Counselor's New Cunt - Closed for AndreaSubbie

"Hello, Dr Martinelli, Maam, honoured to meet you. I'm Professor Plum's scholarship student this year, and we're doing a special project exploring freedom. Intellectual, practical and emotional. We're focusing on sexual freedom as the key to unlocking the others. Total sexual freedom is the goal. In the persona of KittyKat, a cam girl, I'm pursuing the aim of ultimately being a total slut with no sexual limitations or inhibitions, but my virginity is hindering my progress so we need to overcome that obstacle.

"The idea was to film in one take an examination of my virgin cunt, see it fucked and then re-examined in a documented deflowering that could be used for artistic, academic and pornographic purposes. My goal for this year is to achieve a Seven. Satisfy seven men simultaneously, seven cocks. Two cocks in my mouth, two cocks in my cunt, one cock in my bum hole and one cock in each hand. Ideally, they'd all cum their loads of spunk on me rather than in me, all at the same time, so that the cameras can capture the event."

The way she described it made it sound to KittyKat like an end-of-year University assessment

Still in slut position KittyKat went silent, knowing how much the Prof hated her prattling on.
 
"Very proper." Dr Martinelli smiled. "And I like how you call me Dr Martinelli. You have trained her well Angus."

Dr Martinelli sat in the chair vacated by the Professor. "Be my guest," he said.

"So many answers and so many more questions," Dr Martinelli said. "Seven men at once. Yes, that's physically possible, although if you've watched my good friend Sophia in action, seven men can be followed by another seven and then another and so on. I wonder if you have imagined your daily limit."

She swung round to address the Professor. "And you didn't answer my question about cumming on her face. I know you haven't fucked her. She's still a virgin after all, and you are maintaining her status for academic integrity. But that's no reason not to proceed with her education in hand and oral relief, acclimating to public nakedness and humiliation, use of obscenities, how and when to swallow or hold and for how long, lubrication, and suppleness, stretching and the like. Have you sodomised her yet? Have you even eaten a meal off her stomach? No? Angus, you surprise me."

Flavia tutted loudly.

"But let's watch Satan's Bride first and then we can talk about what we've seen, your reactions, KittyKat, and how I can help. Where are we up to, Angus? Oh yes, the bride is lying naked on the altar, legs apart."

She clicked the mouse and the film recommenced. The Professor positioned himself behind Flavia and beside KittyKat. "Very good," he whispered to the young woman.
 
KittyKat almost purred with happiness. She'd got a very good. She was ecstatic. It was the highest praise from her Professor and made her glow from the inside.

This wasn't her being full of herself, but rather the innocent delight of having achieved a high standard, thanks to the coaching and teaching of her Counselor. It reflected as well on him as it did on her, even though he was the one conferring the honour.

As the film continued under the control of its star whose hand was now on the mouse, KittyKat tried to concentrate both on the action and on what Dr.M had said. There was a lot of wisdom in her words, and KittyKat was already warming to her as a guide and mentor for her own transition, a role model to emulate. One who actually knew Sophia whom she was trying to outdo.

But yes, clearly KittyKat needed educating in handjobs and oral sex, but then there were the other things that she hadn't even considered yet. She tried to remember the list Dr.M had reeled off like a curriculum of study for the current University Session. Public nudity and humiliation. Well, they'd started that with her standing undressed in the window at every session, but she'd already thought that might be too tame, the way the light must obscure her from being observed. Swallowing, semen presumably, or not swallowing. She had no idea what the correct etiquette was for a girl with a mouthful of sperm. Or was it spunk? Or cum?Or jism? Which was another thing: obscene language. Perhaps she really needed to use it more? And anal penetration. That had to happen at some point if she was to achieve her goals, but Dr. M seemed to think her a bit backward in terms of that one. And then there was being a human plate. She especially liked the sound of that one. Was there any chance both Prof and Dr. M might eat off her naked body?

Meanwhile, on-screen the action was unfolding, and things were getting interesting if a little unusual.
 
The Professor left his mouth close to KittyKat's ear. He liked her scent and her submissiveness, not to mention her nakedness up close. She was a constant reminder of how careful he had to be separating academic business from pleasure.

And yet he'd touched her and cum on her face, and if Flavia Martinmelli's advice was to be followed, he should cum on her face regularly. Every time he and KittyKat met. Yes, cumming on her face should be like their calling card, the way they'd commence each session. And then when he'd relieved himself, they could begin, his cum coating her face for the rest of their time together.

But Flavia had mentioned so many other necessities if KittyKat was to be slutified in good time. He had other students, other responsibilities, as did she he guessed. Swallowing. Stretching, Suppleness. Sodomy. How the fuck was he supposed to manage all that? Perhaps Flavia might be a mentor to KittyKat....perhaps.

The Professor came out of the daydream noticing his hand softly against KittyKat's flank. He resolved to leave it there. The film had progressed and Flavia was commentating.

"This is quite shocking, I think," she said. "Blasphemous."

He noticed how faint traces of Flavia's Italian accent were re-emerging.

"What is clever about Satan's bride," she said, "artistic. Yes artistic. This is not pornography but art. High art. What is clever is that there is no vaginal penetration by a cock. Either cock. There is anal and oral penetration, but that is mostly Jean Luc and Ernesto. Well mostly Ernesto. He is playing the devil. The one dressed as the priest. And Jean Luc the groom. They went on to make a sequel to this, you know. A gay sequel. We might watch that later. Anyway, the women, the angelic choir and me, are all penetrated, but by objects in the church. Candlesticks, bottles, crucifixes even. Don't worry. It will look painful, but they are all clever rubber copies. And we are all greased. And some of it is special effects of course. The devil's cock for instance. It's a very long....well, just watch for yourselves."

The Professor felt quite aroused, both by Dr Martinelli's talking so matter-of-factly about her film and by KittyKat's closeness. He almost wanted to shut the film down now so he could cum on KittyKat's face. And then there was sodomising her to think about. No, better let the film finish and then have Flavia's expert assistance to move things along.

On the screen the groom, Jean Luc, was naked. The priest, Ernesto, who had morphed into a horned devil, had chained the groom over the other end of the altar, on his back, his legs splayed. The devil proceeded to fuck the groom anally. The professor didn't think the length of the devil's cock was abnormal, even if he was doing a thorough job of opening up his victim.

The four naked veiled angels brought candlesticks to the altar and were proceeding to push them inside the bride's anus, but in an elaborately staged dance, holding them high, then fitting the smooth end inside, then extracting it again, before the next angel did the same, circling the altar. And all the while the heavenly musical chorus swelled.

"Here," Flavia said, pointing at the screen. "The devil's cock. This is a very clever special effect. Watch."
 
KittyKat watched and listened, attentive to everything though she felt a bit ill-equipped without her notebook. On the other hand, the Professor's touch on her side was comforting and gently swayed closer to firm up the contact.

Dr. M was really taking charge and seemed very assertive, quite different from Professor P's calm and detached intellect and authority. The two academics made an interesting contrast and might be a brilliant teaching team. If only KittyKat could show herself to be worthy of Dr. M's coaching as well as being the Prof's student. She needed to be alert and attentive.

For a moment she worried that the Prof might resent another person helping with her much-needed sexual education, but then decided that they'd work it out academic to academic, or not. You don't matter, KittyKat, she reminded herself, you are just a slut sex tool to be used for the pleasure and gratification of others.

KittyKat set her ruminations aside and concentrated on the film, on the anal penetrations that were being acted out in an artistic, non-pornographic choreography. She sensed something unexpected was about to happen on-screen.
 
"Watch the devil's cock," Flavia said.

Professor Plum sensed KittyKat focus as he did on the devil who was fucking the groom robustly up the ass. The groom was over-acting a bit, moaning and groaning, throwing his upper body about, or so the Professor thought.

"Are you familiar with gay porn, KittyKat?" he asked.

"Shush," Flavia said.

They watched the devil withdraw his cock, still exhibiting a porn-suitable length but nothing more, the Professor thought, and move round to the groom's head. The devil bent the groom's head back and without ceremony, or indeed a wipe clean, inserted his cock into the groom's mouth straight from his ass. The Professor was about to ask Kittykat if she was familiar with ass to mouth fucking, but of course she was, having watched Sophia take more cocks in her mouth straight from her ass than he could count.

"Now watch...."

The camera zoomed in on the groom's mouth where the devil's cock was splitting it open, and then on the groom's neck where it was rising and falling as the cock head thrust deep into the groom's throat. But then the camera panned out, and the throat swelling which marked the passage of the devil's cock seemed to gradually extend down the groom's chest and torso. It was a bit like the special effect in Alien, the Professor thought, where John Hurt's chest was distended by the alien growing inside him. But when the swelling reached the groom's ass, he threw his legs wide open and the devil's cock emerged from between his legs.

"Fuck," the Professor heard himself say. "His cock must be four feet long."

"It's a great special effect, don't you think?" Flavia said. "And now watch the angels."

They watched as each of the naked women, now sodomising the bride with a wine bottle, took turns sucking the devil's cock where it protruded from the groom's ass.

"It's a dildo, of course," Flavia said. "But very realistic. You get the feeling Ernesto's cock could just keep coming and chase you round the room until you were cornered and fucked against the wall yards away. And speaking of dildos...."

The Professor saw Flavia lean down and pat the carry bag she'd placed on the floor by the chair.

"Remind me to introduce KittyKat to Charlie when the film is over."
 
It really was quite an amazing spectacle, and the special effects department had excelled.

KittyKat watched and learned, nestling against the Prof, noting the reference to Charlie who she assumed was some contact of Dr. M's, but decided that such a cinematic approach to a sex scene was possibly too artistic for a slut-in-progress who should be fucked by real cocks. And although it wasn't the first ass-to-mouth she'd seen, she didn't think she could do it. Too unhygienic.

On the other hand, the ideas and portrayal were all very good and indeed shocking, and the idea of a man fucking two people at once with an overlong cock was genius.

Plus, it was just nice to see so many naked people. The women were all gorgeous with plenty of tits and pussies on show, and the men were flashing nice cocks around the screen, even if one of them turned out to be a prop. Dr. M was a very arresting beauty, and clearly well suited to being a film director with her creativity and flair.

Yes, it was all very entertaining but she couldn't yet see what the Prof wanted her to learn from it.
 
Charlie? The Professor watched Flavia pat the bag, then looked back at the massive fake cock, the devil's dildo, on the screen. He got Flavia's drift. Charlie was in the bag. Waiting for the end of the movie. He felt his cock harden.

When the women in the film had all tasted the devil's cock fed through the groom's mouth and out through his ass, the devil withdrew, the head of the dildo disappearing and then an ordinary-sized cock slipping into view between the groom's lips. The devil then moved back around to the groom's ass, turning the groom over onto his stomach, spreading his legs and ass fucking him again. But this time the fake cock worked it's way up his body in the opposite direction. The groom coughed, then gagged, then screamed with alarm. His wide open mouth filled the screen. And then, slowly and deliberately, the fake cock head appeared in his throat, pushing his lips apart and emerging. The groom was lying there, the devil up his ass, and the cock spearing him end to end, the enormous cut head, fake but very convincing, waving at the camera between his lips.

"That is grotesque," the Professor heard himself saying out loud.

"Yes," Flavia said. "Grotesque, but art."

And now, pinned down on the altar, his head between the bride's legs, the great cock protruding from his mouth, the devil proceeded to ass fuck the bride. The groom's mouth, sporting the great cock, pushed against the bride, the dildo entering her just as it had entered the groom. The three actors - devil, groom and bride - writhed together, joined by the fake devil's cock.

The Professor coughed. It was disgusting and magnificent, a four foot cock fucking two asses at the same time.

"Who dreams these things up?" he said.

"Ernesto wrote and directed it," Flavia said, "as well as playing the devil. He is a genius. And Jean Luc worked so hard to hold the dildo in his mouth and convince us the cock was actually running the full length of his body. Wait until you see the gay sequel where the fallen angels fist the cupids while Ernesto sodomises Jean Luc with the crucifix."

She turned to KittyKat. "What do you think? Is it art? Are you disgusted? Aroused? Ask me anything," she said.
 
KittyKat paused to gather her thoughts. She wanted to be diplomatic but honest, wanted to earn a place to be possibly mentored by Dr. M, and not offend her.

"It is clearly art, not pornography, or there would be real cocks fucking with real cum sprayed about. I was quite surprised that all the penetration was anal and not cunt, but now I get it because it's consistent and in a way, a statement of equality. Men and women were there to be used and abused in the same way, through mouth and anus.

"I'm not disgusted, how could I be? I'm on a mission to achieve slutdom. But I don't think I could do the ass-to-mouth stuff, though I know that Sophia does. It's just not me, I think. And I'd prefer real cock, cunt, cum to props if I were ever given a choice.

"The main question I have is about how I can learn all those things, those skills and knowledge that you listed when you first came in? I admit I'm quite backward, and it's holding up the contribution I ought to be making to the Professor's Project though he's being very patient with me. I've discovered from the film that you're a creative artist from whom I could learn so much, and I'm honoured to meet you, Dr Martinelli."

KittyKat stopped there and as usual, hoped that she hadn't spoken for too long.
 
It was a long speech, the Professor thought, forthright and strident. Not at all the usual submissive and deferential KittyKat. He liked it, but rather than say so, he wanted to hear Flavia's response.

"Ha!" Dr Martinelli laughed. "Not disgusted? You go girl. Not disgusted by cocksucking and anal fucking and....and yet you don't think ass to mouth is your thing? Hmmm. You can say no to anything of course, but can you imagine Sophia saying no to random guys sticking their cocks into her mouth after they'd been fucking her ass? In the melee of a gang rape simulation? Even if she'd specified no ass to mouth before they began, it's another thing to say no once the scene is under way. But I admire you. Committed to achieving slutdom. What a goal! And there I was thinking pornography was mostly about entertainment. Creative art for sure, but mostly entertainment."

The film continued on the screen behind her. Flavia reached down and opened her bag, withdrawing a large, red, rubber dildo, which she held up to be examined.

"And this is Charlie," she said. "My constant companion. Say hello to Charlie, KittyKat."

Dr Martinelli held the dildo up close to KittyKat's face.

"Go on. Say hello. With your mouth...."
 
KittyKat was about to say, "Hello Charlie," and opened her mouth, taking a breath.

She was a little hesitant because she'd already spoken for longer than the Prof usually liked in a Counselor session, and thought she had detected some surprise from him at her audacity. It had been a gamble, rather a bold one in the circumstances, aimed at impressing Dr. M into mentoring her sexual growth.

KittyKat had been a little surprised at some of what Dr. M had replied. Why would a slut be disgusted by cocksucking and anal fucking? And logically Dr. M was right, she shouldn't then have qualms about ass-to-mouth.

Which all went to show just how much KittyKat needed Dr. M.

Except that Dr. M hadn't taken the hint, hadn't acknowledged the plea for guidance, had ignored that part of what KittyKat had said. Ignored it, or rejected it, or was testing her.

So although she had intended to be quiet and say no more, an order is an order and a slut obeys. Which was why her mouth was open ...
 
Dr Martinelli held KittyKat's gaze for a long moment. This kid had class, she thought. Class and looks and attitude. But oh so much to learn. And maybe, just maybe, I'm the gal to teach her....

"Have you not had KittyKat work on a dildo, Angus?"

The Professor gave a non-committal grunt. Flavia was great, but he wasn't sure whether Flavia was improving KittyKat's lessons or just marginalising him. Plus, his cock was hard and painful and he wanted to move on to face cumming, whether or not either of these two women were ready. He grunted again and unzipped his trousers, trusting they would get the hint.

"No? So much slut work is facial," she said. "It's about addressing the cock, as we say. Your mouth is open, KittyKat, but like a drain. Your ass is a drain. You can lube it and gape it and shake it, but that's about it. Your mouth, on the other hand, is a proactive sex organ. The dildo is inanimate. It's not going to chase you round the room and fuck you. You have to fuck it. With your mouth in this instance. So just chase my good friend Charlie here round the room with your mouth and fuck him, yes?"

Flavia looked down to where the Professor had his cock in his hand.

"And then we need to move on so Charlie can fuck your ass and let my other good friend Angus make a mess on your face."
 
KittyKat didn't think she'd understood Dr. M properly. What was that about chasing Charlie around the room? She had no idea but wanted to do her best for both of the academics.

She took the red dildo out of Dr. M's hand and slid it into her mouth; past her lips and onto her tongue. Wanting to show what a good pupil she could be, how obedient, she pumped the sex object a couple of times in and out and then naked, jogged around the room still fucking her mouth with it, making sure to pass close by her slut window at each pass.

She might not have much of a chest but what she did have wobbled and jiggled at every step, and her ass cheeks swayed.

Returning to her starting point between the other two she pulled Charlie from her mouth, keeping him covered in her spit. Then with her back to the Dr and facing her professor she handed the dildo to Dr. M and bent over at the hips so that her face was by the Prof's hand-held cock, and her ass pointing to Dr. M.

Despite her natural reservations and nervousness, she wanted to demonstrate to both of them that she could understand and interpret intentions, be obedient, and carry out any slut task they set.

At least, that was what she hoped.
 
Flavia Martinelli smiled as KittyKat jogged round the room. The poor innocent child had misunderstood her. Charlie chasing her round the room, she'd meant. Or not chasing her, given Charlie was a lifeless rubber toy. Still, it gave the doctor a chance to observe KittyKat in flight.

"You have a beautiful body, young lady," she said, trying not to laugh at the sight of KittyKat running with the dildo in her mouth. "So soft and firm, so supple. You will make many men happy. And women too. I hope you realise that."

Flavia was even more pleased when KittyKat stopped and bent over without being asked, her face up close to Professor Plum's exposed cock and her ass right where Flavia could reach down and finger it. Which she did. The doctor ran her fingers around the wrinkled edge of KittyKat's puckered hole, then gently intruded a finger tip inside.

"How does that feel? Let me know when it's too much. I just want to gauge the size and shape of your anus, and assess how slick you are. We will need to lubricate you for Charlie, KittyKat. Do you have anything suitable Angus?"
 
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"It feels ok, Dr. Martinelli, thank you," KittyKat replied formally but economically as the visitor slid a finger inside her anus, and she flushed with happiness at the compliments.

For a lady of Dr. M's experience and expertise to say that she had a beautiful body meant a lot. Katy had never thought of herself as beautiful, nor her body as beautiful, just normal. She had never been pursued by boys like some of the other girls or spent time flirting with them, being more of a studious type who occupied herself with books or swimming. So the praise gave her a confidence that not only might she achieve slutdom and make herself available for the sexual pleasure of others, but she might actually be desired.

KittyKat wondered what lube the Prof might have and was prepared to spit into her hand if nothing else was available, but she'd wait to be asked. Hopefully, he'd cover her face in more of his cum, soon, since that seemed to be the next stage of her education. It was very good of him to supply the spunk himself when he could just call Friedrich, for example. The dedication of the teaching staff amazed her; the way they put themselves out for her, cumming on her face, fingering her asshole, even fucking it, doing these things for their student because she needed the experience, rather than because they wanted to.

KittyKat already knew that she was far too young to actually interest the Prof and assumed the same to be true about Dr. M. But there was still a chance that she might end this session with a Mentor as well as a Professor.

KittyKat braced her hands on her knees to keep her upper body horizontal and legs straight, feet wide apart, her face almost touching the Prof's cock.
 
"Ok KittyKat? Good."

Flavia ran her finger round inside KittyKat's rectum, pushing gradually up as far as she could reach.

"I know it's intrusive, honey," she said, "but you have to get used to having things up your ass, and much bigger than my finger. Not daintily inserted like I'm doing either. Angus, you really are lax in not training KittyKat properly, expecting her to just open her legs and submit to a fucking. Angus..."

Professor Plum was totally distracted by his hard cock. Flavia's casual talking and violation of KittyKat's asshole pushed him over the edge. He grunted and came in her face, his cock held fast in his hand, spurting its creamy load directly into her eyes, then running down her face. She snorted a little, and startled, the Professor stepped back, dribbling his load onto the floor.

"And now you're spilling it, you silly sod," Flavia said. "What a waste. I think you both need training. You KittyKat need a porn mentor, which should be me. And you Angus, need a nursemaid. What do you say?"

The Professor grunted a yes, pushing his cock into KittyKat's mouth as she opened it to reply. At the same time, Dr Martinelli withdrew her finger from KittyKat's asshole, then inserted a pair of fingers, not so gently this time, straight up to the limit.

"I take that as a yes to mentoring, KittyKat. And that's two fingers. How do you feel?"
 
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KittyKat had to wait until the Prof had pulled his cock from her mouth after he'd squeezed out the last remaining spunk from his ejaculation. She dutifully swallowed and ran her tongue over her teeth to gather the last remnants.

"That feels good, Dr. Martinelli, thank you. I can take two fingers in my anus quite comfortably. And I would be honoured and flattered for you to be my porn and sex Mentor, Maam." KittyKat worried that maybe she was using words that were too polite when really they should be obscene. But for now, she didn't know any better. And she didn't want to ruin the session by talking more than was necessary.

She was also a bit disorientated trying to have a serious conversation with her eyes closed. They were splattered with cum from the Prof's first load which still coated her eyelids despite much of the fragrant goo running down her cheeks. She had licked up a big drip as it slid under her nose and over her lips.

Breathing heavily, KittyKat absorbed the sensations of a two-finger anal fuck combined with the feel and smell of semen on her face. This felt like significant progress in her growth towards slutdom. She'd comment in more depth in her next essay.
 
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The Professor watched KittyKat swallow his cum and then lick her lips. It was so sensuous, so natural, that he willed his cock to harden up again so he could make another assault on her luscious mouth. But as she made her peremptory reply to Dr Martinelli, he realised he was probably spent for the evening.

"Good," Flavia said. "I mean good that two fingers in your anus is no problem and good that I can be your mentor. I know Angus and I have planned for your deflowering to take place as soon as possible, but mentoring you, developing you to where you can take any violation, any degradation, achieve real slutdom, will take time. But I see it as a challenge, my pleasure and my privilege to turn such a young, beautiful, innocent creature into....well, into what, Angus? Into what?"

"Into a slut, my dear Flavia," the Professor replied, feeding his limp cock back inside his trousers and doing up the zipper. "A slut, like Sophia. Or indeed like yourself, dear Flavia."

Dr Martinelli laughed, withdrew the two fingers with which she was stretching KittyKat's ass, and raised her hands to the Professor's face.

"Spit on my palm, Angus," she said, and he did so. Then having rubbed his spit round her hand and fingers, she placed the three middle fingers of her right hand together and plunged them into KittyKat's ass, hard and deep.

"That's three fingers, KittyKat. Any feedback for your mentor? Charlie is getting hungry."
 
KittyKat let out a loud grunt as she was penetrated again, harder and fuller this time. The covering over her eyes had dried sufficiently for her to open them.

And she was being invited to comment. Perhaps she was expected to say more with her Mentor than with her Professor; or maybe it was just temporary, while they were getting used to each other.

"That feels good, too, Dr. Martinelli Maam. Yes, three fingers in my ass is good."

KittyKat had to reach out for support and grabbed the best thing available; the Prof's belt that was fastened securely around his waist. Four fingers of each hand hooked over the belt while her two thumbs trailed down, pointing to his groin. She wanted his cock out again. She wanted to surprise them both when Charlie pushed into her by going for a double. A simultaneous ass fuck and mouth fuck.

KittyKat gripped the belt tight. She didn't want the Prof going anywhere.
 
"It feels good, does it?" Dr Martinelli laughed. The Professor could see she was enjoying mentoring KittyKat, way beyond just an academic interest. Images of them fucking filled his head, his colleague and his student, inserting their fingers and hands into each other, eating each other out, using dildos, vibrators, whatever it is lesbians do. He realised how little he actually knew about women, about female sexuality, about what their sexual parts were called, how they fucked, woman on woman.

"You can tell me it hurts if you want," Flavia said. "It doesn't all have to be good. When Sophia is being gang raped by a bunch of big, strong men who don't care about anything but their own sexual gratification, do you think it feels good? Maybe. But mostly it hurts. Not because I'm guessing, KittyKat. Because I've been there too. I've simulated gang rape on film. I can tell you it's an amazing, testing, scary, exhilarating thing to do."

Flavia knew KittyKat was glossing over the truth. She felt her squirm and recoil from the digital assault. And then saw her grab the Professor's belt.

"She wants your cock out," Flavia said. " For Charlie. I know. I did the same thing the first time I was sodomised. You need something in your mouth. Come on, Angus. Let's see that tiny appendage of yours again."

The Professor was stung momentarily. But it was just Flavia's way. Deprecating. And if he was honest, arousing. He unzipped himself and fetched out his limp cock.

"And lube, Angus? You don't have any, do you?"

She withdrew her fingers from KittyKat's ass, reached down, opened her bag, and took out a bottle. She squeezed the greasy contents onto the dildo. The Professor watched his colleague rub the lubricant along the length of the rubber toy.

"OK, KittyKat, no more ceremony. No more thinking about how it feels to have something big in your ass. Charlie will be gentle, he's nice and slick...." She looked down, then pulled KittyKat's legs further apart..."and you are gaping nicely. But Charlie is big and he wants to feel you inside...all the way up to my hand. Relax...."
 
The smell of cock was again in KittyKat's nostrils. It was a nice smell, one she was coming to savour. She just had time to answer Dr. M before her mouth would be filled again.

"It would be good to do a gang rape, or gang fuck since I won't resist or object, on film. Maybe after I've achieved my seven?"

Not daring to risk any more comment KittyKat scooped up the Prof's soft cock with her lips and started to run her tongue around it. She'd not had a limp dick before, a spent one, so this was a new challenge. To arouse a recently emptied cock back to its proper state and try to get it to spurt more cum, to fill her mouth again with spunk.

Her thoughts were not entirely coherent, distracted as she was by thoughts of the imminent insertion of a very slick but filling Charlie inside her asshole. She grunted around the cock in her opposite hole.
 
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"Good to do a gang rape...." The stupid young thing doesn't know what she's talking about, Dr Martinelli thought.

"Simulating a gang rape on film, my dear KittyKat, is something to aim at. A distant, possibly unattainable goal. Lots of girls start out thinking they can take anything, and then the first finger up their ass, they pass out. Now, admittedly you have passed that test with flying colors. But a gang rape?"

Flavia focused on KittyKat's gaping ass as the young woman bent double. Somehow, the position didn't seem right. And KittyKat's brave talk gave Flavia an idea.

"I think I'd like you on your back," she said. "Makes your ass more accessible for when I insert Charlie. And we can make eye contact to ensure my instructions and your feedback are not misunderstood."

Dr Martinelli watched as KittyKat disengaged from the cock in her mouth and stood while the Professor cleared his desk.

"Just lie back on the table and put your legs in the air," she said, "like so." Flavia grabbed hold of KittyKat's legs and pushed them back until the girl was bent in two, her ass gaping open where both of her seniors could see.

"Just imagine as Charlie goes in," she said, "that instead of your good friend and professional acquaintance Dr Flavia Martinelli gently and carefully sodomising you, I am a gang of a dozen six foot, two hundred and fifty pound, sex-starved, tattooed hairy bikers, probably drunk or high, at least acting that way for the cameras, and you are an innocent young girl they are holding captive, hogtied, with the aim of satisfying their lust, anally raping you over and over again, maybe one at a time at first, and then double or triple penetration, your ass, your mouth, your cunt, cumming inside you and on you, feeding their cum and their cocks straight from your ass into your mouth, whether or not you enjoy it. And you have told the director you are experienced and consent to anything which might happen. So please don't stop, Mr Director, whatever I say."

Flavia twisted the dildo into KittyKat's deep red hole.

"I will be gentle, unlike our twelve imaginary bikers. OK?"

Flavia waited for KittyKat to nod. Gentle, she thought, but I still aim to make you wince and cry out, my dear, innocent, crazy-brave KittyKat. It will be a good lesson.
 
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KittyKat realised the flaw in her ambitions.

She had been focusing so much on the freedom side of the Project, with filming or video recording to make it meaningful, that she had overlooked one essential element.

She couldn't act.

Dr. M was talking about making an unrestricted porn film, which was fine, but focused on rape instead of consensual fucking. KittyKat didn't think she had the skills to appear to be a rape victim when in fact she'd agreed to the scene. That would need clarifying later with the Dr.

KittyKat nodded her head since that seemed to be what the Dr. was waiting for, asshole already plugged with Charlie though there still seemed a lot to push in. She then tilted her head back, straightening her throat, wondering if the Prof would accept the invitation to reinsert his cock in her mouth. The unfamiliar sensations in her anus were beyond her powers of description but she was still determined to achieve a double, ass and mouth, to prove to Dr. M that she was committed to the project.

The thought of twelve men fucking her inspired her to do her best for the Dr. hoping that they'd make good on that suggestion as a video recording. After all, she'd complied willingly with the instruction to lie on her back naked, cooperated with having her legs lifted and parted, accepted as reasonable having her ass hole opened and exposed in front of her teachers, and taken as perfectly normal that one of her teachers should sodomise her during a university tutorial, and even fuck her mouth and cum on her face.

Surely Dr. M couldn't doubt her dedication. She just wanted that recognised, and maybe to earn a word of praise.
 
The Professor saw KittyKat lift her head and nod at Dr Martinelli. A nod of consent? Maybe, but consent to what? His colleague had just outlined the most extreme porn scenario to KittyyKat, a simulated gang rape, but simulated only in the sense that the rapee had consented to be filmed and subjected to extraordinary humiliation, if not immense pain, with no safe word or avenue to cut the scene short. No escape. Consent and be gang raped was the scenario. And KittyKat seemed to be just going along for the ride. The Professor loved watching Sophia simulate gang rape on film, and had loved even more introducing KittyKat to his favourite female pornstar under the guise of academic research. Somehow the prospect of KittyKat being subjected to what Sophia had done seemed too close to home. If only she'd say no to Flavia, or call time, or reconsider her limits.

And then KittyKat leaned her head back, stretched her neck, straightened her throat and made her mouth available to him. What was a horny old guy to do, he thought, unzipping his flies again...

"I don't doubt your dedication," Flavia said, twisting Charlie slowly but surely into KittyKat's ass. "How does that feel? OK? I don't doubt you for an instant, KittyKat, but saying yes to everything I say doesn't mean it's a good idea. A pornstar like Sophia has taken a lot of time and effort to get where she is. It's not like any girl can just open her legs and her mouth and whatever anyone wants to shove up there will do. There are highly paid and respected pornstars who don't do anal, for instance. And good luck to them. I do it...did it, but do I wish I'd taken a different course? Maybe...who knows? Life is what you make of it."

Flavia held tight to the grip at the base of the dildo, twisting and pushing, slowly and gently, but with determination. KittyKat just submitted, to the Doctor's continuing amazement. An anal virgin showing no signs of resisting or objecting to a medium-to-large dildo like Charlie being inserted into her ass, however well lubricated and managed.

"You're doing good, girl. But are you sure that's OK honey?"
 
The anal insertion was stretching her hole wider than any poo she'd ever done.

Tears of pain stung her eyes as Charlie was pushed deeper and deeper, further than she thought possible. She didn't want to get in the way of the Prof fucking her mouth again by speaking, and neither did she want to fail in her first session with her new sex and porn mentor. But the pain in her asshole was getting to be too much.

Her tears were of more than just pain, but also of the humiliation of failure. Her goal was total freedom, but to balk at the first obstacle was unthinkable. In her situation, she couldn't just say no as Dr. M suggested. And then there was the misunderstanding between a rape scene and a group fuck scene.

It was all going horribly wrong, and she didn't know what to do. Her shame at refusing any sexual activity was driving her to accept more than she could cope with, and she was in danger of total shut down and complete failure. Which would mean rejection. Dismissal from the Project. A return to obscurity in the knowledge that she was indeed a failure. A girl with ambitions greater than her abilities. Not a real scholar at all.

The tears flowed faster as her sense of inadequacy deepened, yet she was determined to see this through and forcibly relaxed her body to accept the invasions at both ends.

She opened her mouth wider, the only signal she could think of to say she wasn't going to quit. She was determined not to pass out.
 
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