Part 10:

As expected, the exams had been a drag.

 

Lucy was well on the way to where Sarah wanted to push her. Sarah was amazed how easy the whole process has been. Getting her passwords, emptying her accounts, writing fake emails had been the most stressful but she felt her hands were still clean, as it's been coming directly from Lucy's computer. And she tried to compartmentalize everything: the tech guy that helped set up the hidden cameras and write the fake mails knew a bit too much for her liking but didn't have the full details either. Beside, he was a nerd enamored with her, willing to do everything she asked so she didn't worry on that front. Dom and Delfynn believed the cousin story, a tale as old  as time in this industry: a straight-A student making bad decisions as teenage hormones hit, doing porn supposedly as a vague gesture of rebellion against society, or her parents, but really because she got off on being looked at.

Sarah's closest friends knew a bit more about the manipulation, liking the deviant idea of it but not willing to dig in too much, aware of how dangerous Sarah could be.

The exception was Leena, who was a bit crazier and, from the moment she met Lucy, wanted to be on screen with her, enjoying her tongue buried deep between her legs. Leena's unpredictability worried Sarah a little, but so far it had aligned with her plans.

Lucy had been properly isolated. She had always been a loner, her old "friends" from high school had been for protection, not affection, and she kept her distance from her parents. People at her current school thought she was a weirdo. The only thing that resembled friendship was Sarah's group, and Lucy accepted them  because she was clueless about what true friendship was.

And her boundaries had been eroded. In fact, if Sarah stopped all her manipulations right now, there was a non-negligible chance Lucy would fail school, keep hanging with Sarah's slutty friends, get fake tits, and continue working as a camgirl for a while. But, more realistically, she would get her act together and push through, dismissing these couple months of sex work as a self exploration she did when she was younger.

It was still a victory, but not what Sarah had in mind. Thankfully, other people were interested about degrading, using and humiliating Lucy.

 

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"Yes please come in."

 

Lucy opened the door shyly. Sitting behind an imposing mahogany desk was Professor Michael Kessler, a tall, cold, man of German descent in his forties. He taught Corporate Finance and Business Ethics.

His chilling blue eyes seemed to pierce through her soul at her as she approached.

 

"Close the door behind you, Lucy."

 

The room was so big that she had to turn around and walk a few steps to push the heavy wooden door shut. It had a narrow vertical glass cutout, allowing anyone to see what was going on in his office if they pressed their faces against it.

 

"Please take a seat", he said, motioning to a big armchair. Lucy sat and, to her dismay, sank in, feeling trapped inside. She was wearing her black miniskirt today and had no choice but to pull down on it. Fortunately, her dark pantyhose helped preserve her modesty.

 

Professor Kessler didn't speak immediately. He put on glasses and looked down at a folder on his desk, flipping through a few pages with agonizing slowness. The silence in the massive office stretched until Lucy felt her chest tighten.

 

"I see you spent 2 years in a preparatory program.", he finally said, still looking down. "Your high school grades were mediocre, but your admission scores were exemplary. You worked very hard to get into this school."

 

He looked back at her.

 

"Yes.", she quickly answered, impressed by the older man.

 

 

"But, recently... How have you been Lucy?

-Uh, a bit stressed by the exams.

-Have you been adapting to the workload?

-I'm... trying.

-I see."

 

The silence lingered.

 

"Do you still want to attend this school?"

 

The bluntness of the question surprised her.

 

"Yes!", she answered, almost panicking.

 

"Well. There had been some... concerns about you.

-R-really?

-Yes. People are saying you seem unfocused, a bit out of it."

 

Because Sarah had kept the dose low, Lucy, from an external point of view, had looked more distracted and tired than drugged at school. Some other professors already noticed it and gave her some encouragements, at least until she started dressing like she was  vacationing in Italy. Most staff deemed her a lost cause at this point.

 

"Sorry." was all she could say. He let the silence drag.

 

"And how do you think you did during the last exams?

-Not... not good.

-Not good. Not good.", he repeated. "You know, if you want to succeed here, you have to focus, to dedicate yourself to your studies.

 

He got up. Stuck in the deep seat, he felt like a giant towering over her. He stepped behind her chair, where she couldn't see him.

 

"Because it has come to my attention that you were busy with other endeavors." His big hand touched the back of her seat.

 

"...ah?" she answered weakly.

 

"Well, according to some material I stumbled upon online. Let me show you.", he said, moving back behind his desk. The, he added: "Come here, Lucy."

 

She moved out of the chair, to go to the other side of his desk. He placed a large cellphone into her hand, its size made bulkier by a leather wallet case that smelled strongly of leather.

 

It took her a few seconds to register what she was looking at. It was a porn site, with a list of her nude shots. Her eyes darted across the titles. Seeing all 5 of them like that, she realized how bad it was. They all had her full name.

 

"Please read it out loud.", he said, standing behind her.

 

"L-Lucy... Lucy Dobmarsh... looks hot... removing her red dress.

-Yes. Please go on."

 

The phone was trembling in her hand so much she almost couldn't read the rest.

 

"Eight... Eighteen years old L-Lucy Dobmarsh takes off her... takes off her.... sexy lingerie... with Latina friend Adriana K.

-Very good. The next one?

-Promising... Young... Businesswoman Lucy Dobmarsh stripping in the office."

 

She stopped, on the verge of melting down. Her legs suddenly felt weak. She had to extend one arm to support her weight on the wooden desk.

 

"Is there more?" he asked, in a cold, calculating tone.

 

She swallowed her tears, straightened up from her bending position and continued, voice trembling.

 

"N-Naughty... Naughty teenage student Lucy Dobmarsh needs to seduce her professor for good grades.

-Yes, I like this one very much. Any others?"

 

Her heart sank at the implication, but she kept going.

 

"Lucy Dobmarsh... loves... loves to have her snatch licked by her busty friend. Oh my god... I never... I...

-And the last one?

-Tiny... t... teasing secretary tart... Lucy Dobmarsh works hard for..." She sniffled. "...for her boss cock.

-That's perfectly correct.", he said, taking back his phone. She was still trembling, now using both hands on his desk to keep steady. She looked at the door, where light filtered through the narrow glass panel, tempting her toward an exit she already knew she couldn't take.

 

"So, Lucy, I see you have been busy, very busy in fact. Your academic dossier tells me you are a mediocre, but hard working student, that spent two years cramming to get into our school. But the reality is different, isn't it? Apparently, as soon as you were eighteen, you decided to do porn. Not once, not twice, but SIX times over the years, and I think some of these are recents."

 

They were all recent. But there were no dates on the website, and one title said eighteen years old, meaning two years ago, since she was twenty now. She could explain one set, maybe two. Six? Six was impossible.

 

She started sobbing again and tried to justify herself. She didn't really needs too, she was an adult, fee to do whatever she wanted. But she felt small and ashamed, disgusted at how she looked in front of this respected teacher.

"I... I never wanted... I didn't want..."

 

He moved closer to her, close enough for her to feel his breath on her neck. She leaned forward, her face closer to the wood, to escape him.

 

"You understand there will be consequences, right?

-Yes.

-I can keep it secret, protect you. Would you want that?

-Y-Yes.

-But I still need to teach you. You will bend a bit more, and I will discipline you."

 

It wasn't and order, it was a fact. Lucy was already almost bending over the desk, she just got a bit lower, her tiny ass encased in the mini-skirt riding up, showing her pantyhose crotch panel.

 

A strong, warm hand pressed on Lucy's shoulder, effectively pinning her down. She didn't try to resist. She knew what was coming next.

 

"Are you ready?

-yes..." she whispered, completely defeated.

 

A loud smack and a sharp pain suddenly irradiated from her behind.

 

"Are you a slut, Lucy?

-No!"

 

Another clap, maybe even louder.

 

"Do you want to be a proper girl?

-Yes!", she answered in a raspy voice.

 

"Don't lie." he slapped her ass again.

 

"Are you a slut, Lucy?

-No!"

 

He sighed. "Why are you lying?" and gave her cheek a fourth stroke through the clothes.

 

"Are you a slut, Lucy? Don't lie this time.", he asked again. She suddenly understood what he wanted.

"Yes! Yes!"

 

"Good girl.", he said, caressing her butt. His big hand felt curiously good, it calmed her until hea reached under her skirt, ripping off her pantyhose. She squirmed on the desk, trying to kick him with her leg, but he had a stronger hold. Her skirt was pulled up, exposing her lacy panties.

 

"Do you want to be a proper girl?

-Yes!" she answered without thinking. 

 

This slap was the hardest yet, applied directly to Lucy's bottom flesh that was barely covered by her undergarment. She felt like her skin was being ripped out.

 

A shadow appeared through the glass behind the door. She thought of screaming but feared his reaction and her breath was being cut away by the edge of the desk.

 

"Let's start again. Are you a slut, Lucy?

-Yes! Yes! Please!

-Good girl."

 

His hand moved between her legs, kneading her flesh. Only then did she realize how wet she was. He fingered her through her panties for a while, letting her enjoy her reward, and removed his hand.

 

"Do you want to be a proper girl?" She knew what was the correct answer this time.

"No! No! I want to be... a slut.

-Good girl."

Moving his finger below the fabric, he touched her wet, bare flesh, making her delirious with a divine pleasure that contrasted perfectly with her hot cheek, still radiating with pain.

 

"I'll take good care of you Lucy. I'll keep your little secret and give you good grades. Do you want that?"

She moaned in response.

 

"From now on, you're my little slut, isn't it right?

-Yes!", she said. And she meant it.