He let go of her and she slowly got down onto her knees. “Master, I’m begging you, please take it out of me.”
“I’ll do it if you suck my cock.” Sophie looked up at him with fresh tears but did not refuse. Xavier unfastened his pants and revealed his dick, the tool he had used to ruin her life. “Come on, put it in your mouth and suck on it like a big lollipop. Or should I just leave you here to die on the floor from an intestinal blockage?”
Crying, Sophie leaned forward and let his manhood slide into her mouth. Normally, it would have taken a lot of mental preparation to do something like this, but she could now remember all the times Xavier had skull-fucked her when she was tied to the bed. This was nothing new. Her head slowly bobbed back and forth as she used her tongue to massage the muscular rod dirtying her mouth.
“That’s a good slave. You’re learning your place. But you’re going much too slow.”
Xavier grabbed her head and began violently thrusting into her mouth, skull-fucking her yet again with the head of his cock knocking against the back of her throat. Dry heaving from her irritated gag reflex, she tried to pull away, but Xavier held her still as he used her head as a fleshlight. After a few minutes, he came, emptying all of his reserves into her throat and forcing her to swallow it all. He let go of her and she immediately threw up, her body at last able to obey its gag reflex.
“That will have to do, very well.” Xavier snapped his fingers and the butt plug in Sophie vanished, making her shudder in relief. She was about to rush out and find the nearest bathroom, but he stopped her. “Hold on, look at the mess you made. You spilled all of the seed your master poured into you. You’re not leaving here until you clean it up. Go ahead, lap it up like the bitch dog you are.”
Sophie cried for a few seconds, but knowing that begging wouldn’t accomplish anything, she reluctantly lowered her head to the floor.
It was Friday morning, and Xavier was standing with Lily outside of the math building. She looked anxious and was fiddling with her skirt.
“It doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“No, it just feels weird. And… kind of wrong.”
“Well I thought that today would be a good chance for you to get accustomed to it. I can’t wait to see you in it tomorrow, I’ve been looking forward to our date all week.”
Seeing his grin, Lily’s unease waned and she gave him a small smile. “Yeah… me too.”
Checking to make sure no one would see them, Xavier leaned down and gave her a long and tender kiss, practically making the small girl melt in his arms.
“Oh, and tomorrow, I’ll have another present for you. I’ll give you a hint, it comes in a small box, it’s shiny, and it’s the kind of thing a girl like you should be able to wear and show off.”
Her face lit up as fantasies of jewelry flashed through her soul. “I can’t wait! Ok, so I’ll meet you tomorrow morning at 10:00.”
Lily then gave him a kiss and walked away. She entered the building and Xavier watched her through the small windows in the front doors. The hallway was crowded, perfect for his sadistic hunger. He snapped his fingers and an invisible bind momentarily laced around her foot. She yelped, thinking she had tripped over her own feet. She fell awkwardly, with her butt in the air, and as “luck” would have it, her skirt flipped up and revealed her ass, covered only with a black G-string. Seeing the racy underwear, everyone in the hall spontaneously erupted into taunting laughter, with Lily immediately bursting into tears and trying to cover herself up.
Walking away, an idea popped into Xavier’s head. He closed his eyes for a few moments and then opened them. On the other side of campus, Helena’s collar activated. As calm as if she had just received a text from a friend, she reached into her bag and pulled out the card, finding a new message on it.
MEET ME AT THE THIRD TRAINING ROOM AT MIDNIGHT
WEAR SOMETHING YOU CAN FIGHT IN
It took a little bit longer than usual for Sophie to fall asleep, but once Helena heard her snore, she quietly got out of bed and got dressed in her track suit. Sneaking out at night was becoming unnervingly easy for her. She left her dorm room and made her way to the gymnasium, climbing up to the second floor to the multipurpose rooms. The first two were being used to hold exercising equipment, while the next three were used for groups like the fencing club, the wrestling team, etc. Helena entered the third room and found Xavier there. He had changed out of his usual outfit and was wearing a pair of loose pants like her running uniform and a wife-beater, but no shoes. He was looking out the window, using the light of the night sky and Rome to dimly illuminate the room. Helena stopped, having forgotten how muscular he was.
Shaking aside those traitorous thoughts, she approached him and he smiled. “I bet you’ve been waiting for this since the day we met. I’m afraid I may have to break my promise about not hurting you, but don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”
Helena laughed off the tease and pulled off her shoes, not wanting to ruin the padded floor. “I’ll have you running back to daddy before I even break a sweat.”
Taking a sharp breath, she hurled herself across the room and sent her fist rocketing towards Xavier’s face. Never losing his grin, he deflected her attack, grabbed her shoulder, and sent her tumbling to the floor. Not giving up, she lashed up and wrapped her legs around his neck. Xavier wrenched his head free and then tossed her back across the floor. She stood up, facing Xavier with resolute eyes.
“Good, very good. Not only are you a natural at this, you’ve clearly been well trained. Show me more.”
Answering his challenge, she charged forward as fast as she could and jumped into forward flip, bringing her foot careening towards his head like a sledgehammer. He blocked her kick and knocked her to the side, giving her the opportunity to spin around while still on her head and try for a kick to the side. Xavier dodged the attack and she used the rotational momentum to bring down her legs to try for a sweep at his feet. Again Xavier dodged, as well as the coming punch when Helena got back to her feet. From there, she began hurling punches and kicks as fast as her body would allow, but he always blocked or deflected her attacks and countered with a few blows of his own.
Helena staggered back, feeling the bruises from his strikes already forming. He was good, really good, possibly better than the martial arts teacher at the school. Her breathing heavy, she pulled off the light sweatshirt of her running uniform, revealing the black tank top underneath. She sighed in relief, feeling her sweat evaporating on contact with the cool night air. Xavier shot her a glance, telling her that he liked what he saw. Normally this would disgust her or make her feel embarrassed, but she was too high on adrenaline and endorphins to not give a smile of confidence. She could tell just from his movements and the strength of his hits that he wasn’t using any of his powers, meaning that he was fighting her only as a human, and if he was just a human, then there was always a chance for her to win.