Tests
By Razor7826 (Copyright 2008)

“But Professor Allison, wouldn’t that mean his life was futile?”

Richard paused for a moment to collect his words before responding. “Futile, Miss Henry? You could call it futile only if everything he did was useless, but that’s not even remotely the case. Hundreds of years later we’re still reading the man’s works, and he’s undoubtedly had an impact on millions of lives! Does it really matter that he was an insufferable lout that died miserable and alone?”

The young student snapped back. “What’s the point of living if you can’t save the ones you love?”

“’Save the ones you love?’, Miss Henry? While his love was alive, they made each other happy. You can’t ask more out of marriage except for happiness until death. But I digress—discussions of love are not my specialty.”

The bell rang and the field of students clamored to gather their books, notes, and bags.

“Hey, hey, hey! Class isn’t over until I say its over, the bell be damned. Read “The Vicar of Wakefield,” for Monday. All of it.”

The class erupted in a chorus of groans, interlaced with more than a few obscenities. Richard smiled as he turned to erase chalkboard.

His students filtered out until only one remained.

“I really liked your lecture today, Professor.”

Richard set down the eraser and grinned, his back turned to the student. He adjusted his tie and collar. Once he knew he was ready, he turned and responded, “Thank you, Miss Henry. I always appreciate the input of my best students.”

Her face flushed with embarrassment. “Oh, thank you for the kind words. I’m not that good, really. I just do all of my work.”

“You don’t need to be so modest, Juliana. You’re heads above your classmates, and don’t let anybody else tell you differently.”

Juliana remained seated and smirked, her face still red. “Thank you…” she muttered quietly.

“There’s been something I’ve been meaning to ask you these last few weeks.”

She sat up straight in her chair and showed off the clothed shape of her 34C breasts. “What is it, Professor?”

“Please, call me Richard.”

“Richard.”

“Good.” He flashed a slight smile before continuing, “Would you like to have dinner tonight to discuss your plans for after graduation?”

“Absolutely,” she replied. “I’d love to have dinner with you, prof...”

“Richard.”

“Right, Richard. I’d love to have dinner with you, Richard.”

Richard Allison walked around his podium towards the first row, where his prized student sat, dead center, and placed his hand on her shoulder. She flinch at the first touch, then relaxed. “Thank you, Juliana. This means a lot to me. I’ll have dinner ready at around eight o’clock. Oh, and bring along your term paper from first semester. There was a lot in there that I wanted to talk about, and it might help clarify some of the possibilities for next year.”

Juliana continued to smile as if dazed by her fortune, and she continued to sit there with a cheerful smile on her face as her professor packed up his notes and left the lecture hall. She had passed the first test flawlessly.

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Richard Allison pulled the two steaks out of the broiler just as the doorbell rang. He untied the apron, placed it across a kitchen chair, and briskly walked to the front door. He peeked out the side window to see Juliana, dressed in an unusually tight red sweater and long black skirt. Though prudent by most people’s standards, he knew it was a consciously revealing choice of attire for dinner, confirming his suspicions about her intentions.

“Come in, dinner is just about ready,” he said as he opened the door and held it for her.

She stepped in gracefully, carrying her purse with both hands in front of her, holding her back straight and her head help up high. “Thank you for inviting me over for dinner, Richard.”

“You’re welcome, Miss Henry. I’m glad you took my offer.”

He showed he the way to the dining room, where dinnerware was set for two. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to get the food off the stove.”

He returned minutes later, bringing the steaks and asparagus. “I hope you like it rare.”

“I love it,” she answered.

Richard didn’t believe her, but it was an acceptable answer. The behavior exhibited by Juliana Henry throughout her four semesters in his classes had revealed sycophantic tendencies, tendencies that would undoubtedly prove useful in the coming months. He stabbed the steak and slid it onto Juliana’s plate, then poured wine into her glass and his.

“So, Juliana, what are your plans for next year?” he asked as he took his seat.

“I’m still not sure yet, though there are a few possibilities.”

“Such as?”

“Oh, ah bunch of little things. My Aunt says she needs an assistant, but that’s in the city. However, the librarian in my hometown is retiring next year, and I think my major is more suited for that.

“You can aim higher than that, you know.”

“Stop that. I’m not as smart as you think I am.”

“You’re smart, but you lack confidence.” Richard put down his fork and knife and leaned onto the table with his elbows. “In your writings, you’ve mentioned your family. I know how hard it must be to come from a family of… you know. However, that’s no excuse to not achieve everything that you can with your life.”

“My family expects certain things from me.”

“So?”

“So, they’re important to me.”

“But are they really worth sacrificing everything for?”

“There’s nothing wrong with sacrificing part of myself to please others. I owe a lot to them.”

“But there’s so much more to see in the world. How can you tell who is worthy of your devotion without living a life of your own?” He stared directly into her eyes, still not sure if she was right and ready for what he wanted.

She didn’t answer. He had found the flaw in her philosophy and attacked it right where it was weakest. Though she said nothing of discomfort or disagreement, her silence and slight change in mannerisms signaled the success of his attack. His words, though few, would continue to do their work in the weeks and months to come.

They finished their meal in relative silence, making nothing more than mundane small talk. Once finished, he took the plates and placed them in the sink, leaving them to be cleaned later.

He returned to the dining room table to see Juliana pulling a paper from her purse. “Ah, I’m glad you remembered. Mind if you go through and read it aloud? I find that often helps in analyzing one’s own work.”

“Sure. This is one of my favorite papers that I did for your classes.” She began to read it.

“No, you don’t need to read it here. Let’s go to the living room. It’s a lot more comfortable there.” He led the way and waved pointed to the couch with his hand.

She followed and sat dead center in the couch, becoming noticeably uncomfortable as her professor sat right next to her.

At first, he paid close attention as she spoke with great care and precision, but the peaceful moment was short to last. He spared little time in making his move, first sliding his hand from his leg to hers, then sliding it up until his hand was a placed on her crotch. She continued to read from her paper as if nothing was happening, but her twisted lips betrayed her feelings.

He pressed in and rubbed harder. His advance was met with clenched thighs.

At that moment, he pounced, swinging his body across hers so that he straddled her thighs and pinned her to the couch.

“Professor Allison?” she yelled.

“Don’t worry, Juliana. I’ll take care of everything.”

Her face flushed red and her lower lip began to quiver. “I…”

“You don’t need to do anything. I’ll take care of you, always.” He leaned in and kissed her lips, and, as he slid his tongue towards hers, her token resistance faded.

Her body was his, and he took complete advantage of the situation to fully explore it. His hands caressed up and down her chest, sliding his hands up her shirt and down her skirt. Her skin was perfectly smooth, as if never exposed to sun or the hands of another. He enjoyed caressing it more than any of his previous conquests.

Something about her seemed so pure. Richard had fucked plenty of young women before, but Juliana was special. So cunning, so intelligent and pretty, yet so innocent—he had to have her.

Her pulse quickened as he continued to toy with her body, sliding one hand up to play with her nipples, the other down to her panties, all while kissing her long and forcefully. She unclenched her thighs, allowing him to force his hand in further so he could caress her through her panties. Within minutes of his working her body, she was wet.

He had expected at least some resistance, or that coaxing would be necessary, but she was more pliable than he had ever imagined. Sure, she wasn’t helping out, but that isn’t what he wanted from her. Not yet at least.

He got up from his knees and eased Juliana onto her back along the length of the couch.

“Professor Allison…” said the girl quietly.

“Hush, girl,” he replied, his voice peaceful yet commanding. “Trust me.” He unzipped his fly and lowered his pants and briefs, revealing his already engorged cock.

Juliana stared at the thing in front of her, and followed it with her eyes as Richard kneeled between her legs and rolled up her skirt. She rested there, paralyzed while her professor lifted her legs into the air and pulled off her panties, and then held each of her ankles in his hands.

He had to push hard, but his cock slid in. A gasp escaped her lips, but she took it without resistance. Her fate was in his hands.

While he was attracted to her innocence and virginity, it did not assuage his usual ferocity. He tightened his grasp around her ankles and thrust into her faster and faster, pulling her body towards him in rhythm.

“Ahh, ahhh!” she screamed.

He didn’t know if the moans were of pleasure or pain, but he didn’t care. Her body was meat to him, and he used and abused it until he dumped his sperm inside.

Juliana Henry gasped for air, her eyes staring cross-eyed at the ceiling. He collapsed onto her and gave a quick kiss to her cheek before whispering in her ear.

“Everything will be alright. I’ll take care of you, always.”

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She rushed out of the house soon after. He knew it was to clean herself; a girl like her would never be on birth control. Not yet at least. Her faith prohibited such measures but Richard knew that wouldn’t be a barrier for long.

The corruption of Juliana Henry had already begun. She had passed each of his tests with flying colors. Born and raised a sweet, intelligent Catholic girl, her downfall would come quickly. Soon, she would be his. All his, until death do them part.