A doorbell suddenly rang, and I remembered Miles was
coming over. I had to give it to him. No student I met before had the guts to
face a professor and threaten them, let alone go through with it in the end.
I still had a towel wrapped around my hair when I opened
the door to my apartment. Miles walked inside like he owned the place.
"Don't tell me you forgot about me," he said,
looking at me quizzically. "Don't lock the door. I have two friends coming
in an hour."
"What!?" I asked, astounded by his words.
"You had no right to do that. I never agreed to have your friends watch
me."
"What does that matter? Two more guys won't make any
difference. Besides, I don't care what you agreed to. If you don't let them in,
I am going to the dean this instant."
The handsome, middle-eastern bastard knew what to say. I
needed my job more than I cared for my pride. Besides, two more guys won't make
me less of a whore.
"Fine," I said, resigned. "I won't lock
the door. You three can all jerk to me at the same time. Happy?"
He nodded, pleased with my response. "Come. Show me
your setup."
I led him into my living room, the largest room in my
apartment and sat on the couch, next to the sex toys.
"As you can see, this is where I do my thing. I have
two monitors. One for the chat and another for me."
"Looks nice. Is the camera on?"
"It is. If you look at the left monitor, you can see
it is pointing at my thighs at the moment."
"Where is the keyboard?"
"Behind you. On the chair."
"Mind if I type?"
"If you have to." I did not like where this was
going. The sneaky bastard was planning something.
"Evening, chat," I read on the right monitor.
"How are you all doing tonight? Are you all ready for something
special?"
"What the hell are you doing, Miles?" I asked
alarmed. "I did not agree to anything special. Just a regular show with
you and apparently your friends jerking in the back. Stop making me
nervous."
"Honestly. Jessica, I have no intention of sitting
behind the camera and neither do my friends. In fact, I told them they could
fuck you, and you wouldn't mind."
"What?! You did what?!" I screamed. "You
little bastard! Why would you do that?!" I could hardly contain myself. I
had no intention of fucking anyone, even if I wanted it badly, especially
people I never met.
"I also made them believe this is a role-playing
session."
"What kind of role-play?" I asked, dreading the
answer.
"Break in and robbery."
"I should have known it was something like
that," I said. "You sick bastard."
He smiled. "And they will do it in front of all
these people. Speaking of, you should give them something to talk about or they
will leave."
He was right. People on the internet were far too easily
offended these days.
I spread my thighs making sure my shaved crotch stayed
hidden. I opened the upper part of the robe, allowing my tits to move about,
removed the towel from my still damp hair and leaned forward making part of my
left nipple and areola visible.
The chat went wild, and I remembered they had no idea I
was about to get assaulted. I looked around for my keyboard, but the damned
thing was in the bastard's hands.
The worst part of this whole situation was that until
today if Miles asked me to sleep with him, I would have done it without a
second thought. He seemed kind and considerate and focused on my lecture which
I found extremely attractive.
Also, his average physical appearance was a big turn on
for me. I liked to fantasize about quiet men slowly becoming confident with me.
Letting go of whatever was holding them back and plunging into me without any
remorse.
Miles started typing something. "Tonight, DeeDee," he used my online alias, "will take part
in a role-playing session. Two masked men will soon burst through the door and
attack her. She will try to resist, but will ultimately fail. Please, do not be
alarmed, this is all an act. No matter how convincing DeeDee
may sound she is just acting."
"You fucking bastard. I won't give you the pleasure.
I will give myself willingly and passionately. How about that, you
fucker?"
He laughed loudly. "That's the spirit. You'll need
it later tonight, trust me."
Fuck me, I felt like an idiot. How could an intelligent
person such as myself fall so low in such a short time? This morning I was
controlling a classroom full of horny men, and this evening I was about to get
fucked by three men only because I was too self-centered and cocky.
I never had sex with more than one guy, and now I'll have
three. I decided not to give them the pleasure of seeing me in ecstasy.
Knowing my weak body, it will be a difficult task, but I
felt confident I would not fold underneath the pressure.
His phone made a sound. "Come to the third floor.
Apartment number thirteen. The doors aren't locked." He smiled.
"Yeah, I'll hold her for you. Don't worry."
"What are you doing?" I asked, thinking about
the two men slowly climbing the stairs.
"What does it look like?" He said as he pulled
the lower part of my pull out sofa. "This is where we will do the deed.
The camera catches everything nicely."
I heard the doors open and at least three different
voices at the same time. I got up in a panic and started walking to the sounds,
but Miles grabbed the front of my robe and tore it open, revealing my round
breasts to the world and people in chat. I instinctively tried to cover myself,
but his quick hands stopped me.
"Come here," he said as he pulled me towards
the sofa that was now serving as a bed, "and let us have our way with
you."
"There is no need to push me," I said confused.
"I told you. I'll do it willingly."
"I know you did, but it's more fun like this."
He pushed me on the bed and went after me. We fought for a moment, and I
suddenly found myself in an awkward position.
I lay on my back, stunned and confined. He sat on the bed
with my head snuggled inside his crotch, my arms safely secured in his grasp
and my legs free to trash uselessly. I had an excellent view of the lower part
of my sprawled body and the two screens.
My robe covered the greater part of my legs and crotch,
while the chest part flapped open. My soft, round breasts, spread each to one
side and trembled with sudden excitement.
The chat on the right monitor moved at unprecedented
speed. People watching were obviously out of their mind with excitement.
Suddenly the doors to the living room swung open, and
slowly five masked, muscled and quite tall, men entered.