“That assignment you gave us was demeaning, professor.”

Gregory looked up to see one of his students standing in front of his desk. A woman with a sour expression glared at him, disgusted. She was a junior with chocolate brown hair and olive skin who irritated the hell out of him. The woman constantly raises her hand while smacking gum with her airport to tell him that his lesson was old fashioned. That he needed to bring forth more artwork and writing done by women instead of perpetuating bigotry.

It really grinded his gears that the woman never dared to switch out of his class if it bothered her too much. He had spoken to her about it and she looked at him with disgust calling him a gross pig. No, instead she had gone to the administrative office a week prior to complain about him and claim that he was singling her out. This left him with a mark on his name and a warning about possible suspension if he kept bothering her. He couldn't believe she had the nerve to even act this way with him privately.

With her fake nails, the woman put a hand on her chest right on her breast and sneered. She set down a paper on his desk and he quickly grabbed it. It was an essay that had just been assigned to her in the previous class on a movie they had taken notes on. The film was from the 80s, a romantic comedy and was written to appeal to the everyday American from that time period. The first page was pretty much just one long paragraph trashing the film, the crew, the director and the cast.

She wrote about how demeaning it was for the love interest to lower her standards for the nerdy main character. How unrealistic it was for a hot girl who got such good grades and was so career driven to go for such a slacker. This was a stereotype at the time that the woman was called pompous and creepy. As the man read the paper he could see a shit eating grin form on the girl’s face.

It was so obvious that the last chunk of the argumentative essay was a personal attack against him. Gregory sighed and rubbed at his forehead as the woman moved some of her long hair and huffed. “You would have been some sort of perve to find any of those jokes about a woman's ‘jugs’ funny. It's absolutely disgusting!”

Gregory just gave her a hard look. The woman didn't fit the stereotypical feminist look you'd see conservatives push against the movement. She didn't have a ugly bob or a horrifically dyed pixie cut. Her body was banging with her Latin American roots overtaking any of that being white girl genetics. It pissed him off that a girl like that born with such an advantage would constantly play the goddamn victim.

He watched her squirm under his gaze, the room becoming uncomfortable with the tension between the two. The professor had to wonder if a girl like her who was raised with loving and pampering parents ever had to want anything. If she even knew how to change a tire or unclog a pipe or wipe her own ass. Gregory really had to sit and think if he had ever seen the woman do anything beneficial in her life. He chuckled and set the paper back down onto the desk, looking her in the eye.

“Tell me,” Gregory watched her brown eyes squint in confusion as the man's voice seemed to echo off the room's wall. Filling the entire room with its weight. It was so heavy to the girl, he could see her begin to stumble. “Do you have a pair of jugs?”

At first her face scrunched up like she was about to spit on him. Her hands balled into fists and you'd think she was going to cold cock him. But all of sudden her body began to shake and she hurried to catch her breath. She leaned over, looking at the older man like she wasn't even sure what they'd been talking about. If you had ever seen someone being roofed it was close to tha but not quite. The woman licked her lips once, twice, before taking in a deep panicked breath.

Gregory hummed having grown used to this reaction in women by now. He hadn't intended or planned to use it on any of his students but this woman went too far. He couldn't have a girl like her who was so lost and acted like she was intelligent. Like she was always going to be the smartest one in the room no matter what the topic was. The older man couldn't let her continue on with such an embarrassing facade.

He snapped his fingers to help the confused girl regain her focus. “Melody.” He spoke her name for the first time in days and she looked at him. Inside he relished and felt his cock harden at the fear in her eyes. “Tell me if you have a pair of jugs.”

The professor watched as Melody fought against his command. There was a subtle twitch under her face as she began to move at a snail’s pace. Her arms moved up as she lifted them awkwardly, her body shaking the entire time as they went to her chest. Her hands fumbled clumsily with the buttons that closed her top. It was like her fingers had a mind of their own with her nails clicking loudly on the plastic material. She moved her lips, stuttering as she tried to scream and call for help.

The compulsion was alway slow and futile to fight against. Gregory recalled a stranger coming across an ex he had under his control and asking if she was drunk. The tired, droopy mouth with drool dripping down the sides. The uncoordinated movements with her legs becoming bowlegged as she tried to stop herself and her face a mask of blind obedience. He grinned at the twitching woman as she began to pull her top off, revealing her bra clad chest.

She looked down, her entire chin hitting her chest as her eyes became cross-eyed and she nearly toppled over. “I have a pair of massive jugs.” Melody struggled to speak almost as if she forgot what words were. The vowels being drawn out and her voice slurring. Her breasts being painted with her drool and rapidly increasing sweat.

“That's a very good thing to have, Melody. You know, girls like you can barely string a few sentences together without asking for help and giving up.” Gregory watched as what he said to her became fact. His words were like a bitter poison as she tried to shake her head, whimpering. “You can barely speak. You've always been slower than other girls your age. You want my help with words, don't you?”

She nodded her head reluctantly and he snickered. He hadn't had a woman in his control like this since he was a young man. It was exhilarating to demean a proud feminist into a dumb sex fiend like this. “Well, the first thing you're going to do after this conversation is submit a withdrawal form to the administrative board.”

Melody tried to say no but to his pleasure she just nodded dumbly and smiled. After all, he told her that she could barely form a comprehensive sentence and her body didn't bother trying to prove him wrong. “You will send an email with your tits and your bare bottom to all your classmates and coworkers. You're going to get fired from that apprenticeship you like to brag about on social media.”

She had managed to let out a few tears as he said this, drooling on her breasts like an idiot. He could see that her massive nipples were hard under her bra. This gave him an idea, a wonderful one that made him grin. He reached over to dig into the girl’s skirt pocket and took out her phone. The girl was too careless to not use a code for her lockscreen so he was able to get into it easily. He scowled at some of the texts that came in from her fellow feminist idiots and whores. They talked about helping plan upcoming protests against hateful literature and artwork.

He wanted to destroy them all. Gregory buried that rage as he knew that once he was done those women wouldn't want to ever speak to Melody again. He went onto her camera and hesitates in hitting the record button. He needed to give the whore a good command that would really ruin her life. What he said made the girl fight the hardest she ever had, a strangled gurgle coming out of her throat as her body began to act. She was teary eyed as he hit the record button and she began to speak.

“I am here with my daddy and he's gonna make a mama!” Melody had one down into her crotch, fingering herself as she moaned and stood over her own essay. She smirked and jiggled tits. “You whores don't know nothin about women and our needs!” She really moaned as Gregory leaned over and squeezed one of her tits.

With her fingers stroking herself, she continued with her barely legible speech. She stumbled over her words and spoke like a idiotic fifth grader grammar wise. “I like big fat cock. I like cock up my twat and pussy!” She removed her wet hand to turn and shame her panty clad ass vulgarly at the camera, jutting it out with a whine.

“I'm too dumb to go to school,” She pulled down her skirt and panties, flashing the camera with her hairy hole. Gregory was surprised it wasn't shaved like the rest of her body as she squatted and moaned. It was positively slutty. “I just need an old cock in my whore butt!”

Gregory smirked as the woman bounced her ass, showed off her hole and screeched for some random man to fuck her till she climaxed. It truly amused him that the girl had fallen so low already and he hadn't even gotten started yet. He needed her on her knees, sucking his cock like a good whore should. For now, Melody popping her pussy on camera on her feminist writing was good enough. Especially, as he had commanded her to fully debase herself in front of the entire world. She turned to look at the camera, gave it a toothy grin and let out a tiny little moan.

Wetness flushed between her thighs as she squinted all over herself. She panted and whined as she dampened the pages she wrote. The man hummed as she completely creamed herself on camera and continued to call herself a whore. Melody fell onto the ground and began to finger herself openly. She was cross eyed with her tongue stuck out and looking out of her mind. The man had initially wanted her to pee herself but that was perfect for another time. For now, he kept her stuck in a cycle of humiliation as she masturbated for his pleasure.