0 comments/ 55540 views/ 8 favorites Zoe Ch. 01 By: naive_rose_corsette Zoe: Pt. 1 Meeting the Master Zoe was beautiful, a young slender body. Her breasts 36c, with a matching ass, filled an S shape from the side and from the front a perfect hour glass. She hid her face with black framed glasses and beautiful red hair shaped around to hide the rest. She had the most gorgeous green eyes to compliment her hair. She was born in America, but both parents were Irish, so she had a soft Irish/American accent. She never really spoke much as she was your basic cast-a-way, who dressed abnormally, and did everything she was suppose to, to have a high grade point average. In fact, to take away the distractions that could possibly interfere with her achieving college and having the job of her dream, she would force her breasts and ass down to appear flat. When she would become lonely, however; she made no effort to make these modifications, but everyone would claim she was stuffing her bra and her panties. At 18, her senior year, she finally gave up and continued her body modifications to look like "herself", at least what everyone else knew her as. Her only friend was a guy, he was 26, a car body engineer. He was also gorgeous, but unnoticed and they shared that common attribute. What she was unaware of, was that he was in love with her. Daniel Eddinburg was her best friend, with shallow blue eyes and dark hair, he stood 6'2 and she only 5'3. It was a cute match, if they'd ever make a move. She went to school and came home, and if she had any trouble on her homework she would walk over to see him and have her help him. It was 2 months before school's end and she was going to go off to the college 200 or so miles from their hometown. He tried to tell her, but it was the wrong time. She ran over to his house her face red as could be, she was frustrated and angry again. "Oh Danny! Danny answer the door! Please be home!" She knocked on the door, she knocked so hard her knuckles turned red, she brought her mouth to them sucking on the bright pink skin around her fist. Danny finally came to the door, and when he pulled it open he witnessed her doing this. "Z, what are you doing?" "Sorry! Sorry! Can I please come in?!?" She whimpered as she moved closer to him. "What's wrong, yes do come in..." He said and helped her inside as he grabbed a bag of ice and brought it to her, placing it over her hand. She hugged him tightly. "It's so frustrating I hate being alone and now my parents started fighting, again... I don't know what to do?!?" "Well... I'm not exactly sure." He told her and then thought his opportunity had arose. "Z, there's something I want to tell you." She looked up at him and eerily enough there was a knock at the door. She smiled for a moment. "Shall I get that?" She stood. "If you'd like be my guest." She took her glasses off so she could clear her eyes and left her glasses behind, she'd already taken off all modifications and put her t-shirt and play shorts on so she was flauntingly beautiful at this point. She pulled the door open and there stood a man about Danny's age. He smiled his bright white smile and spoke, "Hello dear! I'm sorry... is Dan home?" She nodded, it was one of the workers that put together the test car's at Dan's work. "DAN!" Zoe called for him. "I'm Codence Prien." He introduced as Dan walked up. "Hey what's going on?" Dan said. "The rest of the guys wanted to invite you out, man! You can bring your girlfriend to if..." Zoe interrupted as she stared at this guy. "I'm not his girlfriend, just his neighbor, and best friend." It was kind of a shoot down, for Dan, but he hadn't exactly given up in long run. "You want to go, Zoe? We normally just go play pool at the Ross Sport's Bar and they allow 18 year olds in the game rooms." "Sure sounds like fun." She answered Dan quickly. "Just... 20 minutes I've got to change." She figured the guy had already seen her normally so she wasn't going to change his view about her. She ran and grabbed her glasses as the boys came inside. "Just 20, maybe 30 minutes! I promise I'll be right back." She pushed her glasses on her face and she went to go get dressed. The guy stared at her ass as she ran outside. It seemed he was sizing her up as she turned to motion 3 as in 30 minutes. She noticed and grinned at him. She came back and she was gorgeously dressed. She wore a short black skirt that came down to about 8 inches above her knee, and a rather revealing top. Something Dan wasn't aware was in her wardrobe. She smiled at them both and looked at Dan. He was adoring her as well as Codence, was standing next to him. He walked up next to her and took her arm walking her out to the car. Dan seemed slightly aggravated, but followed none the less. Dan didn't really know this guy, only from work. He didn't know if he was going to try to convince Zoe to sleep with him. What he was actually capable of, was much worse. They hung out at the bar till about 9 when Zoe disappeared with Codence to be taken home. She trusted him after only knowing him this one day? They both flirted all night and Codence was pretty sure he'd get laid, but instead Zoe ran inside and into her room. She forgot to shut the blinds as she took off her clothes and back into her sleeping wear. Codence stayed just to watch her through the window with a growing hard-on. He went back to the bar and met up with Dan. "She's safe at home." He reassured Dan. "Thanks, man." Dan continued his game. "She's some hot stuff for real man! You should have gotten with her by now as long as you've known each other," Code remarked. "Yea OK, let's not talk about it right now, god damn it... She's not your type so don't fucking try." Dan snapped for once. "Fuck off, dude find a ride I'm going home now." Code was pissed off and left. Dan got a ride home with a different coworker. He contemplated how he'd try to tell her, but things didn't seem to fit in his head after the display. She came over the next day. "Hey Dan, I'm sorry I know I acted funny last night." She smiled. "Code is coming over this afternoon and we're going to docks tonight. It's going to be so great." Dan snapped again, "Look he'll probably just take your virginity and fucking leave you, why do you wanna even try that shit?!?" She seemed appalled. "Fine, whatever... fucking see if I care whether you fucking die anymore or not," She turned and he said. "NO WAIT! I just love you OK, Z!" She turned back to him her mouth dropped. "Wh...What? No whatever, you're just trying to make up some kind of bullshit to protect me. I'm going out on this date and your not stopping me." She left, and that night did exactly what she said she would do. Codence picked her up, took her out to the docks. He took her to a quiet area where there wasn't many others around them and spoke sweet nothings in her ear. "You're so beautiful Zoe. You deserve to have more than constant stress of school. Let me take you away for the summer." She was flustered and flattered. He seemed sweet to her. She shook her head yes, but she would soon regret that. He thought he had convinced her that things would be OK if he were to touch her so he did. He grabbed her ass, but she didn't seem to appreciate that. "What are you doing?" She looked at him. "Just touching my girl."He tells her. "I haven't agreed to dating yet." She pulled away from him holding her. "But we're on a date." He instructed in a more forceful voice. She looked at him for a couple minutes, and finally he realized she wouldn't be wooed into becoming his toy, he had to take it. He grabbed her face kissing her as she backed into a corner trying to push him off. She finally succeeded only to receive a hand print across her face as she was smacked. He turned her and pressed his raging hard-on into her ass. "Fucking take it, you little bitch!" He started to grind her over the rail as he pulled out some wire. He turned her and grabbed her pussy which against her cries and pleas to have him stop was moist and accepting. "See this is what you really are and you know it! You're my submissive little bitch! You only need training don't you, you little cunt?" Her pussy moistened further in his hands as he brought his hand across her face. "FUCKING ANSWER ME!" He boomed. She only cried and tried to fight more as her face was red and tear drained. "You will refer to me as master in every reply NOW FUCKING ANSWER ME! Or I will fuck you here and stain the concrete with your virginal blood!" She cried, "NO MASTER!" He slapped her continuously for defying him. "Say yes or I swear you'll be brought more pain than you've ever imagined!" She cried out "Yes master!" He smiled. "Good, now let's take you home to meet you're sisters and brother!" He turned her around quickly as he dry humped her ass a bit. "See you enjoy this." He tied her wrists with the wire which cut every time she tried to get free. By the time they'd gotten to his home her wrists were extremely bloody and dripped as she was taken out of the car he turned her around and showed her the blood. "DID YOU DO THAT?!?" She whimpered as he pulled her skirt up and ripped her panties off. "I'll do it right here unless you tell me!" "YES MASTER" She cried as he threw her face into the seat. "Lap that blood up and come on" She did as she was told crying. She'd worn contacts so her eyes were getting really dry at this point and her tears were beginning to well up and slowly drip. He grabbed her up and slammed her against the side of the car as he closed and locked the doors. He took her inside as he witnessed a line of his submissive slaves kneeling, the rest finishing their chores. "Take her and clean her up,. lock her in a cell in the basement I'll get to her tomorrow." He said as he walked up to one of them and threw her at her new "brother". He started to finger the slave he'd gone to and she moaned at his attacks. She was soon giving him a blow job at his protests to do so before Zoe was taken down to a cage and locked up her wrists tied to a wall her close tattered and bloody as well as her face bruised and tears still dampened her cheeks randomly. She had met her new master... (To be continued...) Zoe Ch. 01 -Prologue- He could see the white triangle of her knickers peering through her thin black tights as he spoke to the swathe of eyes before him. He quickly looked away to regain his composure, being sure to make eye contact with various young men and women in the group to ensure he kept their focus and engagement on the lecture. The lecture hall had bare white walls topped with a grey ceiling that mirrored the gentle rake of the room, the only blemish on it was single black pole used to affix a powerful projector. The hall could comfortably accommodate sixty delegates but only about thirty-five were present today. A row of tables positioned at the bottom of the auditorium forces the front row of attendees slightly up the slope and thus just below eye level of the orator on the little stage at the front. The lack of windows and the heat of the day outside provided a humid atmosphere, to the point where a thin layer of moisture could be seen on the brows of those sat a mere twelve feet , from the canvas used to display the projectors image. Of course as his speech went on his eyes drifted to the eyes of the girl with the alluring white triangle. As eye contact was made the image he saw a moment earlier flashed in front of his eyes and he thought he saw a whisper of a smile on the young woman's face, as her bright brown eyes flashed up at him framed with long black lashes. Zoe was 19 years old with dyed blonde hair that neatly fell above her shoulders. Her skin was pale white but her cheeks were blushed with a reddish hue from her make-up. Zoe possessed girlish features, very short standing at just 4' 10" when fully erect, and so she appeared even smaller now in her current posture lent back in the red office chair with her shoeless feet tucked into her bum with her knees pulled close to her chest. It was of course this position which afforded Leo his paradisical glances at the young girl's hidden sex, veiled between two layers of fabric so thin that a cool breeze would surely cause her to jump. Leo carried on his lecture with an energetic fervour which reflected his passion to succeed in his new role, he impressed himself with his ability to think cognitively with the young blonde almost crudely on display to him. He fielded questions from the audience, some inane, some insightful and held himself together until Zoe asked a question. It was nothing challenging, just a routine query about assessment formats but as he formulated the words to answer her she stared into him never taking her eyes of his. Only the infrequent blinking gave him any rest bite from it. His eyes glanced down again; he used a pause, as if thinking, to give himself time to drink in the sight. Her hands had now moved to her ankles pressed close together as if to draw attention to her exposed white gusset and her chair gently yet playfully rocked ever so slightly side to side. An almost indistinguishable smile across her lips. Realising he had probably let his concupiscent eyes linger too long he looked up to her eyes and answered her question. "Thanks." She said in a high tone of voice which screamed innocence in his ears but her eyes did not relent in their probing of him. She tilted her head slightly, physically expressing her satisfaction in his answer and an end in her questioning. This motion however filled his mind with lust and with a crystal clear image of sin. The room empty but the two of them. She sat in the same chair but instead of a mere white triangle, her legs, still bent at the knees spread apart, her tights ripped and his seed trickling over her white gusset. The moisture on her right thigh caused by his release shines in the fluorescent lighting from above, her young brown eyes fixed on his, her face trembling. -Office Hour- Before a plain oak effect desk Leo Cook is writing out feedback for one of his students. It is a poor effort and Leo is trying hard to find points of praise to balance his criticisms so as to not totally destroy the girls already fragile confidence. "Well Natalie Harper, this course doesn't get easier so you need to up your game." He says aloud to himself. It's like she gave up on doing well before she started writing the paper. He finishes his notes using a silver pen with his initials scratched into the barrel. His office is modest, being new to the University staff, his shelves lined with text books and journals seem drab. The floor is littered with disorganised boxes of books and papers, a job he has put off since his arrival. Poking out of one of the boxes is a copy of Doing it, a book he enjoyed as a teenager. How it ended up amongst his academic works is unknown even to him. The front cover is a young skinny girl with her underwear being seductively pulled from just above her slightly bowed knees. The panties feature a thin purple trim; pencil line images etched on to the rear of the briefs convey a cornucopia of youthful rebellion as they linger at a twenty five degree angle. Her left thumb gently tucked inside the waistband whilst the right side is wrapped tightly around her index finger. He leans back in his chair with a sigh, the creaks of the seat breaking the prominence of the sound of the ticking wall clock. He glances at it and states aloud "Ten to two, ten minutes," indicating the amount of time before his office hour begins. His mind wonders of the past two months at the London School of Business; he lets out a slight embarrassed chuckle about his first week in the job where he got hopelessly lost in the warren like corridors of the old building. He was late four times in his first week. Luckily his impassioned and well informed lectures provided a saving grace. The school building itself, a six story block of grey and glass centered around the pollution and filth of central London didn't seem overly appealing to him at first. Hardly the place to harbor the finest young minds in finance! He thought. Almost right away though, he was blown away by the staff, students and facilities the premises had to offer and he soon befriended his co-workers. His amenable yet self-assured conversation endeared him to his new found colleagues who enjoyed having a new face to engage with. Two of the university staff shared his enthusiasm for the development of his field and the three of them would take lunch together away from the other lecturers. Leo felt he could form a friendship with Damien and Mary. It wasn't that he didn't get along with the other employees of the school but more that he felt they would eventually find his incessant exuberance wearisome after more than a short chat over a morning brew. The first morning he spent with Damien and Mary was a few days after his start. His first lectures and seminars had gone well, so he was very pleased when they asked him to join them for a coffee in the old buildings refectory. He noted a raised eyebrow from a young professor of economics, the eyebrow wondering why in the two years he had worked there he had not been invited to the cosy conversational meets. It felt like a privilege to Leo for you could tell they had discerning tastes of character. They remained friendly to all who worked there but kept a distant and strictly professional relationship between them. Betwixt Mary and Damien though you could tell there was an intense bond of friendship, the kind forged between people who have a unique shared experience. This relationship was not demonstrated through touch or some kind of inability to be separated (in fact they were quite independent of one another), but in the way they always ended up at the same conclusion in any debate. They always stood in unison and when their eyes met, you could tell some unspoken dialogue ran between them. Leo suspected that they shared intimate moments in the night or at least they had had done at some point . "Hey Leo!" Damien chirped up, "Fancy joining Mary and me for coffee this morning?" "You've got no class today at 11," Mary added correctly their eyes upon them with matching friendly and expecting smiles. "Love to," Leo responded with a beaming smile. The refectory was a long corridor like space with a typical canteen running down its right side, to the left was a sheet glass wall looking out into the hustle of London's financial district. The ceiling about 14 feet high paired with the large glass wall gave the room an open quality despite its thin rectangular nature. He joined Mary and Damien at a table alongside the transparent barrier to the cold outside, the winter morning sun beams shone across Mary's face lighting up her brunette hair, long and intertwined with red highlights giving her an intimidating yet simple beauty. She had tanned skin, across her face and neck were few blemishes bar some pale freckles on her cheeks. She wore a white blouse with a loose collar displaying a generous amount of her nape. Mary smiled slightly mischievously at him as he crossed the cold tiled floor and sat down opposite her, meanwhile Damien looked on calmly. He looked the epitome of financial muscle in an all black suit complete with black shirt and tie, the tie containing the only colour in his outfit, a thin vertical red stripe which ran about 4 centimeters from its tip. "Took your fucking time Leo," Damien jested as he sat, "Lost again?" "Yep! Absolute nightmare," Leo admitted. "Worse for your students, poor little cunts sat staring at a blank wall waiting for you to show up!" Damien retorted with a laugh. Mary's gentle smile reassuring Leo that Damien's words are meant purely in jest. "Better than hearing me ramble on about the joys of profit loss ratios I suppose," Leo said joining in. Soon they were all talking and enjoying themselves, Leo learning that Damien possessed no fear of appearing coarse and Mary acted as a perfect foil to balance his warped assertions about life at the university. Leo felt he had done well to secure their friendship, no doubt a massive perk to his new job. As he stared at the imperfections in the plaster of the plain white walls, counting down the last few minutes before his office hour his mind wandered to something far less plain, Zoe. He thinks of her often now, since the day almost two months ago where she exposed her underwear in his seminar on advanced marketing strategies. Every time he thinks on her his emotions are mixed; lust with a pang of guilt at the top of his gut thrown into his cerebrum She's a young girl who has unwittingly sat in an unbecoming position, and here I am using her to fuel fantasies! Leo thought. Recently Leo has often imagined her late at night before sleeping in his empty flat in Soho. Having only moved to London a few months ago and being very busy being sure to excel in his lecturer position, he is yet to buy much more than the most basic furnishings. His flat is coated with hard wood floor boards throughout, with a varnish that appears very orange from the single lamp that he uses to illuminate his bedroom. His bed, placed centrally is high framed and forged with iron bedposts that form a spiral at their tip. The iron head board is imposing, its cold black appearance dominates the room and its smaller cousin at the bed's foot casts the shadows of prison bars across the empty space in his room. The bed was not Leo's purchase but came with the flat, the previous owners saying it was too heavy and cumbersome to move to their new home. As he closes his eyes and tries to slumber he imagines Zoe in the empty space at the foot of the bed, a thin layer of cool sweat slicks her pert modest cleavage that is displayed in a black strapped top which clings tightly to her skin. The light that probes between the bars from his lamp illuminates her unevenly as her knees press painfully into the floorboards like a carpet of fire. The white orbs of her skinny knees are crowned by her short black skirt that has risen up just enough for him to see a hint of white from where he lays on his bed, behind the bars. Her arms hang limply by her sides, the back of her hands resting uncomfortably on the floor, her breathing shallow yet visible as the heat from her lungs meets the coolness of the Soho apartment and her breath leaves a moisture across her pink lips, untainted with make-up. He approaches her filled with lust, as if drawn in by a force one might equate to that of a sinner's fall from the gates of St Peter toward a pit of evil, terrified with what awaits but as a sinner; curious and excited. His movement to the standing position is mirrored by the position of her face looking up at him, her eyes locked on his, as he ejaculates on her virginal soft lips that adorn her pretty face. She never touches him in these fantasies, Leo hasn't worked out if she's complicit in the dreams yet, maybe in time she'll reach out and take his hard cock on her tongue. As his office hour starts no eager fingers wrap his door, he hoped that Natalie would arrive so he could provide some kind of guidance sooner rather than later, it simply wouldn't do to have anyone fail in his first year he thought. To pass the time usefully Leo turns to the last of his papers to mark, it is written in a plain black font unfamiliar to his eyes. The characters are harsh and tall, the tone authoritative to the point of arrogance. The content is excellent, displaying knowledge far beyond that of what a first year student is expected, referencing texts and theories not yet covered in the material. This piece of work, an undergraduate paper of the highest order has been turned in by none other than Zoe. Whilst he adorns Zoe's work with comments dripping in superlatives he reflects on how the standard and tone of this work belies the appearance of the petite young blonde who always sits, keenly engaged at the front of his class. "Shit. She needn't bother turning up for the rest of the year, I certainly hope she does though!" he chuckles to himself. He can't help compare this to the weakness of Natalie's; they sit next to each other in class, yet worlds apart in talent. Leo is slightly startled by a timid singular knock on is solid wood door that he had left ajar to welcome in any students with questions or concerns. Sliding Zoe's paper under a stack of other work, somehow fearing the effect it could have on another student's mind he calls out invitingly "Come in." The door slowly ekes inward towards him and gingerly Natalie walks into the room. She wears an olive pleated skirt, thigh length with a semi-transparent look to it; beneath it there must be another slip to conceal Natalie's modesty. The skirt is covered in pale pink roses with short stems to compliment her white knit jumper and dirty sandals with thick pink straps. Natalie displays a full figure, the thick pink thighs on display representative of her physique, her face, tanned and pretty. Deep green eyes that looked tired and sore as if recently teary and generous lips. There is no make-up painted on her face as usual and her hair gives off the impression that it was given the briefest of preparations as she hurried out the door this morning. Leo holds out an open palm motioning her to the chair beside his, without making eye contact she sits herself down, her legs pressed together and the loose interlocking fingers hold her hands as one resting just above the knee. "How are you?" He asks sincerely "Er, I'm OK, thank you," She replies quietly. He notes that while she speaks her eyes never venture to his face, as if there is something of great interest on his plain black t-shirt. He knows full well why she is here but decides to feign naivety. He asks cheerily "How can I help?" Whilst he waits patiently for the nervous girl to respond he is surprised that Natalie, unlike her peers, is not doused in some expensive perfume but in fact fills his nostrils with the smell of sweat twinned with some other acrid scent. Natalie is the embodiment of the piteous little girl not destined for life atop the financial powerhouses which she is now swimming, nay drowning in. "I was hoping you could tell me how I did in the last assignment? I worked really hard I didn't want to wait until class later to find out how I did," she probed with a slight smile. Leo did pity her and as her teacher and mentor felt compelled to help as much as he could but at the same time he couldn't help despising her a little, her meek and desperate state so outshone by her fellow students. Carefully, he dissected her work with her in detail pointing out the few highlights interspersed with the serious inadequacies. She was tearful yet attentive. Drawing a small pink notepad from a white canvas bag that she had placed at her feet when she had sat, she gratefully took notes. She copied down all the names of additional material Leo gave her to look at. Leo demonstrated incredible patience as Natalie struggled to comprehend the simplest of spoon-fed information he provided her with. After a considerable amount of time had past (long beyond his allotted office hour) he felt he could do no more with her for now and she wept with thanks for Leo and his efforts. This last act of weakness and ill self-control paired with her off-putting scent made the resentment rise in him again. He pictured bringing that same palm that had welcomed her but an hour ago, with a fierce slicing of the air crashing into her pretty wet cheek and screaming. "Get a fucking grip! You dirty little girl!" Clearing the guilty and violent image from his mind with a slight shudder and rattle of his head he tried one more supportive line of questioning before abandoning her to a no doubt futile attempt of self-sufficiency, "Do you have anyone who can support you with this outside of school?" Her tears stopped and she wiped them on her off-white sleeve already wet from drying her nose and face throughout the last hour. The loud tic of the silver wall clock the only noise as the girl paused trying to compose herself. She grew very tense and her fingers trembled as she nervously fiddled with the hem of her dress resting on her pink thighs. "Well," she said finally, "I have already had some help, although I think they're going to be a bit disappointed in me when they see this mark," gesturing toward the below par effort laying across the desk covered with Leo's annotations . "Come now I doubt that, It's great you have someone helping you, do you have a family member supporting you?" Leo said with a hopeful smile. "No, Zoe from class has been helping me." She said more confidently and for the first time Natalie's eyes flickered up at him as if recognising a weakness, before flitting back down to their usual resting place on his chest. Leo's head began a carousel; he sat silently. He was rocked by someone else bringing her image in to his office other than him. After a second had passed he regained himself and nodded in faux approval of Zoe's apparent kindness. "Great," he muttered, "Don't worry I'm sure she won't be too hard on you" with a chuckle. She reciprocated his kind laugh before preparing to leave, placing her notepad and dissected assignment in her shoulder bag. She gave a nod causing her messy brown hair to rock forward and back delicately and stood to leave raising her back on to her shoulder. The action caused her loose jumper to fall into an off the shoulder fashion on one side. She progressed towards the door and as Leo absorbed the girl from the back he observed a harsh purple bruise peeking out like an little ugly monster. "Natalie." Leo said firmly, his authority now recovered. She froze on the spot, her downcast face turned slowly to meet his gaze... "See you in class later." She nods as before, and exits quickly. The clear glass doors of the entrance to the university slide open in front of Leo letting the cold air rush onto his face and attempt to clear his thoughts. He walks thirty or so yards from the gate and leans against a short brick wall. Pulling a cigarette from his trouser pocket and lighting it. Zoe Ch. 01 Fucking hell, what the fuck? An hour whereby he is supposed to give out information to his students to help clear their heads has instead been filled with an intake of information of his own which leaves him slightly dizzy. How could Zoe let Natalie turn in a piece of shit like that? Why did she get to me like that? Why is she such a wreck? What was that mark on her back? Guilt prevailed in him with each inhalation of his cigarette for he had been overly critical of Natalie, she was potentially embroiled in some serious issues outside of class and he been ignorant to them. Whilst he was outwardly kind inwardly he had judged her as some sort of reprobate whose daddy had paid her way into the school to keep her out of trouble , maybe she was still, he supposed, but something about her nervousness and physical appearance troubled him. He would have to talk to Zoe, he decided, find out to what degree she assisted Natalie. He knew he should probably keep out of such matters but as usual his curiosity compelled him to do so. This would mean engaging with Zoe, something he had avoided until now. After class he would ask her to see him on the pretence of discussing her assignment in more detail, an easy pretence because he genuinely did want to find her influences in such an advanced piece of work. Casting his cigarette to the pavement he walked to the class within which Zoe awaited, his purposeful step thumping on the carpet beneath him, a slight echo highlighted the rhythm in the sparse corridors. The class passed without incident however an observer of Leo's work would have noticed the dampened enthusiasm in his tone. As he steeled himself to call out to her from behind his desk he shuffled his papers, why on earth he should feel nervous talking to one of his students? It felt ridiculous to him as he procrastinated. He was about to look up to the students beginning to empty their seats when he saw a pair of bright white shoes enter the top of his vision, the toe of the shoe curved and recessed showing the top of her feet, slightly strained by the angle of her foot elevated forcefully by a thin four inch heel. The pale white skin of her legs uninterrupted by tights today is broken by a thigh length black summer dress, light puncturing the pattern in the fabric around the hem. The waist of the dress is pulled in tightly buy a thin fabric tie that floats gently down her front, the dress rises to cup her breasts which are supported by the thin shoulder straps. "Leo," she says before he sees her face, "I'd like to see you after class about my assignment." As he waited in his office for her to arrive he thought it odd that she had come to seek him out, he had planned to invite her to attend yet it was her that had ended up summoning him. Although the conversation planned was to be easy, he was nervous about their meeting. He had not spoken to her outside the confines and relative safety of his classes before today and although her body had never crossed his office threshold before, she had featured in it more than any other of his students. The size of his office usually ample for him seemed close and the temperature hot. The authoritative tone in Zoe's voice that juxtaposed her slight frame and contradicted her light smile hung on his mind. He went over how he intended to broach the subject of her assisting Natalie in his head whilst listening to the sound of the ticking clock that read five to five, possibly Damien would drop by shortly to coerce him to a bar for drinks as normal. The clock suddenly seemed to echo softly around the room but it was not echoing, it was being matched by the sharply pitched footfalls of heels on the hard corridor floor outside Leo's office. The sound made was impressive given the weight of the wearer, it grew louder as they approached and Leo sat trying to make himself appear casual in preparation for her impending entrance. The door swung inward gently having been given a push by Zoe's delicate fingers, seeing Leo sat she confidently strode into the room without invitation and sat on the chair where Natalie had been earlier that day. Her right leg is crossed over left at the knee allowing her white heel to hover loosely about ten inches from the ground, from this distance Leo can see her bare legs are beautifully smooth and her slight physique makes them appear impossibly delicate. Her elbows rest upon the black arms of the chair with the backs of her hands facing him. She is not gripping the arms but the image tells that she soon could, to enable her to leap up at any moment. Her eyes are locked on his with her blonde hair framing her face like a veil she has chosen to open at this moment, her lashes are painted black as always but this close they look striking and almost threatening. Leo felt vulnerable with her eyes staring him down as if she can see behind his eyes and see the lust he holds for her. They sit for a couple of seconds, not a word being said by either of them until Zoe breaks the clocks dominance "Hello Leo, what did you think of my assignment then?" With a smile he replied "I suppose you could say... I was impressed." Leo went on to highlight particularly well written points, showing her the document, to view it better she uncrossed her legs and lent forward leaving the hem of her dress upon her thighs. Despite changing her posture to see her work better she barely glanced at it, her eyes as always remained on his making Leo eternally uncomfortable. In her now closer position Leo could for the first time smell the scent that lingered on her neck, it was sweet and exquisite. This scent, the view of her so close to him began to make him feel dizzy. She had some power over him he couldn't understand nor did he care to. He was lost in her. To keep the conversation going and to avoid appearing strange to the young girl he asked "how do you know all this stuff?" Zoe lent back in the chair with almost a slouch her legs slightly parted with her dress sinking into the gap, all pretense of her being an innocent young girl gone from her voice "My Dad's on the board of directors at Harold & Graves ,I probably learnt all this shit before you did and before you ask I'm here 'cus if I want a seat on a board myself you need some paperwork to back you up." An understanding growing in Leo, he let out a laugh accompanied by a look of admiration for Zoe . "You do well to look interested in my classes?" Leo said, genuinely impressed. "Look, I'm a clever girl, I know how to keep myself entertained." Zoe Replied mischievously. With this last statement a slight sadistic smile formed on her pretty face and her legs almost imperceptibly parted slightly further. This was not some crude gesture just a slight tell to invoke a memory in her lecturer and it worked. Leo was paralysed, his face vacant. Seeing Leo's state Zoe slowly stood and stepped closer to the frozen Leo, his face now almost pressed up against her stomach, the outline of her breasts the only thing he could see if he were to let his eyes gaze upward. She brought her right hand to the back of his neck and gently circled it with her middle and index fingers. Realising the danger of his situation Leo motioned to move away but before he began, as if sensing this oncoming action Zoe grabbed the base of his short hair tightly and violently pulled his head back forcing his eyes to meet hers. The pain was sharp causing him to grimace briefly baring his teeth as if in defiance but that lasted only a millisecond, her eyes now angry and cold. She's worlds away from that girl that kneels upon Leo's apartment floor. She leant down towards Leo's ear, her lips as close to touching his skin as could be and whispered "I entertained you didn't I?" the soft breath on his ear and neck caused Leo to shudder as he felt a pulse shoot from his neck where Zoe had him painfully trapped to the base of his spine. Her perfume that had been subtle whilst they sat in a professional form now filled his nostrils with every breath and he felt the tip of his cock begin to fight with his underwear for room. Panic was beginning to set in and his eyes widened as the realisation of his situation began to climb on him like the vine-weed that envelopes an old cottage in the countryside. She positioned herself to be slightly more head-on with Leo, whilst never taking her lips more than an inch from his face; there was no let up of her delicate breath against his skin. She brought her left hand down and gently grazed it just above his left knee and then began to squeeze harder causing the denim to crease under her force. He stared into her face through the blonde hair framing her. From this position it looked more ragged and wild, casting a shadow across her eyes and dampening the usually bright whites adding to the sadistic glow they give out. Again Leo tried to move but this time he was stopped dead in his tracks by the left hand that had been purposefully holding his left thigh, she raised it swiftly and angrily striking the left side of his cheek causing slight water in his eye. Staring at him she shook her head slowly. The fingers of the offending hand now trailed down his chest, across his stomach before firmly pressing against his crotch. "You liked seeing my little white knickers, didn't you?" Zoe asked, whilst giving off a mock expression of sweetness. She did not require an answer. Leo let out a moan as his now thoroughly engorged cock bulged under Zoe's manipulations. As quickly as she had placed it there Zoe removed her hand from his crotch, she reached out and took his right hand and pulled it across his body to rest on her bare left knee. The motion coupled with Zoe's unrelenting grip on his hair forced his head upon her midriff, he felt the unbelievable softness of the skin of her bare leg, staring at him evilly she slowly traced his hand further up the inside of her thigh. As the hand continued to be forced upwards he detected not a single blemish on her skin and he felt a warmth radiating on the back of his hand from her sex now just a couple of inches away. He shot a nervous glance toward the door and Zoe now knew she had his submission, no longer were his eyes pleading with her to stop but were trying to prevent detection from forces outside his plain office. Zoe it seemed was a keen reader of his mind, but she would give it no mercies "Oh no Leo, the door must stay open for my protection," She laughed as she realised how much this confused her helpless new toy. "I need people to be able to hear me scream," With her best mocking little girl voice she added "I wouldn't want to get raped locked in the big pervert teacher's office," She thrust her lecturers hand into the damp hot crotch of her knickers and let out a slight moan "cus that's just what it'll look like should someone come in here now, you're the one with your hand up a student's sun dress!" She held his hand firmly into her sex, he could feel the patterned fabric dampened by her excitement mould to her mons and labia as she rocked herself backwards and forth against his outstretched fingers. Zoe continued this motion until her breathing got ever heavier, her eyelids flickered slightly but she never let contact with his eyes drop as if it were some beam that held him to her. Using his hand she pulled the slick gusset away from her excited body and then ran his fingers through the opening of her pussy, his third and little finger penetrating her cunt whilst his index finger applied pressure to her clit. She continued to rock herself backwards and forward in this motion, letting out a slight whimper each time his fingers penetrated her, to the point where anybody passing Leo's office would surely hear her and probably storm in to ghastly sight from Leo's point of view. Without realising Leo had ceased all resistance and was now working with her rhythm, desperate to make her cum, desperate to please her. The slickness ran down Leo's hand and began to encroach on his wrist and forehand which filled him with even more lust than he could imagine his manhood desperate to strike out and enter the slight blonde girl on his hand. Leo daren't even touch it though, the look of control in Zoe's face still left him stricken, scared, even if he was now feeling more complicit. Zoe now began to thrust herself backwards and forth violently upon Leo's outstretched limb. The smell of her arousal filled the office as Leo lent into her more tightly now to steady himself. Zoe's breathing was short and erratic, the whimpers louder and more frequent until he felt a tightening around him paired with a sharp moan as Zoe's legs bent and she doubled over, her face screwed as if in some delightful pain as she climaxed in her lecturers office. She kept her eyes on his as she now gently rocked backwards and forward sending further shudders through her. Pulling his hand out from under her dress she took a small step away and released the grip on his hair. Leo remained motionless as if her hand still held him in place, Zoe had no fear of him moving away or kicking her out of his office now. Leo felt completely bent to her will, submitted to her evil and powerful beauty. It seemed to torment his hypersensitive state of arousal which he felt to the point of pain. His boxers were slick with his pre-cum brought on by the sight of his little fantasy girl rocking herself to orgasm in front of him, her blond hair vibrating violently with her whimpering. Smiling contently she commanded "stand up", Leo stood. She looked down upon his obvious aroused state and let out a coarse laugh under her breath, which still stuttered from the waves of electricity emanating from her sex. The sight of this man of power weakly standing in front of her willing to obey her commands turned her loins aflame. Reaching under her skirt without exposing her knickers to her supposed mentor she traced her index finger between the folds of her sodden pussy. Moving closer to Leo once again she traced the moisture along his cheek, a humiliating sign of power, of territory, of ownership. Leo felt weak but captivated by her and he ached for her to touch him again. His wish was fulfilled if only for a moment as she traced her hand down his stomach, over his belt to rest on his cock, squeezing gently causing a mixture of pleasure and pain as he strained against the fabric that bound his arousal. Never losing eye contact she gripped his shaft through his denim, with a delicious and sadistic smile she slowly pumped his cock causing Leo to groans lightly as he leaked further into his underwear that bound him tightly. "You're going to cum now" Zoe said whilst undoing his belt. Leo's head was dizzy he was desperate to obey her and long past caring about any moral issues, he had given in. As she pumped his cock slowly through his thin boxers Leo closed his eyes as he silently urged her to keep stimulating him. She did not, she quickly drew back from him a pace and stared intently into him still smiling at him, like an evil lion in a cartoon examining it's prey. Leo dared not move toward her but stared at her, focused on the thin white thighs appearing from the hem of her dress where his hands had just been forced to explore. The ticking of the clock made the seconds that passed seem tense and drawn out. "I said you're going to cum now." Zoe repeated bringing more confusion to Leo, after more slow seconds past Leo began to realise what Zoe expected of him. He reached his right hand under the waistband of his boxer shorts and gripped his shaft and began to pull his foreskin toward himself, its release causing a sharp intake of breath. Humiliated, there was no way he could stop, her beautiful little hips in front of him locked his gaze as she chuckled slyly at her teacher. "Get those fucking boxers down, I want to see you cum." Zoe commanded forcing eye contact from the humiliated Leo. Leo hesitated nervously glancing at the open door, before he could protest Zoe interjected with a smile "let me help you" and with that she reached down slowly to the hem of her dress and pulled it up to reveal the slickness on her thighs caused by Leo's earlier admissions. Leo obeyed and pulled his boxers down exposing his dripping penis and started pumping furiously his eyes locked upon her waist. Zoe continued to reveal the set of simple embossed black knickers that hugged her pussy tightly clinging with the recent moisture. She held her dress aloft and allowed Leo's lustful eyes devour the sights as he pulled his cock back and forth, faster and faster. The smell of Zoe's sex filled his nose and as he stared at her panty clad crotch he began to began to shake, his knees bending slightly forward as he continued to pump his cock, Zoe's eyes penetrating his gaze. She looked at his weakness with pleasure as he began to grunt, breathing erratic and then he stopped silent for but a millisecond before his body spent his seed across his messy desk , his cum covering the wads of unmarked papers of his students. As Leo recovered from his climax he became astutely aware of the potentially tempestuous situation he was in, his door open, his boxers at his thighs and his stream of disgrace strewn lewdly across his desk. Meanwhile his gifted student Zoe eyed him with contempt, still grinning from her victory she let her dress fall to its intended mid thigh resting place before shooting her delicate hands up her dress to slowly pull down her cum soaked knickers. Taking a step forward she placed the soiled garment on the end of Leo's still hard member, it hung and gently rocked like a flag planted on newly claimed territory. Leo flinched as her hand approached his face but this time there was no harsh impact, she ran her fingers across his face and lips before trailing her fingers off the left side of his face digging her nails in at the last moment o cause a little grimace from Leo. With that she left the room her heels once again echoing up the hall. Leo didn't move until he heard the clicks against the hard floor disappear but as they did, in a panic, he pulled up his trousers and boxers, her panties in hand and shut the door behind him with a slam. He faced his desk and examined the mess, the majority of his release had landed on one paper, Natalie's, with a smirk he used that same paper as a rag for the rest of the mess and threw it to the bin. It crossed his mind to use the gift Zoe had left him but strangely felt unable to do so without her permission , he felt it akin to the sense he got when throwing away a birthday card from a lover. There was a knock at the door. ***** Feedback would be most welcome. Zoe Ch. 02 A month had passed when Zoe came down to breakfast in a simple pair of blue jeans and a large gray T-shirt. She liked to be comfortable, and discovered that no matter what she wore, Azriel looked at her as if she was wearing the sexiest dress on earth. Zoe had grown comfortable here with Azriel. She barely missed her home on Earth. She loved the fact that Azriel loved her for what she was, and she was in turn beginning to love him. Their kissing had grown more intense, but Zoe would always pull away when it was too much for her. Azriel never pushed her, never tried to go further then she was comfortable with. He was a true gentleman. Azriel was waiting for her in the dining room. He smiled at her when she entered the room, pulling out her chair, as he did every morning. "What would you like to eat? he asked after sitting down. "Ummm... Some scrambled eggs, and bacon," she said with a smile. Within minutes, a servant placed a plate in front of her. She nodded her thanks and began to eat. Azriel took joy during breakfast to talk to her; today the subject was what she liked to do for fun. After listing a few things she stated. "I think the best time I ever had was when I was in Karate class. I went to the one in the next town, without anyone knowing. No one knew me there I could have friends and fun." "I was wondering where you learned to kick," he said in a slightly bitter tone. "Awe, is the all powerful demon sore because a girl kicked his ass?" Zoe replied with fake sympathy. "You caught me off guard is all," he quickly retaliated. Zoe blew air out of her nose. "Yea right," she said, rolling her eyes." "Fine. I'll show you," he declared. Zoe looked at him as she finished her meal." Alright, lead the way," she said, standing up. Azriel smiled and stood up as well, then lead her upstairs to a large workout room equipped with all types of exercise equipment. "Let me get changed," Azriel said as he left the room. He returned in a few minutes, and saw Zoe had found the sparring mat, using it to warm up. He watched her for a moment before stepping onto the mat. "Ready?" he asked, getting into a fighting stance. Zoe looked over his t-shirt, and jeans with a slight smile, then answered him with the correct counter stance. Azriel let the first punch fly, which was quickly blocked and countered, which he in turn countered. Soon they were poetry in motion, elegant movements that it took on more of a dance quality then a fighting one. After several minutes of this, they both took a step back to catch their breath. "You are very talented," Azriel said with a slight grin. "I see I will have to take it to the next level." "You can try, I was only a month away from getting my black belt." Zoe said with a grin of her own. "Then I know where to start." With that said, he let loose a round house kick to her abdomen, Zoe took a small step back and blocked it by moving her hand in a fast circle. She moved in close to him to hit him with a hard punch, when, too late, she saw him regain his balance and the palm of his hand hit her square in the chest. Zoe fell to the ground hard and growled up at Azriel. She quickly swung her leg out hitting him in the back of the knee making him fall to the ground with her. She then quickly straddled him to make sure he could not get the best of her. "Ha," she said smugly. "Oh you have not won yet." Azriel replied, liking the fact she was on top of him. He quickly grabbed her waist and using shear strength was able to topple her, and pin her hands with one of his above her head within seconds. He smiled smugly at her; Zoe just glared at him. She did not like to lose. "See, I win," he said, moving his face an inch away from hers. 'Oh no you don't.' Zoe thought, as she moved her head to capture his lips with hers. She may not know too much about men, but she knew that all men love a good kiss and tend to think with their dicks. Well that is what her mom told her once. Azriel let out a groan as she kissed him. He thought he was in heaven as he savored the sweet taste of her lips. His body relaxed into hers and he loosened his grip on her hands. Zoe took this opportunity to mover her hands to his shoulders then slowly down his back. She reached the end of his shirt, and moved her hands under the fabric, guiding her fingertips across his skin. Azriel's mind went blank as he felt her hands move down his body. He let out a soft growl when he felt her fingers on his skin, sending a pulse down his body to his cock, which was already straining with need. He shifted his body so he was not poking Zoe, but the friction felt so good that he could not help moving against her soft body. Zoe felt Azriel move on top of her, making her gasp, breaking the kiss for only a moment. It felt so good to have him grind against her, so good that she almost forgot her original intent. Zoe smiled as her fingers began to tickle his sides. Azriel let out a loud cry, and quickly tried to pull away from her. 'Oh she is going to get it later for working me up like that!' he thought darkly, as he tried to pull away from the invading fingers. Then he heard Zoe laughing and the anger vanished completely. Zoe laughed wildly as she tickled him without mercy. "Give!" "NEVER!" Azriel shouted, as he tried to tickle her back, but she was able to block him. Azriel growled and grabbed her hands, pulling them away from him. They were both breathing heavily, not looking at each other with heated eyes. Azriel could not hold back any longer and kissed her passionately. He let go of one her hands and cupped her face with his palm. Zoe moaned lightly from the power of the kiss, arching her body slightly. As soon as Azriel released her hand, she moved it to his side rubbing his skin through the fabric. Azriel groaned from the light touch and wanted to feel her hands on his skin once more. He broke the kiss and sat up grinning as he stripped off his shirt, then captured her lips again. Zoe could not help but look at the well muscled chest, and admire it silently. She could not control herself when he kissed her again, to explore his well toned skin thoroughly; Hot and smooth under her fingertips. Azriel growled into the kiss, which he broke to kiss her neck, and what shoulder he could. He wanted to kiss every inch of her skin, so much he whimpered lightly with want, then nibbled gently on her ear. She let out a soft moan and dug her nails into his skin. Azriel groaned with pleasure and grinded his hips and straining cock into her body with abandon. Zoe let out a light purr in response, and moved her body, trying to figure out what felt best. Azriel's demon howled with pleasure when she responded so well. He moved a hand down her hot skin, to the hem of her shirt and crept a few fingers underneath the fabric. Zoe sucked in her breath with horror, and quickly put her hand on his. Azriel stopped and moved his head until he saw her wide pleading eyes. "I am not going to hurt you." He said softly brushing her hair out of her face. "I know." She replied with a small, sad smile. "I am not ready for that yet Azriel." He nodded then kissed her softly. He meant it to be short, and sweet, but that all changed when Zoe kissed him back with ferocity. He broke the kiss and looked at her confused. "Well I think we are both too worked up to just stop," she explained while blushing. Azriel gave her a wolf like smile, and moved his hand down her body until his fingertips touched the waist of her pants. "Do you want me to repeat what I did the first night you came?" he asked in a husky tone. Zoe blushed harder, but nodded her head. Azriel undid the button on her jeans with a flick of his fingers, and then moved in touching her through the fabric of her panties. He could smell her arousal, and knew she was already wet. He licked his lips enjoying the intoxicating aroma. He was lost in his thoughts until he felt her hand on his hip. Zoe wanted to touch him, give him what he was giving her. She placed her hand on his hip not knowing what to do next. Azriel looked at her softly, and took her hand, and moved it to the button. "You do not have to undo it now." He said with a knowing smile. He knew she would figure out what to do on her own, telling her would take all the fun out of it. He returned his hand to her pussy cupping it lightly, earning him a gasp. He could listen to her make sounds like that forever. He was just about to move his fingers underneath her underwear, when he felt her hands mover over his already hard cock. He groaned loudly, and moved his body against her hand. Zoe was amazed at the fact she could get him to react just by touching him through the fabric of his pants. She bit her lower lip as curiosity took over and she deliberately rubbed the hard ridge with her palm. Azriel growled lightly, then let out a loud moan; he did not realize she would be such a fast learner. Zoe smiled, liking the fact she could give him pleasure, make him moan. She rubbed him slowly as her free hand undid the button of his pants and pulled down the zipper. She carefully slipped her fingertips in, and was soon greeted with warm, hard flesh. Azriel closed his eyes as her small hand slipped into her pants. His demon let out a roar when she grazed his straining cock, and wanted to come out. Azriel kept him back, but it was hard, and it only grew harder when her fingernails explored his hard on. "Oh god!" he exclaimed as he grabbed her hand. "Did I do something wrong?" Zoe asked, looking at him with concern. Azriel took in a deep breath. "No. The opposite, I guess. I am not ready for that yet." Zoe looked at him silently, waiting for him to explain. "You see this form is only when I am calm. When I get excited or angry, I change into my true demonic form...I lose control of myself. Demons by nature are run by instinct, like the need to mate. If I change, I could hurt you," he said softly, not being able to look her in the eyes. "In my true form I am a monster." Zoe pulled her hand out of his pants, then pulled him into a tight hug. "You have a good heart Azriel, and that proves you are not a monster," she said firmly. Azriel smiled, and then kissed the top of her head. "We shall see," he said softly. "Until then, how about a shower, then we can retire to the study room, and read or anything you wish," he said with a soft grin. Zoe smiled and kissed him softly, saddened that the moment was ruined. She was really looking forward to the pleasure she had experienced before. After they took a shower they spent the rest of the day reading, and debating which book was better. Dinner was full of lively conversations about whatever popped into their minds. "So tell me Azriel, tell me what were your younger years like?" Zoe asked with a smile. Azriel sighed softly, "Well I was raised by my father who is a great demon, cast me out of his house when I was old enough to take care of myself. I never knew my mother though. I know she was a wind demon, and they do not like to stay in one place for long. My father did not like to talk about it, so I never pushed it. After that I wandered the Netherworld, which is where we are now, until the sorcerer conjured me into your world." Zoe nodded, fascinated by his story. "What kind of demon is your father?" "He is what you would call a grand demon. He can do many types of magic and work with several different elements. In fact, being with my mother should have been below him, which is why I figure he did not wish to talk about it." "So are you a grand demon as well?" she asked with a curious look in her eyes. Azriel nodded slowly. "Yes, but I am not pure, so that makes me a lesser demon in their eyes." Zoe nodded, somehow understanding what that must mean to him. They talked until Zoe's eyelids could barely stay open, and Azriel scooped her up in his arms, and carried her to her room. He was about to leave once he tucked her in when Zoe whispered, "Stay...Please." He smiled, then climbed into bed, with her curling up next to her. Soon all their days took on this shape. They would spar for an hour which ended most of the time in heated kissing and touches, in which Zoe learned how to please Azriel without his demon raging. Then they would spend the day reading books to each other, or watch a movie on the large flat-screen Azriel had in one of the many rooms of the house. They would eat dinner and talk until they both grew tired, and most of the time spent the night in each other's arms. Somewhere in the darkness an evil force smiled at the increasing happiness Zoe showed. "Soon...So soon."