Pearl Girls Chapter 15: Roommate Recruited

( c ) 2023 by Skarlette One

The semester was nearly over and I wasn’t sure if I had done enough to please my professor. While the Yvonne Yates that had started classes a few months ago would have been worried about pleasing her professor as a student, I’d expanded my scope considerably. I was devoted to pleasing Professor Paulson (also known as Professor Patriarchy) as his assistant, as his housekeeper, as his comfort-giver, and, most importantly, as his cock-worshipping, cum-swallowing, sex-obsessed submissive slut.

It had been a life-changing semester.

At the moment, I was concerned that I hadn’t sucked his cock well enough. I’d barely started deep-throating him when Professor Paulson sent me out of his office to take a phone call with the Dean. I knew he probably wanted to focus on convincing the Dean to invite him to the Trustee’s Ball without being distracted by my silly-girl lust for his handsome shaft. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d failed somehow.

To distract myself from my failure, I scrolled through my social media feed on my phone. It was all gossip and memes and selfies. Nothing important. Nothing about how to please the Professor.

“Stop right there, Yvonne,” the Professor snapped from over my shoulder. “Go back.”

“Go back into your office, Professor? I don’t understand.” I looked up at him in confusion.

“No, you silly, useless girl!” the Professor said. Laying a hand on my dark hair, he turned my head back toward my phone. “Scroll backwards. There’s a picture I want to see … further … there! Who is she?”

“That’s my roommate. Thora Thames. You wouldn’t know her, Professor. She’s not in any of your classes.”

“Show me other pictures of her. Can your phone do that?”

The Professor was so cute when he didn’t understand technology. I called up all my pictures of Thora and showed them to the Professor, one by one.

“Is this beauty mark of hers real? The one above her lip on the right side?” His voice simmered with excitement.

“Yes, Professor.” It made no sense to me why he was interested in in Thora’s face.

“Her hair is still dyed this exact shade of blond?”

“Yes, Professor.”

“Perfect! I’ve secured an invitation to the Trustee’s Ball. I’ll need both you and your roommate on my arm for the Trustee’s Ball.”

I had no idea how to respond, as I was both happy that I could serve him and jealous that I wasn’t enough. “That’s quite an honor, Professor, but I don’t know if Thora will see it that way. She’s already … um, devoted to someone else.” I hoped that I wouldn’t need to explain how Thora was … kinda weird. She was the Libido League’s biggest fan and had sworn she wouldn’t have sex with anyone until she’d been with a member of the team. How ironic that her roommate was secretly a superheroine and she had no idea!

The Professor’s voice snapped me back to attention. “The girl’s feelings are meaningless, Yvonne. I need her, but I have no access. You’re her roommate and her friend. You’ll use my mental focus technique to teach her her proper place.”

My pussy tingled at the words “proper place.” I’d experienced so much pleasure learning my proper place on my knees before the Professor. If I’d still been the superheroine Sable, I would have protected Thora from a man who would completely dominate her. If I’d still been Yvonne Yates, Thora’s friend, I would have warned her that she was in danger.

As it was, I lowered my eyes and said, “I obey Professor Patriarchy.”

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When I returned to our dorm room that evening, Thora was hunched over her laptop, typing up a paper. She was already dressed for bed in an oversize T-shirt and boxer shorts. She’d pulled her shoulder-length blond hair into the two tight braids she always slept in. On the wall beside her bed there hung a framed poster of the Libido League. Thora looked up at me with a big smile. “Hi, Yvonne. Getting changed for one of your dates or maybe a costume contest at a bar downtown?”

“Not tonight, Thora. I thought I’d stay in and relax tonight.”

“Sounds nice. Wish I could join you but I need to work on my paper about the cultural impact of Captain Alpha.”

As tempting as it was to relax into our friendly chatter, Professor Patriarchy had given me a mission. “I don’t want to keep you from your work, but you’re going to ruin your neck if you hold that position too long.”

“Really? I feel fine.”

Some part of me was glad that she pushed back. However, that part didn’t control my words or actions. The part of me that blissfully served Professor Patriarchy said, “You’ve been lucky, Thora. I’ve seen girls with nerve pinches from bad posture. Slide over here and let me massage your neck.”

Thora and I had never had a neck-massaging type of friendship before. Her look of surprise made me hope that she would see through my ploy. Maybe she’d contact the Libido League to report my strange behavior. Maybe Argent would burst through the window and take me in her arms and—

A moment later, Thora shrugged. “Seems weird, but I guess I needed a break anyway.”

So much for hope.

Thora shifted to the edge of the bed, her back against my belly. Taking her thin shoulders in my hands, I started to gently massage her muscles. I rubbed and squeezed her in the precise manner Professor Patriarchy had taught me would induce feelings of relaxation and agreeableness. I’d always found Thora attractive. Once upon a time, kneading her flesh in my hands would have aroused me because of the sensuality of her feminine beauty. Now, I was aroused by the prospect of using her body to please Professor Patriarchy.

After I felt her body loosening under my touch for several minutes, it was time to test it. “You’re so tense, Thora. You need to relax more. Loosening these braids will help.”

“Huh?” Thora took a few moments as my words percolated through her relaxed mind. Slowly, she placed her hand protectively over her braids. “I don’t know …”

I continued my long, gentle strokes over her neck, shoulders, and back. I could almost feel my fingertips working the doubts out of her stubborn, knotted mind. “You know you want to relax. The braids are tight. You want to be loose. Start with your braids. Loosen them.”

Thora was quiet for a long moment. I carefully matched the tempo of my strokes to her slowed breathing. Her hands trembled for a moment, then started to unweave her perfect blond braids.

As she worked to loosen her delicate plaits of hair, I glanced at the Libido League poster above Thora’s bed. The photo had been taken on the first day I had been made a full member of the League. I remembered how proud I’d felt at the team’s trust in me. Standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Captain Alpha and Doctor Q, I swore to myself I would never let them down. That I would never give Argent a reason to be disappointed in me.

Argent … my mentor … Alexis Ames … my lover … that is, former lover whom I hadn’t even texted in weeks …

I couldn’t bear that stupid, naive smile on my face in the poster. I buried my face in my hands, although I could never hide from the shame of what I’d become. I was supposed to be protecting innocents like Thora, not seducing them with my own hands. My eyes prickled with tears beneath my fingers.

My fingertips brushed my hairline. The slight pressure pushed aside the guilt and shame welling up inside me. My scalp longed for touch and drew my fingers deeper into my hair, each fingertip pressing and stroking and rubbing the exact spots on my scalp that Professor Patriarchy had taught me to touch.

The exact patterns that put me in my place.

Thora’s voice was soft and dazed. “Yvonne? … You … um … you stopped the … um … massage …”

Looking up, I smiled. Not that simpering, stuck-up, self-important smile of Sable in the poster, but the docile, grateful, fulfilled smile of a girl who knows how to serve her Master. “I’m glad you liked the neck massage, Thora. You’ll like the scalp massage even better.”

Repositioning myself, I was able to watch Thora’s face in a small mirror she had on her bedside table. Her brows were knit with effort, likely yearning to understand why she’d unwoven the braids she loved to sleep in. Even so, her features were soft, as she hadn’t roused herself from the daze of my massage. It was my duty to make sure she never would.

Sliding my fingers into her blond hair, I watched her face relax. I knew the sort of pleasure washing over her right now. The first mental focus session felt like nothing else in my life. When her eyes rolled back and she sighed, I knew I had her.

As I massaged Thora’s scalp, I whispered barely loud enough to be heard. Professor Patriarchy had taught me what to say. Had taught me how to put Thora in her place before him. How to make her understand that she belonged on her knees. It was natural. It was blissful. It was perfect. Her needs were nothing. His whims were everything.

Sometimes I would explain another way that she belonged to Professor Patriarchy—such as his right to touch her whenever and however he pleased—and Thora’s eyelids would flutter or her mouth would twitch down toward a frown. These were signs of resistance. The Professor had taught me how to deal with that as well.

“Your body is beautiful, isn’t it, Thora?” I said, putting a touch of scold into my voice.

“… yes …”

“Your body brings you pleasure, doesn’t it?”

“… yes …”

“Your pleasure is greater when you’re free of stress, isn’t it?”

“… um … yes …”

“There’s no stress when you do what you ought to, isn’t there?”

“… uh … um … yes?”

“Being touched by Professor Patriarchy is what you ought to do, isn’t it?”

Her features twitched. “… um … n-n-no …”

I pressed the spot on her scalp that smoothed away her ability to say the letter “n.” Her mouth hung open.

“Being touched by Professor Patriarchy is what you ought to do, isn’t it, Thora?” Cradling Thora’s head between my hands, I gently nodded it forward and back. Forward and back. Forward and back. Her face wore a look of confusion.

“Being touched by Professor Patriarchy is what you ought to do, isn’t it, Thora?” I kept nodding her head, the pressure points of my fingertips making her open and agreeable. Forward and back. Forward and back. The movement of her own body told her mind what to say.

“… uh … y-y-yes …?”

“Good girl,” I said, rubbing her scalp to reward her with pleasure. Her facial features melted into blissful openness.

I continued through Professor Patriarchy’s lessons. Rubbing his wisdom into her head with my fingertips was almost as good as doing it to myself. It was proof that he had filled my mind with his wisdom so that my vessel could overflow into Thora. I massaged her willpower away for hours, teaching her the same mantras of devotion that raced through my mind like a lick on the clit. Professor Patriarchy would train Thora how to feel the same way.

When I was certain that she was deep enough to follow me without my fingers in her hair, I ordered her to get her coat. Watching Thora’s dazed, dreamy expression, I could see she was quick becoming the exact opposite of the strong, confident heroines of the Libido League she had once admired. We walked out of the dorm toward the parking lot where Professor Patriarchy waited in his big Cadillac with the lights off. Once Thora got into that car, there would be no escape for her. She would become just as mindlessly devoted to the Professor as I was.

There was still a part of me knew I could stop this. With my super-powers, I could take Thora into my arms and soar into the sky. That part knew that I could rescue both of us from Professor Patriarchy without breaking a sweat.

No, that’s not quite true. It’s more like I remembered that there once had been a part of me that could have escaped, but that part had been so completely rubbed out of my personality that it was little more than a hazy memory, like a song you haven’t heard in years.

Opening the back door of the car, I helped Thora inside and slid in next to her. “Thora belongs to you now, Professor Patriarchy.”

“Good girl, Yvonne. Rub yourself to a nice little cummy while I continue Thora’s education.”

“Yes, Professor Patriarchy,” I gasped as we sped off into the night. I was finally certain I had pleased the Professor and had never been happier.

—To Be Continued…