Chapter Two: Marcus

Marcus Bingham was one of the educational science Professors of Pinewood. He had made it. With forty he had had his calling and also published several books already. He certainly had no lack of money without counting to the rich. That was not to be expected in his field of work anyway.

He was well received with his appearance and highly developed manners on many official occasions in Woodborough and Chicago. He held many speeches on conferences around the US, even was on several boards for the development of education in his State and others.

In public he was a perfect gentleman, in the class room a feared hard demanding teacher that had made more than one student cry or even quit. He loved his job because of this power and kept doing it even though he did not need to.

Had it been chance or fate that had led him today right after class into that new store at the exact right time to find exactly the girl, he was dreaming about to make his first test subject, skipping class yet again? A Sassy thing, believing she could get off easy with everything by flaunting her very appetizing assets.

Marcus was never accommodating such an attitude. Life had taught him nothing was easy, nothing was for free. You had to work for or to take what you wanted. He had worked for his position and wealth. Now he changed from that to taking what he wanted. He had had an eye on Jessica for a while now.

He had grabbed her, brought her home, and put her through a simple trust and dependence routine moving blindfolded to intensify her experience and make her more susceptible to his ways. Of course this also set the mood for the scene to unfold. It was clearly visible that it worked. He had noted her confusion but also how nipples peeked through her slightly too tight white tank top showing arousal. She was constantly gnawing her lips - something that drove him mad.

She did not know, she was taped on camera from the moment on they had entered the play room. So her own words would be, if needed, his proof of her coming and wanting to stay on her own accord. Better to be safe than sorry - his motto.

She stood there breathing hard. Her breasts were a little more than one hand full each, exactly as he liked it. Her ass was well rounded: ‘spank-able’ as he called that nice womanly form. He could smell her female scent like a sweet perfume. Despite her reputation she had an aura of innocence and naive youth about her that was very sexy and appealing to him.

But today was not the day he would have her. It was a lesson, a test. He wanted to conquer her slowly piece by piece. He wanted to see how much a more distant treatment would affect her first and how she would then follow up in the next days. He was curious and aroused. But he was a master at self-control as well.

He would test how much she wanted and needed to stay in the University. Pressure and stress made from fright were nice things to abuse. They were good tools to form someone’s mind. He would lead her down the proverbial rabbit hole starting today.

“No worries, I won’t do anything too intrusive myself - not tonight anyway,” he whispered with some irony in his deep voice into her ear. He knew very well his voice had, similar to his eyes, a huge impact on females. The rough deep growl reverberated in their minds and bodies giving them the feeling of a strong experienced male but also that of a hunting predator speaking to them. That had certain strong effects on their instinctive female nature.

These were of course cryptic words which left many doors open for now as much as for the future. That was his way to keep her attentive and guessing. He conjured up the tension of insecurity and anticipation within her on purpose.

That this was not some ordinary school test he made clear only seconds later when his big hands with rough fingers ripped her top, skirt, and slip away leaving her completely naked. It was just a fast determined touch to her shoulder, a hard grab, and then ripping the clothes down her body. They were left pooling up around her ankles on the floor.

He could see the surprise in her expression when he stripped her that sudden and unprepared. She was unable to resist. The realization of this was clearly written into her features. Additionally, there was an instant adorable blush along with the expected reaction: one hand shot down to cover her cleanly shaved crotch, the other arm curled up in front of her exposed breasts - and what breasts those were, firm, just the right size, wonderful light pink utterly hard nipples.

“Your task is, not to orgasm until I allow it and not to say ‘no’ at all,” he growled at her in the same moment heightening the effect of the physical action by revealing the nature of the task ahead of her. The feeling of her soft warm skin was lingering on his fingers so nicely.

“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered after a few seconds of shock and thought nonetheless. It showed him, her fear of failing school was keeping her fear about him and what might happen next in check. One conquered the other while her shame and curiosity expressed in her arousal framed her mind. She breathed hard which made her sides and stomach tremble so very sensually.

His ‘Dom’ hummed loudly in his mind at this sight. The need to own and possess her was overwhelming. It was the first time he had doubts, he would use her as test object for his project, but rather form her to his liking to keep her as his private girl instead.

Then the first sign of fight showed as her hand went up to remove the blindfold. It made him explode in action with an angry huff. His hands shot forward and grabbed both her wrists in an iron grip. He pushed her backwards against the cross. Leather cuffs on chains dangled from its ends. With rough determined moves, ignoring her scared yelp, he bound her wrist by wrist, ankle by ankle to the piece of furniture.

“S ... sir ... what are you doing ...?” escaped her soft sensually curved lips as she stuttered frightened and surprised. Jessica had frozen at the first touch. Her breath caught and she did not resist. Shocked she stood there trembling like the proverbial deer in head lights while the reality of the situation she was in slowly trickled into her consciousness.

He pulled the chains taut making her completely helpless, naked, open and exposed to him - his prey, caught, at his mercy. Just as he liked it. He looked at her beautiful young well formed body for a long minute silently.

“Now that can come off,” he smirked after that. Then he removed the blindfold. He wanted to see her eyes. He wanted her to see and understand her situation fully and burrow his gaze into hers. Her brown baubles were so full of fear with the arousal lurking within the gleam in their corners. Her gaze darted around looking at the room.

Oh, how he enjoyed her eyes growing wide when she realized, she was in a BDSM play room all in leather and velvet. It had whips, canes, paddles, floggers, rope, cuffs, and other toys on the walls along with very explicit erotic art. More furniture like a bench and a horse was around her.

“Please ... please let me go,” she pleaded now. She struggled in her bondage but had to realize, she could not free herself at all on her own. She was so scared now as that view told her his nature and most likely formed wild pictures of pain and hard abuse into her still vanilla mind. He nearly had to laugh. How little she knew.

Marcus could see her fear taking over. He could smell it. It made him growl pleased. She showed fight and open fear. He loved that. It was something that got him going, something he could play with, extinguish, or over power.

He just stepped back and crossed his arms in front of his chest. His eyes taking in her appetizing, in its helplessness utterly beautiful female wiggling and trembling form for some long minutes again. This time she was aware of where he looked but could not prevent it. She was utterly helpless in stunned silence.

She was caught in fear, but also betrayed by her deep inner core showing arousal with wet lips between her legs and hard nipples pointed at him. Her female subconscious self was enjoying this, was already surrendering. Such a beautiful sight how modern morals and the layers of civilization slowly fell prey to true instinctive nature. She was desirable, beautiful, purely female in his eyes.

His spine tingled and he inhaled deeply at this sight. His hands clenched to fists leaving knuckles white. Did she know what effect she had on his inner ‘Dom’ as he called his primal dominant nature and his mind of the hunter? Most likely not. Was it needed she knew? Definitely not.

She fought the chains to no avail which looked so adorable. She wiggled and breathed so hard. When he spoke though, she stopped instantly. It was, like she was drawn in to his voice like a moth to the flame. And that was what he wanted to become: the flame that attracted her. The dripping wax of domination would fixate her to himself.

“Are you sure you want to go and fail by that?” he brought their deal and the pressure he had on her back to her frightened confused mind. He stepped closer and one hand took her chin making her gaze meet his. Her answer was important. Did he have enough hold over her?

“Or do you rather want to stay?” he did not even let her speak after all before he continued. Her eyes had answered his question more loudly and clearly than any word could have. His hand ran downwards, only fingertips brushing soft warm skin that was slowly coated by small pearls of sweat. It moved from her chin over the throat down over her breasts and tummy to her pussy opening her folds softly. She sucked in air and trembled.

Her warm wet sensitive folds felt so good to him. Of course the touch had an effect on her as well. He could feel her tightening up with a soft moan. He touched but did not intrude. It was no wonder, she was over sensitive in this chaos of emotion ranging from fright over confusion and pressure to arousal. He was captivated by how her body betrayed her so visibly.

Her eyes and expression were forming a message to him he liked so very much: surrender. By now she wanted to stay for more than the initial reason. She wanted his touch in this moment. That much was clear. But he had something in store for her that would deny her that while making her long for more. It would give her the first taste of being controlled intimately.

“Good. To pass this test you will orgasm. But only in the moment I allow it. Do it too early or too late and you fail,” smirking he laid out the rules of the ‘test’ to her while his hands roamed her soft warm skin. He grinned and emphasized this power over her and how helpless and open she was in his hands by pushing two fingers into her young tight wet pussy deeply.

She moaned once loudly and her body tensed again, her back arched. She clenched up so tightly that he barely could move his fingers for a moment. She was dripping wet.

“I see. A wet needy slut,” he chuckled. He pulled out of her hot tunnel. To humiliate and to show her how aroused she truly was, he smeared the juices into her face and hair. He was sure, she had never been treated that way.

“I am ‘not’ a slut!” she spat her infuriated answer at him. Her face showed her anger, but the brown eyes her arousal. Her words and anger instantly confirming this was new to her. It made him hungry: to form a beginner had its own sweet taste.

The words made him laugh amused. She had fight in her. Damn, that was exactly what he was looking for. It would make conquering and breaking her in to his needs so much more enjoyable. And that was, what he planned to do.

“Please ... don’t ...,” she gasped with trembling lips in a voice which tone said the opposite of what the words meant. She had to helplessly watch as he collected a rabbit vibe on a fucking machine and positioned it between her legs. She stared at it, obviously needing a minute to understand the function of the contraption. Her eyes widened when she did and she stared at him. So adorable, he thought.

Her desperate plea was ignored which showed her, this would happen no matter what. It made his power over her so blatantly obvious. It was a symbol of who was in charge here and who had to follow. He growled hungrily when the dildo slipped into her eager pussy easily. She was so ready for it.

“Oh god ...,” she now moaned her hips not evading but slightly circling on the intruder. The hard dildo filled her up and its vibrations would instantly do their work combined with her humiliation to have to do this in front of him. He could see how her mind let go and her body and instincts took over.

Marcus grinned when he showed her the small remote controlling the devices. Her eyes were nailed to it. And then he let her see how he pressed the button that started the vibration as well as the up and down movement of the contraption. She instantly moaned out loud again. Her eyes closed.

“Are you a slut?” he asked her with a rough laugh and turned the vibrations up a notch. The thrusting of the toy increased in strength. He played her body like an instrument. The rabbit vibe would stimulate her clit and her insides while she was toy-fucked in front of his eyes. His gaze licked over her body and took in her beautiful fight between fear and lust.

She was tensed in the chains, her body was shaking, her breath hard. More moans escaped her lips. Her eyes turned into that shaded glassy state of arousal. Female beauty at his mercy. This power was what got him going. It was what he needed.

He felt his cock stir and harden in his pants, but this was not the time for that. This was about her learning something about herself. It was about tearing down her defenses towards him, to make her feel and accept his power over her.

He enjoyed her lustful pants and moans, her desirable body in beautiful agony, the wet lewd sound the dildo made moving inside her, the female scent of arousal enveloping them both. He could see her surrendering more and more physically but also mentally.

“Yes! Yes ... I am ... a slut!” she moaned out loudly after a while. She bit her lips. Her toes curled in. Her hands clenched. Oh, she blushed when she shouted it out as she realized, she was speaking the truth in this moment. More walls were tumbling down inside her.

He played with the remote turning the vibrations up and down, played with the strength and speed of the thrusts as if it was him fucking her - only by proxy as if she had not earned the real thing yet - and she knew that, she felt it.

It was so visible in her display. He humiliated her verbally, no, made herself do it while she was at his mercy not even worth his own attention but only prey to toys. He was hoping, this would burrow into her mind, spark curiosity, and make her opening up to his next steps in the future. It was designed to create desire.

“Please, Sir. Have mercy on your slut. Please allow me to orgasm,” she moaned so sweet, so sensual after ten long minutes. She was close and fighting her orgasm that was forcefully built up inside her. But she was still remembering the rules he had set.

There was that moment he was looking for in her eyes and body language. Complete surrender to his power, his rules, and his test expressed verbally in a submissive highly aroused plea. His cock twitched. He had to hold himself back hard to not take her here and now. He stepped towards her and one hand grabbed her face as he looked into her eyes.

“Cum when I counted to zero and moan my name loudly, slut,” he commanded not leaving any doubt or room for discussion. She was in no state for either anyway. He watched her fascinated as he started to count down slowly, very slowly from ten.

Oh, how she squirmed and moaned, panted hard in sweat. Her body was shaking. The dildo was on high impaling her over and over while shaking her body with its vibrations. He could see that sweet fight displayed in her expression. Her gaze was hanging on his lips as if they were a savior promising sweet release.

“10 ... 9 ... 8 ... 7. Can you hold it still, slut?” he asked her, stopping to count. His green eyes flashed at her features. It was another show of how much she was under his control. Her muscles so tensed all over her body as she fought her orgasm.

“Please let me cum, Sir. Please count faster,” she begged, barely able to hold it, her body shaken in contortions. This was such an arousing sight. She battled her body with her mind. But sex was mostly in the mind. He knew, she would lose soon.

“6 ... 5 ... 4 ... 3,” he counted on not even one bit faster. He had an eye on her. This was so beautiful. His hair on his arms stood on end. He was bathing in his power over her. The biggest turn on for a dominant when he could so visibly demonstrate how much she was under his control and saw how wildly she fought to obey.

“Sir ... I ... I ... please!” it was her desperate cry, showing him, she was unable to hold it back much longer. But he wanted to have her fighting until it was getting impossible to hold back to make the following explosion more intense. She had to know it was him granting that orgasm - one that would shake her in her foundations.

“2 ... 1 ... Zero. Cum, slut. Cum now!” he finally barked, after counting down the last numbers faster. It was important she came on his signal. She had to combine his approval with her release to make him owning it.

“Marcus! ... Yes! ... thank you ...,” she screamed loudly as her whole body started to convulse hard. She moaned out uncontrolled. Her eyes were filled with pure bliss and nearly rolled back into her head. She was convulsing and wiggling in her bondage hard unable to control her movements at all.

Was there anything more beautiful than a female face contorted in orgasm? Not for him.

But he was not finished. He wanted to drive his point home. His finger put thrust and vibration to maximum during her release and forced her right into a second orgasm. He watched her silently until he saw her convulsions starting again long and hard.

He turned the contraption off, pulled it away from her, and opened the bondage. She dropped to the floor unable to stand. Ripples of contractions ran over her muscles, her stomach, and her legs as aftershocks made her unable to stop moaning, unable to speak a coherent sentence.

Professor Marcus stood over her and simply watched with a smile on his face. A female conquered. A female made to show her lust and beauty at his power. That was utterly satisfying for him. He did not speak, just bent down and picked her along with her clothes up into his strong arms.

She clung to him like a drowning person would to a piece of driftwood and whimpered nuzzling her face into his shoulder. She was searching and finding closeness and shelter. Finally she showed her true female nature. That was how he liked them. That was how they should be.

After a few minutes he started to carry her out through his home that was furnished in the style of the 1920ies, fine wooden floors, wooden furniture of the time everywhere. Heavy curtains on the windows and art of the early twentieth century partly paintings, partly sculptures on the walls. In contrast to that kitchen and bathroom were hyper modern glass- and poly-fiber art. But it all looked rather functional and orderly. It missed a female touch to be called homely though.

“Now, how was that test, girl?” he asked. He did not call her slut any more as he carry her holding her pressed to his chest to his car. Her warm trembling body in his arms making him hum inwardly.

“It was mind blowing, Sir.” her meek trembling voice answered. She was obviously still trying to understand what had happened.

“Good girl” he mumbled into her ear and pressed her to his chest more tightly. He had felt that gasp at these words and that soft shudder. Good, he thought. He wanted her to remember these words in connection with his closeness.

“Dress,” was all he said when he put her into the car and handed her the clothes back. He started the vehicle and drove back towards Pinewood. It was a silent drive. He would not look at her.

She obeyed. She was trapped in her mind trying to digest what just had happened. Somehow she managed to get her clothes back on during the drive.

He had nothing to say at this point either. He let her be and come to terms with herself. He drove her to the dorm and wordlessly threw her out of the car. He had not mentioned the video - it seemed unnecessary. He had been right about this girl. She was a perfect test subject.

His eyes gleamed as he drove home while plans formulated in his mind how to make her completely his, how to form her. He had two weeks until the final exams which ended the semester. Enough time to prepare her for that school break. He already knew, it would be lots of fun.

And if not? There were many girls on the campus. He would just chose another one.

His plans for his old lodge with bunker below came back to his mind in this train of thought. They were the reason, he wanted a test subject. But this week he had to find time to intensify Jessica’s need for him.