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The Chain: Link 7

Date: 11/2/2014, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

“Aaaaarrrrghhhhh!” Metal Girl cried suddenly. “Ahhhh shit!” Then she sounded like she was hyperventilating. Professor Evans turned to look at her just in time to see a fountain of liquid shoot from her sex. He’d never seen anything like it, certainly not the way the girl slapped her pussy before another spurt shot out. “Aaaarrrgghhhh!” she cried again, sounding as if she was running out of breath. The sight and sound transmitted itself to Professor Evans’ own sex organ before he even knew what was happening. “Oh Pervy Evans!” Leggings Girl cried. He looked down to see his own seed dribbling, bubbling onto Leggings Girl’s breasts. “That’s so hot!” Big Breast Girl said as Leggings Girl rubbed and tugged; rubbed and tugged until Professor Evans thought his organ was going to come off. Then she used both hands to massage the ejaculate into her skin, the girls on either side of him wiping their gooey fingers across the Professor’s face one last time. He sank to his haunches, covering his face with his hands. There was no way of grasping what had just happened. He heard the girls laugh and giggle. There was rustling, and then the door was unlocked and opened. Not even a parting shot met his ears as they left. He rose, dread coursing through him. He closed the door and locked it before cleaning himself off carefully. This had to be a set-up, didn’t it? He couldn’t think of any other reason for what had just happened. Making his way back to the office, he tried to get things into ... perspective. He ought by rights to report the girls, have them expelled, but the way things were these days it was obviously he who would be in the firing line. The women were always deemed to be right, weren’t they? Young, vulnerable female students, as the jargon went. Who’d believe they’d assaulted him? And, well, there was plenty of his DNA on that one girl, too, wasn’t there? There was a knock at the open door. He looked up to see a young woman with Asian features in professional attire. “What do you want?” he snapped. The woman smiled at him. “I’m from Customer Services,” she said. Professor Evans screwed up his face. It made no sense to him. Was everybody completely insane today? “What?” “I’m calling to enquire if everything is to your satisfaction,” she said, gesturing towards the figurine, which was still standing on his desk. “We take pride in…” “You mean you’re responsible for sending that… that… thing!” Professor Evans exploded. “Not me personally,” the woman replied. “My job is simply to…” “You haven’t heard the last of this!” Professor Evans told her. The woman raised a calm eyebrow. “I sense a certain hostility,” she said. “Are you surprised? Let me tell you something…” “No,” the woman said, her voice carrying surprising authority. “Let me give you a word of advice, Professor Evans. Secret desires that are buried as deeply as yours cause their own problems. Secret desires combined with an extraordinary level of guilt…” She shrugged. “Everything that happens is ...