—Meanwhile, Yvonne Yates slips further from her life as the superheroine Sable, and deeper into the thrall of Professor Patriarchy…

Ever since I got my superpowers, I wanted to be a superheroine full-time. My dream was to live as Sable constantly, leaving awkward, overlooked Yvonne Yates forgotten in the past. It was my partner, mentor, and lover, Alexis Ames, that convinced me of the importance of staying in touch with who I was and where I had come from. A big reason I’d returned to college was to make Alexis proud of me.

Things change so quickly! Within a few weeks of seeking out Professor Paulson’s tutoring, I had been spending less time as Sable so I could work as his assistant. Three days a week, I came to his office to help the professor in whatever way I could. I refilled his coffee and fetched him lunch. I carried books he needed from the library, dusted his many phrenology statues, and cleaned his office from top to bottom. Although I knew I could do more to help him, I was careful never to offer my opinion, or speak unless spoken to. The Professor knew what he needed and I was just lucky enough that I’m the one he chose to assist him.

“I think that just might be good enough, Miss Yates,” Professor Paulson said as he studied the gleam on his shoes that I had just polished. “Stand up and let me inspect them.”

Gathering the shoe polish and rag, I scrambled to my feet. “I’m glad you like them, Professor.”

“Feet a bit farther apart, Miss Yates,” he said in that sexy growl. I spread my legs as far as my tight miniskirt would allow. Without any panties, I could feel the whisper of cool air across my naked pussy. Professor Paulson positioned a foot between mine. Studying whatever might have been reflected in the shoe’s bright, black leather, he grunted in approval. Knowing I’d done a good job set off a little firework of joy in my belly, as though it were the most important thing in the world.

Which was weird, considering I’d only learned how to polish shoes a few days ago.

“Office hours are over, Miss Yates. Do you have plans for dinner?”

The thought of going to dinner with someone as handsome and intelligent as Professor Paulson caused my breath to catch in my throat and my pussy to moisten beneath my skirt. “Um, not really, Professor. It’s just, um, I know that socializing too closely with students can cause problems for faculty. My girlfr— er, um, my partn— no, uh, my teacher, Alexis Ames … that is, Dr. Alexis Ames. She got in some trouble for … well, she got in trouble.” I couldn’t bear to meet his gaze.

Professor Paulson smirked. “Not surprising at all. A woman like that doesn’t belong on a university faculty in the first place. Of course the authorities will seize any pretext to put her in her place. I’ve seen Miss Ames; she is stunning. She’d help the world better by finding a man to please. Like you have, Yvonne. Surely you agree?”

I couldn’t imagine Alexis not being a professor. It was like imagining Captain Alpha not being a superheroine, or the sky not being blue. But it was thrilling to hear that Professor Paulson valued how much I pleased him. “Um, I just didn’t want you to get in trouble, y’know, if someone sees us out in public.”

“No worry about that, Yvonne,” he said, reaching out to brush a strand of my hair behind my ear. As his fingers glided over my scalp, a shiver went down my spine.

I’d been practicing the Professor’s technique of focused attention by manipulating pressure points on my scalp several times a day. It took only the slightest touch to trigger my mind into a state that was open and receptive to learning its proper place. The way his finger moved behind my ear caused a profound silence to smother my mind. Devoid of thoughts, my eyes focused on his, desperate for his words to fill my mind. My jaw hung slack.

“Good girl, Yvonne. I need to finish up a few things here. Take my keys, go to my car, get in the front seat, and kneel down so no one can see you.”

I took the proffered car keys. “I obey Professor Patriarchy.”

The mid-afternoon parking lot was still quite full, making it a challenge to slip into the Professor’s classic Cadillac unseen. The car was a massive relic of the 20th century, all chrome and steel. Carefully closing the door, I knelt on the floor, resting my head on the leather passenger seat. Sneaking around added a thrill, even though I knew there was nothing to be ashamed about in spending time with the Professor. My pussy was getting warm and wet.

About twenty minutes later, the Professor came out to the car. Without a word, he placed his hand on top of my head and tapped three times. My mouth started watering. I leaned across the bench seat to unzip his fly. As he threw the powerful machine into gear, I drew his massive member into my mouth. The afternoon sunshine warmed my dark hair as I bobbed my head up and down.

The Professor’s driving had gotten rather erratic by the time he parked behind an expensive steakhouse. Clutching my head with both hands, he thrust his firm length deep down my throat. His hot, salty spunk filled my mouth. I gulped it down greedily, savoring the proof that I had done a good job pleasing the Professor.

Once I had licked his cock clean, I carefully tidied up his clothes, make sure there was not a drop of our activities anywhere. “Are we going to dinner now, Professor?”

“Yes, I’m going to dinner now, Yvonne. You need to keep up with your studies.” He pulled an huge pair of headphones from the glove box, and handed them to me.

I hesitated to take them. I had really been looking forward to having dinner with the Professor, not sitting in the car and studying. “But, Professor, I thought that—”

Two fingers tapped my forehead and the rest of my words evaporated. The Professor’s deep, rich voice filled me. “That’s your problem, Yvonne. You think too much. You need to learn.”

The headphones settled on my ears and the Professor pushed an 8-track tape into the player. His voice began explaining how lucky I was to be a woman who had found a man to serve. I learned over and over how important women were to the structure of the whole world. Without us to please men, the whole world would fall apart. Nothing I could possibly do would be more important than pleasing a man. It was my place. On and on and on the Professor’s voice lectured, his hot, savory wisdom filling my mind as thoroughly as his hot, salty seed had filled my belly.

The headphones came off. I blinked. The sun had set and it was full dark, the car’s interior lit by orange parking lot lights. How long had I been learning? “Professor, I … um?”

The Professor slid into the driver’s seat. “Slip into the back and make yourself presentable, Yvonne. I’ve got someone for you to meet.”

I clambered over the bench seat, stretching my stiff muscles. I smoothed my skirt and hoped my sticky thighs wouldn’t be too noticeable. The Professor drove to the back of the steakhouse, where the staff was just locking up. A tall, lanky guy walked toward the car. He looked to be my age, sporting a tiny batch of beard on his chin and badly-died blond hair. He wore cutoff jeans, sandals, and a faded T-shirt. The shirt had cartoon versions of several members of the Libido League, including Argent and Sable, wearing string bikinis in the colors of our superheroine costumes, our tits and asses exaggerated suggestively.

As he slid into the back seat next to me, he exuded cheap body spray. I wrinkled my nose and turned away. He reminded me of the scowling losers who signed up to be henchmen of a third-rate supervillain.

“Whoa, Prof. You weren’t kiddin’. This bitch is smokin’,” the newcomer said.

“Yvonne, this is Nick,” the Professor said, turning to watch us both from the front seat. “He’ll be joining us for the evening.”

“Hi, Nick.” I rolled my eyes. “Professor, I really thought that tonight would be—”

Fingers slid through my hair, pressing against my scalp. My mind went still, and open. The Professor’s voice was everywhere. “We’ve already had lessons about thinking, haven’t we, Yvonne?”

“Yes, Professor Patriarchy.”

“How should a good girl greet a new man she meets?”

A tingle ran from my scalp down my spine as I turned to face Nick. “Hello, Nick! My name’s Yvonne. I’m so happy to meet you.” I was happy. So very, very happy.

“Hey, Yvonne. You are one hot piece of ass.”

I hated be called a piece— The fingers shifted. I giggled. “When you’re around, my ass isn’t the only part of me getting hot, Nick.”

“Nick has a problem, Yvonne,” the Professor said. “Society doesn’t think his contributions are worth much. He’s a strapping, powerful young man and they pay him next to nothing to wash dishes. Is that the proper place for a man?”

If he never tries for anything more— A finger pressed behind my ear. “That’s terrible. Nick, I’m so sorry that happened to you. A man like you, with a manly cock, should be in a much better place. Maybe I could … I could do something to make up for the unfairness of the world?” A spark went from scalp straight to my pussy. “Maybe a blowjob would help?”

Nick smiled like a kid on Christmas, nodding wildly. The hand in my hair guided me to his lap. I worked open his pants and licked his stiff prick. Bent over with a cock in my mouth felt like the place I was born to be.

Once I’d swallowed Nick’s shaft, I felt my own hand being guided to my head. My own fingers continued pressing my scalp in time with the rhythm of my head bobbing up and down. Just like my lessons, each touch reminded me of my proper place.

I kept sucking as the Professor drove, my mind focused on nothing but the stiff shaft between my lips. Nick didn’t last long, his hot jizz spurting down my throat. My fingers didn’t let me down, and his pole was hard again by the time we reached the Professor’s bungalow.

Inside, the Professor explained how lucky a girl I was to have two perfect, manly cocks to please. I sucked them and fucked them in every position until they both passed out with huge smiles on their faces. I was smiling, too, stretching from the scalp pressure point on my left side to the the ridge at the base of my jaw on the right. I couldn’t remember having had a better night. I couldn’t remember having had another night, honestly. Finally finding your place, on your knees, will do that to you.

Ever since I tasted a stranger’s cum, I wanted to be a sexual servant full-time. Not Sable the courageous superheroine, but Yvonne the giggly cum-slut. That was the place I belonged.

—To Be Continued…