What happens when you mix seven billion dollars parents and a girl that has the looks and body to kill any guy on sight?
Well, you get Clara, the bitchiest girl the Wilhelm Academy of Science and Social Studies had ever seen. She never cared about anyone other than herself. Her friends, all in for her money, basked her with attention and praises, hell, this girl thought she was God herself.
Discipline was never a problem for Clara because she simply could give a rat’s ass about it anyway. She was a complete shit of a student with countless of rules violation under her belt and if the academy was really honest with the record, (they wouldn’t because they might lose the millions of dollars of endowment her parents showered the academy with) the list would be longer that the constitutional rights.
Truancy, vandalism, public indecency, late for school, misappropriation of chemicals, misappropriation of school properties, theft(God only knows why she needed to steal), disrespecting educators, smoking in the academy’s vicinity…the list went on and on. In fact, one might even consider asking which rule in the handbook she hadn’t broken yet.
The administration had always turned to a blind eye when it comes to Clara. One rotten student in the proverbial basket might ruin the entire batch, but it did come with a hefty, for the lack of a better word, compensation. So why bother correcting her if her parents were still funding the school regardless.
That, however, was no longer possible when a building was almost burnt down because of a poorly extinguished cigarette Clara had smoked. Everyone knew she was the cause and everyone wanted resolution for the brat of a girl. The administration, hoping to appease the public, hacked out a deal with Clara and her parents. Clara would attend consultation sessions daily with a consultant the academy appointed. The consultant had to be hired from outside of the academy since none of the existing consultant in the academy would take Clara in.
Everything was set. As long as Clara attended the consultation, her parents wouldn’t have to suffer the embarrassment of their daughter being expelled. The academy got to keep their endowment funds too. It was a win-win situation. A heck of a deal.
And so it began, on the sunny Monday morning on the following week. Clara opened the door and walked into the consultation room. She sighed exasperatedly, making sure that the consultant inside could hear, and tossed her bag to the blood red couch on the middle of the room. She leaped over the backrest and landed onto the couch with a loud thud.
“You are late.” a woman in her early thirties said.
“Well, yeah. Traffic.” Clara lied nonchalantly.
“You are supposed to be here by nine.” the woman reminded.
“Let’s just get over with the bullshit. We all know this whole thing isn’t going to work.” Clara said as a matter-of-factly.
“What isn’t going to work?” the woman spoke slowly as she sat down on the chair opposite of the red couch.
“You. Me. Talk.” Clara cocked her eye.
“Why isn’t it going to work?” the woman said.
“Really? You need me to tell you why?” Clara rolled her eyes.
“We do have two hours to talk. Might as well start from there.” the woman shrugged as she corrected her narrow glasses.
“Well, if you must know. The last three consultants assigned to me all quit by the third day. So I will spare you your noble effort and we can sit right here, you mind your business and I mine, and we can pretend the session worked out fine in the end of the day. How’s that sound?” Clara sneered.
“It does sound tempting. But I have a reputation to uphold, Clara.” the woman retorted calmly.
“And what that reputation has to do with me?” Clara nudged her pumps out of her legs with her toes, swung her legs up to the couch and lied down for a nap. She was still suffering a hangover from last night’s clubbing.
“You see, I never fail my client before.” the woman’s voice turned cold, almost sinister.
“Well, your client is asking you to fuck off.” Clara said without any reservation, keeping an arm over her eyes to keep out the glaring light.
It wasn’t until Clara heard a familiar click of a door being locked that she stole a peak. The woman wasn’t on her chair anymore. Alarmed, Clara sat up and turned to the door. The woman, with her back against the entrance, was grinning at her.
“You are not my client.” the woman corrected.
“Oh for fuck sake, get a life bitch.” completely undeterred by the smile the woman was wearing, Clara leaned back down on the couch with a groan.
“I will expect you to call me mistress in future encounters.” the words came out were cold and commanding.
Clara had to stop herself from sniggering. Was this bitch for real? Clara would have killed herself before she would refer anyone her mistress. Let alone a stupid consultant that the academy hired. She was her own mistress. Period.
Then, a sudden chill went down her spine. The air seemed to be colder than just a second ago. The room became quiet. Too quiet, to a point that it was eerie. Something didn’t felt right and Clara sat up again. That’s when her heart raced and every hair on her skin stood up.
A glowing pair of blue eyes were glaring at her. The woman sitting on her chair was something out of a horror movie. The glow was definitely not natural and every shred of her consciousness told her that she had to leave this room right now.
But her limbs wouldn’t move. Her body remained still. It was as though her body had been locked inside a cast, completely solid and immobile. Her heart rate skyrocketed. She had never felt something like this before. Was this even possible? She tried to move again but only managed to elicit a pathetic shudder.
“What have you done to me?” Clara shouted.
“Shhhh…” the woman shushed with a finger on her lips.
Clara’s lips smacked shut and her teeth firmly clenched together. Her breath hitched as her tongue slacked and no longer could move. Her eyes turned to the woman, Clara was wide-eyed and flabbergasted.
“Now, strip.” the woman commanded.
Immediately, Clara’s hands darted to the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head without even the slightest of hesitation. Despite tears began to roll down her cheeks, her hands with the life of their own when to her back and unhooked the bra. The lacy garment fell to her lap, exposing her C-cup breasts to the cold chilly air.
Her hands went to her jeans and began fumbling with the button. She fought with everything she had in her to try and stop it, but her hands kept on going, unbuttoning and unzipping the front, and with a swift motion, both her jeans and her panties dropped to the floor.
“Emmmmmmmmm…..” Clara pleaded. She was terrified now. The woman was controlling her body and there’s nothing she could do about it. She screamed inwardly, hoping that somehow her inner desperation could release the control the woman had on her.
“Lift your legs up and spread them.” she said.
Clara’s body obeyed. Her lower limbs were lifted until her sole pressed against the soft cushion beneath. Her knees gradually parted and Clara even felt her pussy widened slightly. The woman lowered her eyes to Clara’s pussy and a wicked grin tugged her lips.
“Spread your pussy with your fingers.” the woman commanded.
Clara’s hands, shaking from the conflict in her mind, pressed against her bare pussy. Her fingers were trembling sporadically as she fought to stop the mind control. Gradually, she felt a tingle of sensation at the tip of her fingers. Then, her fingers curled ever so slightly to her own command and she suddenly felt hopeful. She kept her struggle and the trembling fingers started to move away from her pussy.
“Huh. You are stronger than you look.” the woman remarked. “Oh well.”
The woman stood up from her seat and walked to Clara. She placed one hand on the back of her neck and the other on her chin. Firmly, she tilted Clara’s head and glared right into the girl’s eyes.
“Spread your pussy now.” her voice sterner and within a fraction of second, every shred of control was out of the window. Clara’s fingers went straight to her pussy and parted those lips without so much of a blink of an eye.
The woman released Clara and stepped back to marvel at the sight. Her gaze eventually moved downwards and stopped at the spread pussy.
“Wider.” she said.
An like a puppet being pulled by her master, Clara parted her pussy wider.
“More.” the woman added.
Clara tensed and whimpered at the sharp sting on her pussy, as thought she had torn her skin. Despite the pain, her fingers never let go, keeping her pussy painfully spread and opened.
The woman, satisfied with the sight, leaned forward until her lips almost touches Clara’s. Then, she moved down, her soft lips lightly pecked on every inch of skin along the way, from her neck, to her breast, down to her stomach, before finally landing on her spread pussy.
The woman licked the soft pink flesh of Clara’s love hole. A surge of sensation flooded Clara’s mind. It felt weird. It felt wrong. Clara silently screamed. She had never been with a woman before. She had never even kissed a woman. But now…
Clara squealed. She felt the woman’s tongue slipped into her. The woman was eating her pussy and she practically spread it for her. The humiliation made Clara wanted to cower and cry. Yet another tiny part of her was enjoying it and wanted to grab the woman’s hair and pressed it against her pussy.
“You like that, don’t you.” the woman observed.
Yes. No. I don’t know. Clara thought to herself. It shouldn’t feel this good. It felt wrong. But yet, it felt invigorating. It made her feel alive, more alive than she had ever been. And she wanted more. She wanted the woman to eat her till she comes.
When the woman moved away, Clara almost begged her to come back. Almost, since she couldn’t speak. The woman stood up, her hand patted softly on her wet pink mount. Two fingers easily found refuge inside her, coaxing a tiny gasp from the girl.
“This is what you will expect if you obey me. Clara.” the woman whispered.
Clara looked into the woman’s eyes again. The blue glow was still there, cold and demanding.
“But if you disobey me…” she trailed off and turned around before sashaying back to her desk. From the desk, she picked up a small pot of cactus and returned. Clara shivered in fear at the sight of the intimidating plant. No, she’s playing her. Clara thought. She wouldn’t do it. She’s her consultant for crying out loud, not her sadist.
One hand went forth and took the pot from her.
“Put the tip on your pussy.”
Clara’s heart fell to the ground. A sharp shuddering breath escaped her lungs as her hand maneuvered the spiky decorative piece to her nether region and pressed the thick blunt tip onto her wet folds.The spike prickled on her pussy and Clara’s yelped. And then her hand stopped, holding the cactus poised at her love hole.
The woman walked around the couch and wrapped an arm around Clara’s shoulder from behind.
“I’m going to let you speak. But if you do something stupid, like screaming, I’m going to shut you up and I’m going to make you spend the rest of the one hour and forty minutes fucking that cactus.” she warned with a deadpan voice and from there Clara knew that she was not joking. This woman would really make her fuck herself with a cactus. The thought elicited more tears from the girl.
One word and Clara felt her jaw relaxed and her tongue moving again.
“Wha…what do you want?” Clara sobbed.
“I want you to obey me.” the woman nibbled her earlobe.
Did she have a choice in that? Clearly no. There’s only one answer to that question. “O-okay.” Clara stammered.
“No, Clara.” the woman shook her head lightly. “Buckle your hips.”
Clara let out a cry as she involuntarily flexed her hips forward and dozen of thorns dug deeper into the girl’s pussy.
“Okay what?” she asked.
“O-okay m-mistress.” Clara sobbed.
“Good girl. Now, relax your hips.”
Clara sucked in a breath of relief as her pussy moved away from the thorns. The woman removed her arm from her and took back her seat.
“You can put the cactus on the couch now.”
Clara waited for her body to respond and when seconds passed without so much of a jerk, she realized that she wasn’t being mind controlled anymore. Was the woman losing her mind control ability? There’s only one way to find out. Immediately, she tossed the wretched plant away and scampered off the couch. She ran as fast as she could to the door. When her hand turned the knob and was about to pull open the door, her body turned concrete at the same time she heard the word ‘stop’.
“Keep quiet.” the woman added just in time to thwart Clara’s attempt to shout for help. “Oh dear, Clara. Didn’t I just told you to obey me?”
The words washed over Clara’s naked skin like bleach. Every inch of her skin prickled.
“Lock the door and then put your hands on it.”
Unwillingly, Clara locked the door and placed her hands on it.
“Spread your legs.” another command and Clara’s body sprang into action, parting her lower limbs into a wide stance.
Clara squealed inwardly when she felt the familiar prickling of the cactus on her pussy. Her body trembled in fear as the woman glided the thorny plant along her tight crevice.
“Do you really want the cactus deep in your pussy?” She nudged the cactus deeper into Clara’s pussy.
Clara let out a muffled whimper. She wanted to shake her head, maybe even apologize for trying to escape, but the command had her stiff as a statue. And there’s not a single doubt in her mind that if the woman pushes the cactus forward, her body would remain still and her pussy would be forced to swallow it.
“Since this is your first offense, I will spare you the cactus.” the woman finally said and Clara couldn’t be more relieved. “Sit on the couch.” the woman said.
Clara’s body turned automatically and went to the couch. From the eyes of someone outside the room, it would appear that Clara was doing it willingly. That was far from the truth. She silently hoped someone would come through the door and rescue her from this…this…she didn’t even know what this woman was. Was she even human?
The woman went behind her desk and started to search her drawers. She looked at Clara for a moment, as though she was sizing Clara up, and the resumed her search.
“There.” She finally said and pulled out a thick purple rubber dildo. The woman brought the mean looking tool to Clara and told her to hold it. Clara’s body complied immediately and grabbed the thick dildo.
“Fuck yourself with it.” she commanded.
Her legs parted, her hand maneuvered the dildo until the tip was pressed against the her opening, and without any visible hesitation, Clara’s arm flexed and the dildo plunged deep into her own pussy.
Clara moaned quietly as the thickness filled and stretched her love hole to the brink to tearing. Her eyes rolled to the back at the forceful violation by her own hand. Then, as commanded, she pulled the dildo out of her pussy before slamming it back in. Out-in. Out-in. Out-in.
“Faster.” the woman amended.
And like a robot following instruction, her arm flexed faster and the dildo moved in and out of her hole at a higher rate. The woman leaned in until her lips touched Clara’s ear.
And faster she did. The dildo pumped in and out of her hole so fast, her skin was dragged out on every pull. Her hips buckled reflexively, giving more access for her hand to negotiate around, allowing better leverage to fuck herself harder and faster.
“Good girl. I will be out for a moment.” the woman planted a kissed on Clara’s sweaty forehead and then went to the door.
“Oh, and one more thing. Don’t come.” the woman gave her last command and then walked out of the door, locking it behind her.
Clara knew that the woman wasn’t in the room anymore. She had heard the door locking and the fading footsteps. The woman was no longer here. But why was her body still under her control.
She whimpered inwardly. Her pussy was drenched with her love juice and she could feel the familiar butterfly feeling in her stomach. If she didn’t stop soon, she would come. Wouldn’t she? Yet, she heard the command telling her not to come. Would her body really complied to that extend of not coming? Or was it a test? She would find out soon enough.
Her pussy soon felt the familiar build-up and began to throb. Oh God, she whimpered inwardly. Her hand didn’t seem going to stop anytime soon. Out-in. Out-in. Out-in. It was relentless.
Thirty minutes later, Clara was shaking from the torment. Her pussy did not come. The command was absolute. Her body simply couldn’t orgasm.
Fuck. She screamed inwardly as her eyes rolled back. Where the fuck was the woman? Clara asked. She wanted her back, wanted her to allow her to cum.
Finally, her hand soon tired out and the rate grew slower and slower until her hand simply limped to the side. She could feel her arm burning from the relentless motion and the ache was beginning to slip into mind. Nevertheless, she was grateful that her hand simply couldn’t follow through and the urge to come slowly die down as well.
Her relief was shortlived when her other hand grabbed hold of the dildo and resumed from where the other hand had left off. Clara jerked against the assault. Her muscle tensed, her toes curled, and her hips flexed. Her wilting orgasmic build-up was revived again and continued to sprout.
She was so edged, she didn’t even hear the woman coming back in. The woman took the seat in front of Clara and crossed her legs. A smirk on her face as she watched the girl fucked herself crazy.
“You may speak now.” the woman said.
“Oh God, please let me come. Please let me come. I want to come.” the words poured out of Clara’s throat in short gasp.
“You clearly have not learn your lesson.” the woman shook her head disappointingly.
“Please mistress.” Clara quickly added. “Please, let me come mistress.” she begged further.
“Good girl.” the woman smiled. “You may come.”
As the word hit her eardrums, Clara’s body convulsed. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched gracefully. Her legs straightened and after a long shudder, a gush of feminine nectar jettisoned out of her pussy. A loud guttural groan followed.
Clara still wasn’t out of the water yet. Her hand kept the dildo moving inside her. And soon after her first orgasm, another one ripped through and the strength was as great as the first. And then her third followed quickly.
“Mistress, please stop.” she begged.
“You are learning. Good girl. You may stop.”
Her hand let go of the dildo and the thick soppy tool slid out of her swollen pussy and dropped to the ground. Her center of gravity shifted and the girl collapsed onto the couch, heaving in exhaustion. She closed her eyes and quickly passed out.
Clara felt something covering her mouth. When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on a medical bed wearing an oxygen mask. An IV attached to her right hand, which ached badly when she tried to move.
And then a daunting face came into Clara’s view. The familiar sadistic smile hovered just a few inches from her. Clara’s skin tensed and the teeth clattered in fear.
“I think she’s awake.” the woman who made Clara fuck herself told someone.
Another face came into sight. It was a man in his forties. He expertly peeled open Clara’s eye and flashed it with a penlight.
“Where am I?” Clara asked the man.
“You are in the hospital. You fainted and your consultant brought you here.”
“Is she alright, doctor?” the woman interrupted.
“She’s fine Ms. Penrose. Just a little fever. She can be discharged before noon.” the man said.
Ms. Penrose. Clara quickly etched the name into her brain. She needed to remember her name if she was to report her.
“Well, I’m glad she’s fine.” she smiled at the doctor, it was much warmer than the ones she gave Clara. Ms. Penrose turned to Clara, her eyes glowed briefly before returning to auburn. “Why don’t you tell Dr. Hendricks here what happened to you?”
Was that a command? Or was she trying to trick her. Before Clara could answer that, her body sprang into action. She took away her mask and told the doctor that Ms. Penrose threatened to fuck her with a cactus. That it was her fault she’s in the hospital.
“What are you talking about?” the doctor took a step back and eyed the girl incredulously.
“It’s true, doctor. I forced her to fuck herself.” Ms. Penrose confessed.
The doctor shook his head. “You are kidding right?”
“It’s true. She made me do things to my own body. Call the cops.” Clara added vehemently.
“Alright. I’m not sure what’s going on. But I’m going to get the officer.” the doctor turned to the exit.
Just as the doctor was about to exit, Ms. Penrose’s eyes glowed again. “You forget the conversation.” she said.
The doctor stopped on his track. Then, he turned around with a frown. Did it worked? Clara held her breath and hoped for the best. She gripped the bedsheet tighter, ignoring the aches on her limbs.
“How silly of me. I almost forget to prescribe you your medicine.” the doctor let out a soft laugh.
Holy shit! Clara face blanched. She eyed the doctor, hoping that he was just pretending to be. When he actually pulled out his booklet and started writing down prescription that Clara knew the command worked.
“Take it to the pharmacist.” the doctor handed the piece of paper to Ms. Penrose.
“I will. Thank you doctor.”
When the doctor exited the room, Ms. Penrose turned to Clara and gave her a knowing smile.
“Where’s my parents?” Clara hissed. She felt slightly more confident than she was in the office. This was a hospital, and she knew even Ms. Penrose wouldn’t do something stupid in a place where people could just walk in.
“They are outside.” she said.
“I want to see them.”
“Of course. But I don’t need to remind what you’ve just saw, do I? I can simply erase their memories.” she leaned in closer, so close Clara could feel her body heat. “If you tell them, I will erase their memories of you. Okay?”
Clara swallowed. She thought for a bit but quickly realized that she really didn’t have a choice. If her parents lost the memories of their daughter, she might as well be living in the streets. Her parents were her sole contributor, the only two person in the world that’s keeping her alive and well fed. “Okay.” she finally muttered.
“You are forgetting something, aren’t you?” The woman asked with a stern voice.
“Okay. Mistress.” Clara corrected.
“Good. And I will see you tomorrow. Be on time or I will have to be a little creative with the cactus I have.” she chuckled and turned to the door.
“Oh, and don’t bother running away from me, Clara. Because if I have to come look for you, which I will find you, things will be very different from now. See you at nine tomorrow.” she added and then left the room.
Seconds later, Clara curled into a ball and began crying. She really was in deep trouble now.