With a start, I jolted awake to the incessant beeping of my alarm clock. The shrill noise echoed through the room, signaling that it was finally time to start my day. I groggily rubbed the sleep from my eyes and swung my legs over the side of the bed, planting my feet firmly on the cool floor. My roommate, Nicole, had earlier classes than me and had already left for the day.

As I stumbled out of bed and stretched my stiff muscles, I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror on the back of my dorm room door. Messy blonde hair, sleepy eyes, and rumpled pajamas - glamourous. I shuffled over to the small kitchenette area and checked that our trusty Keurig had enough water. I quickly added a K-Cup of my favorite blend and placed my thermal coffee mug under the spout.

I grabbed my towel and shower caddy and made my way down the hall to use the communal showers. The warm water cascading over me felt like pure bliss as I stepped under the showerhead, washing away the remnants of a good night's sleep. After fully waking up and feeling rejuvenated, I returned to my dorm room and punched the button of the coffee machine. The rich scent of fresh brew wafted through the air as I got dressed in a simple white t-shirt and a pair of black leggings. A blow dry and a quick brush-through my hair and a swipe of mascara and I was ready to go.

As I greedily sipped my steaming coffee, its comforting warmth spreading through my body, I reached into the pocket of my backpack and retrieved my phone. With a flick of my thumb, the screen lit up, revealing the time - 9:58. Wait, 9:58!! Panic set in as I glanced at the alarm clock beside my bed, which read 9:40. How could this be? My heart sank as I realized I was running late... again.

My stomach churned with dread as I remembered the consequences of being tardy to Dr. Morrow's class for the fourth time this semester. The thought alone made me want to crawl into a hole and disappear. The humiliation would be unbearable, particularly since Steve, a boy I had a crush on was in my class.

I hastily slung my backpack over my shoulder and took off towards class, my mind racing with how this could have happened. Did we lose power last night? I didn’t think so. Then it hit me… Nicole. She knew this would be my fourth offense and must have tampered with my alarm clock to ensure my humiliation. That fucking bitch!

As I approached the classroom, my heart began to race with anticipation and trepidation. Through the small window in the door, I could see Nicole sitting in the front row, a smug grin plastered on her face. She caught my eye and winked, sending a wave of anger surging through me. Next to her sat my crush Steve. Although I had never had the nerve to speak to him, I fantasized about him all the time. I quickly scanned the remainder of room, the only open desk was next to Steve! Fuck, this is going to be SO embarrassing. I seriously thought about leaving and just dropping the class, but I knew my parents would kill me if I did that. I took a deep breath and pushed open the door, steeling myself for what was to come.

With his back to the door, Dr. Morrow stood at the front of the room, marker in hand as he wrote on the whiteboard. His voice was steady and clear as he explained the lesson. Hearing the door open, he turned towards me with a displeased expression. "Ah, Ms. Hartley, so nice of you to finally join us," he said, a hint of sarcasm laced in his tone as some of my classmates snickered.

I felt so embarrassed and ashamed. “Sorry, Professor,” I mumbled keeping my head bowed.

The sound of pages turning cause me to glance up. Dr. Morrow had made his way to his desk and was flipping through a notebook. He then looked up at me shaking his head. "Fourth offense," he stated sternly, his words carrying the weight of consequences. "Do you recall going over my classroom rules on the first day of the semester?" My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I sheepishly nodded in response.

“Why don’t you remind the class what the penalty is for being late four times to my class,” he instructed.

Oh my god, could this humiliation get any worse? Looking at the floor, I quietly mumbled, “Um, strip and be naked for the entire class.”

“What was that, Ms. Hartley? Face the class and speak up so everyone can hear,” he demanded.

My heart pounded in my chest as I faced my classmates, their eyes fixed on me with a mix of anticipation and pity. I took a deep, shaky breath before speaking, my voice trembling slightly. "If you're late to Dr. Morrow's class four times, you have to strip naked and remain that way for the entire class period."

A hush fell over the room, the weight of my words sinking in. I could feel the heat of their stares, particularly from Nicole, who smiled broadly like the cat that caught the canary. Steve’s eyes widened in surprise, a faint smile creeping across his lips.

Dr. Morrow cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention back to him. "Very well, Ms. Hartley. You knew the rules and the consequences, yet still chose to show up late. Please proceed."

My hands shook as I lowered my backpack to the floor. I hesitated, a final plea in my eyes as I looked at Dr. Morrow, but his stern expression remained unwavering. With a heavy heart, I kicked off my sandals and reached for the hem of my t-shirt, my fingers curling around the soft fabric. Slowly I lifted the shirt over my head, exposing my white cotton bra to the class. Gasps and murmurs filled the room and I saw several of my classmates pulling out their phones to document my humiliation. A tear flowed down my cheek as I dropped my shirt to the floor.

Dr. Morrow addressed the class, “Put the phones away. I am sure this is embarrassing enough for Ms. Hartley, no need to make it worse.” As bad as this was, at least it wasn’t going to be all over the internet.

Next, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my leggings, my heart racing as I slowly peeled them down my legs. I stepped out of them, now standing in just my bra and Hello Kitty panties.

I could feel every pair of eyes in the room boring into my exposed skin, their gazes like a physical weight pressing down on me. My cheeks burned with shame as I stood there in my underwear, knowing that the worst was yet to come.

Dr. Morrow's voice cut through the tense silence. "Move it along, Ms. Hartley. We still have a lesson plan we need to get through today."

My hands trembled as I reached behind my back, fumbling with the clasp of my bra. After a moment that felt like an eternity, it came undone. I let the straps slide down my shoulders before letting the garment fall to the floor, my bare breasts now on display for all to see. Exposed to the chill of the classroom air, my nipples immediately hardened into tiny pebbles. A few whistles and catcalls erupted from the back of the room, making my skin crawl with disgust and embarrassment.

Tears blurred my vision as I hooked my fingers into the sides of my panties, the last barrier protecting my dignity. I hesitated, a final silent prayer that this was all just a terrible nightmare. But Dr. Morrow's impatient cough spurred me on. In one swift motion, I pulled down my panties and stepped out of them, revealing my shaven pussy and shapely ass.

I stood there, trembling, my nude body exposed to the scrutiny of my classmates. Nicole's snicker rang in my ears and I didn't dare look at Steve, not wanting to see his reaction to my nudity.

"Very well. Gather your belongings and take a seat" Dr. Morrow said, sounding almost bored as he turned back towards the whiteboard to continue the lesson.

As I gathered my clothes into a crumpled pile and stuffed them into my backpack, I couldn't bear to meet anyone's gaze. With slumped shoulders, I made my way to the only available desk, right next to Steve. This was undoubtedly the worst day of my life so far.

As I sat feeling the cold laminated wood of the chair on my bare bottom, Steve leaned over and whispered in my ear. His hot breath tickled my neck as he spoke. "Nice pussy," he murmured, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Maybe you'll let me taste it sometime." With a smug grin on his face, he put his fingers in a "V" shape and ran his tongue seductively up and down between them.

My heart sank. In my fantasies about him, Steve had been a kind and caring guy. Tears welled up in my eyes as I now saw him for what he truly was - a fucking douchebag. Now, this was undoubtedly the worst day of my life so far, and I couldn't help but wonder if things could possibly get any worse.

Throughout the lecture, I struggled to focus on Dr. Morrow's words, my mind consumed by the overwhelming shame and vulnerability I felt. Every slight movement reminded me of my forced nudity, the air conditioning raising goosebumps on my exposed skin. I could still hear occasional snickers and feel the weight of lingering stares. Steve kept looking over staring at my body whispering lewd comments, which I tried to ignore.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Dr. Morrow dismissed the class. I remained frozen in my seat, waiting for the room to empty out before I got dressed. Students filed out, most openly ogling my naked body, a few of them avoided eye contact out of second-hand embarrassment.

Nicole sauntered up to me, a wicked gleam in her eye. "I can’t believe you were late again when you knew what was going to happen," she purred.

“Fuck you, Nicole,” I cursed as I reached down for my backpack, but Nicole was quicker and snatched it up before I could get it. She let out a wicked laugh and made a dash for the door.

"It's not my fault you can't seem to get your lazy ass to class on time. Oh, and I hid my phone under my desk and got the entire thing on video. Can’t wait to see how many views I will end up getting once I post it," she jeered, still laughing as she disappeared out of the classroom with my bag and my clothes.

My chest heaved with fury and frustration as I fought back the tears that threatened to escape. Panic set in as I looked frantically around the empty classroom, realizing that I had no idea what to do now. The weight of the humiliation of the ordeal crushed down on me, making me feel small and helpless. I was completely naked, my clothes stolen by my cunt of a roommate and my humiliation was soon going to go viral all over the internet. How was I going to get back to my dorm room without being seen? The thought of streaking across campus made my stomach churn with dread.

Just as despair started to overwhelm me, I heard the sound of the classroom door opening. My heart leaped into my throat as I looked up, fearing another student had returned to further my humiliation. But to my surprise, it was Dr. Morrow.

He paused in the doorway, his eyebrows raising slightly as he took in my still nude form. "Ms. Hartley, why are you still here... and unclothed?" he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and concern.

I felt my cheeks burn with renewed shame as I stammered out an explanation. "I... Nicole, my roommate, she took my clothes. I don't know what to do..." My voice cracked as I fought back a fresh wave of tears.

Dr. Morrow's expression softened. He took a step into the room and closed the door behind him. "I see. That's a very unfortunate situation," he said calmly. "But we can't have you wandering nude around campus."

He walked over towards me removing his tweed jacket as he approached. “Here, put this on and let’s go back to my office and we’ll try and figure something out.”

I took the offered coat and quickly slipped it on, grateful for the small measure of modesty it provided. The material was still warm from Dr. Morrow's body heat, and it carried the faint scent of his cologne - a comforting blend of sandalwood and spice. I buttoned it up, the hem of the jacket barely covering my bottom.

"Thank you, Professor," I murmured, my voice thick with emotion. "I didn't know what I was going to do."

Dr. Morrow gave a curt nod. "Let's head to my office. We can discuss this further there."

I trailed behind him, my naked feet making soft thuds against the polished hardwood floor. Luckily, the hallways were nearly empty with only a few stragglers rushing to their next class. However, I couldn't help but feel exposed and vulnerable, knowing that I was completely naked under the thin layer of tweed.

When we finally arrived at his office without incident, Dr. Morrow unlocked the door and silently motioned for me to enter before closing it securely behind us. The resounding click of the lock seemed to reverberate in the otherwise quiet space.

"Have a seat, Ms. Hartley," he offered as he gestured towards the chair in front of his cluttered desk, settling into his own chair behind it. The scent of aged leather and musty books filled the air, enveloping me in a comforting yet somber atmosphere.

I gingerly sat down, tugging at the hem of the jacket in a futile attempt to cover more of my bare thighs as the coolness of the leather against my naked ass sent a shiver down my spine. I quietly sighed as it seemed that something about today was finally going right. A glimmer of hope flickered within me, like a tiny flame fighting against the darkness.

Dr. Morrow leaned back in his chair, his eyes studying me intently. "So, Ms. Hartley, it seems you've found yourself in quite the predicament."

I nodded meekly, my fingers fidgeting with the buttons of his jacket. "I don't know what to do, Professor. I can't go back to my dorm like this. And Nicole..." My voice trailed off as a fresh wave of anger and despair washed over me.

"Yes, your roommate's actions were quite... unacceptable," he mused, his fingers steepled under his chin. "But let's focus on the immediate issue at hand - getting you clothed and back to your room with minimal further embarrassment."

I looked up at him, a glimmer of hope in my eyes. "Do you have any ideas, Professor?"

A small smile played at the corners of his mouth. "I might. But first, I have a proposition for you, Ms. Hartley. One that could potentially solve both your short-term and long-term problems."

I sat up straighter, intrigued. "What kind of proposition?"

Dr. Morrow leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk. "It's clear to me that you're struggling in my class. Your repeated tardiness is just a symptom of a larger issue. I'm offering you a chance to improve your grade... and make sure your roommate pays for what she did."

My brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean, Professor?" I asked hesitantly, unsure of where this conversation was heading.

Dr. Morrow's eyes took on a mischievous glint as he leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming lightly on the armrests. "It's simple, really. I'll personally ensure that Ms. Jennings faces severe consequences for her actions today and in return, you'll agree to some... let’s call it, extra credit assignments to boost your grade in my class."

A sense of unease crept up my spine, as I am sure that subconsciously I knew what Dr. Morrow's “extra credit assignments” were likely going to entail. "What kind of extra credit assignments are we talking about?" I questioned, my voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver through my body. "Nothing too strenuous, I assure you. Just a few tasks that will require your... full cooperation and discretion."

I shifted in my seat, the leather squeaking beneath my bare thighs. The jacket had ridden up, exposing even more of me. I once again tugged at the hem, trying to maintain some semblance of modesty.

"I'm not sure, Professor," I murmured, my gaze dropping to my lap.

Dr. Morrow leaned a little forward in his chair, a look of compassion on his face. "Ms. Hartley, I understand your hesitation. But consider your options. You can give me back my jacket and go on with your day and Ms. Jennings will face no repercussions,” he leaned further forward, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial tone. "Or you can agree to my proposition, making sure Ms. Jennings is held accountable for her actions, and you'll have the opportunity to salvage your grade in my class. It's your choice, but I think we both know what the smart decision is here."

I bit my lower lip, my mind racing as I weighed my limited options. The thought of facing further humiliation, of having to walk back to my dorm naked, filled me with dread and the idea of Nicole getting away with her cruel prank made my blood boil.

I lowered my eyes and almost silently murmured, "Okay, Professor.”

“What was that Ms. Hartley?” he asked.

I looked up at him, my voice quavering, “I said I'll do it. I'll do the extra credit assignments."

A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face. "Excellent choice, Alison. I knew you were a smart girl." He stood up from his chair and walked around the desk, perching himself on the edge right in front of me.

His use of my first name caught me off guard. There was something in his voice, a subtle shift in tone that made my stomach churn. That glimmer of hope that flickered within me earlier that my awful day was finally over was snuffed out.

"Now, for your first assignment..." His eyes raked over my barely covered form, a hunger in his gaze that made my skin prickle with unease. "I want you to stand up and give me back my jacket."

My eyes widened in shock. "What? But Professor, I thought-"

"You thought what?" He cut me off, his voice stern. "I would just let you borrow my jacket indefinitely? Now, stand up and return my property." His tone left no room for argument.

I slowly stood up, my legs wobbling a bit. I hesitated for a moment, then with shaking hands, my fingers hovered over the buttons of the jacket. Dr. Morrow raised an eyebrow, his expression expectant.

Swallowing hard, I undid the buttons one by one, the jacket falling open to reveal my nudity underneath. I shrugged it off my shoulders and held it out to him, my arm trembling slightly. He took it from my grasp and tossed it carelessly onto his desk.

There I stood, completely naked once again in front of my professor, my hands instinctively went up to cover my breasts.

Dr. Morrow tutted disapprovingly. "Now, now, none of that. Put your arms at your sides."

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I slowly lowered my arms, exposing myself fully to his hungry gaze. His eyes roamed over my body, taking in every curve and crevice. I could feel the heat of his gaze, as tangible as a physical touch.

"Very good, Alison," he purred, his voice like velvet. "You're a good student," he praised.

He stood right in front of me and reached out a hand, his fingers grazing along the side of my left breast. I flinched at his touch, a whimper escaping my lips. His fingers traced the curve of my breast, circling closer to my nipple which hardened under his touch. Shame and unwanted arousal swirled within me.

"Please Professor," I whispered shakily, "I don't know if I can do this."

His hand cupped my breast fully, kneading the soft flesh. "You are more than welcome to leave now and make your way back to your dorm… naked for the entire campus to see."

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I shook my head, his other hand slid down my stomach, inching closer to my bald pussy. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the sensation of his fingers probing my labia.

"Open your eyes," he commanded sternly. "Look at me."

Reluctantly, I opened my eyes, meeting his intense gaze. There was a dark hunger there, mixed with satisfaction at my submission. His finger found my clit and I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily.

"That's it, give in to it," he purred, rubbing slow circles. "You're going to be my perfect little pupil, aren't you Alison? So eager to please."

I bit my lip, holding back a moan as unwelcome pleasure built under his touch. He slipped a finger inside me, pumping slowly.

I wanted to pull away, to run and hide from his invasive fingering and hungry gaze. But I was frozen, trapped by my own desperation and the knowledge that he held my fate in his hands.

"From now on, you belong to me," he declared as he slid a second finger inside me, curling them to hit that sensitive spot that made my knees weak. I had to reach out and grip his shoulders to keep from collapsing as unwanted pleasure surged through me.

"You're so responsive, such a good little slut," he growled approvingly as he fingered me relentlessly. "I'm going to enjoy you, my perfect plaything."

My mind reeled at his crude words even as my body betrayed me, my hips rocking against his thrusting fingers of their own accord. I loathed myself for the needy whimpers that spilled from my lips, hated that he could make me feel this way.

He suddenly withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and aching. Before I could process the loss, he raised his slick digits towards my face. The scent of my pussy filled my nostrils as his fingers drew closer to my mouth. It tickled as his fingertips grazed the sensitive skin of my lips.

"Open," he ordered, his voice heavy with lust.

Blinking back tears, I parted my lips and took his fingers into my mouth. The musky taste of my own juices coated my tongue as I sucked and licked them clean. He groaned in approval, his other hand groping my breast.

"Such an obedient little pupil," he praised darkly.

Quick as lightning, he grabbed me by the hips and spun me around, bending me over his desk. I yelped in surprise, my hands scrabbling for purchase on the polished wood, scattering a few loose papers onto the floor. He kicked my feet apart, exposing my pussy and ass to his gaze.

"Time for your next lesson," he said, his voice taking on a lecturing tone. "I don’t want to hear a peep from you."

His hand came down on my bare ass with a sharp smack, causing me to bite my lip to stifle a cry. The sting spread through my skin like a blooming flower, igniting every nerve ending in its path. My body tensed as I braced myself for the next strike, but also couldn't help feeling a strange rush of excitement and anticipation.

His hand struck my ass again, a little harder this time. I buried my face in my folded arms, muffling my whimpers as he continued to spank my naked bottom. Each smack caused my pussy to tingle, stoking the embers of unwanted arousal. My ass cheeks burned, undoubtedly turning a bright shade of pink under his relentless palm. I squeezed my eyes shut, tears leaking from the corners as I tried to distance myself from the conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure. His hand rubbed over my heated flesh, soothing the sting before delivering one final sharp slap.

"Please, Professor..." I whimpered, unsure if I was begging him to stop or continue.

He then started gently, almost lovingly caressing my sore bottom as he softly spoke, “I am going to give you a little pop quiz before our final lesson of the day. Don’t worry, it’s only one question and it is multiple choice. Are you ready?”

I moaned softly, reluctantly enjoying the feeling of his hands soothing my stinging butt, “Yes, Dr. Morrow.”

He cleared his throat then posed the question, his voice taking on the tone he uses in the classroom, “I want Dr. Morrow to… a) cum in my mouth, b) cum in my pussy, or c) cum in my ass. Do you understand the question?”

I felt numb, my mind reeling from the question Dr. Morrow had just posed. The academic tone of his voice was in stark contrast to the lewdness of the options he presented. I couldn't believe this was happening, that I was bent naked over my professor's desk, my reddened ass on full display as he asked me how he should violate me.

I swallowed hard. "I... I understand, Professor," I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper. I knew “C” was out of the question, I had never done that before and I didn’t want my first time to be with him. So that left either sucking his dick or letting him fuck me.

He chuckled darkly, his hand still caressing my tender ass. "Good girl.”

Shame burned through me as I realized a part of me was thrilled by the depravity of it all, that my body was responding with a traitorous tingle of arousal. I tried to swallow but my mouth was suddenly dry, the words sticking in my throat.

"I...I don't..." I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Dr. Morrow tsked disapprovingly. "Come now, Alison. It's a simple question. Where do you want me to cum? In your mouth, your pussy, or your ass?"

Each vulgar option made me cringe but also sent an unwanted thrill straight to my core. I squeezed my eyes shut, hating myself for the way my body reacted.

"Please Dr. Morrow, I don’t want…," I pleaded, my voice cracking with despair.

Before I could finish my thought, his hand came down in a sharp smack on my ass, making me jump. "Don't make me ask again, Alison. Which hole do you want filled with my cum?"

Tears leaked from my eyes as I realized I had no options, I had to make a choice, but what course of action could I live with?

"B," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Cum... cum in my pussy, Professor." The words tasted bitter on my tongue, but in my mind it was the least degrading of the three.

"Excellent answer, Alison," he praised, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I knew you would ace the quiz. Although, from my point of view, there was really no wrong answer."

I heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down and the rustling of fabric. My body tensed, every muscle rigid with dread and anticipation. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my slit, already slick with my traitorous arousal.

He took a hold of my hips saying, "Here is your final lesson of the day," as he thrust into me with one sharp snap of his hips, burying himself in my tight wetness.

I cried out at the sudden intrusion, my fingers scrabbling against the smooth wood of his desk. He filled me completely, stretching me in a way I had never experienced before. The pain of the initial penetration quickly gave way to an aching fullness as my body adjusted to his girth.

He didn't even give me time to catch my breath before he started moving, setting a hard, punishing pace. The desk shook with each powerful thrust, the edge digging into the front of my thighs.

"Fuck, your little cunt feels so good wrapped around my cock," he grunted, slamming into me. "Taking me all in like the cum slut I know you are."

His crude words made me cringe even as my traitorous body responded, my pussy clenching around him. Each deep stroke hit that sensitive spot inside me, stoking the embers of unwelcome pleasure. I despised that a part of me enjoying being fucked like this.

Tears rolled down my face as he pounded into me relentlessly, each thrust jolting me forward against the hard edge of the desk. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to spill out. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing the unwanted enjoyment his brutal fucking was igniting within me.

But he seemed to sense it anyway, chuckling darkly as he leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back. "You love being fucked by my big cock, don’t you, Ms. Hartley?" he purred as he reached around an began fondling my tits.

I was shocked when I heard my own voice crying out, “Yes, yes, keep fucking my slutty little pussy.”

Dr. Morrow groped my breasts roughly as he continued his relentless assault, his hips slamming against my sore ass with each deep thrust. I was appalled at the words that had just spilled from my own mouth, but I couldn't deny the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in my womb as he took me over his desk.

"That's it, cunt," he grunted, pinching and rolling my nipples between his fingers. "Embrace the dirty little cum slut you are, begging for your professor's cock."

Shame burned through me but it only fueled the fire building inside me. I abhorred that my body was betraying me, hurtling towards a climax I didn't want but couldn't seem to stop. His filthy words were like gasoline on the flames, degrading yet arousing me in ways I didn't want to admit.

He drilled into me harder, the wet slapping sounds of our coupling obscenely loud in the quiet office. My pussy clenched around him as he hit that perfect spot inside me over and over, pushing me closer to the edge. My hands gripped the edge of the desk as his thrusts became erratic, his hands moving back to my hips holding me firmly.

With a final deep thrust, he buried himself deep in my womb, his cock pulsing as he shot his hot, thick cum deep into my sloppy pussy. I was so close to orgasm, teetering right on the edge when he collapsed on top of me. I let out a groan at my lack of release as his weight pressed me into the hard surface of the desk. He was breathing hard as his softening penis slipped out. I could feel his semen leaking out of me, running wet and sticky down my thigh.

Shame and self-loathing washed over me as I lay there, pinned beneath Dr. Morrow's weight, his cum leaking obscenely from my used pussy. I felt dirty, violated, like the cum slut he kept calling me. Tears streamed freely down my face as the full significance of what had just transpired hit me.

Dr. Morrow finally pushed himself off me and, with a calm detachment, pulled up his pants, as if what had just happened was nothing out of the ordinary. The scent of his release combined with the smells of leather and books that I originally found comforting, but now made me sick. I remained hunched over his desk, my naked, defiled body on full display like a cheap whore. A sense of disgust and violation filled every inch of my being, but I couldn't move, I just lay there like a used sex doll.

"You did well today, Ms. Hartley," he said casually, as if he was simply discussing a homework assignment and not the fact that he had just brutally fucked me. "I think this might just earn you a B… no, I am feeling generous today, a B+ in my class."

I slowly pushed myself up on shaky arms, my legs feeling like jelly. I couldn't bring myself to look at him, too ashamed and humiliated by my body's traitorous response to his violation.

With a slow, deliberate stride, he made his way around his desk and sat. His hand disappeared into the footwell, retrieving something from below and tossed it carelessly onto the surface in front of me. The weight of it landing echoed throughout the room. It was my backpack. “I confiscated that from Ms. Jennings as soon as she left the classroom,” he said nonchalantly, as he picked up a red felt tipped pen and began casually grading a stack of homework assignments. "You’re free to go now."

I just stood there dumbfounded staring at my backpack filled with my clothes sitting on his desk, my mind reeling. Dr. Morrow had my bag the entire time? He could have given it to me right away and spared me this horrific ordeal? But instead he had manipulated me, violated me, used me for his own twisted pleasure.

Anger and betrayal surged through me, temporarily overriding the shame and humiliation. My hands shook as I snatched up my bag, clutching it to my chest like a shield. I wanted to scream at him, to curse him for what he had done to me. But the words stuck in my throat, choked by the threat of tears.

I turned away from him, not wanting him to see the pain and confusion on my face. Setting my bag down on the chair, I unzipped it with shaking hands and pulled out my clothes, dressing as quickly as possible. I snatched up my backpack and on unsteady legs, I made my way to the door, desperate to escape this nightmare. My free hand grasped the doorknob, but Dr. Morrow's voice stopped me cold.

"Remember, Ms. Hartley," he said calmly, not even looking up from his grading. "If you would like to keep that B+, I’ll expect you here after every class for the remainder of the semester."

His words sent a chill down my spine, the implications clear. This wasn't over. He expected me to submit to more of his degrading "lessons". The thought made my stomach churn with dread and revulsion.

Biting back a sob, I wrenched open the door and fled, I needed to get away, to escape the suffocating shame and humiliation.

I ran blindly through the empty hall and burst out the door of the building into the sunlight, sprinting all the way back to my dorm room. Fumbling with my keys, I finally managed to unlock the door and stumble inside, slamming it shut and locking it behind me.

Only then, in the safety of my room, did I allow myself to break. I sank to the floor, my back pressed against the door as gut-wrenching sobs wracked my body. I hugged my knees to my chest, rocking back and forth as the full weight of what had happened crashed over me.