Nina

And

The Pernicious Professor

By

“Prey4Me”

June, 2009

The following is a work of pure fiction.  Any similarity to real persons is purely coincidental.  The writer does not condone involuntary or violent sex.

This story is intended only for adults who can legally access pornography in their home jurisdictions.  If the brute-force rape of a nineteen-year-old virgin is offensive to you, then do not procceed any further. It may be reproduced or reposted only in toto, and then, must include Epilogue I and Epilogue II.       (“Prey4me.”)

(Part I)

       He dropped the paper on her tablet arm-chair.  “What?” Professor Mark Smith whispered to the cute mulatto coed.  “Were you on the rag or something?”

Professor Mark Smith could be subtle, but he could also be overtly cruel. Nina’s trim, flat tummy was as tense and tight as the skin of a drum. Beneath her large breasts her heart raced.  She picked up the Calculus midterm and looked at it.

       “87.”

       Eighty-seven.

       Eighty-freaking-seven!

       Every quiz and homework of hers had been highest honors: 100, 98, 100, 99, 112 (with extra credit).  And now this!

       87.

       What went wrong?  A quick look down at some of her solutions elicited silent groans.  Why did I…?   Oh—I should have known…. How did I forget--? Oh no—that’s a cosign, not a tangent!

       And so on.

       “Everybody has a down day, dear!” he chuckled as he passed back other exams.

        Nina, you blew it!  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her competitor, Phenh-Anh, that gorgeous genius Vietnamese slut beaming, tossing her long, glossy black hair back over her shoulders as she admired what was obviously a superb exam. Prof. Smith hovered around her seat, chatting. She’s so much his little pet, she fumed.  Pretty cutsie skinny tiny-titted tease!  Asian slut, like she’s born into the mathematics aristocracy with Mark!  Mark was leaning back, looking at the paper on her desk.  It had to be a perfect hundred.  Or was he looking at her perfect, slender legs—smooth thighs she always showed off with a wardrobe of flirty minis? Phenh-Anh crossed one perfect leg over the other, and her mini slid higher up a smooth thigh.  Nina worked as hard at keeping herself as slender as a Mayflower-society debutante, just as she did at getting top grades in college, but to them, she knew, she was just the affirmative-action colored girl. 

Meanwhile, Phenh-Anh toyed with her skirt hem, smoothing it over her flawless thigh.

       If any “colored girl: was going to succeed in the realm of higher math, it was Nina.  She had studied and worked her cerebral ass off to get into a top suburban prep school, all expenses paid.  And she damned well earned being Valedictorian too, she knew! The pride of her single-mom, she was determined (destined, maybe) to succeed, and then some!   Nina ran her hands through her soft, relaxed, neck-length hair, twisting the end-curl around her index finger. 

       Eighty-seven!  She had to do better than this.  Nina—you will be top bitch in this class, yes, you will!  This was only the midterm.  Mark was tough to cajole or manipulate.  He was strong, always in control, and used methods both subtle and overt to control.  It could be light banter or cruel sarcasm, but you played his game, not yours.

       The class was beginning to break.  It was obvious that she had one of only a few honor grades on this grueling exam—most of the other students were quite subdued.  She gathered her things, and, standing up, on the very bottom of the last page, the small entreaty: 

       “See me.  M.”

       Nina looked up and caught the professor’s eye.  They sort of walked towards each other.  He quickly explained that he knew the exam was a big disappointment, and, yes, he was very available to go over things.  His earliest available office hours would be late, late Friday afternoon….

       He put his hand on her elbow and—and—stroked it.  Stroked it! Nina’s pulse quickened.  How could he be so presumptuous to touch her like this?  The effrontery outraged Nina. She flinched—moved back a bit—but his long, lean fingers remained gently wrapped around her upper arm, but his icy gray-blue eyes pierced Nina’s light browns.  Was he being fatherly, as he assured her of her natural math abilities?   Nina  couldn’t tell. Later, she wondered if he noticed her firm 34C-sized breasts rising and falling as they pressed out against her form-fit check shirt.

       Around females, Mark was quite the enigma.

       Nina spent the next three days obsessing over the exam, and how she would discuss – appeal, cajole, even beg–her grade—and  him.  Mark was the epitome of the Anglo-Saxon academic:  tall, a bit lean but definitely buff, talented & so very accomplished  (author of four textbooks!), mature (but not old!) and so verrrrrrry aristocratic!  He just reeked of old money, living in an old Tudor cottage with his platinum blonde trophy wife and three perfect toe-headed cherubs.

       He exuded a classic, patriarchal masculinity, but was quite hot in a very subtle way.

       Nobody is surprised when a young black man of promise takes up with a white, establishment-type chick.  But Nina’s social and romantic life was trapped in a predicament:  The pool of black men who were her equal was small, and most of those sought out white girls—typically skinny, rich, empty-headed but big-titted blondes.  But damned few white men showed interest in a very bright, extra cute black girl, even though she was more fair-skinned and bourgeois than the typical colored girl. Oh, sure,  there were the liberal weenies, the pony-tailed wimps with their immature goatees who wanted to prove—to whom?  themselves? their parents?  The New York Times?—that they were hip and liberal and inclusive and could date “African-American women.”  But they wouldn’t commit to a relationship.  They just wanted the sex that white girls wouldn’t grant them.

       What Nina wanted was a real man of intelligence, bearing, position and self-confidence.  If this meant a white man, then a white man it would be.  A man who knew his way around the corridors of power and responsibility, who was confident with his authority, a male whose testosterone was as much between his ears as it was between his legs!

       But Nina was, above all, a realist.  Mark Smith, Ph.D., would be admired from afar. He was not a prospect to pursue, but he was quite the model of masculinity as he was a mentor.  Probably lots of WASPy girls had already made tries for him, and there was no telling how many had bedded him, married man that he was.

Nina found herself excitedly anticipating her conference.  The exam was important.  But she had never really been alone with him, either.

The end of the week approached at a glacial pace.

       The nineteen-year-old coed finally decided upon what to wear..  Her full C-cup breasts always filled out shirts nicely.  Eschewing her usual cotton checks and plaids, she opted for an ice-blue blouse with a bit of a ruffle down the buttons.  A silky one.  Not too dressy, a kind of subdued satin.  Just a bit sensuous, and very feminine.  Who says math stars can’t be girlie? she thought. 

       Then she paired it with a miniskirt, a worsted box-pleated navy thing, which had some swing as she walked, and demurely spread out from her lap when she sat  The pleats were stitched down at the hip, hugging her small hips and exaggerating her tiny tummy.  It also gave her small, tight butt a bit of bounce.  The skirt’s main attraction was the way it flipped and swayed around her legs.  Phenh-Anh, you aren’t the only chick with nice legs around here!   she chuckled.  They weren’t the slender stems of the Asian beauty, but she knew they got looked at when she wasn’t wearing her trademark jeans!

       Neutral pantyhose and a pair of medium heels finished the look.  Nina walked across the campus to the Tech center.  Amidst a population of girls in jeans and cargo pants, she attracted quite a few admiring looks.  She felt kind of guilty, setting herself up to flirt her way to a better grade, but she had grad school to think of, and all’s fair in love, war, and GPA, right?

       Professor Mark Smith didn’t look up from his monitor when she let herself into his walnut-paneled office.   It was kind of awkward; he didn’t motion for her to sit down or anything.  He intently worked on something, so she just stood there.  Finally finished, he tapped “enter” and turned to her—and froze with a startled look on his face.

       Nina simply stood there, hands to her side.  Mark took her in carefully—or was he gawking?  They were very cognizant that Nina, good old plaid-shirt-with-tight-jeans-Nina, had never dressed this way before, not before Professor Smith, anyway!  Nina had a mature bearing, but the box-pleated navy miniskirt was schoolgirl sexy. Much, much later, after she had replayed the assault in her mind and endlessly analyzed it, did she realize that there was a bookcase light behind her, and the light blue blouse created a soft haze silhouetting her body, with a gauzy effect around her full, fluid sleeves.

       Transfixed, Mark stood up. His eyes, went up and down pausing at her legs, then came to rest on her breasts—her magnificent 34C breasts, that proudly pushed out against the thin silken material of her blouse.  Oh dear, have I gone too far? she wondered. Now what—how far do I want to push this, anyway? 

       “I-I..” Nina swallowed, “I, er, thought I had some of these theorems proven on the mid-term. You, um, seemed to think, uh, they were okay in class, and, uh…”

       The professor looked down at her, his steel-blue eyes boring into her almond-shaped eyes. “Take this one,” he sort of gushed, pointing to a problem marked with red pencil.  “Show me…”

       Nina moved to the whiteboard, and worked the proof.  She knew how to do it now.  He gave her more, some on the test, some not; Nina had each one mastered. But Mark started standing closer to her, then right behind her.  She could feel his presence, smell his cologne, sense his body heat. Writing on the board, he reached over her shoulder, bumping against her tight little bottom. 

       No way was it an accident.

       Then he touched her.  He put a gentle but distinct hold on her upper arm, moving his hand up and down, feeling the smooth contours of Nina’s arm, and the smoothness of her silken sleeve.  More personal than what he had done in class.

       It was a definite pass.

       Nina stiffened a moment, pivoted, took a step back.

       “Mark.”  Her voice was quiet but firm.  “No.”  She looked up at him, square in the eye.  “We have a healthy, honest relationship—not just, well, student teacher, but friends.  I’m sorry, no.” You should have expected this, girl!  she thought.  Nina twisted a little, brushing his hand off her arm.

       The next critical minutes moved in a frantic blur of shock, bewilderment, revulsion, and terror.  Nina never quite figured out just what happened in which order, but she suddenly found herself pulled tightly against him.  His left hand was deep in her hair at her nape, holding the back of her head powerfully, even viciously!  And his right arm was wrapped tightly around her slender waist, imprisoning her left arm, pulling her body hard, hard, against his!  He yanked her head backwards, and lowered his face to hers, forcing a hard, greedy kiss upon her parted lips.

       Nina tried to pull back, to no avail. Likewise, turning her head was futile.  His grip was just too strong. He caught her with her lips parted, and somehow she couldn’t close them, he pushed his mouth on hers so hard!   Nina squirmed, but all she could do was feel the professor’s body against hers, his mouth hard upon hers, his gray-blue eyes boring into her!

       The spell was broken as she felt his tongue move in between her lips, deeper, further in, and it touched hers!  Contrary to her hot reputation, Nina was incredibly inexperienced.  She had devoted herself to her studies so much, she had never had a steady boyfriend—actually, hardly any dating experience at all—just a little light kissing and cozy hugging was the extent of her sexual (in)-experience!

       His tongue went deep her mouth, and his grip on her pageboy-cut hair tightened. She tried to push it out with hers, but the two tongues moved all about and around each other in a wet, slippery tango.

       She hadn’t the least idea of what to do.  Mark had long impressed her as a hot older guy, but only in the mental sanctuary of fantasy.  He was old enough to be her father!  Yet here he was, grabbing her, holding her, French kissing her!  Nina twisted, bucking, and managed to get a bit of space between them, and pulled back.  He relaxed his hold.

       She stepped back, another step back, and was leaning against the sturdy oak bookcase.  Again, the backlight illuminated her silk blouse, rendering it sheer.  Her large breasts, optimally displayed by her nicest 34C fashion bra,  heaved up and down.

       “I wish you hadn’t done that, Mark. It spoils things.”

       “I wanted to do that, and I don’t apologize for anything, Nina. You must know how I’ve been looking at you all year—your hair, your breasts, your exotic brown skin!  I’ve wanted to grab you and feel you since the beginning of term.  Damnit, you’re a hell of a lot of woman in such a petite body!

“And I’ll tell you outright, you felt so damned good, you know that?  Do you know how enticing you are in that outfit?  I just adore silk on a beautiful girl, and you’re a very beauuuuutiful girl—you’ve been turning me on all year, dressed in those skimpy shirts and tight jeans.  And  now…”  he put both hands on her arms again, stroking them from her wrists to her shoulders, up and down, up and down, “now….you’re just too much…too much!  I didn’t know you have great legs, you know that?  And you’ve been hiding them in those jeans all year. That’s some skirt!”

       The coed was petrified with shock. He brazenly reached down, lifting the hem of her pleated skirt, pulling it up.  When he saw she was wearing a slip, he grabbed that too, pulling it up, up, until Nina twisted sideways, pushing him off, and screamed, “NO!”

       The skirt dropped down, swaying about her thighs. Finally, free of his lecherous touch, she moved toward the door, but the professor sidestepped, and blocked her.  She felt trapped.   The coed turned away and hid her face in her hands.

       Nina cried. She was so confused!  She knew she had flirted, but she didn’t expect such a brazen response!   Professor Mark Smith had been an icon of disciplined masculinity, a representative of everything she secretly admired in powerful, establishment, and, well, white men. She tried to collect her thoughts—nothing made sense.  How was she going to balance her need for success in the course with the new-found knowledge that her teacher was such a lecher?  As she hunched forward, confused, she began to cry.  Her light brown hair fell down about her face, and her blouse tightened across her back, pressing tight against her back and outlining the back straps of her bra.

       And that was some unfortunate, bad luck for the mulatto coed.

       Mark Smith had a thing for minority girls   And silk.  For mini skirts.  And for pretty lingerie. 

       Nina had unwittingly combined all the elements of the lusty professor’s fetishes!

       She felt his hand on her shoulder, and then his other hand at her waist. She cringed at he touched and leaned forward, but there was nowhere to go. His hands moved about her shoulder, her back, her shoulder blade, her waist, all about the silken expanse of her back, but coming back from time to time to trace the outline of her bra.

       “No, don’t…stop this, Mark, I’m… going…to g-go, now…”

       Every time she moved towards the door he moved sideways, checking her. She sidestepped left, along the bookcase, but found herself trapped in a corner.  Mark stayed with her, pawing her, running his hands over her arms, shoulders, back, and down to her ass, massaging her firm ass cheeks through her skirt. “No, Mark, stop—you can stop now, no more, please, please, Mark!” she whimpered.   She felt very alone, here in his oak-paneled office, so late on a Friday afternoon.  It was so quiet!  Nina felt very, very afraid.

He barely answered, except for muttering, “Nice, yeah….oh, Nina, Nina, Nina ….baby…Mmmmm…yeah…Oh….so soft,…oh, you’re so hot!”  Mostly she heard his hard breathing.

       Nina turned her back to him, and kind of crouched, slouching away with her arms wrapped tight around her torso in a defensive fetal position.  Mark forced his hands under her arms until they met at her waist.  He held her, his front to her back, in a tight embrace.  Nina first sensed a hardness in his crotch, pressing against her derriere. 

       The door seemed so far away!  Nina craved escape, but something kept her there, paralyzed in dread and revulsion!  Her passivity emboldened the predator professor.

       With his arms around her small waist, he pulled her tight against him in a tight hug.  The aggressive sexuality of his conduct could no longer be denied or explained away: his hands went right up to her breasts, cupping them, crudely fondling and squeezing them.

       The ultimate fear finally hit her:  Is there more to this than just a crude pass?  Would he go all the way—rape, real rape?

       Against her firm derriere, she could feel his cock—hard, right through his pants!

       She tried to grab his wrists, to pull them off her tits and to extract herself.  So this is the way a guy first touches my tits?  She had always expected her first intimate experience  to be more refined. She wouldn’t put up with this. Nina would fight.  She had to fight!

He’s a monster!  Underneath all his Caucasian sophistication he’s just a sex fiend!  I’m NOT going to let him—HIM!—touch me or take me like this!  She lurched away, but couldn’t budge.  Nina twisted, lifted a heel, and jammed it down hard on his foot!  “AAAGH!” he exclaimed.  She felt herself pulled backwards by her hair.  Searing pain shot across the top of her scalp.  An instant later, she was twisted around, facing him, and leaning backwards against her teacher.  She felt a pressure on her throat—it was his forearm—shoved up hard and crushing her larynx!

“Mmmrlph!”  she garbled.  In an instant, she lost her breath, her head went light, and everything was dizzy and light.  Then the oxygen came flooding back, and she could see and think, at least a bit.  She gasped for oxygen.

“I know how to kill you in mere seconds!”  growled Mark. A rush of terror flooded Nina’s brain: This is for real.  He’s desperate.  I could die right here, right now. In her panic, it didn’t occur to her that an actual murder, here in his own office, was quite unlikely. He could never cover it up.  But the young coed had a protected life,  was as inexperienced with violence as she was with sex. It’s my life that’s in danger here, not just my virginity, I have to do whatever I have to do to stay alive, whatever he wants, whatever he tells me to, oh, no…..!

       His steely blue eyes bore into her doe-like green ones.  He put his thumb on her throat, pinpointing that spot where air and blood moved together feeding her lungs below and brain above. He pressed it in, pushing her head up.  Nina’s eyes bulged and she struggled to maintain consciousness.

       “You going to be a good girl, Nina?  You going to learn from the professor, girl?”

       Eyes agog, in a state of inchoate terror and pain, she nodded yes. A surreal sense of things drifted over the young virgin.  Vaguely, distantly, she felt her breasts being pawed again. There was a strange sound and she somehow realized her blouse had been ripped open. With two rude hands, he was cupping her breasts through her satin bra, groping and squeezing them.  Then he was pushing them up, down, together, apart.  Then he was kissing her again, pushing his tongue right into her, hard and deep.  She felt so violated.  He was pushing her against the bookcase again, and she felt pressure against her crotch, and some minutes had passed before she realized that it was Mark’s hand, goosing her though her skirt, digging against her privates, exploring the contours of her body.

       The most private part of her body, which had never, ever been touched by a man!

       Time ceased to exist.  His hands were all over, punctuating his lust with wet, vulgar kisses.  Nina swayed, feeling hypnotized, murmuring her pleas of “No, no, Mark, not…this…stop…nooooo….”

But all to no avail.

       He guided her sideways, to the other side of his office, and pushed her backwards.

       Nina landed backwards on his couch, sprawled out.  Her feet were on the floor, but her pleated skirt fanned outwards, along with her arms and her hair.  She was regaining more consciousness as oxygen could again feed her brain.  Then there was a tightening around her ribcage, as he gripped her white shiny bra between the cups.  The constriction got tighter, tighter, as he pulled at the nylon garment, and finally four wire hooks yielded to his masculine power, bending open, and the 34-C bra separated at her back.  His left hand pushed her chest down, immobilizing her.  Mark pulled more, more, more, and then the silvery-white ribbon straps also broke.

The bra pulled free, and he tossed the ruined thing onto the floor.

Nina’s breasts were now naked, and so very vulnerable: large, magnificent, maidenly round globes which pushed firmly up off her ribcage: beautiful light brown orbs, about the size of grapefruits, peaked with dark purplish nipples.  A flap of her torn blue blouse fell across a tit, and he flicked it away. Nina instinctively tried to move her hands to cover herself.  Mark grabbed her right arm, and pinned it down, and slapped her left hand away.

The teenage coed gasped for air, and her breasts rose and fell up enticingly on her petite frame.  She was utterly magnificent and enchanted the disturbed professor with this display of perfect African womanhood.  He took fresh hold of her tits, cupping and squeezing them.  Nina’s nipples felt extraordinary, poking up against his palms.  She whimpered and tried to twist away, but Mark adjusted his position atop her, pinning her forearms under his knees—which hurt—allowing him to devote his complete attentions to her tits without any interference.

It was long, endlessly long moments while the perverted professor sat atop his prey, kneading her breasts, and forcing them every which way over her ribcage.  “Nice, Nina, nice…nice,…so nice…Oh, Nina, you just don’t know how much I’ve wanted to get at your tits!” he murmured as he indulged his vile obsession.

Then he pinched a nipple. 

“YOW!  Oh…OUCH!”

“No more, Mark, please..oh—OW!”  He gave them an extra hard squeeze. Nina rocked her head back and forth, and her baby-fine hair whipped over the couch cushions as she helplessly endured the torment. “Oh, Mark, Mark, stop, pleeease stop, it hurts, oh, oh, OHHHHHH, it hurts, oh, it hurts—OWWW!”

Mark pulled her all the way onto the couch, and lay down upon her, pinning her down.  He resumed kissing her, then brushed her face all over with his lips.  He couldn’t get enough of her!  He moved down her body until his face was atop her bosom, and he imprisoned her arms inside a whole-body embrace.  He sucked at one breast, then moved to the other, kissing and sucking her dark purply nipples.  From one tit to the other, he sucked, bit, kissed, licked, sucked, and nuzzled Nina’s young breasts.  They were the pride of her young womanhood, the object of considerable female envy and lots of raw male lust on campus.  A lot of what he did with his mouth was just wet and crude, some was vicious and sadistic.  He licked her nipples until they were pointed upright, then he would nip at them with his teeth. When he moved his face from one orb to the other, there was no telling whether he would be gentle or rough.

       “You’re so beautiful, Nina, I love your skin, so smooth, such color, oh,…you’re sweet, sweet, brown sugar!  You get me so hot, Nina, I adore you—your color, you’re sweet, sweet caramel body, my brown sugar bitch, oh yes!”

       He rose up, still straddling her, but pinning her arms under his knees.  That hurt, too!  In a moment he had his shirt loosened, and pulled over his head, his t-shirt with it.  Simultaneously he managed to kick his shoes off, pulling his belt and pants apart. Then he jumped off her, so briefly, dropping his trousers and shorts in a fast, deft movement.  Before she could act, he was atop her slender frame, lying on top of her again—holding her, kissing her large round tits, groping her, fondling her.  His hands and lips seemed to be everywhere!

       She moaned, groaned, and sometimes screamed in agony when he couldn’t control himself and pinched or bit her.  His arms were wrapped around her, and he exercised complete control over her.  Her kicking and thrashing was worse than ineffective: as she tried to free her legs for leverage, her thighs pushed against his hard, thick cock, exciting him all the more.  Nina was unaware that her skirt had gotten pushed up to her waist, and his prick, nestled in between her thighs, was rubbing against her slip, getting stroked by the titillating satin sheen!

Every once in a while, he pushed himself up, and Nina could see him in all his nakedness:  tall, lean, very buff, evenly creamy-white all over his Caucasian body, with his penis hard—erect—creamy-pinky-white—purple-tipped—and so hard, so very, very hard!

This was the first time in her nineteen years she saw a naked man.  It wasn’t a science book, or an art class.

It was a real penis.

It was creamy white with a purplish head.

It was erect.

It was rock-hard.

And it was inches from her soft almond eyes.

And she knew it was intended to deflower her!

Mark was silent now, all business, and his business was to fuck Nina.  No, not to just fuck her—he had plenty of available coeds for that—Nina was to be taken, possessed, lustfully used, selfishly enjoyed,…raped. 

       This was life or death—for real—with the calculating evil genius atop her!  She knew that only her young virgin body could determine the difference. Who knew that the folksy professor in the classroom was a homicidal sex fiend in his office?  Nina dropped her head back to the couch cushions, and her light brown hair haloed about her head. She was stunned. There was no extricating herself. Like prey before a serpent, she was transfixed by the proud manhood swaying before her face.  He leaned forward, lowering it, lowering it;  it brushed against the soft skin of her bosom, and then it was just above her face..an inch…then Professor Mark Smith’s cock was grazing against her nose, her cheek, her lips.

       The first, actual, in-the-flesh penis in Nina’s adolescent life was now pressing against her lips!  The coed’s green eyes centered on her professor’s rape-rod: it was pretty long, long enough—she just wasn’t knowledgeable on how long a cock could penetrate a virgin teenager.  But what awed her was its girth.  It was thick—fat, and so thick!  Oh, no—how will that thing ever get into me!  He can’t—he just can’t!  It will never fit!  His penis was at least as thick as her fist!

       “No, Mark, no, no, stop, please…please!  It won’t work—you, you just can’t!” she exclaimed.  “Mark, no, no, NOOOOO!”

       Nina’s entreaty climaxed in a scream, an all-out full soprano all-female scream.  Mark raised his right hand, and delivered a hard slap to left cheek.

       “Uuuumph!”

       Which aborted her scream.  A touch of rose discoloration arose into her dark coffee-colored cheek.  Later she found there was no swelling resulting from any of his blows or holds: the genteel professor was more expert at physical power than he appeared!

       “Go ahead and scream, Nina,” he announced coldly.  “Nobody’s around at this hour on Friday. Nobody!  Just you and me, Nina, just you and me, and nobody’s going to hear you, or walk in and find us and save you or anything.  Just you and me, girl, just you and me….!!”

       Her head had jerked back.  Mark took hold of her by her nape again, splaying his fingers through the soft locks before grabbing it.  He yanked her head back, and her face up towards him with his powerful left arm.  Nina emitted a loud moan, “OOHHHHHH!”   Her torso arched, with her proud 34C breasts protruding up and pressing against his chiseled chest.

       He resumed kissing her.  Strong, wet, open-mouth kisses.  Over and over, he “kissed” her.  Greedy, selfish, sensuous kisses, nothing like what a sweetheart would give, but unrestrained oral self-indulgence, with his tongue penetrating oh-so-deeply into the coed’s tender mouth!

       Cradled in the crook of his left arm, Nina just went limp.  She was overwhelmed by fear, loathing, and an abject sense of powerlessness.  Her lithe arms, still adorned in the flowing blue silk sleeves of her shredded blouse, fell to her sides.  Meeting no resistance, his right hand was free to resume fondling and groping her, and it wandered all over her nineteen-year-old body, exploring and enjoying with unhindered freedom. Mark could savor Nina’s body at his complete leisure.

He pawed her shoulder, and her breasts endlessly, and was delighted with her flat tummy, trim waist, and then around to the small of her back.  He traced the curve of her slim hips, and his fingers wandered below her waist, where they toyed with the texture of her skirt pleats, before returning upwards to her waist, her ribcage, her breasts, her arms.

       He pressed her back onto the mattress.  Nina lay there passively.  Her arms stretched out to her sides, with her right arm falling off the edge of the couch.  Her skirt had ridden up to the top of thighs.  The pleats arrayed out in fan, with her glistening white half-slip peeking out.

               With her skirt pushed up, Nina looked so vulnerable, and inviting!  Now that he was off her, and not holding her, Nina sensed an opportunity to gain some control over the situation.  Should she run for it?  No—she knew she couldn’t possibly get up and away in time.

She rose up on her elbows.

       “Mark.  Mark!”

       He sat on the edge of the couch, but didn’t respond, except that he reached for her hair, and fingered the soft curl at the end.  His knuckles brushed against her shoulder top as he wrapped the curl around his index finger.

       “Mark.” The coed took hold of his hand gently, squeezing it, almost endearingly.  “Mark…we—you—can stop, now.  Right now.  Nothing’s happened, nothing, really that matters or can’t be fixed.   Please, please…!”  She looked into his steely gray-blue eyes intently.  “Don’t do this, please, I’m begging you.  Let—let me just go!  I promise, I’ll never mention this to anybody, we’ll, we’ll…just…forget this happened.”        

       He continued playing with her hair.

       “Mark, please!  Do the right thing—stop, now!”

       Nina pulled back a bit and was almost sitting up.  She glanced downwards.  He was still very, very excited.

       “You have such beautiful hair, Nina.  I didn’t know it would be this soft.  Not like other black girls.  Do you have ancestors from the Caribbean?  It’s like you have Indian or Asian mixed in.”  He was oddly conversational, considering she was lying on his couch with her clothes ripped to pieces.  With a lock curled around his finger, he stroked her flawless light brown cheek, the hair trailing down to her smooth, gently rounded chin.  “You’re different, you have a genteel loveliness I don’t find in other black girls, you’re almost white, like…”

       “Mark—I am different from other girls.  You just don’t know…..how, how…. how…different…please, stop—don’t do this—it’s more, more important than you can imagine….

       “Don’t….!

       “Please, please, please…Mark, I’m…begging you…don’t…don’t….”  Nina’s voice trailed off, dropped to a soft whisper, “…don’t….(…rape…)…me.

       The four later word—rape—was barely audible, yet it resonated with profound intensity in the still of his office.

       Mark had lowered his face, and was muzzling her temple and pressing his nose and chin into her hair.

       The innocent coed did nothing to stop him or evade.  She was breathing more heavily now, her large bosom rising and falling.  The sheen of blue silk moved and glistened in the office light.

       She felt his breath on her ear.

       “Mark,” she repeated, “I’m begging you, stop now.  Don’t…rape… me,  please!”

       “You’re so, different…irresistible, Nina.  I just have to have you—to take you, to fuck you.  It’s not just that you’re black.  I’ve had black girls before, all kinds of girls.  But you—your mind, your body, your tits.  I don’t know what it is…”  His voice trailed off as he nuzzled her temple.  He pulled back, and put a hand on her waist.  He looked intensely into her almond-like eyes, and his hand moved to the center of her flat tummy, and then kept down her belly, over her skirt, to the top of her crotch.

       His hand was flat, pressing down against the top of her vagina, through her panties.

       The young girl put her hand on his, and tried to guide it away from her intimate area, but he wouldn’t budge, with the end result that both of them were pressing his hand against her vagina!

       “Mark!” she gasped.  She was tense again.  A single tear trickled out of her right eye.  “Please, please don’t—do—this…not…this—” Panic and dread flooded her female soul, and it was getting hard for her to form thoughts. “Don’t—do this…not—here—I’ve, I-I-I’ve…never…ever…I mean—been, been, been…t-t-touched here—like, this—here—before!”

       “WHAT!!??”

       He gasped.  His loud interjection seemed to echo off the office walls.

       “You mean…you…what!?”

       Nina burst into a fresh torrent of tears, turning away, and fell back onto her side, facing away from him.  She buried her face in her hands, weeping, and curled into a near fetal position.  The pleats of her skirt draped over her thigh, and trailed across the couch in a sprawl of creased edges.

       “I’ve never been touched,” she whimpered. “At all!  Oh, don’t, don’t, please, please, please don’t rape me Professor Smith!” 

       “Never been—‘touched’?  You mean—you, you’ve never--?”

       Nina was bawling now, blurting out something she just never talked about.  She had kept her virginity very private, even from her dorm mates.   “I mean,” she whimpered, “I’ve never been been touched—at all—by a man before—not at all, not like this!”

       “Built like a brick shit house, and never, done, well, anything?”

       It was like she was almost ashamed of her inexperience.

       “No.  I mean, yes!  I mean, well, you know, if you must, Mark, I’m still, still, a-a-, well, I’m a virgin—I’m still a virgin!”

       Nina curled more tightly into a ball.  She was reduced nearly to incoherence.  She desperately hoped that this revelation would produce some kind of mercy or, at least, hesitation.

       She got none whatsoever.  A “gentleman” would, theoretically, back off in respect to feminine virtue.  But Mark was a “gentleman” only in appearances.  This new knowledge that the lovely Nina was a virgin—indeed, more than that—so very inexperienced and innocent provoked a greater, more insidious lust in him. 

       He had previously regarded as just a cute, colored cunt to be enjoyed; now she was an ingénue to be defiled! 

       “So what, girl, you ‘saving yourself for marriage’ or something?” he sneered.

       “No.  I mean, yes, “ she whimpered from her tight fetal position.  “It’s just that, well, my mother, I mean, I promised her, oh…I can’t do this—I can’t, don’t make me do this, please, oh please!”  Over coffee, Nina could perhaps explain at length how preserving her virginity was a combination of career ambition, the requirements of hard study, religious sensibility, personal morality, and a fear of duplicating her mother’s errors which involved a sacred promise—but nothing could be articulated now.  All she could do was beg and hope.

       The psychopathic professor, naked, horny, and looming above the cowering coed, could not have been more delighted.  More than ever, and more urgently than before, he wanted this girl: to savor the pleasures of her pristine, teen body, to violate her femininity, to hurt her, despoil her, to rape her!

       He located her left, inward arm and took hold of it, pulling it towards him, and rotating the curled up girl onto her back.  Nina encircled her legs within her arms and made a defensive ball of herself, crying and blubbering pleas and entreaties all the while. 
”Mark, no—stop, not this—please, please, please!  I’m b-begging y-y-youuuuuu….” But he pried her arms loose, and shoved her legs downwards with a knee.  Her navy skirt was a bunched-up mess at her waist, and her satin slip was almost as high, draped across her lower belly.  A half-inch hem of delicate rosette lace looped her crotch in a strange, even graceful way.  Through the seams of her pantyhose her white satin panties were visible, a match to the ruined bra lying on the floor.

       Silky things really excited Mark. 

       He really liked silky lingerie on a girl

       He really liked ripping silky things off a girl!

       Mark climbed atop the sobbing girl.  Her eyes went to her left, away from him, staring vacantly at the back cushions of the couch.  Her brown hair had become disheveled: some of it was clumped around her neck, but several locks meandered away onto the couch.  Shredded remnants of her silk blouse fell away from her lovely breasts, which continued to rise and fall with her short, panicky sobs.  Mark pressed down on her knees with his, forcing her to straighten out her legs.

       She again tried to twist away, but it was half-hearted, more symbolic than actual.  He easily pulled her back.  Nina looked up at him and saw a cold determination on his face.  Her eyes gravitated down; his cock was still hard—hard, upright, and so very, very thick!  Nina’s gaze was fixated on it with a gruesome fascination.  She vaguely sensed his hand on her thigh, as his right hand moved up the inside of her left leg, stroking her nylon-clad leg, delighted with the smoothness of the hose, the curve of her leg, her body warmth as his hand approached her crotch.  There was also the exquisite sense of invading her intimate regions. 

       Nina was somewhat numbed with shock and shame, but Mark was intensely alive, tingling with anticipation and raw lust. A sense of imminent conquest thrilled him.  He had lusted for Nina for the whole school year, and how she was literally in his reach!        As he groped her crotch, digging in, goosing her, pressing his fingers and palm up and hard.  Nina winced, and tried to close her legs, to forced his invasive hand out.  But he clawed deeper between her thighs, getting a grip on some of the material, pulling it together in his fist. Nina felt a tightening at her crotch, then felt something give way.  The sound of “rippppppp!” mixed with the sound of heavy breathing and mattress creaking.

       He had ripped open her pantyhose, right at the crotch!

       He took a loose edge, at the top of a leg, and pulled hard at that.  It ripped more.  He found a few more edges and fragments, pulling and tearing, and in a moment all of the top panty part of her hose was shredded fragments.  He threw himself down on her, and his massive penis nestled between them, squeezed sensuously between his hard belly, and her satin panty-crotch.

       Professor Smith was a hard man, and his body mass pressed down upon Nina’s petite body.  With deft, practiced movements, he gripped her head by her hair at the neck, forcing her face up towards him; he took his free arm and enclosed her arm at their side, and yet managed to get a hand on her tits.        Nina felt the full force of dominant manhood upon her: his mouth covered hers with a wet, invasive “kiss;” a hand kneading and squeezing her large, firm breast; his cock sliding all over her silken panty crotch; and, 225 pounds of his body weight—all over her, pressing down, immobilizing her. 

It was as if he was sucking in her young femininity through all his senses and pores!  Mark meant to control and take her, possess her—to be the very first to enjoy Nina’s tender, nineteen-year-old body!  He ground his loins against hers.  Her silken panties stretched across the tight, lush little curls of Nina’s pubic hair inflaming his cock with lust.

His weight was painful and oppressive, intensified by the painful squeezing of her tit.  Mark broke the kiss, allowing her breathe more freely.  “I’m going to rape you now, Nina.  You’re going to get my cock—all of it—hard and deep, right up your tight little cunt!”  He chuckled. 

“Please, please,…don’t.”  Her last plea was more of a sigh of resignation. His hand moved back down to her panties.  He pulled up the rest of her pleated skirt and half-slip, and he stroked the curve of her hip for a moment, admiring her classic adolescent curves.   Then he arched his body, rising, and slid his fingers into the leg opening. Fingernails scratched Nina’s intimate skin.  Long, lean fingers moved across her love-hair, a cunt-nest of thick, curly hairs, where they met the opposite leg opening.  Mark’s fist gripped the  panty crotch, giving it a good, yard yank.  A bit of the garment’s seat got pulled into her ass crack, then ripped free. A remnant of ruined panties hung to her hips.

Nothing covered her pussy now.

With her blouse ripped, her skirt and slip hiked up, and her pantyhose and panties shredded, her intimate areas were now completely exposed to the professor’s evil lust.

His cock now pressed against her naked girlhood.  He meant to rape her, and to rape her mind and her feelings as well.  He pivoted her head so her right ear met his mouth. He ground his crotch against her, up and down, back and forth, and began to kiss and lick her ear.

“You’re going to get a world-class fucking, Nina. You think black guys are big, I’ll bet, huh?  Well, I’ve got a world-class fat cock to fuck you with, and I promise you you’re going to get every inch!”  He arched his body, lifting his hip. Taking his prick in his hand, he rubbed the tip against her pussy lips, up and down.  He could feel the warmth of her pussy, and her pubic hairs felt wonderful, rough and coarse, but there was not a lot of moisture, at least not on the outer parts of her vagina.

“I’ll bet you’re one tight cunt, Nina,” he taunted as he moved the fat head of his penis up and down her pussy crack.”  And I’m going to find out, right….. now!”  He raised his hips, and aimed his bulbous head dead center at her cunt crack.  Nina moaned, “Nooo…,” while her assailant simultaneously grunted some kind of “Yeah, babe…”  He moved his dick up and down, back and forth, up and down, wiggling it against her outer labia.  He pushed against the pink, and the head slipped sideways across the rich nest of her pubis, provoking a spasm of pleasure on the sensitive bottom side of his penis.  “Huh—oh, nice!”  It was actually difficult for him to get his dick into her.  He re-centered his fuck-stick, and managed to squeeze the tip just inside Nina’s tight girlhood.

“Time for great white hunter to go deep into the African bush!”

He pushed his thick manhood in—one inch, almost two—he could feel her cherry!  Nina’s intimate channel closed tight around his massive tool. The thin membrane of her girlhood resisted, and felt tight, but Mark pushed, pushed some more—he could feel it stretch a little, then yield, and then split open.

“Uhhh—OHHHH!”  Nina gasped, gulped for air, then screamed, “OWWWWW!”        

He could feel the edges of her hymen press against the side of his dick.   He shoved mercilessly past Nina’s virgin barrier, driving thick meat deep into the tight confines of the pure girl’s tender cunt!

She threw her head back as this deeper penetration pierced her pristine, her femininity, right to her soul! 

“OooohhhhHHHH!—ughhh—OWWWW!!”

       Nina gasped, sucked in more air, and clenched her eyes in pain. 

       “Damn, you are one tight cunt!” grunted Mark as he forced another massive inch of his meat deeper into her. 

       “NOOOO!—oh, stop, stop, stop—it hurts, oh, Mark, no—“

       Her entreaty was aborted as he thrust his hips downward, shoving yet another inch into her.  He paused for a brief moment, pulling back just a bit, and drove his prick back into her.

       “Oh, Mark-Mark-no, please, stop-stop—oh god, stop!—oh—OWWW!—it-hurts-it-hurts-oh-NOOOO!—I can’t take-can-t—take—take…it..oh, stop, please, Mark, don’t—rape—rape—don’t, don’t..don’t…fuck  me—“        

       It intensified her anguish, feeling it necessary to use dirty sexy words to get through to Mark, but somehow she thought he might connect with dirty sex talk.  But nothing pained her as much as the brutal hurt in her belly!  Nina’s teen pussy was not only small, but was involuntarily squeezing against him.  She was as tight as she was dry.  The fit was uncomfortable, for both, but he pushed forward anyway with another powerful thrust!

       “Oh, don’t..fuck..me…No, no more, Mark…yeeeoooooowwwWWW!!” 

       Mark said nothing now; he was all business, determined to thoroughly and deeply rape the girl.  He rocked back a little, then pushed his way back into the helpless coed.

       Three-quarters of his penis was now impaling little Nina. It was tough going, but he was determined to get all the way into her.

       Another shove.

       Nina arched her back.  She cried and screamed, loud, full-pitch soprano screams that filled the oak-paneled office with testimony of her abject feminine shame and agony.

       “Nooooo!  Oh—no more, I-I-I-can’t—take it—you—your cock, no—“

       He pulled back a bit.  He was sliding in a little more easily now, what with the blood of her ruptured cherry, along with some natural lubrication.

       Nina’s head rocked back and forth.  Her hair was a disheveled mess on the couch, and her cheeks were smeared from her tears.  Occasionally, she tried to push him away, to get the rapist off her, but he would knock her arms away like the minor nuisance they were.  “Oh, nooo, I-can-t-take…it…your…penis—in, in me…” she blubbered through her tears.  “Just take it out, take it out, it hurts, it-it-h-h-hurts, oh, Mark, your-cock, your cock, oh, your cock, it’s—it’s too, too, too, big—“

       He answered her with yet another shove, as thick as he was, he was getting into her, stretching her mercilessly, making himself fit her tender anatomy. 

       “Professor, professor,” she called him in her illogical agony, “Professor Smith, you’re just too big—OW!—I can’t take your c-c-cock—(gulp)—I’ll do anything you want, any, any, anything—oh…oh, stop—stop—please, pull it out, it hurts, you’re hurting me!” 

And he still wasn’t even all the way in!  But he had plenty enough penetration, so he began to start fucking her with a regular rhythm.  . She was dry, and very, very tight.

He pulled back, and squeezed the girth of his dick back into her.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Penetrating her called for real effort, and was actually somewhat uncomfortable.  But the pernicious pleasure of defiling the bright young beauty was well worth it.  Smith had deflowered enough virgins to know that this would improve soon.

Very soon.  It just took some…more…fucking…work!

“Uh-oh!  Ugh-oh!  Uh-Ugh!  Uhhh-OH!”  Nina gasped, grunted and gulped for air with every penetration of the professor’s rape-pole into her tight, ever-so-tender-and-sore cunt.  He lay hard upon her, imprisoning her under his powerful weight.  She continued to thrash her head.  Unable to arch her back, twist her body or even adjust her hips, he flailed her arms about the couch, sometimes gripping hunks of mattress cover or parts of nearby cushions in her female agony. Mark’s loins continued to rise and fall over her petite body, as he directed his turgid dick into her helpless body, over and over.

Over and over.

In, and out—in and out—in, in deeper—and out!

“Ugh-ugh-oh!  Huh-UH!  Uh-UH! Uh-uh-uh-UGH!”  The rhythm of the mattress creaking and Nina’s gasps was surprisingly loud in the oak paneled office.  She responded to each painful thrust with a gasp or a grunt, as though a small part of her female soul was being extruded from her loins.  It felt like dozens of invisible fingers had taken grips on her skin, the inner walls of her pussy, and the muscles and tissues in her belly, only to stretch them wide apart!

As miserable as she was, Mark himself was getting a rather more comfortable fit inside her. Nina’s pussy gripped him more snugly than tightly, and she had become somewhat lubricated.  He could now fuck her in earnest, sliding his hog in and out, in and out.

“It hurts, Mark, it still hurts!  Please, please—stop—or finish—or—just, no, no—oh, OW!—no more, no…more…I can’t take it, any…any more…uh-uh-ohhh…YEOW!”

Mark paused for a moment.  He arose to a partial push-up position, looming above her.  He wanted to savor every detail of raping Nina.  Most of his sensory attention was centered on the exquisite feelings of his prick nestled so wonderfully in Nina’s virgin body, but he was not oblivious to her beauty, the scent of her perfume, or the cruel satisfaction of hearing her grunts, groans, screams.  And her tears!  She continued to cry and sob, rewarding his sick ego with her pain, misery, and humiliation.

He rose a bit higher, straightening his arms and knees.  He was arched above his lovely victim, from his palms to his toes, yet with his cock still firmly impaling the miserable nineteen-year-old. He looked down at the young Creole beauty, memorizing the vision of raped loveliness for his bank of sadistic memories. 

Nina’s crying subsided, somewhat, with the respite.  She looked up at her rapist with an expression of pained anticipation.  Her pageboy hair had lots much of its curl from sweat and motion, falling from her head in chaos of tangled brown.   She was beginning to catch her breath, and her magnificent 34C breasts rose and fell with heavy breathing.  They’re so round, so firm, like..like…melons,….like nothing I’ve ever seen…”   he mused.  Mauling and squeezing them had given them a bit of pink blush, especially around her nipples, so her light brown skin had blotches of darker, reddish brown.

I’m not done with those tits, baby—not by a long shot!  he resolved.  Her ripped blouse and the large, silk sleeves—now creased and damp from sweat and tears—belied the lady-like image she had projected a mere hour before.

Mark wiggled his prick in her pussy, providing the engorged blood vessels of his massive penis with a touch of refreshing stimulation. With their bodies slightly separated, they both looked down their torsos at the intimate union he had forced upon—or into—her: his big white dick, smeared pink with her virgin blood, impaling her pristine, bushy-thick cunt!

He wriggled his rape-rod in her some more.

“Are you through?”  asked the innocent coed in a defeated voice.  “Did you come?”

He studied the raped young beauty beneath him.  He was mystically fascinated with the girl: her ripped blouse, her navy blue skirt pushed up to her waist, with the box pleats flared off to her sides, and the white satin half-slip bunched up.  Her pantyhose was a shredded mess, and the remains of her white satin panties, all askew, were kind of corded around  her tummy and hips.

“Are you finished?” she asked again.  “Please, Mark—it still hurts—would you please, please, pull out of me?”

Nina’s voice was quiet, and so defeated.

Nothing like the sight of a thoroughly raped virgin!  he thought. And to think his dick was still only three-quarters deep into the girl!

“P-please?…Mark…?”

“Nina.” 

“Yes—Mark—you’re done now, aren’t you?  You’ll stop?  Please?

“You don’t know anything about fucking a man, do you?  You don’t know shit about sex, do you!”

“Mark—“

“You naïve little cockteaser—I haven’t even started!”

He threw himself down upon her, his body weight slapping against her torso, with both downward and upward force, and his hard, up-thrust cock shoved its way deeper into the petite girl with renewed force.

He penetrated her afresh, impaling her and filling the deepest confines of her little pussy with the final centimeters of his maleness.

“OoooooooohhhHHH!  OW!”

Mark reached around her ribcage, and pulled himself even tighter onto her, driving his loins downward into her with unrestrained sadism.

“NOOOO!  Ugh—OWWWW!”

Nina screamed with a hurt she could never have believed possible.  She was just ripped apart, and felt so violated!  It was as though her loins were being freshly ripped asunder as he jammed all of his thick cock all the way into her belly!  “Hhhhhuuuuh!   Hhhhhuuuuh!” she gasped in agony, “Ooooooh! Oooooohhh!  Mark—no, noooo, stop, oh, it hurts, it fucking hurts!”

       “Of course ‘it fucking hurts!’” he said in a mocking voice.  “It always hurts the first time,  Nina—and you are being raped!”  He uttered a grunt and delivered a staccato of vicious jabs into her pussy.  “I told you you’d be getting a fuck you’ll never forget—ooooooo, oh!” Mark caught his breath, “and damnit, you’re going to get it!”

       He settled down to the business of serious fucking, sliding his forearms under Nina’s shoulders.  His hands were alongside her head, and he half-cradled, half-pinned her head so, with his fingers laced in her hair, she was forced to look up at him.  He pulled his thighs in tight against her ass, pushing her legs up, and angling her pussy right against his loins.  With other girls, the professor might have been engaging in regular, recreational sex.  But not with the young, inexperienced Nina!  His vicious penetrations had harshly reamed her, and she was still hurting.  The smearing of blood from her ripped maidenhead and a modicum of natural feminine lubrication was woefully insufficient for the wide male member that was now being jammed in and out of her.  He delivered it with long, evenly paced thrusts: every re-entry was a fresh torment. 

       Her lower belly felt like it was being ripped apart.  An intensely painful sense of stretching spread across her hips, and down her thighs.

       “Uh-oh! Uh-uh-uhhhh—ow!”  Every stab of his prick was a fresh hurt to the nineteen-year-old virgin. 

       “Yeah, Nina, baby.”  His voice was raspy and he breathed hard as his male energies were devoted to his loins’ vicious action.  “I wanted to fuck you the day you first walked into class, you know that?” 

       Neither one said anything for some time.  He raped now her in earnest, with strong, steady shoves in and out The oak-paneled office was filled with the sound of heavy breathing, grunts and sighs, groans and gasps, along with the rustle of fabric and rhythmic mattress squeaks. Each penetration of his fist-thick prick emitted a sucking sound, with a corresponding “squish” as he withdrew.

       The rape went on, and on. And on.   Nina’s vagina commenced its natural job of responding to sexual intercourse, and provided lubrication.  Friction got easier, but she was still stretched painfully.  She lay passively on her back, and somehow distanced herself mentally.  She stared at the sofa cushions, at a spot on the ceiling, on the wall, anything just so she was distracted from the middle-aged professor who was mercilessly driving his penis in and out of her petite teenage body.

       She did notice, however, that he altered his speed and the depth of his penetration from time to time.  She thought maybe it meant he was climaxing, but she really had no idea.

       “Mark, Mark, Mark, please—stop, finish, I don’t care if you cum in me, I just want you to stop!” 

       The professor didn’t answer, except for his continued thrusts into her tormented cunt.

       “Just…stop…you’re ripping me apart!”

       “Actually, I’m raping you apart!  Now why don’t you just shut up and take what you’ve got coming, you little bitch!  Don’t you know how you’ve been cockteasing me all year?”

       Nina threw her head back in despair.  Mark continued pumping her, delivering his massive cock into her with incessant thrusts.  It was more than she could bear, not that she had any alternatives but to endure—not only his relentless, violent lust, but also his occasionally sarcastic humor and vicious invective. 

       In…and out.

       In…and out.

       In…and out!

       Most of his fucking was long, deep, with an almost leisurely penetration. The fat girth of his penis would pull out to her pussy lips; then it would kind of puff out as it squeezed its way back into her. When he had about half his length reinserted into the cramped confines of her pussy, it became constricted and squeezed its way all the way in—where it painfully pushed outwards,  against her vaginal walls.

This somewhat relaxed pace offered no respite.  He was way too much man for a teen virgin!   He would occasionally intersperse them with short jabbing thrusts, keeping most of his hard penis firmly implanted in her.

In-out

       In-and-out!

       In-out, In-out, In-out, In-out

       In-and-out!

       In-out, In-out.

       In-and-out!

       In-and-out!

       In….and….OUT!!!

       Time was non-existent as he raped and raped her. Mark would lay down upon her, and the feel of her large, firm tits against his chest helped keep his pernicious passions well stoked.  Then he would slide his arms under her back in a suffocating embrace, with his ass rising and falling and his sex piston delivered more punishment to her pussy.  Other times he would straighten his arms and rise above her, so he could feast his eyes upon her plundered beauty.  Every detail of the rape was to be enjoyed, and treasured in his memory bank of evil acts.

       Professor Smith kept complete control over the girl, and the progress of the rape. Nina had no idea how long he had been fucking her.  Was it fifteen minutes?  Twenty?  Over a half-hour? 

       It seemed like hours.  There was no respite to the merciless stretching.  And it got worse.

       Nina never noticed just when and how it happened, but she found that he had risen up on his knees, and hooked his arms around her thighs, forcing her legs up, vertically.  Her tight little ass was lifted up off the mattress, resting against Mark’s thighs.

       And her legs were pointing straight up!

       He held her legs hard and tight..  There was a marked increase in speed.  He was fucking her harder, faster, deeper—most of his cock came out, only to be slammed back in!  Nina sensed something was happening, some kind of resolution. 

What the young ingénue didn’t quite understand was that Mark was building up to his climax.

       Long, hard jabs, deep into her tortured girlhood!  Over, and over, and over!  Nina was laid back on the mattress, her arms reaching out to her sides, and she grabbed the cushion covers in her fists in a futile effort to dissipate her suffering.

       “Ohhhhh…!  Uhhhhh…Ooooo!  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-- Ow!”

       She had long ago despaired of her begging and pleading producing any mercy or relief.   All Nina could do was whimper and groan as Mark prepared for his final assault into her young body. “Oooooh—Ugh!” she sobbed.

       Mark accelerated to his maximum speed, slamming into her like a jackhammer.  He could feel the heat building in his prick, heat and pressure desperately seeking release, as though the tip of his raper was glowing red-hot. A sudden rush of fluid blasted up the length of his cock, collecting and capturing the heat, and shooting into the girl, filling her tiny confines with hot sperm!

       Nina sensed a gush of warmth deep in her belly.

       Inexperienced as she was, the virgin knew that he was coming in her. He pulled back, and rammed into her again, as hard and deep as ever, and remained shoved into her and drenched her womb with more semen.  His balls banged against her crotch.  Then another shot of man-juice emptied into her.

A different dread filled her:  the prospect of pregnancy now  tormented her.  Mark resumed his pounding away at her, fucking her again and again with no respite as he released several successive shots of semen.  More bursts of cum erupted from the tip of his over-sized dick, another, and then another. His cum provided more lubrication, but there was still no relief from his massive girth. 

       He slowed down.  It felt so intensely good, those last diminishing gushes of ejaculation as he flushed his lust into poor Nina.   Mark continued to fuck her—he was still good and hard—but he was feeling wonderfully, gloriously finished. 

       He pushed himself into her, as long and hard and deep as he could.  At last, at long last, he was done.  His sadistic lust was finished, now diminished to a sense of small seepage into her.

       Satiated at last, he lay upon her, full-weight, and relaxed. Nina could not evade the smell of his sweat and the heaving of his pectorals as he recuperated. His head was next to her temple.  He combed her soft, but wet hair with the fingers of his left hand, and pressed his cheek against hers. Her face was so soft, and she smelled exotically of perfume, sweat, and sex.

       Nina was so beautiful, and she felt so good, as he enjoyed her loveliness and those last little drippings of cum seeping into her violated cunt.

       Mark felt great, but Nina was so very, very hurt! Stunned in pain, she lay underneath her rapist, head to her side, and gazed vacantly into the now darkened office.  His face remained buried in her hair.  The delicate fragrance of her shampoo mingled with their animal scents.  Her hair was  quite bedraggled, but it was still soft, and it had always appealed to him, so soft, relaxed and delicately brown.

       All year long, Mark had to settle for little “accidental” touches upon it, and how he had his face in it—with his cock stuffed deep in the lovely coed!  Never had his fucking—be it seduction, manipulation, coercion, or, for that matter,  rape—of a girl been so perfectly satisfying!

       The middle-aged professor straightened his sturdy arms, and raised his body off her.  A drop of sweat fell onto her temple, and she wiped it away, still avoiding his steel-gray-blue eyes.  “You look so beautiful, Nina, so beautiful!  You don’t know how much I wanted you, the first day you walked into Calculus.  Every class, and lots of nights, I got turned on thinking about possessing your beautiful brown body. 

       “And now I have!”

       He paused, collecting his breath.

       “Damn, you were a fantastic lay!  You were soooo tight—you really surprised me, being a real virgin, the real thing, too—“

       Nina started crying again.  His uttering that word, “virgin,” rekindled the burning pain in her soul.   A flood of thoughts and feelings inundated her mind—or all of them dreadful!  She would never be a virgin again, never the chaste brainy princess of higher mathematics. Nor could she ever contemplate approaching her marriage bed pristine.  And her mother!  She had promised her mother she’d stay “pure” until marriage!  Oh, sure, it wasn’t “her fault”—or was it, with her dressing up so, flirting, to sweeten her exam grade?  And, how could she tell her mother her promise had been broken, even if it was against her will?

       She felt a pulling at her pussy.  It hurt—but the pain was also flowing out of her belly.  He was withdrawing.  Like a band-aid being yanked off of skin, there was pain, more pain—but also relief.

       It was an excruciating moment, but his final withdrawal from her body was now complete:  a cruel mercy.  He knelt on his knees, upright before his vanquished prey, right between her spread thighs.  Their genitals were wet, drenched with sweat and semen, along with scattered traces of blood from her torn cherry.  A more experienced girl would have been astonished that he was still erect, still hard and pointing out.  A drop of cum oozed out of his nozzle, beaded, and dripped off, creating a long gossamer strand, stretching down, down, down until it touched her thigh.  Mark scraped it off her coffee-colored skin with his fingertip, and collected it, sort of winding it, around his index finger until it was coiled around his fingertip.  He took hold of her hair and lifted her head up.

“Stick out your tongue, Nina,” he ordered.

The ingénue was utterly grossed out.  She was still in pain, but now she knew that he had more indignities in mind for her.  She clenched her face—pursing her lips—and shook her head “No.” 

       “No?” asked Mark.  “No?!?  I hardly think so!  Open your pretty little mouth, Nina!”

She pursed her lips tight, and managed to shake her head no, just a little, but enough to get her point across.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, you whore!”  He let go of her hair, and encircled her throat with his left hand.  His thumb located that pressure point, and he pressed in.  Dread shot through her soul, a terror that far exceeded her revulsion for the man-goo mounted precariously on his finger.  “Your tongue, girl!”

His thumb pushed in again.  A little flash of dark purple shot across her retina as her brain was momentarily starved of oxygen.   In unconscious panic, she complied.  Nina’s tongue, wet and pink, shot out.  “Keep it out,” he ordered, and he smeared the remaining drops of cum across her tongue-tip.

Her senses restored, it disgusted Nina. “You’re nothing a receptacle for my cum, Nina,” he added.  “Just my pretty little cum bucket!”  Then he pressed his nozzle against her lips, and smeared them with his man goo.  He finished by wiping the sides of his cock against her cheeks.  “You’re black, you’re beautiful, and you’re bright as hell, but right now, right here, you’re assignment is to service me!”

He yanked her hair up, and wrapped his sticky dick in her pageboy locks, round and around.  It felt good, her relaxed, silky hair, all around his dick!  Then, with his fist wrapped around her hair, which was in turn wrapped around his coed-fucker, he pulled and jerked off, caressing and drying his slimy, turgid dick with her strands.   Nina could feel his balls bouncing against her cheek.  He was keeping himself hard, even though he had just had an explosive climax in her sore pussy.

After a bit more of this pleasure, he pulled away, and got off her.  Nina breathed a big sigh or relief.  He must be done with me, she thought.  He’s finished.  I can go now!

But that was not to be.

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.

The Lecherous Professor

And

The   Lovely Young Math Scholar

By

“Prey4Me”

Epilogue – A

(#3 of Four Parts)

       “The police,” Nina had answered. 

       “Of course.  I knew I couldn’t get away with this,” he intoned, as he got behind the wheel.  “I’ll change my mind later, I’m sure, but having you—possessing you—still seems worth it, somehow.  It’s the damndest thing.  I had been admiring you so long, from afar.  So chastely.  So discretely.   I’ve done that with other girls, I’ll admit.  But as I said, it’s been different with you.  You’re black—brown, actually, I have a thing for precision, it’s common to us math types, but then, you’re a math person, you know—“ and the professor prattled on in an oddly casual tone as he backed the car out and headed for the main road.

       “You just raped me, you bastard,” Nina interjected.  “Three times!”

       “I know, and, well, saying I’m sorry will never, ever be enough.  I know that, I really do.  I just thought that, well, if you understood how all this happened, it might make some sense and bring some comfort to you. You’re going to need closure, and I don’t know what else to say or do before they put the handcuffs on me.

       “Because I am sorry, damned sorry, but I know that will always be insufficient.”

       “And I still hurt,” retorted Nina.  “You don’t know how I hurt!” 

       “No, I don’t. I can’t.”

       They were approaching the edge of the campus.

       “I just want to say, Nina, you are an extraordinary young woman.  Extraordinarily bright, of great character, and so very  beautiful.  You’ll put this behind you, I really think so, and get on with your life.  My life will be different.  I probably won’t get out of prison until I’m on Social Security!

       “But you’re like my wife. You have a lot in common.   I guess that’s partly why I was so drawn to you. She’s very strong and resourceful and handles adversity, like you.   She’ll have to get along and take care of the kids, somehow.  I really messed things up for her.  Just as I have for you.  And the Math Department. And the University! Damn, damn, damn it all, I’ve really fucked up, haven’t I?”

       Mark was getting more emotional, more than she had seen him during the entire sadistic ordeal.  He actually started to cry.

       “I’ve not only fucked you, I’ve fucked everybody else, haven’t I?  I let my obsession for you get out of control; it became crude, brutal lust, and I-I-I raped you, my favorite student—you never knew that, I couldn’t tell you, but you were—and, and, I’ve hurt you beyond forgiveness, and I’ve destroyed my life, my career—I can deal with that, I deserve it, all of it—but it will destroy my wife and ruin my children’s future—oh, damn,  damn, damn me, what have I done? What have I done?”

       He was sobbing and crying now, the polar opposite of the composed, control sex fiend of the previous five hours.

       “And the scandal will just poison the Department!  I wouldn’t be surprised if this made the national news…”

       The car turned, and the police station came into view.

       “We’re here now, Nina.  I can only tell you I am so, so sorry.  If I could go back to the beginning of this evening….but of course, that’s silly.  I knew what I was doing, even if I was powerless to control it, and I know what’s going to happen to me.  Probably a minimum of ten years, plus other charges—I guess I’m looking at the next thirty or forty years, huh?”

       He pulled into the parking by the police station—the far side.  Squad cars were parked all over.   A cruiser pulled up to the street, entered traffic, and moved off to patrol.  The police station was mostly dark, except for the front steps and office.

       He turned off the motor, and they sat in the car.  Nina hadn’t said anything since they left the campus.  Mark continued his monologue, a self-pitying set of random associations. 

       “It’s just, just…I had no idea how my love for you had been festering so, all through the school year.  I thought I was just kind of admiring you, a secret crush, you know?  You know, a lot of white girls get attracted to a mature professor, it’s natural, happens all the time.   And—I’ll be honest, I’m ashamed to admit it, but—I’ve, well, indulged in a few.  Several, actually.

       “But you, Nina—you!  You’re brown.  Creole, actually?  Those green, almond eyes!  Bewitching!  Yes, you didn’t mean to, but you bewitched me!  There must be some Asian, maybe a little streak of East Indian in you?  Along with some English?  Do you have any family from the Caribbean?  You just have such an exotic visage, I can’t explain it.   Not to mention I could hardly keep my eyes off that perfect body of yours!”        

       Nina was stunned into silence.  Mark—her rapist!—was saying everything, everything!—she had always wanted a cultured, establishment…white…man to say to her!  It was as though they were on a date in a quiet, dark bistro.  The car radio was playing classical music, Mozart or Handel or somebody.

       Neither one reached for a door handle.  Mark continued.

       “So what was going in me was more subtle but more powerful than I knew.  Perhaps I subconsciously was trying to force a resolution to my feelings for you when I gave you the ‘87’ on that exam.  You deserved higher, I knew.  And then you wanted to meet me alone, in private, in my office.  And when you showed up wearing that silk blouse and blue skirt, and you were so sophisticated and lady-like, and—I—I—I just lost control of everything.

       “Everything!

       “My professionalism, my morality, my marriage, my career—everything!  I guess you could say the Mr. Hyde in me just took over the good Dr. Jekyll, Nina.  And it’s my fault, I know, I let it!   But it’s not me, not the real me, please understand!  I’m not really this kind of sex fiend—I’ve never done anything like this before, I swear, I swear!  I’ve had a few indiscretions, but never, ever, have I forced myself on a girl, I swear it!”

       He was crying again.

       “And I’ll never do it again, I swear that too!”  He turned and forced a near-comical smile through his tears.  “Of course not, not where I’m going to be spending the rest of my life.”

       They sat in the car in silence.  Nina stared straight ahead.  Mark continued to sob.

       “Before we go in, and I get what’s coming to me, I want to tell you one thing.  It’s a stupid thing, and it’s way, way, too late, and it’s so very very wrong, but I have to—have to—tell you this, Nina.”

       “What.”

       “I love you.”

       Those three words—the “three magic words” in most any other situation—chilled Nina, right to her spine..  She was dumbfounded.  Every beautiful word she had wanted to hear from a classy, mature, establishment white man had now, absolutely,  been said to her.

       By a man who had just brutally raped her.

       Three times.

       Mark sat at the wheel, and simmered down.  He wiped the tears from his eyes.

       “There.  I’ve said it.  I wish I could have said it under other circumstances.  It’s just so sad that I messed things up, huh?  In a different universe, maybe things would have been different, better?  You deserve so much better, and I hope you’ll get it.  You’re so gifted and special, Nina, I’m sure you’ll make out all right.”

       The car went quiet for another couple of minutes.  Then Mark turned to her, and said, “Well?  Shall we go?”

       Nina remained utterly still and quiet.

       Mark turned and faced forward, and looked out the front.  He finally had nothing more to say.

       Three or four stone-cold minutes passed.  Finally, Nina inhaled deeply, and spoke.

       “Take me home, Mark.  To my dorm.”

       He breathed out relief like a tire with the valve pulled.

       “You sure?”

       “Yes.  Take me home.

       “Now.”

       He started the car, and eased it out of the police parking lot. 

       “You’ll never regret this, Nina, I promise,” he said, after a few minutes’ pause.  “I know I hurt you, but I’ll make it up to you, I promise.  I’ll do whatever it takes, whatever you need, for however long—anything, everything!”  With the change in Nina’s decision, he returned to his stream-of-consciousness prattle, as all sorts of bright ideas, promises, and good intentions poured into his over-active mind. 

       “If you need counseling, I can arrange it.  Maybe some religious support, too.  You’re a religious girl, aren’t you?”  It struck her as odd that if he “loved” her, he didn’t know the first thing about her spiritual beliefs. “I can steer you around the Math Department and make sure that all the professors make sure you succeed and, and, and—well, there’s something else I’m going to do for you, something really special.”

       Nina didn’t respond, but he told her anyway.

       “I’m working on a major academic article.  You can join in—I’ll list you as coauthor!  You’re just a freshman.  Do you know what it can do for your career to be co-listed on an original article in the Journal of Modern Mathematics?  It will make your career—you’ll have your pick of grad schools!”

       Back on campus, Nina wordlessly pointed at which turns to make to reach her dormitory.  Upon approaching it, Mark drove around to the back.  “Can you get in this way?” he asked.  “I mean, look how you’re dressed—we don’t want you drawing attention to yourself.”

       She nodded yes.

       “It’s not raining,eh?” he chuckled.

       She tightened the raincoat around herself.  He got out of the car, went around, and opened her door.  “Does your floor have one of those Jacuzzis?”

       She nodded yes.

       “Why don’t you go have a good long soak in it, and let those bubbles get all that stress out of your body, Nina.  Then sleep late.   Next week, you’ll feel better, and I’ll get started on all those things I’ve promised you.  And I mean it, I’m going to take care of you. Don’t worry about getting pregnant; I’ll take care of that if we have to.  I know I’ve hurt you, and I’m going to do everything I can to make it up to you, I promise!”

       He walked her to the back door.  A single, meager light illuminated the rear of the building.  A few feet away, a big dumpster stood like a hulk, emitting a foul odor.  Boxes of cafeteria provisions were piled on a dock, awaiting the arrival of the morning food crew.  Nina took out her college ID, and swiped the door lock, releasing it.

       She felt peculiar, profound, empty and so very confused.  Thousands of contradictory feelings and thoughts criss-crossed her soul.  She had just lost something priceless, her virginity to a man she had so admired—and loved?—but he turned out to be a sex fiend.  Yet a fiend with feelings, a life, a career and standing, a wife, and apparently a regret so intense if dripped with self-loathing.  Would anything be accomplished by ruining him?  No, she had decided.  But still, was this the right thing to do?

       He propped the door open with his foot.  They stood facing each other.  Then he gently held her by her shoulders, and pulled her close to him.  He pressed his face to her temple, and kissed her there.

       Gently.  Softly.

       There, amidst the deliveries, the trash, and odd cafeteria stuff, he kissed her, as though it were the conclusion of a first date. After hours of vulgar, wet, deep-tongue kisses that violated her romantic nature, he proffered a genteel, discrete kiss!

       She just didn’t know if she was doing the right thing.  Later, she computed her ordeal to have lasted about eight hours:  eight hours of rape, abuse, humiliation, violation, rape, and more rape!  All nested in a tangle of contradictory feelings of loathing, guilt, hatred, self-doubt, and all-over misery. 

Nina just wanted everything to be over and done with.

       A long soak in the Jacuzzi—that would be nice.  She felt dirty and defiled. Her vagina was sore, her loins ached, sending shoots of pain up into belly, down her thighs, and deep into her hips and buttocks.

       Yes, a long soak in the Jacuzzi, with jets of water to clean her to the deep.

       Perhaps Professor Smith did know what was best for this horrible situation, after all. Like many victims, Nina unconsciously deferred to the abuser’s agenda.

       The door closed, and Nina retreated into the darkness within. She watched Mark as he returned to the car.  He reached in, retrieved something, and walked over to the dumpster.  He reached in, jostled something, a bag of trash, and shoved the item in.  Then he pulled a few bags of trash this way and that, and quietly lowered the dumpster hatch.  The professor got back in the car, turned around, and headed out.

       The young girl, her body still aching and so very defiled,  watched as the car moved off into the early morning dark, and disappeared.

       She walked up the back stairs to her floor, swiped her ID to enter her dorm floor, and padded quietly down the hall to her room.  Thankfully, her roommate was out of town for the weekend and she’d have the place to herself.  She could retreat into quiet and solitude.  Oh, how she craved privacy and silence!  She reached her door, and fumbled for her room key.

       Suddenly, a door opened two rooms down. There was an outcry of laughter and shrieks.   Sarah Hanscomb, party girl extroardinaire, blonde, bad student, and oh, so shallow, walked out. Or rather stumbled out, obviously drunk.  Another gale of female party laughter burst from the room.  Sarah careened against the opposite wall, regained her balance, and turned—to see Nina, standing in the hall, in a man’s raincoat, heels, and nothing else.

       Sarah gawked at her and smirked.  She staggered up, her shoulder leaning against the wall for balance.

       “Well, look who’s coming in at three o’clock in the morning, and look how she’s dressed!” she cackled.  “Or undressed?   And  where have youuuuuuuu been, little-miss-‘I-study-don’t-date?’  And what is this, you’re latest thrift store find?  No, I think it’s somebody’s gift, a man’s present!”

       Nina tried to fit the key into the lock, but Sarah slid in front of the door.  She reeked of alcohol, but she was eyeball to eyeball with Nina.  Sarah suddenly became very serious.

       “Where in Hell have you been, Nina?  Or rather, what the Hell has happened to you?” Nina’s hair was a mess, and her face was streaked with tears, make-up, and a various bruises.

       “Never mind.”        

       “Are you all right?  You look, look—what are you doing wearing this?”

       “I’m all right, Sarah.  Just get out of my way.”

       The blonde grabbed the lapel of the raincoat, and pulled at it.  Drunk as she was, there was no overlooking the bruises on Nina’s face, throat and chest.

       “You’ve been hurt!”

       “I’m okay, Sarah. Just let me go!”

       Nina unlocked her door, but Sarah blocked entry.  “You’ve been hurt, Nina.  What happened?  Who did this?  Missy!  Emily!  Get out here—Nina’s been hurt!”

       “I’m all—I’m—never mind…” In an instant, Nina started crying again, and bumped up against Sarah.  The party girl was in no condition to support anybody, and the two of them  fell backwards against the doorframe, collapsing into a pile on the floor.  Girls suddenly came out of various rooms, to behold Sarah the party girl with her arms around the weeping Nina, so obviously naked under a man’s raincoat.

       Hardly a minute had passed before the floor’s entire occupants knew that Nina had been raped!  And it took just another minute for the essential detail to have been extracted from the confused and distraught victim. 

It was Professor Mark Smith!

       “Call the police!”  somebody said.

       “No,” Nina weakly protested.  “I just want to have a bath and go to sleep.”

       A bevy of girls’ voices moved to a fast consensus, to call the police.

       “We can’t let him get away with this, the jerk!”

       “They’ll do a rape test.  We’ll nail this creep!”

       “Just, just let me be,” protested Nina.  “It’s my fault, too.  I don’t want to do anything.  Just clean up and go to bed.”

       “Where are her clothes?”

       “Has she been hurt otherwise?”
       “Look at her—he beat the shit out of her!”

       “That’s his raincoat, Dr. Smith’s.  I’ve seen it.”

       “We need a lady cop.”

       “At this hour?  Good luck!”

       “Get her to the infirmary.”

       “Get her to the hospital!”

       “Wait til the cops get here.”

       “I saw this thing on CSI…”

       “This isn’t television, idiot!  Look at the girl!”

       “When are the police going to get here?”

       “Are you sure somebody did call the cops?”

       “Professor Smith raped her?  Isn’t he married?”

       “Doesn’t matter.  He’s fucking all sorts of girls.”

       “Why would he rape Nina?”

       “I see blue lights outside.  They’re here!”

       A few sober-minded girls got Nina into a bathrobe and onto her bed.  Somebody took custody of the raincoat.  Somehow they ferreted out of her that he had thrown something away in the rear dumpster, and before long a volunteer crew had  retrieved Nina’s shredded clothes.

       “I don’t want to do anything.  I’m not going to press charge, I won’t.  Just leave me alone,” she murmured over and over.

       A certain coed watched discreetly from the periphery.  She was Vietnamese, beautiful, slender, and with long black hair.  A small squad of officers arrived and moved the girls away, getting control of the situation, interviewing Sarah, taking notes and gathering the clothing.  They were quick, discrete, and professional.  They stabilized Nina and readied her for the ambulance. 

Phenh-Anh made a discrete approach to the stunned and very confused victim.

       “Nina.”

       “Yes, Phenh-Anh?  You-you understand.  He’s our teacher.  I can’t do this—it will ruin him!”

       “Nina.”        

       “Yes, Phenh-Anh?”

       “Nina, he raped me too!”

       

Nina

And

The Pernicious Professor

By

“Prey4Me”

Epilogue B

(#4 of Four Parts)

By “Prey4Me”

“Will the prisoner stand.”

       It was phrased as an interrogative, but it was actually an order.  Mark Smith, no longer a proffessor of mathematics, stripped of rank and tenure, and wearing an orange jump suit,  rose to his feet. 

       “The Bailiff will secure the prisoner.”

       This procedure came as no surprise.  It was not necessary to safeguard a prisoner from escape, as there were several police and court officers present.  It was a symbolic act.  A uniformed Bailiff came forward, and placed handcuffs on Prisoner Smith’s wrists, securing them to a waist chain.  He then knelt and affixed set of leg irons to his ankles.  Distinct “clicks” could be heard throughout that the entire, hushed courtroom.

       “Does the prisoner have anything to say before sentencing?”

       “Yes, your honor, I want to thank the court and my attorney for the speedy dispatch of these painful judicial proceedings.  I have already made explicit my apologies and my regrets to the victim, for whom I have the utmost respect and affection.  I further apologize to my wife and beg her forgiveness, and hope that in some way she can manage with my children in my absence.  I also extend my regrets and apologies to the University, to my peers, and to the Math Department for the shame I have brought upon them.”

       “Mark Smith, in addition to violating the victim’s person—a victim who was so perfectly innocent in every sense of the word—you have seriously disgraced your position as professor, scandalized your academic community, and transgressed your academic ethics. You have irrevocably violated your position and trust as citizen, teacher, husband, and father.  And, you have proven yourself to be a cynical, evil, and pernicious person.  In spite of your pronounced regrets and apologies, this Court finds no redeeming virtue in you and can discern no reason for mercy or leniency.  You are a distinct danger to society.  Further,  this Court regards the deterrence of other, similarly inclined fiends as an essential part of its mandate.

       “Mark Smith, you have been found guilty of three counts of Aggravated Rape.  One of these counts involved the secondary aspect of ‘Unnatural Acts.”  For each of these counts, you are hereby sentenced to fifteen years in the state penitentiary.

       “Mark Smith, you have further been found guilty of three counts of sexual Assault and Battery.  For each of these, you are sentenced to three years in the state penitentiary.

       “Mark Smith, you have further been found guilty of two counts of simple Assault and Battery.  For each of these, you are sentenced to two years in the state penitentiary.

       “Mark Smith, you have further been found guilty of Kidnapping, Third-Degree, to wit, forcing the involuntary confinement of the victim.  For this, you are sentenced to one year in the state penitentiary.

       “Mark Smith, you have further been found guilty of Tampering of a Witness, to wit, offering compensation and/or benefit to the victim in exchange for her declination of testimony.  For this, you are sentenced to one year in the state penitentiary.

       “The sentences for Assault and Battery, Kidnapping, and Intimidation of a Witness, in and of themselves, are to be served concurrently, but only at the conclusion of the serving of the sentences for Aggravated Rape.

       “The three sentences for the three counts of Aggravated Rape, fifteen years each, require an absolute minimum of ten years served before there is any eligibility for parole, probation or “good time.”  They are to be served prior to the other sentences.

       “Each of the three sentences for Aggravated Rape is each to be served consecutively.”

       “The Bailiff will remand the prisoner forthwith to the Warden of the State Penitentiary for the execution of  sentence.

       “This Court is adjourned.”

       A gavel hit the desk with a loud, resounding crack.

       “Court is adjourned!  All rise!”

The End