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From: "The Foxbat" <the_foxbat@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} RP:  The Subordinate Part 1 by Foxbat
Date: Tue, 18 Jun 2002 02:10:06 -0400
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   Subordinate Part I (Mf nc slow) By Foxbat



   Disclaimer: The characters in this story are completely fictional, and
bear no intended resemblance to characters in real life.  This story
contains graphic sex, in some cases non-consensual, and should not be read
if such stories are illegal in your state, or if you are a minor.

   Please feel free to distribute this, on the condition that the
disclaimer and author's name remain intact and unaltered.

   Feedback is welcome and appreciated: the_foxbat@hotmail.com

   Part I:

   The rather thick stack of paper which was Katie's sophomore termpaper
hit the desk with a thud.  She had been staring off into space, and the
sudden noise brought her back to reality sharply.  She looked at me with
tear filled eyes.

   "But I....  that's not the paper I turned in," she said as if she needed
to keep repeating it to herself to keep believing it.

   And, indeed, it was not the paper she had turned in.

   Katie Hale was one of the top students in my class - perhaps in the
whole university.  Bright, enthusiastic, eager, and drop dead gorgeous,
many considered her one of those magic people who had it all.  She
certainly did seem to.  But that was about to change.

   Having her in my class had been a joy in more than one way.  She was a
treat to the intellect, as well as a treat to the eyes, and I was about to
make her a treat in other ways as well.  Seeing her every day had had an
effect on me.

   I have always kept my life as a person completely separate from my life
as a professor.  I'm not the type who is sleeping with a different student
each week.  Although I am single, I've not really much missed the idea of
marriage or having a social life - my work is everything, and any girl I
had would probably have left me when she realized she couldn't compete with
the demands of classes and of running my history department.  And it was
*my* department.

   Katie was one of those people marked for success and everyone knew it.
Unfortunately, she was just a bit too successful in catching my attention.
I had already conquered my colleagues to consolidate my position in the
department and the university, and I needed a new challenge.  And Katie was
going to be it.

   It had taken quite a bit of reading and many many dumb questions in IRC
channels to learn enough to make it possible, but I got there.  Katie may
not have handed in the plagiarized paper that lay on my desk, but her
computer contained no trace of any other paper, and a detailed analysis of
ITS records would reveal that it was her ip address which accessed the
website where a paper such as this could be downloaded.  And the creation
date on the paper coincided with the visit to said website.  It was
perfect. Looking up, Katie was again staring off into space.  If I took her
paper to the University's Committee on Academic Standing, she would
probably be expelled.  Even if I only flunked the paper, her position in
the major would be ruined and the reputation among professors that would
produce would cast a pall over everything else she did.  The word of
plagarism itself, if mentioned in conjunction with her name, would probably
be sufficient to deny her access to the grad schools and positions she
would otherwise be a shoo in for.

   "Do you know why you can't explain the fact that the paper sitting here
in front of me with your name on it, which the TA told me is a plagiarized
paper handed in by you?" I asked, again snapping her back to reality.  With
her knees drawn up to her chest, she lifted her face enough to shake her
head no.

   "It's because I put it there.  And put your name on it.  And fixed the
ITS records to reflect that this paper was downloaded to your computer.  Oh
- and no trace of your real paper exists.  I removed any record of it on
your computer, and personally burned the rough draft that you had thrown in
the waste can.  To anyone else, you wrote this paper."

   She sniffled and wiped the freshest tears off her face with her sleeve
before giving me a very betrayed and asking softly "why?" "Because you are
one hot piece of ass, with a mind to match, and I want you for myself.  I
have a department, I have a national reputation - I can have almost
anything I want.  And now I want you." I leaned forward and looked at her.
"You do realize that this minor incident can easily be forgiven and
forgotten, don't you?"

   By this point, the tears had started rolling again, but I could see
Katie trying valiantly to fight them back.  "I guess," she replied, still
looking somewhat confused.

   "Good.  Good....  Its not like you have much choice anyway.  You tell
anyone about this, I ruin your life at this school, and probably your
career.  There are of course benefits to cooperating too.  The right
recommendation from me would probably guarantee you a place in the graduate
program of your choice.  And in time, you may even enjoy parts of our
relationship.

   "Let's get down to business then.  From here on out, you do whatever I
say.  I don't care if you don't want to.  I don't care if you think you
can't.  Piss me off enough, and instead of literally fucking you over, I
will figuratively fuck you over too.  Got the idea?"

   Still curled into a tight ball, Katie nodded silently.

   "You on the pill?" It never hurts to be too careful in my experience. 
Katie nodded again.  I walked around the desk, and reached down to draw her
chin up.  Her eyes met mine for a brief second, and then dropped to the
floor.

   I hooked a finger into the bra strap which was peaking out from under
her loose black top, drawing her to her feet.  With her still looking
glumly at the floor, I traced my finger down her front, between the swell
of her breasts to the bottom of her shirt.  My other hand joined the first
in slowly sliding her blouse up her torso.  She raised her arms and the
blouse drifted to the floor.  Again drawing her face to look at me, I
instructed her to take off her bra.  Starting with one strap and followed
by the other, she let the bra fall, and made no effort to cover her bare
chest.

   I reached out tentatively to touch her - she seemed so resigned to her
fate that it was almost fascinating.  She didn't flinch as my fingers
gently caressed one breast, as I walked around behind her.

   Part of what made Katie so attractive was the energy and spunk with
which she always comported herself, and that was totally absent now.  I
wanted it back - this vegetative shit wasn't the Katie that I planned to
fuck.

   In one smooth motion, I stepped forward, using my body to pin her
between me and the desk, while grabbing a handful of hair bending her over
the desk.

   My other hand reached back and whacked her hard across the ass as I
pulled up on her hair as I reached back under her skirt and ripped her
panties off in one quick yank.

   After letting go of her hair, I growled, "hold your ass open." Despite
the fact that her face was pressed to the glass surface of my desk, I could
feel her sobbing, and, with no resistance whatsoever she obediently reached
back, drawing her ass-cheeks apart.  I knelt down to inspect, and a neatly
trimmed pussy greeted my eyes.  I leaned in, and ran my finger down her
ass-crack through the bone-dry folds of her pussy.  I shrugged - a dry fuck
would hurt her more than me.  Probing again, I spat on her hole to give us
a little headstart.

   Standing up, I dropped trow, and maneuvered my now rock-hard dick up
against her.  With one hand on her ass, I reached forward and rested my
hand on her shoulder, as I firmly pushed my cock into her, inch by slow and
dry inch.  Once I was fully inside, I reached up to brush the hair back
from her face, so I could admire the beauty that was bent over the desk in
front of me and thoroughly impaled on my cock.  And beautiful she was, eyes
red from tears squeezed shut framed by her black hair and her white skin. I
dragged my dick almost out again, and began fucking her to a slow deep
rhythm, pushing myself past the resistance with each stroke.  My hand
drifted from her ass to her crotch, as I began to slowly make circular
motions rubbing her clit against my slow-and-steady dick.  Just the sight
of her face, trying so hard to deny that she was being fucked, and the feel
of her cunt around my shaft, made me feel on top of the world.  I
interrupted my slow rhythm to slam into her, bringing her out of her
peaceful reverie.  Her head snapped up, as I reached up to fondle her now
exposed breasts.  I pulled her back towards the surface of the desk by the
tits, as I began to fuck her in earnest.  Her nature had reacted to getting
fucked a bit, but she was still dry, so each stroke produced a "snock snock
snock" noise as my pelvis smacked into her buttocks and my balls bounced
off her mound.

   It didn't take much of a fuck like this to do the job, and almost before
I wanted, I found myself pulling her back onto my prong by the tits, and I
hunched forward trying to fit as much of myself inside her as I could, as I
orgasmed powerfully dumping my load inside her.  After a few seconds of
delicious glory, I exhaled, pulled out, and wiped the last dribbles off my
dick on the side of her ass.  I walked back around to my side of the desk,
removing a wet washcloth from a drawer to clean myself off.  She hadn't
moved from where I left her, bent over the desk, a dribble of warm sperm
oozing down her thigh, breath making a fog on the glass as she silently
sobbed, broken.

   That fuck had been good because of who she was - the fuck experience
itself had plenty room for improvement.  I didn't want to fuck a submissive
vegetable - I wanted some emotional investment, be it whether she fought,
or got into it more.  I stood up again, walked around and wiped her up with
the washcloth, and pulled her upright.  I could see the detachment and
defeat in her eyes.

   For the third time that day, I held her chin so she had to look me in
the eyes.

   "This is not your fault, nor did you do anything to cause this.  Take
this as one sick compliment - you are perfect enough to merit risking my
life on raping you.  I see giving up in your eyes - the Katie I know never
gives up." I reached for the clothes on the floor.  Still looking her in
the eyes as I put her back in the bra I continued, "I want to you to walk
outside of this office just as proud and confident as you walked in.  You
are going to have a golden career, secure an high mark on your paper, which
your original would have gotten anyway, since I read it before I burned it.
You are a successful girl, and you will only be more so now.

   "Take tomorrow off from your classes to pull yourself together - don't
forget what's important to you," I told her, as I re-buttoned her blouse. I
could see the resolve beginning to return - the old Katie I knew.

   I turned her towards the door, with a pat on the ass, and watched her
walk out, feeling very manly on the one hand for what I had just pulled
off, and strangely very proud of her on the other hand.



   This will definitely be continued.

   Once again, write me if you have questions, comments, suggestions, etc.
- the_foxbat@hotmail.com

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