This choice: "You're my sex slave. You get off on seeing me in control." • Go Back...Chapter #7Every student's fantasy come true by: RoyalJelly   "You're my sex slave!" said Melona. She was horrified to hear the words coming out of her mouth, but she couldn't stop herself from talking. "I mean, you're my willing sex slave. Nothing makes you as horny as seeing me in control, and the only thing you really care about is what gets you off. And um. Obeying me. And--" Melona started to realize the ramifications of what she was saying. "I guess acting like your old self is a distant third?"
Professor Honeydew's poise changed. She looked less like she had been drugged and more like a tiger ready to pounce. "Is that it?"
Melona racked her brain, wondering if there was anything she could do to mitigate this situation. She didn't want to risk it, though. "Yeah, I guess that's it."
Honeydew's eyes refocused and fixed on Melona. "Oh Mistress," she whispered. In two quick strides, she walked up to Melona, pressing her massive breasts into her while giving her the deepest (and only) french kiss she'd felt in her life. "You found the spell I was after?"
"Spell?"
"The personality-changing spell, Melmel. The one that you just used to turn me into your big-titty bimbo slut?" Melona took a quick gasp of breath as Honeydew grabbed her head and forced it into her immense bosom. She could feel a hand between her thighs working its way towards her admittedly-wet crotch. "That's like, so hot."
"Mmmmph. Mmmph!" shouted Melona, her voice muffled by Honeydew's monstrous breasts. She twisted her head to the side, getting enough room and air to talk again. "Let go of me!" Honeydew immediately backed off, releasing Melona. This was an improvement, Melona admitted, but now the professor's hands were busy with her own body, rather than Melona's. "And stop touching yourself!"
"Oh, you're so mean, Melmel," cooed Honeydew, clearly too aroused to be upset. "I just want one of us to cum. Is that wrong?"
Melona stared at Honeydew. The woman was all but drooling over her. "Look. Professor." She held up the paper. "What can you tell me about this spell?"
"It made you really hot."
"Other than that!" Melona's voice was a hash whisper now. She didn't want somebody coming back here and seeing Honeydew like this. Granted, it wouldn't be a total surprise, but still.
Honeydew shrugged. "It's a personality-changing spell. There's lots of 'em, but this one is like, really dangerous. More dangerous than the others."
"Why?"
"'Cuz anyone can use it, silly!" Honeydew giggled, causing Melona to wince.
"Be! Quiet!" whispered Melona. "Why does that make it dangerous?"
"Well, normally you gotta be really good at magic to use a spell like that. I'm probably the only one around here for miles who could pull off a charm like that. But now--"
"Now even someone like me can do it," said Melona, finally putting two and two together.
"Yup yup!" said Honeydew. "Now please can I touch you? Or myself? I've been a good slut for Mistress--"
Melona cut her off with a panicked gesture. "Stop talking like that!" She looked at Honeydew's look of disappointment, and then felt the heat coming from between her own legs. "At least, when we're in public. Try to act normal. If anyone knows that this is happening, they'll lock one of us up."
Honeydew visibly resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Okay, Melmel. But could you please come by later? Like, pretty please?"
Melona wondered what Honeydew's sex life was like if this was how she behaved when she had been brainwashed into submission. Images of the professor with a whip and a corset appeared in Melona's brain, and she could swear that the thought had burst a blood vessel.
"Yes, yes," said Melona, shifting uncomfortably. Honeydew wasn't the only one getting hot and bothered. "I'll see you when--  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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