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Aithne's story part 22 - Student Body


jfraser

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Aithne stood in the same spot as she had the day before, though this time she paid more attention to the room around her. If her past way of serving was not what her new Master wanted, she needed to know what was.

 

Although there was little to see that gave her a clue. It was the same as the day before – people (presumably students or teachers) came in, chose specific books or scrolls for no clear reason, then sat or stood or paced and read them. Sometimes someone would have several books on a table at once. Sometimes a group would all look at the same thing and whisper about what it said to each other. Without any context, Aithne found it difficult to stay focused, and several times caught herself following the lines on the tile with her eye again.

 

At some point between ten and eleven bell, the student (she assumed based on his age, which looked to be about two years younger than she) who had been staring at her most intently the day before entered the library. His eyes snapped right to her and she could almost feel his gaze stroll down her exposed body. She tried to distract herself as she felt something in her begin to whither. She recognized that gaze – it was the same that flared in the eyes of the men who had enjoyed Borkul’s more profitable uses of her body. She could still feel the searing pain of the glowing pokers as they were shoved up her…

 

“Master gro-Shub.”

 

Aithne refocused her attention at a different student, a reed-thin Breton with narrow eyes and a shock of pale red hair. Her Master barely glanced up. “What is it, Shool?”

 

“I was hoping you could help me with something.” Shool held out a book turned to some page. Aithne strained to read it but what she could see made no sense to her. “Soren’s Fourth Law says that magic can’t be used without at least two separate catalysts of differing types, but what this seems to say to me…”

 

The technical details of what followed perked her Master up and soon he and Shool were deep in a discussion filled with technical jargon that may as well have been a foreign language. Aithne’s mind began to wander but it snapped back with immediate precision when The Student Who Stared sidled up to the desk.

 

“Apologies, Master gro-Shub.”

 

Her Master, deep into his conversation, barely gave The Starer a glance. “I’m busy, Merks. What do you want?”

 

“Is it all right if I borrow your slave for a bit?”

 

Aithne froze as warning bells rang in her head.

 

“What?”

 

Shoop pointed at a passage in the book. “See? It can’t possibly be true if…”

 

“Master?” Merks prompted.

 

Her Master waved a hand, eyes back on the book. “Sure, fine. Just keep quiet. Look, you’re missing the point…”

 

Aithne’s heart sank as Merks turned toward her. He seemed to notice and his sly grin turned into a full-fledged smirk.

 

“You heard your Master. Come on.”

 

She cast one last desperate glance toward her Master but he was buried in the conversation and paid no attention as Merks grabbed her arm and yanked. Once off the wall, she followed in obedience to a room near the far end of the library, and this time she noticed none of the marvels the place had to offer.

 

Merks led her through the doorway and closed the door behind them, then dragged her to the center, where several blankets had been laid out. Four other students slipped through the door as Merks released her arm.

 

One of the newcomers, a plump Nord, shook his head as he stared at Aithne. “I can’t believe that worked.”

 

Merks turned his smirk at the newcomers. “I told you it would. Once you get that old Orc on a subject he knows a lot about, he doesn’t pay attention to anything else. Now, where should we begin?” He turned toward Aithne and ran a finger down the slope of her right breast, circling the areola until the nipple hardened. Aithne forced herself to stand still, though every part of her wanted to lash out or huddle away or flee or…or anything, really, except stand there and accept it.

 

But then, out of the blue, she felt something...shift. Not physically - something in herself. She looked into the eyes of these students and suddenly saw the truth - they were nothing but adult-sized children. Even Merks, though she saw that potential for cruelty, was, at this point in his life, all bravado and bluster. 

 

But she had been broken and trained by Borkul; had survived the ministerings of Sutfu. These whelps, no matter how they tried, could never match those two for cruelty and horror. 

 

She felt her fear bleed away. They could not make her cower or break from her duty to her Master. Even if he had been tricked into allowing this, he had allowed it.

 

So she stood and allowed them to paw at her body, she knelt and sucked their cocks, she lay on her back and allowed them to enter her and all the time she held them in quiet contempt.

 

Most of all, Merks, who pinched and pulled and poked and punched, trying to elicit some response that never came, and whose smirk was gone, replaced by an angry glare, by the time he emptied his spunk on her face as she knelt before him, mouth open, staring him in the eye as he finished so he would know that, while he might be the one telling her what to do, she was the one in charge.

 

When they finally left, she stood and walked casually back toward her Master’s desk, ignoring the stares from those she passed as the students’ slowly drying cum that coated her from forehead to thighs dribbled in thick rivulets along her skin and dripped sporadically to the floor. She came to the room that held her Master’s apartments and, after only a moment’s hesitation, turned the door handle and entered. He had told her she could use the toilet when she needed to without asking – now was the time to test if he really meant it. While there, she took a moment to clean off in the pool/tub. Although his rules for the toilet did not specifically include the tub, she was certain he would prefer if she did not stand in his library covered in jism. Still, she did not linger, though she dearly wanted to, but just washed and dried and headed back to the door.

 

Her master didn’t seem to notice when she resumed her place against the wall behind him and she allowed herself a secret smile, certain she had taken the first steps to learning her new place.

Edited by jfraser

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Like the believable rendition of the university like students, and the psychological dimension of what ensued. Not comments on the impeccable writing style as well. Unsure where it'll lead from there, but I guess that's a good thing. :classic_smile:

 

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and several times caught herself following the lines on the tile with her eyes again

ldyMRSUy_o.png « Very no. botm4n.gif

               You see, Mr Fraser, your subconscious is very telling you that you should cure her second eye, yes.

               I can tell, 'cause I'm an expert in people. And you are people, you see ? :classic_lightbulb:

 

               So you should very listen to me, yes. :classic_sleepy: »

 

 

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48 minutes ago, Tirloque said:

Like the believable rendition of the university like students, and the psychological dimension of what ensued. Not comments on the impeccable writing style as well. Unsure where it'll lead from there, but I guess that's a good thing. :classic_smile:

 

ldyMRSUy_o.png « Very no. botm4n.gif

               You see, Mr Fraser, your subconscious is very telling you that you should cure her second eye, yes.

               I can tell, 'cause I'm an expert in people. And you are people, you see ? :classic_lightbulb:

 

               So you should very listen to me, yes. :classic_sleepy: »

 

 

Dammit. I need to remember to run a replace for eyes on her stories. XD

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Will never complain about a story running too soon.

 Your blog entries are the first thing I check for - daily.

 

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1 hour ago, fred200 said:

Will never complain about a story running too soon.

 Your blog entries are the first thing I check for - daily.

 

in that case, i should stop playing FFXIV so much and get back to writing ;)

 

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The games we play soon fade into oblivion.

The stories we write live forever in the hearts and minds of our readers.

Just sayin'.

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