nipples testified otherwise.
He slid his fingers into her cunt, two and three at a time, finger-fucking her, and flicked her cunt curls with his thumb. Her eyes began to focus, and fixed upon his strong, patrician face, his distinguished graying hair, then moved to his strong pectorals, and finally down to his tight abdomen. Her gaze then locked on his penis, so thick, still somewhat hard, protruding from his nest of cockhair, just above his thighs.
He took her hand, and put it on his penis, pressing her fingers so her fist encircled the thick thing. It was still wet. He guided her wrist so her dainty hand went up and down, masturbating him. He kept running the fingertips of his other hand all over her belly, the insides of her thighs, and her pussy, playing with her tight African curls, and sliding fingers in and out of her cunt.
“Please, Mark. No more. No more. Haven’t you done enough,…had enough? Just…just…leave me alone. Let me…go…please…”
“I’ve wanted you so much, so long. No, Nina, I’m keeping you here, at least for now. I can’t let you go. You’re my brown sugar. My cock has a mind of its own, and it’s wanted you for the longest time—it has so much catching up to do!”
Nina was utterly spent, and didn’t do anything to stop him. She felt so powerless. He pulled her up tp a sitting positoin, and pulled the remnants of the blue silk blouse down her shoulders. He yanked until the distressed shoulder seems finally gave up, and ripped into small shredded remanants. Nina watched blankly as only the buttoned cuffs offered resistance, but they, too, tore apart in ruins. He located the side clasp of her blue pleated skirt, and yanked it. The waistband broke apart, and split down the side zipper. He pulled the mussed up thing off her thighs, out from under her ass, and then shredded the bunched up taffeta half-slip, too. Oddly, after all this, a remnant of her white satin panties were still clinging to her waist. With a small pull she was now—at last—completely naked.
Stripping her further quietly but powerfully communicated that she was still his sexual prisoner.
Be lay down alongside her, half at her side, half atop her, imprisoning her between his rugged body and the couch’s back. Nothing was said. He slipped an arm under her neck, cradling her head in the crook of his elbow. His right arm encircled her waist, like a lover’s embrace. He threw a leg over hers.
“You’re done, aren’t you, Professor?” She hoped the use of his professional title would somehow affect things. “You’re all done, right? Please, let me go.”
“No, no, Nina, not now. No. Can’t have you walking around campus in this condition, can we? We’ll just stay here and wait, relax. Later, when it’s darker and not so many people are around, I’ll take you back to your dorm.”
“I want to go now.”
“Just lie back, please. I insist.”
He pressed himself down on her. A moment ago it was a kind of obscene snuggle. Now it felt confining.
She lay there, hands at her sides, enclosed beneath and within him. He was quiet now. Sleeping, perhaps? There was a bit of relief for her. The violent penetration of his over-sized penis into her pussy, mouth, and throat had ceased, but she ached all over, with special concentrations of lingering pain in her throat and cunt. She noticed how sore her breasts were. She had always been so proud of her gloriously firm and round breasts—now she hated herself for having them, they were such a source of torment!
Nina focused on his creamy white skin, inches from her almond eyes. His body tone was harder than she had previously realized: he was quite muscular. She had so admired mature, confident, successful white men, like Professor Smith. “Black boys, they just want to fuck you and run off,” she had heard black sisters complain. “They don’t hang around and talk or cuddle, they just fuck you with their baby-makers and they gone!”
And here she was, lying quietly, intimately, with a sexy, mature powerful white man.
A successful man whom many a girl would consider quite a catch.
A man of respect and accomplishment.
An establishment man whose wife was the envy of many a woman.
A white man who had just raped her!
Careful what you wish for, Nina. You might get it!
It was intensely bittersweet. And definitely more bitter than sweet.
He shifted his weight. She felt his penis pressing against her thigh. She tried to retreat deeper into the chine of the sofa, but he settled more of his weight on her. Her arms felt compressed, so she squeezed one arm under his waist, and the other over it. She was, effectively, hugging him. The cruel irony wasn’t lost on her. I’m hugging Mark, my rapist… But her arms and shoulders were a little more comfortable.
The move also moved her hips up and out a bit. Her vagina was now pressing up against his thick, fat, and somewhat…hard…cock! Nina had been a very inexperienced virgin. She didn’t know that most men go flaccid after an orgasm, and would be absolutely soft for some time until the man managed to achieve second sexual performance. She should have been—but wasn’t—cognizant that something quite unusual was occurring: Professor Smith maintained a kind of residual hardness!
He lay upon her, dozing lightly. The sensitive bottom of his prick moved against the small, tight curls of her pussy. Small movements stimulated and aroused him. Time passed, and the office grew very dark. The academic building was absolutely quiet, and the silence was broken by occasional voices passing on the sidewalk below. She debated with herself whether she should scream? For what purpose? The gorgeous young scholar was dazed and disoriented. Nina found herself slipping in and out of an erratic sleep. Sometimes they dozed together; other times, one at a time.
Nina managed to gain a tolerable degree of comfort, holding him in a light embrace as he remained half upon her…
Finding…his cock,…his cock getting hard…again!
Sleepfullly, Mark began to grind his loins into hers. His cock got harder…stiffer. He stirred to wakefulness, and pulled himself tighter into the awkward but mutual embrace. Now his movements up and down her body were quie deliberate.
“No, Mark, no more—not again—please, you promised!”
“Promised what?” he murmured. “I never promised shit!” His face was close to her ear, and her hair tickled his nose. Then his voice turned quiet. “You know, you smell fantastic? You have this great mix of sex and perfume and shampoo.”
“You promised that you’d let me go when it got late. You’re not going to, to,…well, do it again.”
“Do what again?” He was aroused again, no question. Teasing her excited him all the more.
“It. It!”
“What’s ‘it’ ?
“Sex. You know, sex.”
“You mean, ‘fucking. Say it. ‘Fucking.’ I want to hear you say it. Say, ‘fuck!’”
Mark moved completely on top of her. His prick was hard now, rock hard---there was no mistaking his rejuvenated lust, or his intentions. He kissed her, one of those hard, wet, overwhelming kisses, covering her mouth, driving his tongue deep into her. Nina’s left arm was pinned in against the sofa back. He held her right arm over her head with a free hand, and grabbed her hair with his right, forcing her face up.
“Hot damn, I’ve just got to fuck you again, Nina, my beautiful brown-skinned math genius! Think all I was doing this year was admiring your mind? You have no idea how intensely I need to shove my cock deep into your beautiful brown body, and go on fucking you, fucking you, fucking you!”
Tears trickled down her eyes, again. Her plight seemed as endless as it was hopeless. “Please, no—don’t do—don’t… fuck…me, don’t!”
“I want to, and I will. No going back now! Whatever happens, happens, Nina—and that means one more fuck!”
The professor was back in full rape mode. He forced her legs open with his knees. He ground his loins into her, and his prick slid up and down her vagina, forcing her lubrication. Nina was a sexual being now, and she couldn’t prevent her body from its automatic response, as her womb anticipated sexual intercourse.
“Mark, haven’t you had enough? In the name of mercy, please, not again!”
Mercy was not a part of the creep’s character. His cock needed no guidance or help, but instinctively found the opening to the diminutive coed’s cunt, and entered in.
It hurt. Not as much as before, but it still hurt. Nina was wet, but she was just too small a girl for the fist-thick manhood Professor Smith wielded. He let go of her arms, but held her head tightly in his. “Keep your eyes open, Nina. I love looking at your eyes!” His manner was almost like a lover’s—but a controlling, demanding one. Nina had no choice but to look into his steely gray-blue eyes. He kissed her a lot. Sometimes he lowered his head, others he raised hers to meet him, but they were his cold, sexual, selfish kisses, with his mouth wide and his tongue deep.
“Where did a black girl like you get eyes like you’ve got?” he gasped as he raped her. “Almond shaped and soooo….green!”
Nina had so longed for a man to make love to her, to caress her soul with a verbal fawning over her extraordinary eyes. “Black guys are always going for white sluts,” she had thought, “What if I got a white man—a real gentleman—to go for me?” And now it was happening—with her rapist!
(Be careful what you wish for, Nina; you might get it!)
Tears trickled from her exotic green eyes, down her cheeks, as her mathematics professor raped her for the third time!
And so Nina’s ordeal proceeded. Having no comparative sexual experience or lovers, she was thus innocent of knowing that a man’s third erection in a single evening would require lots and lots of time and stimulation to achieve climax! His manhood slid in and out, in and out, in and out…long, even, steady—and still painful—strokes, penetrating and filling her sore little cunt. She found that a certain width of her thighs reduced the pain, but just a bit. Thrusting her pelvis forward against his lunges helped a little too, but she tried to avoid this motion, thinking that he might interpret it as some demonstration of pleasure or reciprocated passion.
Nina was being raped, and she wanted there to be no confusion. She was very alert this time; there was no fading in and out of her trance-like states as before. The tiny amount of lingering admiration for her white mentor was now crushed by hatred. As his hips rose and fell upon hers, and as his cock slid in and out of her fuck channel, she hated him more and more. How many black women have been forced to pleasure their white superiors, masters, bosses, owners? She wondered.
“Ugh!”
Occasion thrusts were harder or sharper or deeper, rendering her pain more acute.
“Ugh-oh, oh, oh, UGH!”
Nina had long wondered what sex would really be like, but had conceived it, and fantasized about it, only in terms of romantic lovemaking with a devoted husband. Fearful of his chokehold technique, she was forced to “obey” her “master,” and kept her soft, almond eyes open, all so that his sexual experience was enhanced.
Sometimes he just pressed his cheek against hers, scratching her with the gray stubble of his beard. And he spoke to her more during this rape, confusing her with an odd, psychotic mixture of endearments and insults. He showered her with compliments, remarking that her large breasts were “magnificent,” her skin was “bronzed satin,” her body was that of a goddess. Yet it slipped out that she was a “black whore;” and later, a “worthless little cunt.” She was “extraordinary,” and “an exotic bronze beauty.” But he also called her “fuckmeat;” and a “mediocre cocksucker, at best!” “You’re about as useful as a streetwalking whore, as you are a math scholar,” he opined as his pink penis worked her pussy over. And worst of all, she deserved her rape because she dressed her perfect body like a “cockteasing bitch!”
Nina lay as dormant as possible, enduring the assault, hoping and waiting for it to end. Oddly, for all the church in her upbringing, she never thought of praying, let alone forgiving him. He banged away at her, fucking her endlessly, it seemed. All the while, Nina kept her beautiful eyes open, so he could enjoy looking into hers, while he raped her.
And she looked at his gray-blues, hating him more and more the whole while. She didn’t “numb-out” as before, but she managed to establish a psychic distance between her thoughts and the torment her still-tight pussy was undergoing. The rape went on, and he continued driving his turgid dick into her, into her, into her.
In-and-out.
In-out!
In-and-out.
In-out!!
In-and-out….
In-out-in!!!
It was a long, hard fuck. She lay beneath him, completely naked now, body-to-body, soul against soul, cock into cunt. On and on, the thrusts, the filling of her pussy, the grunts, the sweat, the fucking, fucking, fucking! There were not many shifts of position, differences in penetration, or alterations of rhythm. It was more of an endurance thing, as he just proceeded to fuck the girl.
And fuck her.
And fuck her.
And fuck her….
There were a few times he slowed, and even stopped to catch his breath. It seemed that sometimes he even got a little soft, but before long, with a little wiggling and squeezing all the way in, he was hard, and back at it:
Fucking her.
Fucking her.
Fucking her.
This rape was more of a marathon effort. That fat cock, going in and out of her, over and over and over. Later, Nina would wonder just how much pleasure he was actually getting from this great labor, but Mark kept at it, as though it was an ordeal he had to finish for some other reason, such as predation or ego. He just went on,
Fucking her.
Fucking her.
Fucking her.
But eventually—somehow—she felt him tighten his arms around her ribcage, and squeeze her. It wasn’t an embrace. It was possessive, somehow, as he held her tightly, and grinding his loins hard against her, forcing his prick into her, all, all, all the way.
“Yes, Nina—yes, yes, yessss!” He gasped “Oh, I’m cumming, cumming, yeah, baby, I’m cummmming in you—one last time, oh, you’re fantastic, girl, so tight, so good!”
It seemed almost as much an exclamation of relief as one of triumph or pleasure. There weren’t the hard, final stabs of penile penetration as there were the first two times. Mark just shoved his prick into her, and held it in place, as the very last of ejaculate issued its way out of the nozzle and seeped into Nina’s wet and sore cunt. He collapsed upon her, heart racing, sweating, and with his powerful chest heaving.
He withdrew his dick from her, with a soft, wet plop.
This time, Professor Smith was truly done. He was—at long, long last—soft. He lay upon her, with his splayed fingers in her hair, and pressed Nina’s upwards face against his downwards cheek, with his nose and chin deep into her wet, mussed-up hair.
He remained there, crushing her beneath his male weight. She felt long, hot breaths against her ear.
“I have wanted you in the most intense way, for the longest time, Nina. I can’t tell you how much I’ve wanted you—just lusted after your body—I just had to have you. Every class, just looking at your hair, your big breasts looming over that tiny little waist, and your eyes—your eyes—I think it was your eyes that got me more than anything.”
“Get off me, Mark. I want to get out of here. I want to get away from you.”
“I will, Nina, I will. I’ll let you go. In just a while. I know what you’re going to do. You’re going to go to the police, and then I’ll be arrested, and I’ll go to prison. I know I hurt you, and I’m sorry, I am—I know it’s horribly inadequate, but before you go and get the police I have to tell you something.”
Nina didn’t answer. She was still his prisoner, so she had no choice. But what?
“You’ll never know how you captivated me, mesmerized me, Nina. I admired you and adored you, but there is this horrible, sick element in me, and I just couldn’t control it. It took over my feelings for you. As much as I adored you—I knew, married and older and your professor and all—that there could never be a relationship between us. So while my love for you was just romantic fantasy, the evil lust festered and grew. When you showed up dressed like such a proper young lady, it took over. It’s not the real me—oh, I’m sorry, so sorry!—but for the last, what, four hours?—it was me.
“But for this evening, it was me, and I know I’ve hurt you horribly, and it will never be enough, but I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, and I’m willing to face up to whatever you want to do with me, and I’m sure that means going to the police.”
And Mark stood up. Naked, he loomed over her. Then he started gathering up their clothes. Nina’s were rags, of course. But he pulled on his boxers, and then methodically dressed himself. Nina pulled her naked body into a ball, hiding her nakedness from him for the first time in several hours.
Her mind was spinning.
After he pulled his shoes on, he went to a closet, and got a raincoat out.
“This will have to do you, I suppose. Until the police take you to the hospital, and you’re put in a Johnny and they perform the rape-kit test on you.”
He tossed it onto the couch.
“Not that there’s any doubt. My cum is oozing out of your pussy, you know. But they’ll want to stick all sorts of things up your pussy, scrape it clean, collect all our goo for evidence.”
He spoke with a disarming casualness, as though he were going over a self-evident math theorem.
“Go ahead. Put it on. We might as well go now. You to seek justice and revenge for what I’ve done to you, and me to face the music.” He evoked his calm authority of an academic mentor. “Come on!” He draped the raincoat over her shoulders. “Our destinies await!” he remarked, with an odd, nearly cheerful tone, as he started gathering up her ruined clothes, the beautiful, carefully chosen wardrobe that he had ripped off her nineteen-year-old body. His tone dropped to that of a commentator. “The police are going to need these for evidence, you know.”
Nina straightened out, and pulled herself to a standing position. Mark draped the raincoat as though they were going out on a dinner date. He knelt at her feet, and slipped her heels on for her. Then he put his arm around her shoulders with an air of patrician gallantry, and led her to the door.
A moment later, they were at his car. He gallantly opened the door for her. As she turned to back down upon the seat, they were face to face.
“So, Nina, my dear. Which will it be? Your dorm? Or the police?”
“The police,” Nina replied.
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