#braiwnashed

Office Hours

When the Master called, its vessels dropped everything.

Even when Danielle was with the crazy hot football player she'd spent months flirting with in the back of Professor Blake's classroom, she was powerless to disobey the voice inside.

awaken

Danielle had met her Master in Professor Blake's office hours just a couple days before. Entering the meeting, she had expected to discuss her recent dip in performance. What she didn't expect was that she would admit so much to her professor.

It was in the way Professor Blake spoke. Her voice was soft when she asked for the truth, but it hit Danielle as a command. She couldn't deny it anymore.

"It's Franco," Danielle admitted, her hand rising unconsciously to her mouth as if to force the words back inside.

"Well," Professor Blake said. "He's very attractive."

That disarmed Danielle a little bit. Against her better judgment, she continued. "When I see that dark hair and smile, I just—"

"Can't get him out of your mind." Charlotte finished for her.

Danielle blushed.

"Don't be shy. I know what it's like to have something in your head. To be so overwhelmed just by its presence that you can't even think. Sometimes, Danielle, you just have to answer the call."

Danielle sank into her chair. If she made herself as small as possible, maybe Professor Blake would just forget about this conversation entirely.

"Sometimes," Charlotte continued. "You have to give in to the voices."

"Voices?" Danielle repeated, rising back up in her chair.

In the end, Danielle could always hear the voices. She just needed Charlotte to guide her. Once the Master's voice filled her mind, there was no going back. She soon found herself willfully on her knees before her professor. Charlotte's legs were spread wide to display her smooth pussy, the Master's black liquid form dripping from her lips.

Danielle drank from Charlotte's pussy. She left Professor Blake's office hours changed.

Danielle awoke the next morning with hazy memories of the day before, but Professor Blake's advice remained clear in her mind.

"Just answer the call."

With a confidence boost courtesy of Professor Blake, she decided that she couldn't wait for Franco any longer.

"I need you," she moaned, pulling Franco into the most private corner she could find in the English building.

"Like, right now?" Franco asked. "We got English."

"Tonight," she said. "My roommate is out. I can text you the addres. Just...god, I need you."

Franco smiled. Not the first crazy bitch who wanted his dick, certainly wouldn't be the last, but he'd enjoy checking her off the list.

To Franco's credit, his dick was everything Danielle had imagined. They wasted no time with conversation. Clothes were on the floor and Danielle was on top within minutes of Franco's knock at the door. Maybe Danielle had imagined it playing out differently. Maybe she wanted to go to the club and get to know Franco in one of the VIP booths that were reserved for football players. Maybe she wanted to talk all night as they walked the streets of Romero, holding hands across the Hooper Bridge. But Danielle had been like a bitch in heat since she left Professor Blake's office hours. This was all she needed. This was all she was now.

She was a theatric lover, her cries bouncing off the walls as she rode him. And then she heard the voice in her mind.

assimilate

If Franco was paying attention, he might have noticed the change in Danielle's tone. Moans of "Yes, Franco!" Turned to, "Fuck, Master! Please!"

Franco blinked. Not the dirty talk he had expected, but still hot.

Danielle slowed the roll of her hips and in one fluid motion she bent forward to lower herself to Franco's lips. She brought her hands up to his face and slowly her fingers dug in like claws. Franco struggled beneath her, but even with his physical conditioning, he couldn't overcome a vessel's strength.

The Master spilled from Danielle's lips. Franco coughed as it entered his mouth, slipping down his throat. A few seconds of meaningless struggle followed before the transformation could really begin. Then, as Danielle rose silently from her position, Franco simply stared forward in a haze of submission.

Danielle looked down at him, studying him, looking through him. Franco could feel her in his mind. He could hear her thoughts. Her voice echoed in his mind: Just another crazy bitch.

The black liquid dribbled down her chin.