Trained to submit

“Glad to see that you could make it, Monika,” Dr. Martin drawing Monika close to him.

She felt his possessiveness, pulling her until their hips touched. He had eyed her in his class, but Monika had always been draw to Michael, not Dr. Martin, though not sure why. “I’m honored to be here.”

“And last but not least, Dr. Stone.” Michael introduced her to the final member. Dr. Stone was the senior member of the group. If it wasn’t for Michael, he would be the Chair of the Economics department. Michael tried to make this slight on him as easy as possible; after all he was an excellent instructor. So he made sure that Dr. Stone became part of the inner circle that would have the perks afforded by his willing TA’s.

Dr. Stone was the oldest professor, Monika sure that he was in his sixties and looked every bit his age. This was going to be harder than she expected. While Michael aroused her, none of the others did, except for maybe Dr. Martin. She only hoped that she was wrong on what she would have to do.

Michael brought Monika a drink, the frost on the outside of it reminding her of the ice that he used on her nipples the other night. “Thank you.”

“I hope it’s not too cold,” Michael teased her. He wished he could see her tits, to see if they grew erect at the thought of the ice on them.

Monika took a sip of it, scotch and soda. It wasn’t what she usually drank, but Michael didn’t bother asking her. “I like the cold sometimes,” Monika swiftly responded to his sexual innuendo. The evening was not what she had expected. They stood around, the men gathered around her as if she had the most profound things to say, perched on her every word as they talked over economics and the world economies. They were actually finding out how much she knew. Maybe it was just her fertile imagination that made up this ludicrous scenario.

Michael gave her the third drink, not too bad because two hours had passed, and you could not tell if they had affected her. The other professors were impressed with her, not that he didn’t think they wouldn’t be. They all knew of her knowledge, tonight was more to see how she would carry herself with others. Not with students like her, but foreign dignitaries, politicians, the movers and shakers of the world. When Michael went on one of his studies for the summer, it was part work and part socializing. It was just as important to get his ideas in front of the people that could shape the world economies. And to have a bevy of beautiful, yet intelligent, girls with him to expound his opinions only made his views more universally accepted.

Monika felt a little buzz, but was able to control it. She looked at her watch, two hours since she arrived and the men still hung onto every word she said, though they did force her to defend herself numerous times, Monika proud that she was able to do so easily. She was proud of her and by the look on Michael’s face he was also, beaming like a proud father. Or lover, she hoped.

“Let me take your jacket. It’s getting a bit warm in here.” It wasn’t a question and Monika realized immediately it also.

Dr. Stone held her glass as she took it off, noticing that all of the men eyed her breasts as she strained to pull the jacket off. It dawned on her that this was how the other night started with Michael. Were things about to change? She clenched her thighs together, hoping to smother the arousal she felt. Four older men all eyeing her differently now. She handed the jacket to Michael, who put it carefully down on the couch.

Dr. Stone handed back her drink. His hand reached up and brushed the hair from the side of her face. “You’re a very intelligent girl, Monika. And beautiful.”

She felt a shiver race through her body as his fingers touched her skin. She looked at Michael and he nodded back to her. It was more of a nod of assurance. Then she felt Dr. Martin put his hand around her waist again, this time his fingers moving as he touched her. She saw Michael stepping back, but his eyes on hers. She could see it in his eyes. He wanted her to be “accommodating.” The word suddenly stuck in her head.

Dr. Martin moved behind her, pressing up against her. He pushed Monika’s hair away from her neck, gently nibbling on her neck as he moved toward her ear. His hands encircled her waist, holding her pinned up against him, feeling his cock twitch in excitement as her firm ass rubbed against him. She didn’t try to get away from him, few of Michael’s prospective TA’s did. Not the one last night, the girl very accommodating for all four of them. Dr. Martin would see which of the two girls would be better. Sexually better.

Monika felt him kissing her neck, sending shivers through her body, no place more than her nipples, feeling them grow erect beneath her staid white blouse. He began to stick his tongue in her ear, the dampness between her thighs growing. Dr. Swenson was standing in front of her, Monika looking at his hands at they moved up almost as if they were in slow motion. She watched them move up and gently cup her breasts as if he owned her, Monika looking at Michael again for his approval. He was smiling. Dr. Swenson’s hands became more insistent, squeezing her breasts, Monika feeling her swollen nipples crushed by his hands. She never would have fathomed her professors doing this to her, but she couldn’t deny the hands that caressed her breasts or the hard cock that was pushed against her ass.

“Such great tits, Monika.” Dr. Swenson cupped his hand under her chin, tilting her head back until his face was only inches from hers. He pressed closer until his lips touched her soft, silky lips. His tongue snaked out of his mouth and forced its way between her clenched lips until he felt her surrender. His tongue slid easily inside her mouth, French kissing her.

She couldn’t believe it, but she was being kissed by a man that she wasn’t attracted to. Not only kissing her, but French kissing her, his tongue forced into her mouth. And his hand returned to her breast, kneading it like dough. And Dr. Martin’s hands had slipped down to her hips, guiding them from side to side, Monika’s ass used to masturbate his throbbing cock pressed against her. She didn’t know how far they would take this, but she knew she couldn’t do anything to stop them. Not if she wanted to be Michael’s TA. And his lover. The tongue pressed deep into her mouth, running over her gums and teeth, all the while his hand squeezed and kneaded her breasts, moving from one to the other, her nipples swelling with pleasure.

Dr. Swenson pulled away from her mouth, eager to see her tits. He looked into her eyes as his fingers adroitly began to unbutton her blouse, having lots of practice yesterday. She looked down at his fingers but made no effort to stop him. His finger traced down her cleavage as he pulled the blouse to the sides after each button was opened, a luscious set of tanned breasts tantalizingly revealed. He saw the goose bumps appear on her chest as his finger traced the deep cleavage, back up along the edge of the low-cut bra. He finally pulled the blouse from her waist, pushing it to the sides. His hands slid over her naked stomach to cup her bra-encased tits, enjoying the way her lovely flesh tried to escape out the top of her bra. He could feel the firm flesh beneath his fingertips. He kissed her again, this time her mouth opening without asking, her tongue darting out to touch his.

He was making her half naked and it felt good. Too good. Even Dr. Swenson’s kiss and Dr. Martin still nibbling on her neck and ear aroused her. And the way Michael looked at her excited her beyond expectations. She enjoyed the way he was looking at her as the men began to ravish her. Dr. Martin pulled her blouse from her shoulders, her arms pulled behind her as he pulled it down. She felt him stop, the blouse holding her arms pinned behind her. She panicked when she felt it. A sudden rush of wetness spread between her legs as she felt the helplessness of her arms being bound. She had never felt such a thing before and it scared her. She began to struggle.