Counselor's New Cunt - Closed for AndreaSubbie

[ericrodman101]

"Ahhh KittyKat," he said, gazing into her imploring eyes. "You do amaze me." Her face was coated in a glistening sheen of semen. His gathering it up and feeding it to her had somehow spread the goo evenly and neatly across her visage. The Professor resisted the urge to lick her face, but watched as Friedrich bent down lower. He held out a hand to stop the other man.

"I think that is enough for tonight, Friedrich," he said. The other man was silent, but his look of disappointment said everything. "You may get dressed and go. Thank you."

The Professor held KittyKat's gaze and her hand, waiting until Friedrich left the room.

"Well," he said eventually. "What a conundrum. Here I am to train you into a slut, guide you towards becoming anther Sophia, or hopefully even more a slut, even more willing to open your legs, your ass, your mouth, even happier than she to be an uncomplaining and totally compliant object of male pleasure." He sighed. "And yet, my dear KittyKat, you already seem to know what to do. It is an instinct, yes? Maybe you are from a long line of sluts? Or perhaps...." He paused again. "...perhaps all women are sluts. All women crave degradation and objectification. And you, KittyKat, are one woman and all women at the same time."

Had she swallowed, he wondered. How long was she willing to endure the taste, the scent, the feel of cum in her mouth, on her tongue, her face, her eyes even? Her forbearance was amazing. Her capacity to exceed every expectation he had for her, not just at the beginning, but into the foreseeable future and beyond? Even Sophia flinched when she couldn't help it, blinked her eyes at the camera, a flicker of fear or trepidation, as if, even as she deepthroated countless men, swallowed their semen, drew their cocks into her cunt and ass, bent herself into impossibly athletic and sensuous shapes to accommodate her violators and perform for the cameras, as if she had limits. Are limits inevitable? But of course, he thought. There are only so many cocks a slut can accommodate at one time, only so much semen she can ingest, only so wide any human orifice can stretch.

Watching KittyKat, however, caused him to question his own thesis. Are limits inevitable? Physically they must be. That was the nature of the material world. But metaphysically? Did KittyKat have limits in her head?

"My God, KittyKat. Yes, you do amaze me. Seeing you so willing to swallow our semen, so unperturbed, so keen to please. I am anxious to proceed with our project. But tomorrow. Tonight I want you to write something for me. I want you to define your limits. Think about Sophia and what we've watched her do. What are your limits, KittyKat? What is reasonable? Physically and metaphysically? Are we limited by our own bodies, or do our minds allow us to think beyond limits?"

He held her hand tight and looked into her eyes.

"Can you contemplate these questions?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Yes, Sir," she replied, dutifully and minimally. The written answers would be her opportunity to use her voice. That way, the Professor could put down her immature and intellectually limited ideas any time he felt that she was saying too much, was going on.

But answers began to form immediately. Hadn't she just been considering ways to outdo Sophia, to go beyond those already established limits? How many beer glasses full of semen could a girl's stomach hold? How many ejaculating men could fit in a ring around her body to cum on her all at the same time?

Her main argument though was probably going to be along other lines. If she was killed, for example, she would no longer fill her duty as a slut, so that was a limit. Similarly, if she was injured or disfigured she would no longer hold the same allure which seemed to arouse men to erection, another duty of hers. So her limits appeared to be injury, mutilation, termination, on top of purely physical limitations.

Which made her think. She would draw a distinction between limits, and limitations.

Limits were imposed by her. Limitations were physical and practical constraints that were beyond her influence.

Those thoughts took mere moments, and she again looked up at her Professor, nodding her willing acceptance of his assignment. Meanwhile, she savoured the flavours and textures in her mouth, the aroma in her nostrils, the semen in her tummy, and the delightful praise of her Counselor.

It seemed she amazed him. He was pleased by how eagerly she had consumed both men's semen. She had actually achieved slut status. Possibly already more so than Sophia. And he was holding her hand. That seemed very precious and significant.

Now was not the time to boast, but to humbly gaze into the professor's eyes and silently pledge herself to his project. All she needed was further opportunities to prove herself.

 

[ericrodman101]

"Yes sir," KittyKat said in response.

Sir....so old fashioned, so polite, so...compliant. The Professor, still holding her hand, looked into her eyes. What was she thinking, his enigmatic subject? A student, first crossing his threshold... what? A week ago? And drawn to him? No, him to her. But why? Why, KittyKat, why you?

"Good girl," he said. "Clean yourself up, go home, write me an essay and be back tomorrow. I'll have your scholarship letter and funds for you."

He smiled, looked down and realised he was still holding his cock, limp in his hand.

"Ahem." Perhaps I'm being too familiar, he thought. It's one thing to lecture her about slutdom, to let strange men fuck her and broadcast it. But to do so myself? Take my cock out and cum on her? It's breaking all the rules of lectureship, of mentorship. And yet...

The Professor slipped his cock back inside his trousers and zipped his flies.

"Same time tomorrow."

He had lots to think about. To organise. The sling hadn't worked, nor the several cameras. Much too unstable. He'd need something rigid with which to tie KittyKat if the filmed examination was to work.

Why KittyKat? Why....because she said yes. Yes. Not with her mouth. Not verbally. With every other part of her body. Her eyes. Her legs. Her cunt. KittyKat said yes.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

At the usual, expected time she was back, knocking once more on the Professor's door, and again in she came following the now familiar and comforting routine.

Step inside, close the door, rest her bag on the floor, undress regardless of who might be in the room.

But today she was trying something different. Not just nudity. They'd done that. Today she wore three-inch black heels that she'd managed to find that morning in a thrift shop, and also dark stockings and a suspender belt. And nothing else. The idea was to frame and emphasise her naked pussy, her pubic hair; to positively draw attention to her sex, to make her cunt the target, the focus of attention.

If the Prof didn't like her stockings and heels arrangement she would simply strip off completely.

Once undressed, she took her essay from her bag and crossed the room to place it on his desk before stepping back and standing feet apart, hands on her head. Silent.

The essay had the date in the top right corner, her name, Katy Cook beneath, the title "KITTYKAT'S LIMITS" centered a little below that, and then three words below.

Injury, Mutilation, Termination.​

In a footnote beneath she explained her thoughts on limits and limitations, and her reasoning for choosing the limits that she had. She also summarised some of her ambitions, such as drinking beer glasses full of fresh semen, being the focus of a circle-jerk, physically satisfying seven men simultaneously, being gang-fucked by both sports teams after a match, inspiring as many erections as possible, giving blow jobs to any man the Professor chose and being fucked similarly. She concluded with her commitment to achieving total freedom including sexual freedom under the Professor's direction.

She waited patiently for him to read her efforts and comment, but she was still glowing inside from the Good Girl of the day before.

 

[ericrodman101]

The Professor regretted not waiting and watching. He wondered how KittyKat cleaned herself. What she used. Where she started and finished. How she stood up from the table and went about the whole ablutions. Or did she just throw on her clothes and go home covered in cum?

He hoped that was it. A slut walk. Walking home through the dark streets covered in his and Friedrich's cum. Did it embarrass her? Did she feel ashamed? Or did it empower her?

Fuck it, Plum. You are a sad, geeky loser. Standing there with your cock out, a naked student covered in cum, and you left the room! He lay in bed until all hours, his cock stiff and sore, Mrs Professor snoring beside him, thinking about it. About her. KittyKat. His new obsession....

The next day dragged. Meetings, lectures, student counselling. Even relieving himself seemed a chore, cock in hand at the urinal wondering what KittyKat was doing. Checking his watch, checking again a minute later. Was his distraction obvious? Did he fucking care?

Finally the time for their next meeting came round. He'd been so busy he'd done nothing to organise a second opportunity to examine her cunt on camera. Nor had he spoken with Friedrich. But then he would be skulking somewhere on campus jerking off probably, to KittyKat. Much as the Professor had done earlier...alone in a toilet cubicle...trousers round his ankles, cock in his hand, scanning the lewd graffiti on the back of the door, KittyKat in his head. Beautiful, naive, compliant, enthusiastic, fearless KittyKat...

He entered the room. Her bag on the chair. Her clothes on a hangar on the clothes rack. And was that an essay on his desk? He crossed the room and sensed her. When he turned KittyKat was standing against the wall. Naked, except for dark stockings and a suspender belt. In high heels. Nothing else.

She stopped the Professor in his tracks. What a sight! The ensemble, scanty as it was, was perfect. It drew the eye inexorably to the centre, the dark centre, her unshaven bush, her cunt. Oh my....

The Professor's cock hardened painfully behind his zip. Had any woman aroused him so quickly, so violently before? He turned, sat at his desk and picked up the essay.

"KittyKat's Limits," he read aloud. "Injury, Mutilation, Termination."

He gulped. Audibly. Did she hear it? This was serious. Was he going to fast for her? Or she for him?

"Ahem. Take me through it," he said, "while I read. It must be fresh in your mind, KittyKat. Take me through it."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

So she did. She tried to keep her words few, and not simply repeat what she'd written in the footnote.

But there was something wrong. The Professor didn't seem to be as interested in her as the day before when he had spontaneously masturbated over her, and even better, ejaculated. Just for her. And Friedrich, too. Friedrich with the weird cock but oh so full balls. She wanted him to cum for her again. So much cum. They just had to catch it on film, Friedrich emptying his overfull balls into her mouth, on her face, her tits. That would surely make for a great cam session and video? Had Sophia ever taken such a huge load?

No, maybe the Professor regretted yesterday? Maybe now that he had finally masturbated over her, he was bored with her? Done? Was that all it took? He had masturbated once, and that was enough. And he'd barely glanced at her stockings and suspender belt arrangement. Maybe he didn't like how she had framed her pussy. But she'd done it for him.

There was no collection of cameras today. No sling. No spare cock to deflower her of that troublesome virginity. Yes, despite the glories of yesterday's performance, she was still a virgin. Unfucked. Maybe never to be fucked, if the Prof dropped her from his project.

Despite her rapidly spiraling misery and discomfort, remembering that this wasn't about her or her feelings, she finished her explanation of her thinking. Limitations she could do nothing about. Limits, she wanted to remain whole, intact, physically uninjured, and unaltered. And that was it.

She so hoped that the Professor approved. She needed his approval. She may not earn a good girl today, but just to know that the project continued would be enough.

It was important that she didn't antagonise him, or annoy him, or distract him. She waited as impassively as she could manage. Standing hands on her head, feet apart, naked but for heels and stocking arrangement; tits and pussy on display.

 

[ericrodman101]

The Professor sat quiet and still through KittyKat's exposition. He felt oddly downcast. Did she notice? Her thoughts were good. Excellent even. Barring the impossible and the terminal, she was rejecting nothing. Her mind was open to slutification as completely and as utterly as he'd ever imagined. Why didn't this make him happy? Why didn't he tell her?

He was thinking of yesterday. Of masturbating over her. Of cumming on her. Of showering her face with his seed, watching her doused in it, seeing her mouth fill, her surrender, her patience, her compliance. They had so much to achieve together. He needed to focus on his goals, be objective. But all he could see was this beautiful, naked, compliant young woman and his opportunity to exploit her for his private, emotional ends, rather than his academic ones.

Could he combine them? Were they the same? The private and the public? It was the only way this was going to work. However much he told himself to be distant, self denying, the professor knew that wasn't going to work. He'd masturbated on her and he would do it again. He would fuck her, that was for certain. Fuck her just as other men would fuck her. But they would fuck KittyKat as part of his research. He would fuck her because he wanted to, because she was his, because she would give herself to him, for his private sexual gratification.

"Good," he said when KittyKat was finished. "Your thesis fits neatly with my objectives."

He half opened the desk drawer. The envelope containing her scholarship letter and the first check was inside.

"Tomorrow we will resume your examination. Today I want you to begin a new practice which will be compulsory when you are in this office. Please open the curtains and stand against the glass, facing outward, your back to me."

He watched as she complied, the curtain opening to reveal the evening and the last rays of the sunset. He wondered if anyone in the grounds below could see her.

"Against the glass, KittyKat," he said. "I want you to stand naked in the window, exposed to the world, when we are speaking about the project. Do you have any comment?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Her relief was so overwhelming she almost stumbled as her body moved forward.

The Project was still on. Prof Plum still wanted her, in the Project, at least. And she'd earned a Good.

She wouldn't have been able to express just how much those three things meant to her.

She'd moved forward as quickly as her stiffened limbs had allowed, cramped as they were from inactivity in her submissive position. And at the Professor's correction, she'd pressed her body against the cold glass, her small breasts flattened, her navel cold now that it was pressed on the smooth surface.

She felt a quickening, more than simply the relief of moments ago. She was truly entering her role, becoming what the Project required of her.

The Professor had again invited comment. How much should she say?

"The New Practice will help me fulfill my purpose of being the sexual gratification of others, Sir, of any who may look up and see tits and cunt at the window, who may go and masturbate, inspired to cum."

KittyKat had her feet apart, of course, and her hands behind her back, totally exposed to anyone who might look at the Professor's office window. It was a great statement of their Project philosophy, but she worried that in the current light, the window might reflect more of the outside than reveal the student inside; and the Professor was denied the potential arousal of looking at her nude body, a body that had once inspired him to masturbate and ejaculate.

She tried to briefly and diplomatically express these concerns but added a hope that once her troublesome virginity was out of the way, she might be fucked from behind in this position.

Thoughts of being used as a visual aid in one of the Prof's lectures also sprang to mind, but she kept those to herself for the present.

 

[ericrodman101]

The Professor watched KittyKat take up her position at the window. He noticed how rather than just stand there in public view, she pressed herself up against the glass, feet apart, hands behind her back. Much as he enjoyed the rear view he was getting, the Professor regretted not being outside to enjoy what must be the extraordinary sight of a naked woman pressed up to the flat pane, and all the lewd distortions and flattened flesh which must result.

For a moment he considered relenting and allowing her to stand more comfortably. But no. It was what KittyKat had opted to do of her own volition. And it showed once again how she could surprise him, how her natural impulses were to take even a thoroughly depraved idea and take it even further than he imagined.

When she spoke he heard again her compliance, her complete subordination to his goals, to the ideas of the project. The Professor wondered if there was anything KittyKat would object to. There were her limits as expressed in the essay - injury, mutilation, termination - limits which he was inclined to accept given that to do otherwise would bring his project to an end if only due to the inevitable intervention of the police and his arrest. Thinking of the police brought another of Sophia's porn vids to mind, the one where she was manacled to the bars of a police cell and gangbanged by a group of uniformed officers, but he digressed.

Was there anything, any word, act or deed, which might cause KittyKat to object, verbally or by some other withdrawal of consent? Anything at all? It would be a challenge the Professor made a mental note to return to.

He stood, dimmed the lights, and walked across to where KittyKat still stood spreadeagled against the window.

"Very good," he whispered in her ear. "Perhaps the legs could be a little wider."

He crouched down and placed his hands between her thighs, his face close to her buttocks. He breathed out, waiting to see if she reacted to the sensation of his exhalation on her bare skin, then gently forced her legs open a little further. He left his hands on her inner thighs for a moment, then ran them up to where her thigh gap closed, allowing his fingers to rest on the perineal skin, tight now in this stance, between her ass hole and her cunt.

"How does it feel," he asked, "to be so exposed, so vulnerable, so available? Why, myself or any man who walked into the room could take you, KittyKat, take you here against the window. And at this time of night with the lights dimmed so, maybe no one would see or hear you. Or maybe they would see you and just choose to stand and watch your violation."

His cock hardened as he moved his hands in opposite directions, allowing himself the liberty of teasing her cunt and anus with his fingertips.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat gasped a little as the Prof's fingers teased her with small movements of exquisite pleasure.

She hoped that he was pleasing himself by touching her naked pussy and asshole, but he was also giving her a little gift of pleasure too, and there seemed to be no reason for her not to enjoy it. Her body had made its own decision by secreting lubricating juices to wet the probing fingers.

His hands on her inner thighs and breath on her ass had escalated things, causing her to heat up between her legs and feel her tummy tightening, but moving her feet further apart had been such a suggestive, erotic demand, emphasising her role, her very purpose as a tool for sexual gratification.

At last, KittyKat understood that the Prof didn't need her sexually himself, but he was teaching her, training her to behave appropriately as demanded by The Project. Which was why he didn't need to masturbate over her again, or cum. He'd only done that yesterday as means of instructing her on how to respond to such a situation, ready for the next time it happened. Teaching her that it was her place to inspire men to wank, and then to receive their cum on her body, her face, her hair, in her mouth.

She shouldn't feel inadequate just because the Prof didn't get his cock out as soon as she was naked, or even if he didn't get an erection. He was her Teacher, not her lover.

But he had asked her another question. In his pursuit of scholarship, he was testing her ability to think, to express herself succinctly, to demonstrate her commitment and understanding. This was truly a Project fit only for scholarship students. She felt special to be the chosen one.

So how did it feel?

"I feel proud, Sir, and honoured to be available for the taking by yourself or anyone else. Being exposed and available is my purpose in the Project, Sir, and the more others see my violation and enjoy it, the more we fulfill your objectives, Sir. As soon as my virginity is out of the way tomorrow, we can truly begin to push boundaries and pursue sluttification to freedom."

It was a long speech for her, and KittyKat hoped that she hadn't overdone it.

But she could enjoy the Professor's fingers.

 

[ericrodman101]

The Professor loved KittyKat's stoicism, how she stood in the window and let him stimulate her between her legs. She was moist. For him? Who else? And yet her replies always showed complete subjugation to the project, to the work at hand. Maybe he should have suggested he should be the one to take her virginity. But how? It would mean appearing in the broadcast. He could do that without his face showing. But was he identifiable naked from the waist down? Perhaps I should check in the mirror, he thought.

In any case, there was nothing in KittyKat's demeanor to suggest she felt anything for him. And much as he desired her, maybe that was for the best. He could stimulate her, penetrate her with sex toys and other implements, open her holes with his fingers, even cum on her, but only in the name of the project. He decided to think about finding other students to fuck, like his colleagues did. Work and pleasure must be kept strictly separate, he resolved.

She was gasping now. With pleasure, he thought. From the stimulation of his fingers between her legs, playing with her pussy lips, circling her anus, rubbing the soft skin which ran between them. As much as he knew what he should do, her response prompted him to continue the stimulation, coupled with the warm depravity he felt watching through the window over her shoulder, and people moving about on the path below. If they looked up what would they see? It was dark. KittyKat would be only a shadow, her genitals indistinct. And he hidden behind her. They would see nothing. Not in the dark. But when it was light.....?

The Professor ran her pussy juices between his fingers. Oh so wet, KittyKat. Oh so aroused. She must be enjoying my touch, he thought. If only she'd turn and ask me to fuck her....

But no, she was proud. Honoured even. To be slutified. To be objectified. To be used and abused. What will become of you, KittyKat? When you are slutified. When you have been used and abused. When your visage is on the internet. When you are no longer fresh and young and lovely and....fuckable. Was that even imaginable? He wondered about Sophia? His favourite internet porn slut hadn't posted anything for a year. Had she retired? Had the studio passed her over? It might be an interesting sideline to the project, to find Sophia, to consult her, to have her assess KittyKat, instruct her, work with her even....he wondered.

"Thank you, KittyKat," the Professor said, finally withdrawing his fingers and standing straight. "That will be all for tonight. Tomorrow we will meet here and I will have more news about how we will complete an examination of your cunt livestreamed. Please stay here as long as you like in the window. Your scholarship letter and a check are on my desk. Good night."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

The door closed with a click of finality, leaving KittyKat in the darkened room alone with her thoughts.

Her scholarship was on the desk. She had achieved it. There was no threat of the Prof rejecting her and choosing someone else. A wave of relief washed over her in a surprising burst of emotion. She hadn't expected to be so affected by it. She hadn't known that the fear of rejection had been lurking so threateningly in the shadows of her mind.

She stayed where she was. She didn't need to move; the scholarship was on the desk and wasn't going anywhere until she took it home with her. She had succeeded. KatyCook, a little nobody from some obscure school had achieved Scholarship status. For Real. Not just promised, but realised.

She'd mentioned feeling proud before, but that had been nothing to this.

She let out a deep sigh of contentment and gazed down to the paths below the window, watching students and staff scurrying about, ignorant of the naked girl pressed against the window above their heads. What would they think if they looked up? Probably nothing. The way the light was inside the room and out, they probably wouldn't actually see anything. But that didn't matter. The point was that KittyKat was doing as she was told.

After a few minutes, she stepped back and crossed to the desk. Taking a sheet of notepaper and pen she wrote, "Thank you, Sir. K x" and pressed the paper against her still wet vulva to leave a kiss of sorts below her message. A cunt kiss. She hoped that the Prof would notice and like it.

He didn't have to like her, of course, just her actions. She was too young to interest him really, she knew that. She accepted that. It was okay. Really.

With another sigh, she collected her things together, dressing quickly, and left. Tomorrow she would learn how the grand Cunt Examination was going to work. She'd make sure to be especially clean, tomorrow.

 

[ericrodman101]

The Professor spent another night wide awake, thinking of KittyKat. He tried to construct how to make his online examination of her virgin cunt a success. The more he imagined it and rehashed yesterday's failure, the more he realised it was harder than he thought. There were so many amateurs making porn online that he imagined the whole thing would be a doddle. But his sling and go-pro arrangement had simply failed at the first hurdle. So were online pornstars and pornmakers amateurs, or was the entire phenomenon a con?

No, he surmised, I need some kind of fixed apparatus. Like a bar with which to restrain her. Or maybe just a bed with her tied spreadeagled across it. But then I need a photographer, someone able to hold the camera close and still rather my fixed cameras, and the bizarre idea of wearing a go-pro on my head.

I promised her, he thought, that tomorrow would be the day. Tomorrow, or today already, would be the day she would lose her troublesome virginity (how he enjoyed her understatement 'troublesome'). But not like every other student slut on campus who lost it drunk in a bar or the back seat of a car or in their dorm room or pressed up against a wall, while some sweaty fellow student pounded away unskilfully in the dark. KittyKat would lose hers in style, bound and gaping, examined by the Professor and fucked by some stranger like Friedrich, livestreamed. It was a loss of virginity to be celebrated, savored, cherished, and watched again and again.

And it was just a gateway, a first step in her slutification and his road to academic stardom. Just how to do it, properly, professionally, memorably?

The more he thought about it, the more he lost concentration and thought about KittyKat instead. Which meant the Professor found himself more than once, cock in hand in the dark, jerking off to images of his student flashing in his head.

It's just beyond me, he decided, as the first rays of sun broke through the curtains and fell heavily upon Mrs Professor's unshaven chin. So who to ask?

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy knocked as usual at the appointed time and went into the Professor's office, glancing around briefly before undressing down to stockings and suspender belt, and black heels.

The Professor had hardly noticed her choice of apparel yesterday, despite it being for him, but at least he hadn't complained. She still liked how her pussy was framed, making it the focus of anyone's attention who might see her.

Leaving her notebook and pen by his desk, she crossed to the window and pressed her essentially naked body against the glass again, hands behind her back, tits squashed to the glass, as well as tummy, furred pubic bone, and thighs.

It wasn't yet dark, so there was always the chance that a passer-by might look up and get a great view of the naked slut.

She had the Scholarship. No distractions, now. Nothing to get in the way of the Prof's Great Project and her important role in it. Nothing but her still-present virginity, that physical and intellectual barrier.

Today she would find out how she was to be released from its prison and get fucked. For the first time.The first of many fucks. A great many. More, even, than Sophia could boast.

Maybe Frierick would still be the instrument to deflower her cunt and fill it, before showering her in a deluge of spunk. But it wasn't about what she wanted. This was the Prof's project, after all.

 

[ericrodman101]

Professor Plum walked across the campus with a renewed vigour in his step. The discussion with his colleague in the Film School had gone perfectly. Dr Flavia Martinelli was onside. 'A porn project,' she'd mused. 'So....counter-intuitive.'

Just as he'd argued, she'd agreed to do it. Dr Martinelli would organise her students to film KittyKat's losing her virginity. And all in the name of art and science and student development. Not only would it be ground breaking cooperation between two schools, but it would stand like some giant endorsement of everything the postmodern college stood for - equality, inclusion, anti-censorship, free speech, you name it. As they both saw it, a porn shoot would be the ultimate statement of academic freedom.

He smiled to himself as he rounded the last corner before his building. Objectification is objectivity! Degradation is purity! Filth is freedom! It was hard not to find any two opposites, join them together and make a fitting slogan. This would be one in the eye for the religious cranks and closed thinkers who ran things.

He looked up. There she was. Naked in the window, tits and pussy pressed against the glass, hands behind her back. He couldn't see if KittyKat's eyes were open. The Professor looked about to see if anyone else had noticed, but everyone seemed to be focused on their destinations, eyes down, pace quick, oblivious to what was happening above their heads.

He pressed on, anxious to reveal all. Dr Martinelli had suggested it would take a few days to set up the shoot. She needed to brief her students, prepare them for the event and what might follow. And perhaps he needed to do the same for KittyKat although to be honest with himself, it was his own shortcomings which loomed largest in this project. Nothing seemed to faze KittyKat.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat looked down from her 'lofty perch', surveying the trapped creatures below, pitying them in their encumbered existence trammeled as it was in conventional thinking and all the restrictions that went with it.

She was being set free from all of that, though she knew that many wouldn't understand or even approve. Including her parents. For their sakes, she would only let them in on her personal development at the right time.

It was incredible to think just how far she had come in so short a time. Was there ever such an outstanding scholarship student as her? For a moment she allowed her pride in her achievements to swell her self-esteem.

Then she noticed her Professor down below. Okay, she owed it all to him. She was simply following his program, his Project, and was just the lucky beneficiary of his years of collected wisdom.

Momentarily meeting his eyes as he looked up at her naked, exposed tits and pussy flaunted sluttily in his window, she put her pride back in its box and wondered curiously why none of the passers-by followed his glance. He hadn't acknowledged the meeting of their gazes, so perhaps the view of her nude body wasn't as clear from down there as he had intended.

Hmm, she'd have to think about how they might improve the situation.

As she waited patiently for the office door to open, she mused on the separation of Katy Cook and KittyKat, at how she had given her slut persona a special place in her mind, allowed her unrestricted freedom while Katy Cook appeared to be so conventional. She might have to consider the psychology of that.

 

[ericrodman101]

The Professor was pleased that KittyKat stayed in the window as he entered the room. She showed no sign of nervousness or self-consciousness, but just stayed where she was, back to him, her naked body pressed against the glass.

No need even to acknowledge, he thought. Let's just call this the new normal. He took his time settling at his desk, opening his laptop and arranging his papers, as much for effect as utility.

"Good evening, KittyKat," he said, clearing his throat. His eyes wandered to her smooth round ass, her splayed legs and the evening light slanting in through the vee they made. He wondered what Dr Martinelli would make of her, make of the whole exercise.

"Tonight I will explain how we will proceed with our project. While I'm speaking you may stay in the window. Indeed, you may find it relaxing, if not enlivening, to play with yourself while in the window. Pleasure yourself. Yes...."

He cleared his throat, wondering if she would take up his suggestion.

"As we learned, I do not have the skills or facilities to film your violation to meet the standards expected of both professional videography and academe. So I have asked my colleague, Dr Flavia Martinelli of the film school to arrange it. Have you heard of Dr Martinelli? She will arrange a venue and a team of film makers. This may take a day or two, but when she is ready we will meet and follow her instructions. It means, of course, that there will be a few more people in the room for your....ahem....unveiling. Do you have any comments?"

He wondered if he should tell KittyKat anything else which might be relevant, like Dr Martinelli's previous career as a pornstar and producer, and the fact that he had requested only male film students for the shoot.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Comments?

The Professor was again giving her permission to speak. That must surely mean that her previous, now usual brief comments were acceptable to him. While thinking through a suitable response she noted that she'd been invited to comment with increasing frequency. Now that she was unquestionably his Scholarship student it seemed that she was being invited to be like a junior participant in the Project and not simply a pupil. Her pride was again in danger of escaping from that box she'd put it in.

"Professional videography and academe, Sir." It had been her suggestion to film an examination before and after her deflowering fuck, so she could hardly object to it being done properly. But then, why would she object? Would Sophia? And KittyKat was determined to outdo Sophia in every way she possibly could. And to be filmed by a professional team, or at least a team of professional quality, well that was a proper start.

"Um, might it be possible for the filming to allow for emphasising that the subject is a pornographic slut? I mean, not just an intellectual or physiological exercise examining a virgin cunt, seeing it fucked, and then re-examined? Perhaps an appropriately depraved voice-over might be added later, or a scripted commentary during? It would be nice if the film was suitable for pornography as well as academe, Sir?"

KittyKat was still at the window but during her ruminations, she had followed the Prof's suggestion and moved a hand to stimulate her left nipple and the other to the hood covering her clit. It seemed appropriate to consider the Professor's suggestions of sexual activity to be more like instructions, part of her learning, her training. A good slut would embrace every opportunity to express her status as an object for sexual gratification.

She'd already used enough words but tentatively offered just a few more.

"I don't know Doctor Martinelli, Sir, but would she be comfortable with the pornographic aspect of the Project?"

 

[ericrodman101]

Emphasise that the subject is a pornographic slut. A depraved voiceover. A film suitable for pornography and academe.....

The Professor mulled over KittyKat's contribution. Jesus, she was good. When he'd first thought of her as his subject, he'd wondered if she'd last the day. The hour even. Whether he'd have to sedate her or restrain her. Bribe her with a scholarship, for sure, that was part of the deal for a professor-student project whatever the subject.

No, KittyKat was special. A virgin with the mind of a depraved sex addict. Or so it seemed. Would she submit to the filming when it actually happened? To the gangfuck? There seemed no reason not to believe so. She'd let him humiliate her on screen. She'd performed for the viewers. She'd let Friedrich and himself cum on her face.

And now this. Jesus!

"Would Dr Martinelli be comfortable with the pornographic aspect?" he repeated.

Dr Flavia Martinelli...comfortable with pornography. He knew that he should let the good doctor speak for herself, but perhaps he could play KittyKat some of the Doctor's film work before she became an academic.

"Join me at my computer, KittyKat, and we can watch a little of Dr Martinelli's early work. Pre her lecturing at college. When she was something of an innovator in the film world."

She left her spot by the window and walked across the room naked, standing beside him. He could smell her. Was she moist? Was she fresh between her legs or soiled from standing in the window and thinking about their project?

Too many questions, he thought, opening the search engine and typed her stage name 'Flavia Martine', then 'lesbian xxx'. The first search returned was her most famous work 'My Sapphic Muse'. He pressed play and leaned back in the chair, anxious to both reacquaint himself with the work and watch KittyKat's response.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

The label, Lesbian xxx, was a big clue.

KittyKat had an idea of what to expect, but only in a general sense. Clearly, the good Professor of Film Studies was going to be completely comfortable with filming something with a pornographic element. In fact, as the film clip unfolded, it was obvious that Dr. Martinelli might a good mentor and role model for a young inexperienced scholar and student of slut.

The more she thought about the new arrangement the happier she was with it, as well as her suggestion of filming the process right at the beginning. Yes, KittyKat was in danger of becoming rather too pleased with herself, so she distracted her pride by a simple act of obedience.

While watching the screen, stood next to her Professor, she returned her hands to their earlier positions of stimulation, again teasing her nipple and her clit with soft, gentle motions that both emphasised how much of a slut she had already become and also demonstrated through obeying him that she knew her place as the Prof's student, not his equal.

The sound of her rhythmic squelching and slightly laboured breathing accompanied the video.

 

[ericrodman101]

Professor Plum sat glued to the computer screen as the film played. Several times he went to speak, but then decided that silence suited the occasion better. KittyKat stood beside and behind him, just on the edge of his peripheral vision, so that her naked form was merely a flesh-coloured blur in the corner of his eye.

But he knew what she was doing. He could hear her breathing, irregular, deep then shallow, then deep again. And another sound. The sound of her fingers in her moist pussy. The sound of vigorous self pleasuring. And as much as he wanted to turn and take a good look at what she was doing to herself, the anticipation of turning was somehow more arousing.

On the screen the woman who would later become Dr Flavia Martinelli was engaged in a very different activity to Sophia. Whereas Sophia's films were visceral depictions of the limits of human debauchery, Miss Flavia Martine, as she was then known, was performing something much more subtle and artistic. This was a film rich with shadow and light, Flavia and the other woman wrapped in light sun dresses as they lay in dappled sun under a summer-laden tree. Both were young and fresh, although Flavia was clearly the older of the two. And unlike Sophia again, whose films were thick with shouted obscenities, the two women exchanged almost no words, but rather used their eyes and their hands to lead them towards their goal.

They caressed each other, kissed, undressed, rolled on the soft grass and amongst the sweet meadow flowers, and digitally explored each other's sexual places. And when they reached their goal the filming was no less graphic than Sophia's, the explorations no less deep and intrusive. There were no male genitals, of course, only tongues and fingers. But the two women opened each other up wide, pushing themselves into the other. It was violation, artistic and poetic, but violation nonetheless.

The other woman, the younger, maybe an 18 or 19 year old, came on Flavia's hand, pushed deep into her cunt almost to the wrist, thrashing and crying out, as the older woman leaned in with her tongue, working away just above where the arm protruded from the naked body like a misplaced limb. KittyKat had watched Sophia being fisted on film, violently and relentlessly. And this was just as relentless, but somehow the violence of the act was tempered by the sheer beauty of two young and beautiful women joined so completely and artistically.

And when the younger woman was spent, Flavia withdrew her hand from the cunt, and proceeded to force it into her partner's mouth where they played with the bodily fluids which dripped from the flesh, licking and kissing as the music swelled, before laying back on the grass and smiling at the sky.

"And now," the Professor said, breaking the long silence, "it is Flavia's turn."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat watched and learned.

It was very different from Sophia's exploits yet, in the end, basically the same. Total sexual freedom of expression and indulgence. And yet there was a tenderness in Dr. Flavia's exploits in place of the more brutal sexploitation of Sophia.

Yes, KittyKat watched and learned, noting that no activity or camera angle seemed unacceptable; it simply depended on the needs of the moment, the demands of filming.

Dr. Flavia would indeed be the right person to record KittyKat's transition from mere slut to actual sex object, and would also be a good role model for a young scholarship student.

And now it was Dr. Flavia's turn to be pleasured.

"Oh, good," KittyKat commented, her fingers still obediently satisfying her own bodily desires.

 

[ericrodman101]

"Oh good," he heard KittyKat say, but whether she was speaking to him or to herself, the Professor couldn't really say. he felt himself swept away, as he always did, when he watched Dr Martinelli. Her beauty and the poetry of what she achieved on screen filled his senses, and he rebuked himself for not turning to her work more often, rather than Sophia being gangraped and a quick jerk off between classes.

"So this piece," he said, moving the cursor about the screen before typing, "is a group scene. Men and women, which is a little unusual for the good doctor, who prefers same sex scenarios. In this piece, Dr Martinelli, or Miss Martine as she was known, is playing a bride."

'Satan's Bride', as it was aptly named, was a piece he almost tried to avoid. It was so arousing, so shocking, that the Professor rationed himself so as to make sure it didn't become too familiar and to preserve its power. It opened with the bride and groom and the priest at the altar of an otherwise empty church. The men were dressed as you would expect, suit and robes, while her dress and veil were oddly brief and transparent.

"Watch as they kneel and make their vows," he said. "You will see that she is barely clothed by the thin fabric. And listen to the music."

As he spoke an ethereal chorus swelled, filling the screen and the room, as if a choir of angels were singing somewhere in the church. On cue, a group of four women marched up to the altar, naked except for the veils they wore. The Professor remained silent, so he wouldn't give the game away, but just listened hard over the angel chorus for sounds of KittyKat pleasuring herself. The naked women removed the bride's gown, but not the veil, and lifted her onto the altar, placing her on her back with her legs apart.

The knock at the door caused the Professor to start. He paused the film.

"Stay still, KittyKat," he said, rising and walking across the office. He cracked the door open. "Dr Martinelli," he said. "You're early."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Obediently, KittyKat stood quietly just behind the Professor's chair in front of the paused screen, left leg crossed over right, while he answered the door.

On hearing the Doctor of film's name she turned her head and shoulders to see the live version of the vision frozen on-screen. She had been about to comment on how pretty the Dr. looked in her gauzy dress and veil, how exposed and sacrificial once the four handmaids had seized her, but she didn't get a chance. Probably she wouldn't be invited to either.

She had indeed listened to the music and noted how out of place it was compared with the nudity of the exposed bride and helpers There was a deliberate contrast here, but she hardly needed to point it out; it seemed to be the whole point of the film so far.

No, commentary from her was not what was required, but rather attention and learning.

But all that faded now that the Dr.was actually here, early apparently. Maybe she had been expected by the Prof for after he dismissed KittyKat?

Whatever it was, her place as the student was to be obedient, quiet, to not embarrass her Counselor with opinion or attention-seeking.

KittyKat quietly assumed her slut position of feet apart and hands on head, nakedly facing the screen. Then she remembered that she'd been told to stay still. Panic. Not wanting to add even more movement she just held her slut pose, hoping she wouldn't get told off.

 

[ericrodman101]

"So this is your virgin, Angus," Dr Martinelli said as she entered the room, sensing his slight annoyance. "Yes, I know I'm early, but when you said you had....well, I couldn't hold out any longer."

She crossed the room, silently, almost as if she were floating, reminiscent of her film style. The Professor saw how Dr Martinelli still had a figure reminiscent of her days in porn, tall and slender, long legged, even if she dressed more like academic staff than slut. He watched as his colleague approached KittyKat who had assumed the slut position, legs apart, hands on head. The Professor noted this with approval as did Dr Martinelli.

"Very nice, Angus. A fine example."

The older woman reached out a hand, laying it against KittyKat's naked flank, then running the fingertips down her back to the top of the cleft in her buttocks.

"Very nice...have you...ahem, blooded her yet?"

"Blooded! Jesus, Flavia, you have a way with words. No, KittyKat remains a virgin. Blooding her will be your responsibility. You and your team."

"Well have you....I don't know....cum on her face, then. Initiated her at all?"

"Hmmm," he began. "We are watching Satan's Bride. Just getting started, in fact. I am glad you are here so you can take us through the film, academically, of course. Say hello to Dr Martinelli, KittyKat. Say a few words about yourself and what you hope to achieve."