Counselor's New Cunt - Closed for AndreaSubbie

[ericrodman101]

"I have to become Kittykat."

She is good, the Professor thought. Even when she gets it wrong, goes too far, is chastised and shocked, she still comes up with the goods. He wondered again if she was the right person for the project. He needed a smart girl to be sure. Slutifying a dumb girl was too easy. It could be done in the twinkling of an eye. Where was the challenge in that? But turning a prim, proper, intelligent, pretty girl like Kittykat, from a good home with a future, into a degraded, worthless slut, and having her want to do it, participate willingly, even design and implement parts of the project, was what it was all about.

The Professor dreamed for a moment about the completion of the project, the thesis, the presentation, the accolades of his peers and the wider academic community. So what if it wasn't mainstream? So what if he wasn't going to win the Nobel? If they could have awards for pornstars and directors and scriptwriters, they could have them for porn academics. The Porn Nobels. And he, Professor Angus Plum, could be the first Porn Nobel prize winner. The Golden Cock. The Golden Cunt. Whatever.

Coming back to reality he realised Kittykat was still talking. "The real problem here is that I'm still a virgin."

Exactly. He nodded approvingly. And then she was proposing to arrange to lose her virginity. Was that a good idea? Maybe. He'd already been through this in his head only moments ago. How amazing that she was mere seconds behind him. Just another reason to keep on his toes, not let down his guard. This girl was intellectually hot.

"Yes," he said with hesitation. "Give me a plan for losing your virginity. Tomorrow when you return for the next class. Nothing too elaborate, too complex. Most girls lose their virginity in a trice, and long before they are college freshmen. You know, we could do it now. No, not me," he said in response to her surprise. "I could invite the janitor back here to do it. Or..." But that was too much information. Let her plot her own degradation. And if he didn't like her ideas, he'd take matters into his own hands, take her down to the nearest truck stop and find a guy with five minutes to spare and a hard on.

"Twenty four hours then, Kittykat."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy heard her dismissal and dressed quickly, once more hanging her book bag on her left shoulder and leaving the Professor's office quietly. She knew that when their time was up he wanted her gone, fast.

24 hours, Except it wasn't, it was less. It was until tomorrow's lesson, class, turorial, counsellor session. She needed an idea, a satisfactory idea, and she needed it tomorrow.

She couldn't sleep. She tried, but her mind was in turmoil, bombarded with possibilities firing at her from all directions. Getting up, she turned to her laptop and searched stories of First Times, but most were either romanticised or unrealistically complicated or just plain unbelievable.

Eventually some ideas began to form and she started to type an essay detailing how it might go, and what was needed. It took a while to thrash out, but finally in the small hours she had a plan. Or was it called a Proposal? The printing would have to wait until an acceptable hour of the morning. Too noisy.

Returning to bed she slept deeply and was woken by her alarm.

At the appropriate hour she was back, knocking on the Professor's office door.

Again, as was now their custom, she put her bag down and closed the door, and then stripped naked apart from high black heels. She knew she wasn't supposed to enjoy any of this, but she got a delicious thrill from the simple act of stripping. Stripping, The word itself sent tingles of delight through her. She'd so miss this ritual start to every class when the Professor no longer required it of her. As she carried her paper, notebook and pen to her usual chair an image flashed across her mind of attending his lectures once Term started, but with her being the only one naked in a lecture room full of other Freshers. It almost made her giddy.

Katy placed her Paper, her Proposal for the Taking of KittyKat's Virginity on the professor's desk, then stood before him, feet apart, hands on head and elbows back, totally naked, apart from heels.

She would stay like that, silent, until he said otherwise.

 

[ericrodman101]

The Professor was seated at his desk when he heard the knock. Kittykat entered and as usual stripped down to her black high heels without a word or any other acknowledgment, before standing before him. Carefully she placed a set of pages on his desk, then stepped back, feet apart, hands on head, elbows back. It was becoming her customary pose and he gave the briefest nod of approval.

Looking down at the pages he read the words on the the top. 'The Proposal.' So this was it. Her homework. Again he looked up to gauge her reaction, just as she was gauging his. The faintest of eye movements passed between them. An unschooled onlooker would have said both were unexpressive, but the Professor already knew how to engage with Kittykat almost secretively. She was doing well, even if he reminded himself not to say so. Not yet, anyhow. He needed to read her paper first.

The Proposal. 'Losing my virginity' it might have been subtitled. He flipped over the page. Good. No subtitle. No ownership. Mot even 'my proposal'. Just 'the'. Impersonal. Distant. Objectified. Just how he wanted it to be.

The second page was headed 'In the Office'. Good. Not 'in his office' or 'the Professor's office'. It could be any office, not this one. An office. Anonymous. Businesslike. Cold.

He read on. The personal pronouns began. Never mind. She was still learning. And maybe 'he' and 'she' were necessary to clarify roles, although 'it' worked for the professor. Or even no role delineation at all.

The first proposal was:
a) by dildo
i. Her bent over his desk, penetrated from behind by his hand/anothers
ii. Her bent over her chair in front of the Cam, from behind as above
iii. Her lowering herself onto a dildo fixed to her seat, facing the Cam

The second proposal was:
b) by penis; as above but by him / another

Hmmm, he thought. Short, sharp and direct. Just as her losing her virginity would be. He turned over the page. It was headed 'Off Campus'.

So if not in the office, then no where else on campus? Imagination, Kittykat, he thought. Use your imagination. Still, office could be substituted for any room or location. She could just as well be penetrated by a dildo or by hand in the cafeteria, the bathroom, the library, the switch room, the front lobby....

The third proposal was:
a) Sexshop; ask random customer to oblige, like a student Haze ritual

Random customer he found very appealing.

And the fourth proposal was:
b) Glory Hole; list of local establishments attached

List of establishments attached. How thorough. The Professor ran his eye down the list, noting which ones he was familiar with and which ones not. Purely from an academic point of view, of course.

He turned the page. The fifth proposal was:
c) On public transport; bus timetables attached

Was it possible to fuck on a local bus? He wondered. A Greyhound perhaps, but a local bus would be crowded, slow, and well lit. Still it showed Kittykat might be up for anything. Worth exploring, he thought. And there was Amtrak....inconvenient and expensive, but such decadent fun.

The sixth proposal was:
d) At the Mall
i. Bathroom
ii. Changing room
iii. Elsewhere

The seventh proposal was:

e) At home
i. My student accommodation
ii. My family home

Fucking in student accommodation was no challenge. If anything, he thought, not fucking was the challenge. Especially for freshmen. All they did was fuck, which made Kittykat's virgo intacta status quite remarkable.

But in her family home. With Mom and Dad in the house, of course. He wrote 'Mom and Dad' on the page, enjoying how he sensed her peering down while trying not to move.

He turned another page. It was headed 'Cam lottery'. But that's where the paper stopped.

"You haven't explored this proposal?" he asked. "Do you want to take me through your thoughts verbally?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea stayed 'in position'.

"Well, there were two ideas but I didn't think you'd approve. One is blatant plagiarism, the other made you cross."

She hesitated, not wanting to make him angry again by talking too much, but he seemed to expect her to elaborate. Now she was in danger of getting in trouble for not saying enough!

Taking a breath she continued, "the one you didn't like was Cam merchandising except you auction KittyKay's virginity on line to the viewers. I don't yet know how money works but there must be a way.

"The second copies Sophia's auditorium gang fuck except the men draw a card at random and the lucky winner takes KittyKat's virginity in front of everyone else. You could sell entry tickets, or not. Record it, or not. Broadcast it on cam, or not. Even combine the two approaches, or not."

She waited to see what the Professor thought. Would he approve any of the ideas or provide his own solution?

He'd made some notes or corrections already on her Proposal. She had hoped to impress, to gain back some of her lost standing with him.

His expression was impossible to read.

 

[ericrodman101]

Hmmm. Kittykat is not enjoying this, the Professor thought. But do I care? And should I be worried? He pondered his concerns, blank faced, while she stood, naked, hands on head.

"Cam merchandising. Leave that up to me," he said. "It's a good idea, but a lot of work. I will talk to someone who knows how to manage it. Don't worry yourself about that any more."

He made a note about cam merchandising on the blank page headed 'cam lottery'.

"Sophia's auditorium fuck. Are you ready for that? It's something to aim at, for sure. It's a goal. But as a way to lose your virginity? It's leaping a long way forward."

He made another note, 'auditorium fuck'.

"Those are both good ideas, Kittykat. When we watch a video like Sophia or the cheerleader, it is good that you not only analyse them and learn from them, but also that you want to emulate them. If we are going to succeed then let's aim high. But for now, losing your virginity is probably something best done quickly. I think it is a barrier standing in your way. And you agree. Yes? Most freshmen like yourselves have already lost their virginity. It means they are experienced and less naive, and it means their responses are less innocent, less pure...what do I really mean? Less sullied, less spoiled. If sullied or spoiled is where we want to be at the conclusion of our project, then unsullied, unspoiled is the best place to start from. Are you unspoiled? In terms of actual fucking, you are. Which is great. But you have watched porn, even before you came to me. And you have performed on cam, sucked a cock, exposed yourself. Most people lose their virginity first, privately, secretively. Masturbation, solo experimentation, porn, deep kissing, fondling, digital penetration, oral sex...they are the usual precursors to vaginal penetration. Camming before fucking is unusual, and much as I believe it allowed us to explore our objectives from a standpoint of innocence, as you so rightly have said, it is now a barrier. So perhaps we should look at one of the other options, a simpler option, a quicker option, to get your virginity behind you so we can move on."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy was a little surprised at the Professor's relaxed attitude today. Gone was the anger and ctiricism and rebuke of yetserday; he eben seemed to accept her suggestion of merchandising. It must have been the way she behaved yesterday that annoyed him, not what she suggested.

Lesson learnt. Don't try and take the initiative!

She noted with increasing pleasure his use of the word 'good' to describe her ideas, and her analysing, learning and emulating. She must try and do more emulating, if that pleased him.

She was a bit confused, though, by his summary. He seemed to be pleased that she was still a virgin, because it offered the project something, but was he saying that the value of her virginity, her lack of fuck experience, was diminished by the porn and the camming? Was she a less-than-perfect student because she'd developed sexually in the wrong order?

There was nothing anyone could do to erase what was already done, so Katy felt she shouldn't dwell on it. So long as the Professor didn't drop her for a more suitable candidate for his Special Programme. She really didn't want to lose her Scholarship.

It was important then that she agree to everything the Professor suggested, but without giving the appearance of automatically agreeing. Of course, she had nodded to show her agreement that her virginity was in the way of progress, but she'd already acknowledged that, so no bug deal.

"Yes, sir, something quick and simple, and move forward."

She hoped that was enough. To show her continued comittment she had used few words, and remained standing naked apart from heels, hands behind her head, elbows back. She wanted his approval. She longed to hear him say 'Good girl'.

 

[ericrodman101]

The Professor acknowledged Kittykat's agreement that her virginity needed to be lost quick and fast with a brief smile. He knew how much she craved approval. For all her insight and quick-wittedness, poor Kittykat smiled and frowned, leaned forward or back, opened her eyes wide or squinted, like a lighthouse signalling stormy or fair.

But she was young. And inexperienced. And he was Professor Angus Plum, psychologist, sexologist, award winner, published author....and all round master of the universe.

"So Kittykat, let's get rid of your tiresome virginity. It's served you well, but now it's holding you back. Quick and simple is the way to go. Very good. We don't have time to arrange anything complex. And nor do your viewers. So let me think..."

He left her standing there while he pretended to think. She looked so vulnerable standing naked with her hands on his head, swaying slightly as the muscles in her legs told her they wanted to sit. Well, if this evening went the way he planned, her leg muscles mightn't get to sit much. Stretch out maybe. Bend over the desk. Press against the wall. Point at the ceiling...

She would be a slut soon enough, but tonight young Kittykat would lose her virginity. And not in the traditional way. Not in the back seat of a car, or in the woods, or her bedroom. Where she would lose it was already determined. Here in the office with just a partner and the Professor present. And maybe, just maybe the viewers...

"Take a seat, Kittykat."

The relief in her eyes was palpable.

"It's time I introduced you to a fellow student in this project."

The Professor picked up the telephone and dialled an internal number.

"Friedrich. Yes, this is Professor Plum. I'm glad you're working late. No, don't worry about the homework tonight. I've got something else for you, in the way of a practical exercise. Yes, you will be assessed on it. Indeed, I will be taking a close personal interest in how you perform. Come to my office. Yes, immediately. And wear the hood."

He put the phone down and turned to Kittykat.

"You are about to me meet Friedrich. That's not his real name, just as Kittykat isn't yours. Friedrich is his screen name. He is a student just like you working with me on a project of...let me say...an intimate nature. I will let Friedrich tell you what he wants about his project and then you can tell him what you want about yours. As much or as little as you like. The purpose of Friedrich's visit, however, is not small talk, but to take your virginity. I can't put it more simply. I will assess you both as part of this exercise and when it's done you will both walk away. Understood?"

He waited for Kittykat to digest the information.

"And one other thing. Friedrich will be wearing a hood. A face covering. So you will be wearing this."

He opened a desk drawer and reached inside.

"Any questions?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Um, no Sir," she replied from her chair, legs tired from the position she'd been standing in, and she slipped on the feline mask the Prof had just given her.

Being allowed to sit seemed like a reward for her good behaviour and for pleasing the Prof. Yes, it seemed like few words and considered cooperation were the key, at the moment.

Maybe if she performed really well he'd let her sit at the start of each session like she used to. On the other hand, that's what common students did with their Counsellor Tutor Teachers. And KittyKat was not common, but special. A scholar on a special project. Her own special start to each session was a symbol of her progress towards Total Freedom. Stripping naked, nude, tits on display, pussy exposed, ass bare, no matter who else was in the room. It sent a delicious shiver through her.

She thought about what the Prof had just told her about the next phase. And the new visitor; her second. She wondered how he'd look, then remembered he'd be in a mask. And so would she.

It seemed only moments had passed when there was a knock on the Professor's door, followed immediately by a man coming in and closing it behind himself. He was indeed wearing a mask. A full head covering in some black material that left only his eyes and mouth uncovered. And he was wearing long dark socks and black shoes. And nothing else.

He was basically naked. Unidentifiable, but naked. With an erection. One about as long as her hand was wide. It had sprung to attention as soon as he saw her sitting there, tits out in front of the Prof. An erection with a swollen angry looking purple fat end. He was less than medium height, thin arms and legs but thick around the middle, greying hair on his chest and round his penis. No, his cock, she reminded herself.

She didn't pay much attention to his little speech about why he was here or about his Project with the Prof, she was thinking of how to explain her own agenda in a way that would please the Professor and earn her more credit with him.

As soon as it was her turn she announced, "Friedrich, I'm KittyKat. The Professor's Project requires you to take my virginity. To fuck me. I am here for you to fuck and to take your cum. That is my sole purpose. Then I leave."

She said it calmly, matter of fact, risking a glance at the Professor, hoping for some sign of approval.

Inside she was a boiling mass of conflicting emotions. Losing her virginity, having her first fuck, it was a big deal. A massive boundary being crossed. It was scary, humiliating in the way it was happening, but also exciting. At last, after watching Sophia and the Cheerleader she too was going experience getting fucked. Already she was hot between her legs and getting moist, and her nipples were swelling and itching. But she hoped not to show any enjoyment. The Professor had been clear that a true achiever was there for men's pleasure, not her own.

 

[ericrodman101]

"Thank you Kittykat," the Professor said. "Friedrich, do you wish to respond?"

The man in the black rubber gimp mask shook his head. The Professor wondered how Kittykat felt not hearing the man's voice, or seeing his face. Or indeed, how she would feel if she knew that the man about to take her virginity was also a virgin. A forty year old virgin. She could see the man had an unusual cock, short and fat when erect. Porn cocks, the ones he and Kittykat had been watching so closely on screen, were always so long and powerful. It remained to be seen whether Friedrich could even penetrate Kittykat, or any woman, but then that was part of his project.

"Friedrich knows why you are both here. I want you both to proceed forthwith. I will observe, take notes, give you instructions if that is necessary. If you must speak, say, to ask me a question, you may do so, but it must be brief, and my answer is final. If you feel any pain or pleasure, it is understandable you may cry out involuntarily. But my preference, my strong preference, is that the only words which pass between you are brief obscenities or commands. So Kittykat, you may tell Friedrich where to fuck you or to fuck you harder. You will recall that Sophia commanded the men who fucked her. And Friedrich, you may address Kittykat as slut or whore, and you may direct her how to respond to your needs."

He walked over to the desk and cleared his papers away.

"The fucking will take place on my desk. It will be nasty, brutish and short, to use a phrase from the philosophers. Ha! If you need to kiss each other, or use your mouths or your fingers to stimulate each other, that is permitted, but only briefly and without tenderness. This is not an exercise in romance. Kittykat, Friedrich is technically in charge. He may do anything to you he wishes and you may not refuse. At the end, you will no longer be a virgin. The cunt is your goal, Friedrich, but if you feel the need to insert your cock into any other hole, I will countenance that as a secondary goal."

The Professor opened a desk drawer, then placed a jar of KY jelly and a condom on the desk.

"If either of you requires...let me say, some assistance, then the jelly is available. If I need to intervene or examine up close what you are doing, I will do so and you will carry on as if I am not in the room. Indeed, other than a question which you think is essential, you will behave as if I am not here. I will activate the webcam, but only so I can film your encounter. It will not be broadcast."

It will not be broadcast tonight, he thought to himself, dragging his chair over to the wall, then sitting and checking his laptop.

"And finally, Kittykat, you have one decision to make. Will Friedrich wear the condom?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Wear the condom? Katy asked herself. There was surely only one possible answer, one course that would please the Prof. Wasn't she aiming to become an Adept? To achieve total freedom? Including specifically Total Sexual Freedom without limits? Hadn't they already identified that the ideal woman was merely a cum-dump, a receptacle for men's sperm? Their jism? Their load? Wouldn't it be a waste if his semen was trapped inside a rubber balloon?

"No condom." She said it clearly and decisively, risking a glance at the Prof for any sign of him being impressed with her.

KittyKat stood and turned a slow circle so that the mysterious masked Friedrich could enjoy her total nakedness, and the way her legs were toned by the heels she was wearing, and incidently also so that the cam would capture her too. She sucked in her tummy so that her small bouyant tits stood firm and proud, the pink nipples already puckering in anticipation of getting fucked. Her taut ass, flat tummy and neatly trimmed dark bush should all combine to make her look like a live sex doll ready to be used.

Stepping forward she bent over the Professor's desk, feet apart, legs straight, tummy and chest on its cold surface, face turned towards the cam so it would capture her every expression as her hymen, her cherry, her ribbon was brutally ripped. Arms stretched wide she gripped the desk's edges and pondered for a moment doing this another time but with wrists tied to the table.

What had the Prof said? Keep the words brief and obscene? And that Friedrich could do anything he wanted? Anything? Yes, right now she was a whore. Selling sexual services for money. Scholarship money. KittyKat had achieved Whore Status. This was her first act of prostutution. Another barrier broken, another limit smashed forever. She was now a whore. She tingled inside and her cunt gave a brief gush to trickle down her legs.

The cam must be getting quite an eyeful. She could tell that her pussy, her cunt was sopping wet and dribbling, her inner labia puffed, swolen and gaping open.

She knew what she wanted to say, and hoped the Prof would be proud of her.

"Friedrich, I am a whore, a slut ready to be fucked for your pleasure, my cunt is waiting for your cock. Fuck me and take my cherry."

 

[ericrodman101]

The Professor watched Kittykat bend over the desk, face down, legs apart, inviting Friedrich to fuck her from behind. He was pleased. She was such a whore. Her first thought was not to face the man who would deflower her, but face away. He wondered about Sophia's first time. And the cheerleader. Were they tentative, nervous virgins? Did they imagine a life of slutdom ahead to be triggered by their first sensation of cock in cunt?

Kittykat did. He'd prepared her for it. Shown her what was possible. What would please him. What would fulfil his project. Their project. He made a mental note to praise her later, just enough to keep her keen and motivated, but not too much. He didn't want his praise going to her head. Slutification was all about surrender and submission, not self-actualisation.

And Friedrich? The Professor knew the shy forty year old virgin to be a completely different proposition. How long had it taken to get the sad man ready and willing to get naked before even him, let alone a woman? And to wear the gimp mask? Surely a mask made it easier to play a role. No one who saw this encounter when the Professor eventually released it to the internet would know Kittykat or Friedrich. Indeed they didn't know each other. Unless Friedrich's oddly shape cock was a giveaway. But he was a virgin. No one had seen it, except his doctor or his mother maybe, and then not erect. Until it was published, even Friedrich's cock was their little secret.

The Professor laughed internally at using the word 'little' to describe their secret, given how well it described Friedrich's cock. Little, yes, but broad, like a Coke can.

And once Friedrich had overcome his virginity? What then? The Professor had no doubts about Kittykat's trajectory. She'd be making Sophia and the cheerleader seem like nuns in no time. He'd have her opening her legs for as many cocks as he could serve up to her. Kittykat was that way inclined. One of nature's sluts. But Friedrich? Would today be his release? His debut, as it were, into the world of fucking? The Professor made a mental note to show the film to a colleague in the medical school who might have views on whether Friedrich's cock was serviceable, or a specimen of something unique in sexual anatomy.

In the mean time, Kittykat had given Friedrich her instructions. Good, the Professor said to himself, but no more. Enough talking Kittykat. He worried for a moment whether a full face mask might have been a good idea to prevent her from talking. She liked filthy language, curving her sweet innocent lips around the most foul ideas and concepts. It was part of Kittykat's attraction, the look of innocence contrasted with the reality of degradation. And in a virgin too!

If he'd gagged her, however, and Friedrich decided he needed to fuck her mouth, especially if he couldn't manage to fuck her cunt, it would have been a fatal barrier to the whole event succeeding. Far better to let her say too much than have Friedrich barred from using her mouth to satisfy himself and climax.

Friedrich's goal was Kittykat's cunt, however, and not her mouth. The Professor made that clear. He watched the other man position himself between the female student's outstretched legs and then reach out with his fingers to examine the hole he aimed to fill.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy looked straight into the Professor's webcam. No, not webcam, cam, she corrected herself. This wasn't going out on the internet. For a moment she asked herself, why not? There were plenty of videos on-line of girls being fucked, so why not hers? But that was for the Prof to worry about.

But she did look directly into the cam none the less. She was communicating with her audience. Whoever saw this recording. They would see her eyes behind the mask, see her mouth partly open, her breathing. Hopefully they would also read her expression even with part of her face covered. Read her expression and get a great view of her cunt being skewered.

Part of her mind was weaving all her thoughts into an essay to hand in to the Professor. She was going to use his language, the free language he'd taught her. Cunt, pussy, cock, cum, fuck, all wrapped in academic analysis examining the breaking of barriers and release from the bondage of convention. Hm. Bondage. That got her thinking. She'd glanced at the darker ideas in the Role Play book. If she used words like bondage, tied up, fettered, would the Prof take the hint whether consciously or not? She wanted to try it, but the new direction had to be his idea.

She was getting too much time for free thought. She was supposed to be getting fucked. Fast, brief, brutal. Where was mystery visitor's cock? She'd been a bit concerned at first, thinking it was way too wide to fit inside her, but then a vagina can stretch to take a baby's head, and this cock wasn't as thick around as that. No, it would be her ass hole or mouth that would struggle. But she'd just do her best. This wasn't meant to be fun.

Except it was. The degradation and humiliation of the whole set up was turning her on. She felt at last the tentative touch of fingers seeking to invade her body, her slick well lubricated cunt, and with a sigh of contentment thought, "at last!"

 

[ericrodman101]

Friedrich was taking his time. The Professor thought back on the exercises he'd given his student in the past. Tentative barely described Friedrich's approach. He was nervous and deliberate in the extreme. No surprise, the Professor knew, for a forty year old male virgin.

But then, the man's preparation had been thorough. The Professor and Friedrich had reviewed all manner of pornographic movies, as well as literature, both fiction and instructional. Friedrich was a willing and clever student, but seemed to have little sex drive. The Professor had considered whether Friedrich was asexual. He'd happily masturbated in front of the Professor and then outdoors, including places where he might have been seen such as the back of a bus, park benches, the cinema, church, store changing rooms, and one time a McDonalds drive through.

And Friedrich looked for the Professor's approval, which was happily given. Nothing, however, seemed to push the man to the next level. He didn't express any desire for women, or men for that matter, nor did he seem to have favourites amongst the porn actors they watched. Friedrich seemed equally happy to re-watch movies he'd seen before, or watch for the first time. He was happy watching vanilla porn and the most bizarre, disgusting and disturbing images, some of which even made the Professor blanch.

So to be watching Friedrich taking steps to engage with Kittykat was almost thrilling to the Professor. Friedrich always seemed ready to take instruction, but never the initiative. Kittykat's invitation to Friedrich had been clear and direct. 'My cunt is waiting for your cock. Fuck me. Take my cherry.' And she dispensed with the condom, thus removing another potential barrier to Friedrich managing coitus on his own. Now the Professor watched Kittykat disport herself and then wait patiently for Friedrich to take advantage of her.

The Professor watched Friedrich approach Kittykat from behind. He seemed to be sizing her up, as far as could be told given the gimp mask. For a long moment Friedrich just stood close to Kittykat's naked ass, his palms open, his fingers waving gently as if about to pounce. He imagined Kittykat tense, patient, anticipating being touched, then fondled, then invaded, violated, her virginity taken, the discomfort, pain perhaps, possibly a climax and definitely a letdown. But most of all, relief that another hurdle had been jumped. For both of them hopefully.

The man brought his hands down on Kittykat's lower back, held them there, then slid them down, together, across her buttocks, passed her asshole to her cunt lips, neatly shaved, proudly swollen, advertising her readiness, her availability, her vulnerability.

And then Friedrich's fingers were inside Kittykat, pushing and probing, pulling her wide. Friedrich had seen women penetrated digitally on screen many times, just as he was doing now, purposefully and without tenderness, as if seeking a prize, something secreted inside to locate and extract. Kittykat visibly tensed, then drew a deep breath. It would not be pleasurable, but the tactility would be arousing and challenging. Resist or relax? Clench, or go to a place where bodily invasion was not front of mind, but just something happening like being poked with a finger, or pushed up against.

The Professor made his notes: Friedrich's clinical style, Kittykat's passivity and perseverance. It was all good.

And then Friedrich, the fingers of one hand still in Kittykat's cunt, lowered his mouth towards her hole. The Professor moved a little to improve his view.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Oh my! She hadn't expected that!

Kittykat had thought Friedric would simply shove his fat short cock straight into her cunt, quick and brutal like the Prof directed. But no, it felt like his fingers were inside her, pulling her wider, possibly letting the cam look right inside her body like a gyno-scope, not yet ripping her hymen.

She grunted as his manhandling pulled her a little this way and that and was thankful for the good grip she had of the Professor's desk. In a way it was actually erotic. She was being probed and poked like a sexual object, a thing of curiosity, a device to be used for Freidrich's sexual gratification, almost like he was going to jerk off his cock in her cunt until he climaxed, her body the receptacle to receive his cum. But that would be after he'd widened the hole he was going to fuck, widened it enough to take his fat fuck stick. Yes, she'd add these thoughts to her essay for the Prof, being as graphic, as explicit as she could. He seemed to prefer obscene language, like it proved an overcoming of the limitations of popular convention.

And even as the Prof approached to better assess his students' progress, Katy wished Friedrich would just get on and fuck her. Or the Professor. Or anyone. She needed to be fucked. Right now!

 

[ericrodman101]

The Professor watched Kittykat gripping his desk as Friedrich examined her digitally. Not so much examine, he thought, watching her nearly struggle to stay upright. More open her up, preparing her for his short fat cock. Indeed, the more he saw, the more he recognised Friedrich's actions showed no tenderness, which met the objective. The guy was good, as was Kittykat in enduring the violation.

He regretted now not positioning the cam closer to Kittykat. Friedrich was opening her up, gaping her. On cam she would be wide-open, exposed, raw and vulnerable. A virgin hole for the viewers' edification. Wildly gaped cunts were a common internet occurrence, but how many were virgin cunts?

Which was all the more reason for the Professor's concern when, his fingers still inside Kittykat, Friedrich leaned down with every intention, apparently, of stimulating her orally.

"Friedrich," he said sternly. "Cock. Cunt. Use the jelly if you need to. Fuck her now."

The Professor watched Friedrich stop, then draw his head back. If he wanted to fuck Kittykat outside class that was one thing, assuming Friedrich could even identify who she was. But his job here was to take her virginity, without ceremony, without foreplay and most importantly, without delay. The digital preparation he could allow given the relative dimensions of cock and cunt. But having checked Kittykat out and loosened her up, it was time Friedrich completed his task.

The masked man stopped and stood for a moment, then drew his fingers directly from Kittykat's cunt. The Professor watched her red, swollen pussy lips contract. Friedrich took a moment to suck his fingers, much to the Professor's chagrin, before opening the jelly, coating his fingers with a liberal amount, then lathering his cock.

"On the cunt too, Friedrich," he said.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

On 'the'cunt. Not 'her' cunt, or even KittyKat's cunt. No, on 'the' cunt.

Katy liked that. The objectification. She'd add that to her essay, too. And it wasn't like she needed much lubrication, surely. But then she was inexperienced at fucking, and clearly the Professor knew best.

But before she was decorated with jelly, there was something she needed to ask the Prof.

"Um, by way of clarification, did you want a clear cam picture of the pre-fucked virgin cunt, for comparison? Before, after? Close-up, thorough examination?"

She didn't dare say any more, maybe had already said too much. But though she wanted to feel a man inside her at last, they would never get this opportunity again.

She liked the thought of close filming, her hymen visible, vagina pulled wide open, then later the blood, and maybe a dribble of thick white sperm spilling out of her used fuck hole?

But the Prof was The Director. This wasn't about her or what she wanted or what she might like.

This was about fucking her, getting the barrier of her virginity out of the way. Literally and figuratively.

The fact that she was aroused by the whole disgusting ordeal was just a bonus.

Disgusting? Was she beginning to have doubts? Or was the eroticism of convention breaking something she was beginning to crave? That might need to go in her essay too.

Unless she shouldn't admit she was becoming addicted.

 

[ericrodman101]

Kittykat continues to impress, the Professor thought . And picks up my verbal cues. 'The pre-fucked virgin cunt.' What perfect phrasing. What utter objectification. He forced himself not to rush to approval. Make her wait. Make them both wait. Just long enough for her to think he was weighing up the suitability of her proposal.

The pre-fucked virgin cunt, for comparison with the post-fucked despoiled cunt. Close-up. Examined. Not just the organ, but the impacts of the violation. In real time. My, oh my.

But was Friedrich the vehicle for achieving this outcome? Or should he do it himself? Pull her over to the webcam, bend her over, insert his fingers, gape her open and disport her for the camera, have her fucked, and then redo the examination? And if he was the vehicle for the examination, should he also fuck her? Friedrich's cock was notably unusual and filmworthy, and his development sorely lacking. He needed to complete online intercourse badly. But that could be achieved with any cunt, virgin or not. Why waste Kittykat on Friedrich when he'd made such an effort to cultivate a virgin? And not just any virgin, but Kittykat who showed every indication of sexual intelligence beyond her years and experience. No, not sexual intelligence. Depravity. Kittykat was the one to make him shine. Professor Angus Plum, sexologist extraordinaire.

And then there was the prospect of pimping her out online as well, above and beyond her contribution to his academic career. If he played this right, Kittykat would be a star and he her rich whoremaster.

The Professor was hard now. He adjusted himself in the chair. Had she noticed?

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy waited for the Professor to comment on her suggestion. Or to dismiss it. Maybe she'd made him cross again, talking too much?

At least she hadn't tried to take the initiative and do anything to contradict his intentions. But Katy liked the idea of before and after, and they only had now to get it done. Obviously once Friedrick's fat cock fucked her cunt there would never be 'before' again.

But could Friedrick follow the Prof's directions? Wouldn't it be better if the Prof examined her, even though he'd not want to and might be revolted at the thought of actually touching her cunt lips, fuck tube, her pussy.

Was it something she could ask? Of the Prof? Or was it a step too far? The only thing she could think of, she did. Turning her hips she realigned her ass, her cunt until it was pointing directly at the Prof, and using her muscles managed to make her labia part clearly inviting the Professor to take posession.

Would he accept her offer? Would he choose to accept the hint that she was offering for his fingers to open her wide, his fingers to spread her for examination. What if he also fucked her, took her virginity himself? Examined her unbroken, fucked her leaving a deposit of his cum, re-examined her ravaged? Then maybe had Friedrick fuck her and dump more cum into her, her first customer after losing her cherry?

Examine, deflower, examine, then first client? I felt good, felt right, but how to suggest it without seeming to overstep? She'd already taken a risk asking about before and after. Would the Prof read her mind? Did he need to? Wasn't it an obvious possibility, in which case the Prof will have already considered it ages ago, long before her.

Katy decided her non-verbal gesture was enough. She was going to put all that in her essay, too. She waited patiently.

 

[ericrodman101]

The Professor realised they'd reached a standoff. Friedrich was hard and lubed up, ready to follow his rough digital examination of KittyKat's cunt by fucking her. No doubt this would be an equally unsophisticated violation. KittyKat was showing her usual openness, but even more so. She'd adjusted herself in the chair and sat, open legged towards him, her cunt as wide open as was possible just by sitting.

Should he ask her to put her legs over the arms of the chair? If only she'd just done so, uninvited, demonstrating what an unrelenting slut she wanted to be.

Or maybe she wanted him to digitally examine her like Friedrich. He could do that of course. Examine her, open her up. Gape her. Rape her with his fingers. He could do whatever he wanted. He was in charge and she was his captive, his plaything, his vehicle for sexual deviancy and ultimately, academic prowess.

But as soon as he touched her, the Professor knew they'd be moving on to something different. Something changed. Despoiled maybe. No longer just the promise of debauchery, of violation, of sexual surrender. No. By touching KittyKat the Professor knew that they'd pass on to a second and subsequent stage. And having done so, where then now that the momentum was in train?

He was swollen, tenting his trousers, painfully. Like KittyKat, he adjusted himself in the chair so that his arousal was unmistakable. He lowered his eyes and looked back into hers, repeatedly, inviting her to see him, size him up, know that he was hard for her, that his organ was ready to fuck her any time he wished to take his prize.

He wondered how she felt. In awe? Anticipation? Fearful? Indifferent? KittyKat gave so little away on her face, even if her cunt was on display for everyone.

Meanwhile Friedrich was coughing and grunting, gripping and stroking himself, rearing to go. The Professor ignored him, but just watched KittyKat silently, showing himself, letting her know that she had to speak next, wondering perhaps if he should just unzip his flies, reach inside and free his cock, so that whatever she was imagining would become real before her eyes.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy had hoped that her move to the chair might prompt the stranger Friedrich to actually get on and fuck her, to take away the problem of her virginity.

But there was something else going on. The Prof was waiting for her to do something.

He hadn't dismissed her suggestion of before and after, pre-fucked, post-fucked, in detail, up close, examined. And there was no way that she would think of something he hadn't already considered. So if he hadn't rejected the idea, he must be considering it, she thought.

Then there was his meaningful look from her eyes to his rather glorious erection and back to her eyes, telling her without words that she was to notice how hard his cock had become. She was greatly flattered to have two erections in the room with her, to know that Kittykat had inspired them both. And after the other visitor had spunked over her, that would make Kittykat's tally three so far. That seemed like good progress.

To let the Prof know that she had noticed, she stared hard at his tented mid-region.

She also let some of the Prof's recent words fly across her mind. It was his project, not hers, but she was to emulate the performers she'd seen; not for her own pleasure but for her development into sexual freedom and for men's pleasure.

The Prof had said, "A slut isn't to use her voice to explain or analyse, but to ask for something to happen when what should be inevitable has not in fact happened."

Also, "Losing your virginity should be done quickly." And then rather deliciously, "If sullied or spoiled is where we want to get to in our project, then unsullied, unspoiled is the best place to start."

Taking a breath to steady her nerves, and hoping she hadn't read the situation wrong, Kittykat ventured, "Please, Sir, slut is requesting that her unsullied, pre-fucked virgin cunt is examined for the record, probably best done by an expert, then is fucked and deflowered, and then examined again for comparison as a post-fucked freely-available sullied, spoiled cunt, ready for unlimited use?"

She waited in the chair, staring at the Prof's erection. But she noticed how he frowned at her spread knees. She lifted her legs so they were now resting on the arms of her chair, opening her up obscenely, her cunt gaping. That seemed like a move in the right direction.

 

[ericrodman101]

The Professor was in awe. He listened to KittyKat describing her situation and asking for her virginity to be taken as if he'd written the script himself. She learned everything, understood perfectly, was willing to be despoiled, given over entirely to the pleasure of men as an academic specimen. It was as if she was experienced, not a virgin or even a slut, but a seasoned cock whore. And yet the Professor was absolutely convinced KittyKat was what she said she was, a virgin.

What was a virgin's motivation to be treated like this? Even as the question arose in his mind, the Professor rebuked himself. I'm going soft, he thought, to even ask that of this delightful creature who has come into my life to be mine, to make my academic career, to sacrifice herself so that I, Professor Angus Plum, can join the greatest sexologists of the time, who have ever lived maybe.

And he rebuked himself again. Delightful creature indeed! She is nothing and I must not forget, he thought. He was ashamed at his own swollen organ at the thought of fucking her himself. Of course he would fuck her. However and wherever he wanted. She was the prize. The teenage fuck whore who would be the focus of his research. But that would be later. Indeed if he could have KittyKat, he could have other impressionable young women who crossed his path. Or young men. Again, his mind jolted as he surprised himself by expressing his own weaknesses.

No. Much as he imagined taking KittyKat's virginity himself, it had always been his plan to film her, to broadcast her deflowering and record it for posterity. Friedrich would fuck her. He was as much a clinical study as KittyKat. And he was here in the room, naked and erect. He'd already fingerfucked KittyKat, and there seemed little point academically not proceeding with Friedrich as subject, albeit the secondary one to KittyKat's primacy.

The Professor's only question was whether Friedrich could sustain his erection long enough for he, the Professor, to conduct and record KittyKat's prefucked physical examination before inviting Friedrich to stick his cock inside her, film that sordid encounter, and then physically examine KittyKat's post-fucked cunt.

They all had some time in front of them tonight. Maybe an hour or two.

"Best we get started, KittyKat," the Professor said, gazing on her now open legs, her feet dangling over the arms of the chair, her cunt bared for everyone to enjoy. "Let me just make sure we are all appropriately masked and we can begin."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

As Kittykat, Katy adjusted her mask to keep it centered so that she could see and the cam would be able to get her eyes clearly. Apart from that, she didn't move and certainly didn't speak, since any further words from her were unnecessary.

She felt as ready as she was likely to be. She had no idea who would examine her, or who would fuck her, deflower her. It didn't matter.

That was the point.

She was of no concern to The Project, she was simply a tool to be used. That was how she must think if she truly wanted total freedom. So she was in the Professor's hands. He would decide who would do what and when.

Until he gave directions or instructions, she would await further developments.

While the Prof did his preparations she glanced over at Friedrich. He seemed like he could do his part, and would probably follow the Prof's orders and prompts.

Yes. As far as she could tell, Kittykat was ready.

 

[ericrodman101]

The Professor donned a white surgical coat and then took a gimp mask from a drawer, placing it squarely on the table beside KittyKat.

"I will try not to appear in shot at any time," he said. "And if this is unavoidable I will be anonymous. The focus of our broadcast is your cunt. Before, during and after. Friedrich will fuck you on my command. He will remain masked, and will not speak. You may speak, but you may only use obscenities. You will not ask us to stop or alter what we are doing to you."

He turned, picked up a remote control, and with the press of a button, caused a white film screen to descend.

"Instead of watching on the computer, your violation will appear on the big screen. You will need to get used to this when we come to violating you in a crowd. Whatever you see on the screen will be what the subscribers are seeing."

The Professor opened another drawer and fetched out a wrapped bundle.

"In here are the instruments I will be using to examine your cunt."

The Professor unrolled the bundle, disclosing a series of metal surgical implements.

"I will also be wearing this over my mask," he said, showing KittyKat a small camera mounted on a head band.

"And one more thing," he said, opening a door which concealed a deep cupboard. He stepped inside then wheeled a sling into the room. It was a large contraption like a child's swing.

"I won't be examining you in the chair, KittyKat. You will lie in this sling, your feet in the stirrups, so that Friedrich and I have complete access to you. There is a camera mounted on each stirrup, another in the middle, between your legs, and one on the ceiling. They will appear in split screen. Before we begin, do you have any questions?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy was almost completely overwhelmed with what the Professor had just told her and shown her. It was possibly too much; too much to take in, and too much to cope with, she felt a dread inside, and knew she'd gone pale, could sense the blood draining from her face.

She swallowed, closed her eyes, and got a grip on herself. She couldn't do this as Katy Cook. She had to be Kittykat, fully be Kittykat, and it occurred to her that while she'd been thinking of this whole project in terms of her own personal development, there might actually be more, much more to it. Her Counsellor was a Professor. He was not indulging any sexual whims of his own; to put it crudely, he was not trying to fuck her. No, this was part of something much bigger. She knew he'd basically already told her as much, but now it began to sink in. The lab coat emphasised it.

Kittykat, this alternative persona, was a key element in essential research. Katy, by surrendering herself to the role of Kittykat, was contributing to a project that would break the bounds of mankind's intellectual limitations. She was part of something great, worthwhile, academically pure. It made Katy feel immensely proud, and nudged her firmly into the mindset she needed.

Katy Cook became fully Kittykat.

And Kittykat would welcome her violation, would endure all the examination and exposure her subscribers craved, would willingly be the tool of sexual gratification of a whole crowd, would actively encourage her own despoiling and deflowering by the cock of any man the Prof selected, in this case, Friedrich. And then enthusiastically allow anyone to fuck her, violate her, cum on her and in her, that the Prof chose.

Suddenly she was excited. This was a great adventure, and she knew that she'd made a great leap forward. Her body knew, too, and the evidence dribbled in warm drips into the crack of her ass.

Any questions, the Prof had asked her.

"Um, is there any way we can record a wider view as well, showing the violation that's happening as well as the large screen in the background?" It just felt like that might be extra erotic, might contribute an added dimension to the depravity, the letting-go of conventional limitations.

Getting out of the chair, Kittykat was keen to climb into the examination sling of despoilation.

 

[ericrodman101]

"...record a wider view..."

My oh my, thought the Professor. KittyKat is a marvel. Was there a wider view? He'd watched the color drain from her face when he'd unveiled the medical instruments and then the sling. What normal, inexperienced virgin wouldn't be fearful? And yet just as quickly as she'd shown the fear, KittyKat recovered, asking for an even more invasive violation and then climbing out of the chair. The Professor had fully expected to have to ask for Friedrich's help to carry her to the sling and forcably strap her in.

But no. KittyKat was walking happily to her own destruction. Volunteering. Asking for more. Egging him on. My oh my....

"Let me think," he said. "A wider view." He didn't have a clue. "Let's get you strapped in and ready and then I'll see. The sling is made to give your viewers the best seats in the house. Cunt row, I call it. You will be a star, KittyKat. Trust me."

Trust me. Did she? She must or why allow him to do this? How many times had he imagined she'd not show up, or run from the room, or ask him to stop? Beg even? But no, KittyKat exceeded his wildest dreams. A slut's slut, he thought. Each thought caused his erection to harden further, even as he willed it to go down, to allow him to concentrate.

He glanced at Friedrich, still naked in the room, waiting patiently to play his his own part in the recording. The man's freakish cock was bursting with blood, as erect as the Professor had ever seen it. Not lengthy as that wasn't possible given Friedrich's congenital limitations, but round, the full girth remarkable, the uncut head stretched to breaking point. He wondered what KittyKat made of Friedrich.

"Let's place your legs in the holes," he said as KittyKat leaned back into the sling. "Like so. Yes."

He tightened the straps, and set about adjusting the cameras, checking their angle on the big screen.

"See," he said. "A star. Relax. Let your legs go limp. The sling will carry your weight."

"And what a beautiful bush," he said, running a hand up KittyKat's leg and playing with the thick hair which adorned her cunt. "I have been thinking about your bush. Should we trim it? What do you think? Freidrich, come take a look."

The other man stepped between KittyKat's legs splayed wide by the sling and leaned down to take a look, running his fingers roughly across the girl's mound and underneath to her ass.

"Should we shave her, Freidrich? Or leave her as nature intended for her to be enjoyed?"