Break (closed for belvino)

[LassardLost]

Farr Davidson rang the doorbell of the Gonzalez Estate. In his khaki dress pants and brown leather shoes, a white button-down shirt and a sports coat, he looked just the part. He looked just like a prototypical professor. He had always liked the idea of “dressing like a professor”, it masked his extra-curricular activities that much better. Mrs. Gonzalez answered the door, a very nice plastic smile plastered on her face, a pearl necklace complementing her black dress quite nicely. Farr greeted her warmly and stepped inside the ornate foyer, an impressive chandelier hanging above and wide spiral stairs just off to the left behind her. The mansion was abuzz with people standing here and there conversing, the clink and clanks of refined people placing their glasses back on the closest “garcon’s” tray.

“Dr. Davidson, so nice of you to join us!” Mr Gonzalez came up to meet him. “What with your busy academic schedule and your business, I didn’t think you’d drop by. Welcome! Welcome!”

Farr returned the greeting warmly, with a firm hand shake and a dashing smile. It wasn’t for Mr Gonzalez. It was for the chance that any attractive lady in the room might see. It wouldn’t have been the first time he had reeled one in like that.

Mr Gonzalez was right though. Farr was surprised he was able to make it. At relatively young age of thirty-seven he had achieved tenure at the Department of Communications as the University, but not before starting a media consulting company that had done extremely well over the past few years. He had been able to purchase a large property on the far end of town, a multiple bedroom house on rolling hills, secluded from the main road. It suited his needs just perfectly. But despite all his business projects and his academic work, Farr always found time for his true passion. And at five-foot eleven with a slender athletic build, a body that he took care of, brown eyes and shortish salt and pepper (mostly pepper) hair atop a handsome face, he had no problem accomplishing his most desired task.

Once done schmoozing with Mr Gonzalez he went to the bar and requested a drink, turned around and scanned the room. The Gonzalez’s, patrons of the University, had always done a nice job of inviting a number of undergraduate and graduate students. Farr spotted a few in one corner, huddled under the shade of a small potted indoor palm tree. He smiled. The students always seemed to be intimidated by attending such a gathering, and thus stuck together. There was one though, a little ways away from the group under the tree, and she seemed to be talking with some confidence to another party-goer. He wasn’t sure if she was a student or not. But he made a mental note to keep an eye on her.

Farr turned around and sat on one of the stools by the bar, and struck up a conversation with the gentleman to his side. Yes. He had done a good thing coming here tonight. He should have no trouble at all.

 

[Belvino]

(ooc: This is my character)

Sophie Augustin was a good student. She had worked hard to get herself in college, and even harder to stay in, sometimes working two jobs in order to maintain her finances. That was why this University Benefit at the Gonzalez estate was out of character for Sophie. She didn’t go to parties. She didn’t waste her time with the drinking, and the boys who were persistently trying to find ways to get into her pants. But her friends had convinced her that it was her last year as an undergraduate, and she should at least get out and have some fun. Besides, they had said, you could meet all the hot professors, and have a chance to talk with them outside of the usual class structure.

Sophie knew exactly what her friends had meant by that. They had both been in a class with Dr. Farr Davidson for the last semester and could not stop talking about him ever since then.

“I think he has some special power that when he looks at you, you melt in the knees and instantly lose your panties,” one of the girls said with a somewhat dreamy expression on her face.

“I don’t know, I think he just makes me wet, and I can just imagine his big, hard co-“

“Abby! Don’t be disgusting, you know it is still against University rules to be even talking like this,” Sophie said, blushing fiercely. Her friends could be such crudes sometimes. The two of them broke out into laughter and Sophie raised the cup of punch to her lips feeling embarrassed. Her green eyes studied her friends carefully as they continued talking, but she soon lost interest. They were discussing the merits of various sized genitals on men when Sophie spotted him across the room.

She hadn’t seen him before until now, and realized he must have arrived only a few minutes ago. Sophie had been scanning the room every now and then trying to see if she recognized anyone. Of course when he walked in she couldn’t take her eyes off him, and was only broken out of her revere by Abby loudly clearing her throat.

“Uhh, what?” Sophie asked turning her attention back to her friends.

“What do you think, girth or length?” Abby asked her.

“I’m not sure what you mean…” Sophie said somewhat confused by the question as she tried to catch a glimpse again of the man she had just seen come in. He had disappeared and this almost worried her until she caught sight of him again. He was looking directly at her. Sophie nearly choked on the sip of the drink she took, but this only served to catch her friend’s attention.

The two of them turned around and spotted what Sophie had been watching only a moment ago. He was now speaking with someone at the bar, sitting comfortably on a stool.

“Oh my god! That’s Professor Davidson!” Abby exclaimed as she turned back to face Sophie a mischievous grin spreading across her features. “You were checking him out, weren’t you?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Sophie said trying to fight the rising blush in her cheeks.

“Oh, come on you two!” Beth grabbed Sophie’s wrist and dragged her along. Sophie could barely keep up with her friend as she pulled her through the crowd of people. Her nude stiletto heels clicked against the hard tiles as Abby followed close behind them. Sophie could feel her dress fluttering against her thighs, and self-consciously grabbed the hem with her free hand. It was a dark blue color, and barely reached far enough to cover her rear. Abby had lent it to her, and as Sophie realized where her friends were directing her to she suddenly regretted wearing it.

Sophie saw Beth reach forward and touch the man on the shoulder, “Professor Davidson! This is our friend Sophie. She wanted to meet you.” Sophie risked glaring at Beth and resisted the urge to kick her in the ankle with her heel. Beth just beamed at Sophie and shrugged.

“Hello, I’m Sophie Augustin,” she finally managed as she extended her hand towards him.

 

[LassardLost]

Farr felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see two young women, undoubtedly students, standing before him. One was beaming, and he vaguely recognized her from one of his undergraduate classes. The other caught Farr’s attention. She was perfect. And the reprehensive stare she gave her friend belied the length of her dress. Clearly, by virtue of the fact that he had never seen her before, yet here she was in the party of parties, wearing such an outfit - she had been coaxed into her current state of affairs. Farr smiled broadly as he extended his hand and returned the young girl’s greeting.

“Pleasure, Sophie.” He gently turned her shaking hand and brought his lips to it, looking in to her wonderful green eyes, kissing her on the back of her hand before continuing, “Farr Davidson.” Farr looked at Sophie’s friend. “As one of my former students, I would think coaxing your friend to come to a party in someone else’s clothing…” Farr shook his head in a partially feigned disapproval. Farr was a master of reading people. And though he had not fully sussed her out, he was almost sure that Sophie was the one. “Please,” he gestured to an open seat next to him at the bar, looking at Sophie, “have a seat. Your friends I’m sure will be fine talking about some of the gentlemen here. You strike me as someone too focused to enjoy an entire evening of that.” Farr looked over at Sophie's friend and winked at her. She giggled and hurried back to her other friend.

Farr took Sophie in. Her lighter brown hair fell just to the level of her pale, slender neck. She seemed so delicate. Her breasts were not large, which was exactly how he liked them. He was slender, petite, and would make quite the lovely addition. Farr thoroughly enjoyed looking at her, taking in her nervous energy. “So tell me about yourself Sophie.” Farr asked, looking at her with a pleasant smile, his body turned towards her.

 

[Belvino]

Sophie’s hand burned where Professor Davidson had kissed it. When he mentioned that her dress was not her own she got even more uncomfortable and tugged at the hem again even though she knew it was fine. She could not stop her embarrassment from showing on her face and wished that she could melt into the floor and just slink away. Beth’s giggle brought her back to the present as she glanced at her friend.

Please, have a seat.

It occurred to Sophie he had given her an order. Sit with him? Oh dear … Sophie’s thoughts were running nervously in her head. She couldn’t fathom why he would even consider wanting her near him. Slowly, she slid into the seat at his left, adjusting the hem of the dress again. It had slid farther up her thighs, exposing a great deal more of skin.

I should have worn stockings. Sophie tried to smile at the Professor, but felt it quickly waning. Being so close to the man she had found attractive, and after hearing her friends talk about him made her shyness only that much worse. She looked away and focused instead on the pattern of the wood bar top as she tried to think of what to say.

“Well, Professor Davidson, I work a lot to pay for school, but I will be graduating soon. I am studying to be a nurse,” thinking about her goals seemed to soothe her as she visibly relaxed. It was an easy topic to discuss and took her mind off the man next to her.

 

[LassardLost]

Farr couldn’t help but notice Sophie’s legs. There was so much of them to see after all. But he kept his composure as any true gentleman would, and simply looked at Sophie pleasantly, listening to her comfort herself with her musings on her career.

“A nurse?” Farr nodded in appreciation as he looked at his glass and swirled it around before looking back at her. “That’s a noble profession. As long as you’re ok with taking orders from your superiors for the rest of your life.” Farr laughed playfully, a genuine softness in his eyes as he did. “I’m only kidding – my mother was a nurse. I’m very proud.”

Farr’s mind was in two places. The first manned the conversation. The second was imagining this nubile little thing in bed, arching her back in pleasure as he ravaged her. He learned so much from those first encounters.

[OOC: The Professor, but in the clothing described in the first post, and a bit older, without the goatee]

 

[Belvino]

Sophie could not help the sense of pleasure she derived from making the Professor proud. She didn’t understand why this excited her so, and soon found herself frowning in confusion. To hide her emotions Sophie took another drink from her glass, finally draining it. She laid the empty cup on the bar and stared at it for a long time at a loss for what to say.

Her thoughts were drifting back to what her friends had said earlier… melt at the knees… makes me wet. This only served to increase the blush on her features and she coughed again. She knew they were right to a degree. He had a certain air to him that made Sophie even more flustered and nervous than usual. She was so nervous that she hadn’t even realized how much she was squirming in her chair until she had nearly fallen out of it. Her hands grabbed the bar tightly as she gave the Professor a sheepish look.

“I’m sorry Professor. I should probably get back to my friends. I don’t imagine you would want to hear my life story,” she said looking away from him. She fiddled with a napkin unaware that she had begun to tear it into shreds.

 

[LassardLost]

Farr read Sophie like an open book. The subtle blush, the nervous twitch of tearing the napkin. The "too loose" swig of her drink. When she almost fell off her chair Farr steadied her by placing his hand on her forearm. He had her. He could see it in her. She had it. All he had to do, was push just slightly.

"No, no please Sophie, I'm enjoying your company. Won't you stay?"

Given that he had put her in a situation where she really could not say no, he turned fully towards her in his seat and leaned in a bit towards her, lowering his voice.

"Actually, if you don't mind. It'd be nice to just get away from the bar and the noise. It'd be nice to just go for a walk. The Gonzalez's place is rather extensive as you can imagine, and I'm close to them so the won't mind us perusing their halls."

Stepping of his seat Farr opened his palm indicating for Sophie to give her his hand as she dismounted as well, which she did, and the two of them meandered out of the main party hall.

"Your friends seem to have coaxed you into coming here today. You don't strike me as the party-going type, am I correct?"

Farr turned down another hallway, looking at Sophie as they spoke.

 

[Belvino]

Sophie couldn’t argue with the Professor. He had a commanding presence and his statements were forward and direct. Less a question, and more a request, a demand. Eventually she just nodded not knowing what she was going to say to him. He turned his whole body towards her and Sophie’s breath hitched. She could feel her skin tingling with his closeness and even felt the light caress of his breath over her ear as he whispered to her.

It was like they were sharing some naughty secret, and when he took his hand in her own she could not resist following. Perhaps a walk would clear her head? She noticed though even as they drew away from the crowded party, and into the secluded halls he had not let go of her hand. She debated asking for her hand back, but decided against it. The constant contact was calming. It made her feel more like they were old friends and he was not the very handsome gentleman whose mere presence made her nervous.

Your friends seem to have coaxed you into coming here today. You don't strike me as the party-going type, am I correct?

His question made her look up at him and she smiled a little. “I guess I must be standing out more than I thought. They did convince me into coming here, they said it would be good for me. It’s the only party I have been to my entire time here.” Sophie did not mention that her friends had also said it was a good place to meet professors. The way they had been talking Sophie had a suspicion that it was not their first time fraternizing with the male faculty.

 

[LassardLost]

I guess I must be standing out more than I thought. They did convince me into coming here, they said it would be good for me. It’s the only party I have been to my entire time here.

Farr smiled. "You stand out because you don't conduct yourself like a little teenage girl. You conduct yourself like a woman." They approached a set of double doors. Farr opened it without hesitating, and continued the conversation.

"You've obviously spent a lot of time in the library. Have you ever seen one like this?" Farr closed the double doors behind them and flicked on the lights. They were dim, but they lit up a massive library, circular in construction, a dome at the top of the ceiling with ornate mosaic patterns. Several couches and chairs, some dark oak tables with little lamps atop them filled the room. Five very tall ladders attached to the bookshelves extended all the way to the ceiling - as the books did them selves. Farr looked up, appreciating it all. "Isn't it incredible?"

As his beautiful little walking partner took all in, he walked to a bookshelf close by and started running his fingers across some of the book spines. He motioned for Sophie to join him as he inspected each book. Finally pulling one out. "The Gonzalez's have such an eclectic mix! They've been collecting for over three decades." Farr's choice of book was quite deliberate, but he played it off as if he had just chanced upon it.

"Ha! Look at this. You would have never thought Mrs Gonzalez would allow such a text in her home!" Farr opened the book to a "random" page and began reading.

Once the Heaven and the Earth have reached their state of communion, his every touch will electrify and invigorate her. His warm breath upon her neck will make her his. And it should be no other way, as it is only by the Heaven's down-pouring of love can there be growth from the Earth. And yet if he has no partner for love, he will bear no fruit.

Farr kept an amused smile on his face, keeping his appearance as one of playfulness. He stepped a bit closer to Sophie, as if to show her the book, his finger on the line that he was reading. He dropped his voice subtly. "My... listen to this."

As he fills her, marking her as his own, he, they both, are complete. The Earth having not realized until that very moment what she truly ached for.

Farr knew that Sophie was not dimwitted. But what he also knew was that it would be incredibly difficult for her, an intelligent, attractive woman, to overcome the onslaught he had just directed her way.

 

[Belvino]

Sophie could not help gaping as they entered the room. Her eyes immediately lifted towards the ceiling as she studied the patterns so carefully painted there. The library was everything she ever dreamed of. She only wished she could spend all her time here. For a brief moment she wondered if they were allowed to be in here, but shrugged the thought away. Who wouldn’t want to share this beautiful space?

“It’s beautiful! I have always wanted a library like this one,” She smiled at the Professor just as he pulled out a novel from the shelf.

Sophie stepped closer to the Professor in an attempt to see what he was reading. She looked over the top of the book, but did not have to wait long because he had started reading out loud. The words were eloquent, but at the same time hinted of sexual things. Sophie closed her eyes, trying to hide the feeling of discomfort she had suddenly felt. This was all wrong. She shouldn’t have walked down the hall with the Professor and certainly should not be reading such inappropriate material.

“It’s very…. erotic,” Sophie finally managed as her eyes opened again to see that he had stepped closer to her and was watching her curiously. She lowered her gaze, her breathing getting wildly out of control with the sudden turn of events. Slowly, Sophie moved away from him trying as much as possible to gain her senses back. She grabbed the back of an armchair and pretended to be interested in the old world map stretched out across the table before her.

 

[LassardLost]

Farr could see the effect he was having on Sophie. Her level of discomfort was apparent, as she feigned interest in some things on a table that was close by.

Farr smiled kindly, and stepped closer to her, gently touching her arm with his hand. "I'm sorry, Sophie." He said with a warmth in his tone. He could see her relax just slightly as she looked at him, but his touch was also having its own effect. Her slight decrease in discomfort wouldn't last long.

"I can see that that made you uncomfortable." Farr stepped closer. He raised his other hand to touch her face gently, and leaned right up close to her, lowering his voice. "But discomfort, Sophie, is the beginning of a wonderful, wonderful world." And before she could retract, before she could say anything, Farr leaned in and kissed her on the side of her neck, his left hand finding its rest on her hip, his right in the small of her back. Farr had taken his bet - that with a little bit of firmness - even a little more if needed - Sophie would succumb to his advances. And if she didn't...

...it would make things a lot harder for her.

 

[Belvino]

Sophie was just beginning to control her emotions when the Professor stepped next to her and just barely touched her arm. She felt a tingle creep up her arm, and resisted the urge to rub the sensation away. She couldn’t be feeling these things with him in the room. Sophie should have never followed her friends and she wouldn’t have been in this situation.

I’m sorry, Sophie.

She blinked and smiled a bit, perhaps she had been all wrong about him. Perhaps it was just a simple coincidence that he had pulled out that book, had looked at her so suggestively, and had guided her away to this library. She did not miss that the noises of the party were far away, far enough that she would never be heard if worse came to worse. Sophie noticed how close he was, and couldn’t help staring at his lips wondering for the briefest moment what he would taste like. She shook her head, once again regretting her chain of thoughts. Her friends had been far too right about his magnetism.

He was closer still and reached a hand to her cheek. The touch was gentle and quick as he bent forward and pressed his lips against her neck. She felt the warm wetness of his kiss, and almost melted against him. It would be so easy just to give in, just to fall into those arms and let him take her away, but she couldn’t and felt herself feebly raise her hands as she pressed her palms into his chest.

“Please, Professor! We cannot it’s against University policy,” she was staring at him, but thinking all the while where his kisses could go. Where they could go. Her head was swimming with confusion, her conscious both telling her no, and yes.

 

[LassardLost]

Farr knew the instant Sophie's hands touched his chest that she was his. There was barely any pressure against him at all.

"Please professor, we cannot! It's against University policy!"

She clearly sounded as if she was desperately looking to put up the front of an excuse. Farr simply kept moving his kisses down her neck, letting his tongue slither out for a flash against her bare skin, moving down to her collar bone. Her other hand moving behind her back. He moved back abruptly, and looked her in the eyes - his intensity telling Sophie everything she need to know about how things were going to happen.
"Do you notice, Sophie," Farr moved closer to her, his lips so close to her that their lips almost grazed, "that you blamed the University? There were a thousand other very good reasons we shouldn't be doing this. You chose the weakest one. You did that, Sophie, because you want this." Farr kissed Sophie on the lips with an intensity of passion, as if she was some long lost lover with whom he had just been re-united, his hands dropping to Sophie's, pulling her into him. He let go again. "I've locked us in, we're safe, you and me. Let me make you love this moment."

 

[Belvino]

Sophie was beginning to feel her skin heat up everywhere he had placed his lips. She was lost, gone, all desire to fight so hopelessly abandoned. Her body was giving in to the sensations, molding against his own. When he looked at her she knew there had been no hope for her all along. He had it planned out. For how long? She couldn’t know. All she knew was she wanted this more than anything.

Do you notice, Sophie that you blamed the University? There were a thousand other very good reasons we shouldn't be doing this. You chose the weakest one. You did that, Sophie, because you want this.

Sophie could feel herself nodding. Yes, he had caught her good in his little web, and now she was his to bend to his will. His lips locked on her own, and she moved her hands away from his chest as her arms slid around his neck. She let herself fall into the kiss, get lost in the moment and forget all her inhibitions. Her back was pressed tightly against the armchair, her front captured by the man who had attracted her from across the room. His lips were soft, demanding, and delectably sweet. It was everything she could have imagined, and more.

He took her hands in his own and removed them from his neck. She thought he was going to let her go until he pulled her back, and held her tightly. I've locked us in, we're safe, you and me. Let me make you love this moment.

“Please,” Sophie begged her eyes clouded with desire. She could only imagine where things would lead from here, and felt a warm, achy need between her legs.

 

[LassardLost]

Please…

Whether Sophie’s last “please” was intended as her last defense or a desperate longing, it didn’t matter. It was a desperate longing as far the professor was concerned. Farr grabbed Sophie by her ass and picked her up, sliding his hands under her thighs and holding her up as his latest acquisition, the tender and beautiful Sophie, wrapped her legs around him. Kissing her ravenously down her slender neck, and then nuzzling face into her cleavage for sheer lust’s sake, he brought her to a large cough and lay her down on her back. Now he kneeled between her legs, which he wasted no time in parting. He could already see a large wet spot on her underwear as her skirt rode up her pale soft skin. Sliding his hands up along the length of her legs he hooked his fingers around her underwear and pulled them down and off her legs, knocking off her heels as well. He again slid his hands up her legs, lightly up the inside of her thighs and up and under her dress, his fingers spread open, caressing her body as he dove into her. His mouth engulfed her pussy, creating a tight seal around it, and he hummed deeply, blowing heat into her as he jut his tongue into her – tasting her. He flickered his tongue back and forth just inside her, bringing his finger down to massage her clit as he ate her like had been starving for her for days. She was so fresh, so perfect. He released and gave her several long, hard licks through her pussy, and then dove back in deeper, thrusting his tongue as far inside Sophie as it would go, circling, pushing, pulling, curling inside her, shaking rapidly side to side. He brought his hands around to her ass and pulled her into his mouth. For several minutes he just spent tantalizing Sophie with his tongue, lips and fingers, and then, with his mouth covered with her own juices, got up upon her, bracing himself with one elbow – the devil in his eyes – leaned down and kissed her. A wet, sloppy kiss of such intense passion and heat, his tongue snaking into Sophie’s mouth, the two of their bodies’ writhing against each other, her skirt half way up her body…

 

[Belvino]

Sophie moaned and let her head fall back as she wrapped her legs around Farr’s waist. His kisses continued his breath blowing between her cleavage while his lips and tongue left trails of his presence. She hadn’t realized he was carrying her towards the couch until she had fallen into it, and he laid between her legs. His hands pushed up her dress and quickly removed her panties, her heels clattering to the floor.

For a brief moment Sophie felt the slightest bit of regret, and apprehension for her decision. This all fell away to the back of her mind when Professor Farr resumed his assault on her. She cried out loudly hoping that no one could hear her. It would certainly not do to get caught in such a compromising state. The Professor’s mouth closed on her clit, and he sucked greedily. Her back arched up in response, her hips rocking back and forth in careful rhythms. He was not gentle, but oh it felt so good, and she only wanted more, more, more.

She wanted to reach out and tangle her fingers in his hair, but he moved forward and kissed her lips. She could taste herself on him as she closed her hands around his face and held him there while their tongues mingled. Her hips rubbed against him, feeling his hardness pressing into her belly. Her hands moved from his face then, and down his body trying desperately to undue his pants.

“Please Professor I want this, I need it.” Sophie whispered against his mouth.

 

[LassardLost]

Farr grabbed Sophie’s hands one by one and moved them up above her head, leaving them there as he unbuckled himself and pulled his pants with his boxers down, kicking them off and onto the ground, revealing his hard, eight inch long cock, bouncing in the air as he adjusted himself over Sophe. Somehow he looked intensely serious and mischievous at the same time as he looked into Sophie’s eyes, pushed his tip against her throbbing wet pussy, and slid right in. He let a breath out as he started to fuck her, sliding deep within her and then beginning to move his hips against hers slowly. She was so wonderfully tight – but so wet that he slipped in with ease. He loved the feeling of her hot sex around him, and he could tell by how she parted her lips, arched her back, released her moans into the air that she loved his too. He leaned down close to her, pulling her into him with one strong arm around her lower back and ass as he slid back and forth, back and forth inside her, never letting his tip come out. He let his other hand come up and pulled the top of her dress down, popping out one of her breasts, which he grabbed firmly with his hand, pinching her nipple and grasping, groping at her. He leaned in to her breast and started tasting it as he ravaged her with passion from below. For some unknown time they fucked each other on the Gonzalez’s couch, until finally Farr was unable to contain his urge anymore. He looked right into Sophie’s eyes, who started pulling her hips back in anticipation of his cumming. She really thought that he wasn’t going to mark her as his? Farr smirked as he reached his hand around her ass and pulled her back into him, thrusting his cock deep into her, arching his back and yelling “Fuck!” as his cock gushed a massive load of hot white seed into Sophie, so much so that cum gushed out of her. Sophie could feel his cock bucking and thrusting inside her, his wet hot cum filling her up, leaving no part of her insides untouched. Farr felt her, despite her amusing look of both shock and abject pleasure, contract again and again around him, arching her back and grabbing his strong arms as she came. And as they came together, Farr knew with certainty that Sophie was the one.

 

[Belvino]

The Professor’s large member was now in full view of Sophie and she felt herself become even more aroused and needy. He didn’t waste much time and soon thrust it between her cleft within her wetness. He was so hard and so large within her, but she wanted this and could feel her body giving to the pressure. She was opening for him like a flower spreading her slickness around him until her buried almost to the hilt. She could feel he was filling her completely, more than any other boy she had ever slept with.

She had not moved her hands since he had lifted them above her head and instead gripped so tightly to the couch her knuckles were turning white. Her hips met each thrust her own legs wrapped tightly around him. She couldn’t stop her moans of pleasure, was helpless to the wonderful sensations of the hot sex she was having on a stranger’s couch in the midst of a party. Sophie rolled her head back closing her eyes to experience the sensations with minimal interference.

After a while Sophie opened them again and studied the Professor as he pounded away. She knew at the moment when he was about to succumb to his orgasm because he had gotten a certain look in his eye and was moving faster. She tried to pull her hips back from him, but he grabbed her and forced her down onto his cock. She could feel him swell, and twitch just as his expletive rang out in the relative quiet of the library. He was still thrusting within her when Sophie felt the familiar tightness and then a sudden rush as if she had risen over the crest of a wave. She felt her muscles tighten, and release repeatedly around his cock while she rode out her orgasm her hips moving much slower against him.

She laid there her breath still heavy and fast as his cum oozed from between her legs. She was watching him, studying him for a while until she moved away. She had to squirm to get out from beneath him. After their little tryst she felt satisfied, and yet there was an undertone of guilt. She knew she had done something wrong.

"I.... I should get going now," Sophie said not looking at him. She snatched her panties off the floor and quickly slipped them on, adjusting her dress so it was covering her in all areas once again.

 

[LassardLost]

Farr got dressed as well, and before Sophie could leave, approached her and touched her cheek lightly with his hand.
"That was wonderful Sophie, thank you." It was clear that while Sophie had enjoyed their little tryst, the "good girl" in her was just a bit frantic. She nodded and gave a soft if not nervous smile, and walked out of the library. Farr looked at her as she walked. Her ass moved from side to side in the tight dress. Yes. She would do quite nicely.

He took out his phone from his pocket and began to text.

[Got another one. Sophie Augustin. She's at the party now. Look up her pic in the directory and follow her home. Get me her address. We'll do flowers.]
[Got it. On the market, 20%?]
[No. She's mine. No one to touch her. I'll pay the fees for the deed and for the holding cell. Less cash if any harm comes to her in the process. Scare her but no touching].
[Got it.]
[I mean it. I won't pay you until I have her. If she tells me you touched her I will NOT pay you and turn your asses in. Last time I had a much harder time breaking the girl because of what you did.]

No response for a few minutes. Farr fixed his closed, and walked out of the library. Another text.

[OK.]

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The next night Sophie was in her apartment and the door rang. There was a delivery man with flowers. The card that came with the beautiful bouquet read:

[Sophie,
I wanted to thank you again, but perhaps this time over dinner? Please call me at 123-456-7891, we could meet at Florinelli's at 7pm tomorrow night if you're free.

Farr

PS - there's one rose in this bouquet - the one right at the top - I chose it specially for you.]

A little smile appeared on Sophie's face as she looked at the flowers. She saw the one rose that just stuck out of the top of the bouquet. It seemed perfectly centered. Sophie placed her nose against it and took a deep, long breath. And then fell on the floor unconscious, the bouquet landing next to her.
Her door clicked as someone picked its lock, and the delivery man picked her up, hoisted her petite frame over his shoulder and walked out, closing her apartment door behind him.
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When Sophie awoke she was in a dimly lit fluorescent room. The walls were gray. It was cold. Sophie was naked, with no sheet to cover her. A young woman's whimper in a rhythmic tone could be heard. It couldn't have been more than six by six feet, and she lay on a small cot. There was a small commode in one corner, and bars - iron bars! - that replaced one wall of the tiny cube. She heard an metal door slam - exactly the sound of a prison door closing shut. The whimpering turned into yelling.
"Stay away from me! You stay away!" A sickening smack, and the woman yelped, crying.

"You bitch. I told you if you stayed quiet this wouldn't happen." The sound of a belt being unbuckled, a zipper moving. The sound of cloth falling onto the floor. "Now hold still."

"No... no, please. Why are you doing this!" The woman started crying, "No - no-o-o..." and then silence.

"Ohh shit you're tight... oh fuck that's so good..." The sound of rape.

Some footsteps. A large man dressed in dark jeans and a black leather jacket, a red hoodie underneath, appeared before her... cell.

"Ah, this is a pretty one! Look at those pert tits! Here," The man unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis, sticking it through he bars.It started rising. "Suck this." Seeing Sophie's response the man laughed, and started masturbating right outside Sophie's cell. He did so until he came, and he made sure to squirt his cum into her cell, leaving a few small blotches on the ground by her bed, though sparing her. He laughed again after relieving himself, tucked himself in, and walked away.

The man in the next cell had finished raping the girl. Her sobbing could be heard echoing throughout the place. The sound of his getting dressed. "Don't cry so much bitch - I'm just the first of many. Welcome to whoredom!" He laughed as he locked her in and walked out. He walked by Sophie's cell, licking his lips as he looked at her, and left.

Perhaps an hour passed. Perhaps more. It became colder. Soon another door could be heard opening. Some more footsteps. Another man appeared in front of Sophie's cell. It was Farr.

"Sophie." He placed one hand on the bar. Perfect. She looked terrified, cold and confused. "I'm so sorry. I'm going to get you out of here." He procured a set of keys, and unlocked Sophie's cell. He had a small paper bag with him, from which he took out a long red velvety robe, and he put it around Sophie. "Come, we better go quickly. And please don't try to run off anywhere Sophie because I can't hold these men off on my own. They'll take you back there if you do, and I won't be able to do anything to help you." He lead her out to a white Mercedes S class, opened the door to the passenger seat, letting her sit down. The car was well-heated. He walked to the otherside, got in, and drove off.

 

[Belvino]

“So you have to tell us the dirty details! Everything!” Abby said as she waggled her finger at Sophie in warning.

“I really have no idea what you are talking about,” Sophie could not help the flush of red on her cheeks nor the small smile that flashed briefly on her lips.

“Oh come on! We saw you last night after you disappeared with the Professor. You had that freshly fucked look! You were positively glowing!” Abby folded her arms across her chest waiting for Sophie to respond.

Sophie just shook her head and placed the headphones back in her ears while she resumed reading over the final touches on her care plan. She had been in the hospital all day and returned home to be badgered by her friends who wanted to know what had happened between her and the Professor. Of course Sophie did not tell them, and only managed to sneak away the night before by sheer luck. Now that she was home her roommates would not let the topic go.

“Fine, but when we get back you must tell. We’ve told you our details!” Abby yelled gesturing for Beth to follow.

Sophie was about to give them some smart retort, but her two friends had disappeared out the door. She shrugged and returned her headphones to her ear. Sometime later she heard a knock on the door, and stood to answer it.

A floral delivery man stood in the entryway brandishing his rather large floral bouquet. He shoved it into Sophie’s arms with not much other word and quickly headed down the hall of the apartment. Sophie stared after him for a while then reached out to pluck the note from the bouquet.

Sophie,
I wanted to thank you again, but perhaps this time over dinner? Please call me at 123-456-7891, we could meet at Florinelli's at 7pm tomorrow night if you're free.

Farr

PS - there's one rose in this bouquet - the one right at the top - I chose it specially for you..

She smiled as she closed the door behind her and placed the bouquet on the tabletop. The rose he had mentioned was a focal point for the bouquet. It was big, beautiful, and was a red just as dark as blood if not darker. She took it in one hand and pressed the soft petals to her nose, inhaling deeply. The rose smelled strange, too sweet so much so that Sophie dropped it on the table.

Sophie could feel her limbs growing heavy as her vision fogged. The whole world was dipping away from her. Sophie almost screamed, but instead crumpled to the floor her movements reduced to lethargic twitches until finally she was still, and fast asleep.

Sophie woke to the constant buzzing of flurescent bulbs. Her eyes studied her surroundings before she finally moved. What had happened? She appeared to be in some type of prison cell only she was naked, and hadn’t thought she did anything wrong. Sophie suddenly remembered the Professor and their little affair. Could this be a punishment from the University? Sophie shivered as she thought it, and heard the sound of a door opening. She was about to call for help when the man’s voice rung out and she could hear him talking to someone else. Unmistakably the sounds of rape began to echo throughout the room, but she could see nothing.

“Stop! Stop! Leave her alone!” Sophie screamed, but it was no use. The man continued with his mission his grunting indicating his satisfaction with the girl.

Sophie curled up in the far corner of the cot, fearing the same fate for herself. She heard another set of footsteps and a man stood in front of her cage. He was leering at her, and just as she looked away he pulled out his cock and shoved it through the bars. Sophie contemplated taking it only to bite it off, but the man grew wise and quickly withdrew it. He started pumping his fist up and down his shaft, masturbating to the sight of her.Sophie was horrified and pinned herself against the far side of the cell. It did not take long for the man to finish his dirty deed the evidence of his pleasure spraying out across the floor of Sophie’s cell. She tucked herself away on the cot, and did not look up again. Sometime later she heard the door open and a voice that sounded strangely familiar.

Sophie raised her head tentatively her eyes settling on Farr. “Professor!” She called out surprised. He had come to save her, but how had he known she was going to be here? She rushed to him as he opened the door and wrapped the robe around her naked form. She followed him like an obedient little pet, grateful that he was taking her away from the horrors of this prison.

When he escorted her into his car she began to get worried. Something strange was happening with Professor Farr Davidson, and she needed to get to the bottom of it, “What’s going on? How did you know I was going to be here? How come they just let you out without a fight?”

 

[LassardLost]

Farr sat quietly, keeping his eyes on the road. He wore khaki slacks and a white button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to the middle of a strong forearm. An expensive appearing golden watch around his wrist.

"I paid them off." Was all he said at first.

"Are you hungry? There's some fruit in that brown paper bag next to your feet." Farr nodded his head towards the bag, but otherwise remained quiet. The road he took didn't lead anywhere close to the university or its dorms, Sophie could see that.

They were on a country road that wound its way uphill, beautiful fall trees lining the side of the road.

"You're a nursing student right?" Farr asked abruptly.

 

[Belvino]

Paid them off?

This confused Sophie as she tried to think things over. Why would he need to pay her off? Why didn’t he help the others? Sophie’s eyes grew wide when she realized the other girl was still there. The one that had been raped. She felt guilty for not having helped her, but she did not want to go back now.

“The other girls! We have to help them! You have to call the police!” Sophie pleaded with Farr. She glanced down at the brown paper bag at her feet and felt her own stomach rumble. She didn’t know how long she had been at the facility. She didn’t even really know what day it was. All she knew was that her hunger was already eating away at her and she needed something.

Sophie picked out an apple from the bag and bit into it. The juice ran down the apple and into her palm. She licked it up carefully her thoughts still on the girls they had left behind when Farr asked her a question. She looked over at him studying him before she decided to answer.

“Yes, I am,” Sophie said taking another bite of the apple. She noticed that they were not heading to the dorms and in fact seemed to be heading away from the city. “Where are we going?”

 

[LassardLost]

Farr was pleased with himself. He had taken a few girls before Sophie, and he had learned so much from them in the process. His tryst with Sophie had been well-executed, and would provide a soft opening in Sophie's psyche for him to use.

Farr glanced at the little thing that sat next to him. Part of him felt bad for what she would have to endure, but that was the old part of him. The Farr that existed now, the one that had existed for the past several years, knew how to identify the ones who had it in them. The ones who hadn't yet realized that their truest happiness lay in being under the complete and utter command of a man. It was really about becoming one. He would ultimately make her realize that she didn't have any other desire than to be his completely. If it happened that the process to get to that point would be a little difficult, then so be it.

"They'll be taken care of, the other ones." Farr responded blandly. He looked at Sophie.

He might as well start the process now. The sooner she realized what was happening, the sooner she could place her trust erroneously in the professor that she had met at the party. And once that happened, Farr could break that trust to break her.

"We're going to my home. You'll be staying with me for some time."

Farr became quiet again, waiting with interest to see how Sophie would interpret his words.

As an afterthought, he added, "It's quite comfortable there."

The car turned around another bend and came upon a dirt road that climbed upward. It drove all the way up, about a mile, until it reached a set of black gates. Farr pressed a button in his car and the gates opened. He drove for a few more
minutes, until they reached a mansion sitting by itself on top of the hill. It looked beautiful. The sun shone down upon it's subtly pink stucco walls. There were multiple archways near the side of the house that seem to lead towards what Sophie imagined would be Gardens.

Farr pulled up in front of the place and walked to the other side of the car, opening Sophie's door for her.

"Here we are. Follow me." Farr lead Sophie into the house. Walking straight through the large foyer he entered a living room area, laden with cream colored leather couches and dark wood coffee tables, bookshelves and rugs, little books for personal reading and larger areas that were clearly for socialization. In the middle of the loving room was a five foot in diameter raised platform.

"Sit down Sophie." His voice carried a command in it. It was polite, but it was clearly a command. "We need to talk."

Farr patted the spot next to him. It would begin now.

 

[Belvino]

We're going to my home. You'll be staying with me for some time.

Sophie stared at the Professor. She wasn’t sure how to take that news. Everything he said to her seemed to have some ulterior motive, or ambiguity behind it. He had not offered any other information about the other girls so Sophie found herself settling back into the seat thinking of the ones that been left behind. Her eyes traveled out the window taking everything in. The country road was beautiful and when they turned and went up a hill she could see the lights of the city in the side view mirror.

Sophie was not entirely nervous around the Professor. After all he had saved her, and perhaps he was just taking her to his home so that she could wind down from the crazy events of the evening. When they stopped at a pair of gates Sophie leaned forward to look out the window. She spotted the mansion on the hill, and immediately was awed by the sight. She had no idea how Professor Farr could afford such a beautiful home on his salary from the University. Of course she was not aware of his side business, and other than their little affair from the night before she did not know anything else about him. If she had asked her friends they would have been more than happy to tell her everything about him.

The Professor escorted her into his home after they had stopped in front of the mansion. She took a moment to adjust her robe, ensuring that it was covering everything before she stepped out of the car. When they entered his home her eyes took in everything, but she still remained silent.

Sit down Sophie. We need to talk.

The Professor had settled himself on one of the fine leather couches, and Sophie did not hesitate to sit next to him. She felt like she owed him something for all he had done for her.

“What did you need to talk about?” she asked him.

 

[LassardLost]

Farr began.

“Sophie, you’ll be staying here for a while. With me. You won’t need to go to school. You won’t need to worry about living expenses. You won’t have anything to concern yourself about, except your training.” Farr paused for a moment, looking at Sophie. Farr’s voice remained strong, but calm. “You’ll have your own suite. You’ll have your own library. But you will only be able to make use of them in the few moments of the day when you are not training.” Farr placed his hand on Sophie’s thigh over the robe she wore. “Your training will take as long as you let it. But whether it takes several months or several moments, is completely, and utterly, up to you.”

Farr let his hand slide inside Sophie’s gown, his fingers grazing against her milky white inner thigh. “By the time we are done, you will be the happiest girl you’ve ever known. I will see to that.”

Farr continued to caress Sophie’s thigh, as if he lived in a different world than Sophie. As a matter of fact, at this particular moment in time, he did.

Then Farr issued his first command. “I want you to go up the main stairs, make a right and walk all the way to the end of the hall. There’ll be a set of double wooden doors. That’s your suite. On the bed are some clothes. I want you to wear them.”

Farr had not let Sophie talk. He had continued his caressing of her though he could clearly tell that she was becoming uncomfortable. Oh Sophie, if you only knew how comfortable this really is right now.