Avery approached the professor's study, the large imposing double doors wide open, waiting to invite her in. She hesitated just outside, pausing. Inside the professor sat facing the door, her face hidden behind a pair of large monitors that illuminated her within the darkness. The wet sounds of someone pleasuring her echoed from inside. If the professor had heard Avery approach, she made no attempt to acknowledge it or her.

Avery had been woken up to the sounds of Charlotte and Anise dressing themselves for the day. At some point during the events of the previous night, they had moved Avery from her bed into theirs, likely because Avery's bed had been covered with so much cum that it was no longer able to be slept in. The pair had taken turns using and stuffing every single hole Avery had. Within hours Avery's head had become a mess of thoughts of cocks, eating ass, cum, and tits. She was practically a fuckdoll for them to use, and they used her without restraint. When she woke this morning, not only was she sore, but every single inch of her felt as though it was tied directly to her pleasure circuits. She came just from rolling onto her back, a sight both women enjoyed watching. By the time she regained consciousness, Avery found a note taped to her forehead from Anise to meet her in the study once she was able to pull herself together.

It had taken an hour for her to be able to regain a sense of normalcy, bathe herself, and dress in a loose-fitting business suit. She didn't know what the day held so she had opted for the shorter skirt and blazer with no shirt beneath as her look. She assumed she would need to be easily available for access during the day. Now as she stood outside of the study, she wondered if she should have even bothered to put on clothes since they would almost certainly be ruined by lunch time.

Avery approached one of the doors and gently knocked on it. "You wanted to see me?" She asked almost timidly to interrupt.

Anise grabbed the monitors sliding them along an arm towards the side of the desk. "Oh good. Avery. I see you made it out of bed before lunch. I almost expected to find you tied up in there for most of the day. Come. Sit." She gestured to one of the two chairs sitting in front of the desk. Avery approached them, slowly sliding one out to take a seat in it. She sunk into the chair a bit, instantly relaxing into it, even against her better judgement. The chair was exceptionally comfortable, so much so that it drained away all of her hesitation and willpower.

"I was very impressed by your presentation last night. When have you found the time to work on your side project?"

Avery shuffled, pushing herself further up in the seat. "Mostly in brief windows over the semester. I was already playing with biorhythmic studies beforehand for practicality, so modifying it for this purpose was simple. The science had already been figured out. The engineering side was really this last week. With you away, I had more time to myself, where I was less...busy..." Avery said blushing slightly. "Not that I mind being busy with you, but I found I just had more time to myself."

"It is impressive. To think there's still so much about you that surprises me." Anise leaned over the desk, her fingers interlocking, crossing over themselves forming a bridge for her chin to rest upon. She studied Avery, her eyes looking over her intently. "And tell me. Would you have actually stolen my wife from me? Taken her memories of me and turned them all into you, locking her up as yours. Would you do that knowing that only you could have ever undone it. How would that have felt?"

Avery bit her lip. This was all clearly a test, but what was the right answer? Was there a right answer? Did the professor really want Avery to steal her wife or was this a game, did they play this with everyone else? And the way the professor was looking at her, with this clear cut analytical look. Avery had seen it of course, it was the same look she had the first day of class, when the professor had decided Avery's fate. It was the same look the professor had when grading and judging other students during class. It was a look that would decide Avery's fate all based off this answer.

"No." Avery said sinking into the chair, her confidence gone. "I owe you too much to ever do something like that to you. I even felt slightly bad doing what I did do to her."

"If it helps remedy your sour feelings, my wife was rather pleased with what you did. She went to bed with a very full stomach." Anise pushed back her chair before standing up. Her cock hung through the open slit of her dress, slick and shiny. Avery couldn't help but look at it, immediately feeling her mouth water as her attention was pulled directly to it. "Avery do you understand why my practices and techniques work as well as they do." She sat back down and Avery took a breath pulling herself back to focus. The sounds of the professor's cock being sucked once again filled the room. "It's because I play on the subconscious desires of the people I subject. Whether the individual is aware of it or not, I draw on the things they like, they want, they need and can manipulate them into submission through them. For example, you have a very strong oral fixation. I noticed it from the first day and the bite marks on your pencils. So whether it is my cock, my fingers, or my tits, you would gladly give up anything for them, even your own willpower and thoughts. For Korrine, it was submission, most strong-willed, over thinking people have that as a simple baseline target. For many it is just sex, or sexual appeal. Every single person who lives under my roof gave into something, be it praise, pleasure, desire, or just simply loss of control. Even my wife."

"My wife, the only woman who has ever challenged me mentally, sexually, and seductively uses her gifts of chemistry and knowledge of the body to sway the hearts and bodies of others. Her use of smell and taste allows her complete control over the nervous system but little control over the mind. However when people find their bodies are filled with pleasure, it becomes hard for the mind to resist. Not that my wife has ever minded a conscious objector, in fact she quite enjoys knowing that there's very little anyone could do to resist her will."

"So why did I explain all of this to you. Well there are many bright individuals like us out in the world, who use are skills, our resources to manipulate and control others, serving the whims and dreams of our end goals. I suspected you might have that potential when we first met. Last night you proved that you do. But the interesting part of your talent, one neither my wife or I have seen utilized at this level, is you can completely reshape and control someone, altering them beyond any surface means, even going so far as to change everything about them. Beyond the practical uses, this raises a question of ethical uses. Such as last night, you could have taken my wife, reshaped her completely for your own means, and you didn't, so why the lack of conviction? What stopped you?"

Avery bit her lip, hesitating to answer for fear of looking weak. She had practically been called it by the professor just moments ago. A lack of conviction. "It was the way she spoke to you, as if she knew I could do it and would do it, and the cold and unforgiving way you didn't try to help her. You could have stopped me at any time, but you wanted to see me do it, see if I could, even if it meant destroying her beyond belief. I couldn't do it. Not because I didn't want to. She's an incredible woman, you both are, but the concept, the idea of that, I don't want to be a cold monster who just takes from people. I want to be someone who helps people realize their true self, like you teach. Even with Korrine, when I tested them on her, all I've done is simple things, making her obsessed with my pussy, increasing her desire to play with her ass, erasing her sense of embarrassment. I don't want to change her because I like her as herself. If I wanted more, I would take it. You know me. You know I would. It isn't a lack of conviction. It's about using even an unethical practice for ethical means."

Avery looked down. She was standing, her palms flat on the desk for support. Her body was shaking, her breathing heavy. She was hyper focused on the moment. Anise locked within her gaze, unmoving, just staring back at her, watching her, studying her. She hadn't even realized how mad she had gotten at the professor's implication. It had bothered her to her core, that after everything, everything together the last few months, anyone, especially the professor, could doubt Avery's conviction.

"And if I promised you, that if right now, you stripped bare, climbed under this desk and sucked my cock until I came in your mouth, that you would never have to worry about any of that again. That I could take away every last shred of yourself, turn you into nothing but my cock drunk slut, worshipping my cock every day and night for the rest of your life, happy, blissful, with nothing but my cock to think about forever."

"No. I can do more than just that. I want to do more than just be another one of your servants." Avery said with no hesitation, no pause. She felt more confident than ever in herself and nothing was going to stop her in this moment.

Anise stood back up, her cock bouncing free, shining in the light. Avery took a singular glance down at it before forcing her head back up to face Anise, refusing to back down. "And what is this more that you want to do."

"I want to shape minds and control people. I want to improve the world by making sure others know who they really are. I want to build an empire of devoted followers that serve me as their best selves. I want everything."

Anise smiled and leaned over the desk, kissing Avery softly on the lips. Avery blinked in surprise before slowly kissing back. Anise leaned away smirking. "My wife has taken your prototype to a friend of ours. You'll have updated designs, a patent, and all of your functionality enabled within the week. After that, the next steps will be up to you. If you'd like to proceed, we can introduce you to manufactures across the country, financiers to fund it, partners to run it, and within a year, your product can be worldwide. We will help you achieve any and all of your goals and dreams."

Avery's jaw dropped. She stammered, mumbling over her words. What was the professor talking about? Did she pass? She studied the professor's face, looking over every inch of it for any hint of deception but all she could find was admiration and praise. It was soft and gentle, her eyes almost twinkling. Sure, she had looked at Avery with this sort of affection before, but usually only when Avery got her off or left her extremely satisfied. This was unusual and completely unfamiliar to her and Avery almost didn't like it. Not because it was bad, but because she hadn't earned it.

"Use your words Avery."

"Why? Why are you both doing this?" Avery stammered stepping back from the desk.

Anise walked around the front of the desk, her cock bouncing with each step. Avery watched it from the corner of her eye, hungrily wanting to finish the professor off. "Because after years of testing and looking for a protege, someone I could call worth my time, last night you proved that you could do that. Not only have you mastered my skills in a few short months, bending students to your whims, but you have exceeded and developed your own techniques and skills. Avery I could not be more proud of you than I am in this moment. I will support your goals and dreams with everything I can."

"I feel like I haven't earned it. I mean, there's still so much weekend left. I can't possibly have passed every test. And there's Korrine and school and-"

Anise's laughter cut her off. The professor was clutching Avery's shoulder laughing broadly, her chest heaving. "Oh dear, you haven't even finished half of the tests yet. But only one other has made it this far before. In fact, Stephen, would you come out here." out from under the desk a tall young man rose. His entire body was hairless and lean, there wasn't a drop of fat on him. Avery looked at his bare body admiring it. "Stephen, tell Avery when you failed."

Stephen nodded, his face completely blank and emotionless. "I failed the next test. My will was not strong enough to survive the training quarters and the professor's private techniques. I only possess the thoughts she grants me. My mind and body belong to her.

"So Avery, shall we go to the training quarters?" The professor asked. Avery suddenly felt very, very afraid of what came next, and what could possibly come after that.