Predetermination
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,385
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Predetermination
Pale sunlight filtered through the window of Brian Christian's classroom, falling lazily across his best student in a nearly poetic fashion. As the scratch of pencils bristled through the unusually quiet air of first period, he contemplated Chastity Bennett.
She was without a doubt the most intelligent, beautiful and upbeat student he had ever had. Her grades were straight A's, her smile bright, he answers thoughtful and informative. Brian knew that within that young woman was a success waiting to happen.
Her success, however, was not so much the topic of his thoughts. More so were her soft curves and delicately pink skin, her golden locks falling gently and framing her round cheeks. In general he preferred darker-haired women, but Chastity had that classic beauty to her, and she was irresistible. If she had only known that when he stood over her and watched her work, he could barely contain the urge to seize her by the nape of the neck and lock his lips against hers. To feel the soft silkiness of her skin against his own and to run his tongue across her whole body, so obviously unclaimed by any man on the planet.
What would she think of that, he wondered, watching the sun play on her shining hair.
And when his thoughts ventured into the darker subjects, as they always invariably did...
Brian became lost in a daydream. It was vague as to details, formless, a mere mental mass of harsh cries and desperate pleas for mercy. To caress her, yes, would be fantastic... but to take her forcefully, to satisfy himself in every way, to hear her sobbing beneath him... it did not bear thinking about in public. The results could only be outstanding, as it were.
Brian rose. Study time was over.
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Chastity Bennett wrote neatly in her spiral-bound notebook, filling page after page with memorized notes. Her small, rounded writing was much like her personality - reserved yet elegant, pretty yet not showy.
Chastity was a girl with one mindset - to make something of herself and lead a good life. She tried hard in school, maybe sometimes too hard, but she was bright and willful. This made her proud, but not too proud; she was a genuinely pleasant person, and thought neither too high or too low of herself.
"All right, put away your notes. I'm handing out the test and there is to be no talking," her teacher said loudly. He was Mr. Christian, and he was her favorite teacher. He always had time for Chastity's questions or to help her study, and he made the lessons entertaining through his energetic personality.
As she closed her dark red notebook and slid it under her desk, Mr. Christian placed a test paper in front of her. His face, especially those bright, nearly grass-green eyes, lit up as he smiled at her.
“Going to do well on the test today, Chass?”
“Absolutely!”
Chastity leaned her head over the desk and began to read the stapled handout carefully. This grade, like all her others, would be excellent. She just knew it.
+
Brian continued to pass out the test papers, subtly eyeing a black-haired beauty that sat in the back row. He knew she had a tongue piercing – she'd showed it off the day she got it – and that her body molded to her tight dark clothes like a second skin. She was not the brilliant light that Chastity was, nor so elegant and innocent, but still he submitted to think of her now and again. Her body bent over his desk, round ass exposed and pink, and between those stocking-clad thighs a waiting pussy. As he distributed the last few tests he imagined teasing it, slowly, before ramming her from behind until she begged for orgasm.
Truly he did love his job.
He had never touched a student, even when a senior girl had more or less thrown herself on him a couple years previously. It was his general policy: look, but do not touch. Not even a little touch, no matter how sneaky. Contact with the girls was professional only, and he never allowed it to wander.
Chastity, though, was presenting a serious problem. He longed to fuck her, to take that innocence and hold it high above her and take it as his own. Her consent was out of the question; not only did she wear a purity ring with modest pride, but something worse lurked in his soul. He longed to rip her apart, to destroy that glow within her until all that remained was a blackened remnant of the girl she had once been. He wanted to make her cry until the tears would no longer flow.
He wanted it so badly he could feel it, feel the burn in his groin when he saw her in class and in the halls. When she left school, riding her red bicycle through the parking lot, he saw her tight ass raised above the seat, saw her thighs pumping. The standard-issue grey pleated skirt that was part of the school uniform fit her so perfectly, and he longed to tear it from her round hips.
Doubt clouded his mind. Could he resist taking her by force, resist stealing away that purity he wanted so badly? He didn't know. He knew he would try not to, and if he failed...
He couldn't honestly say he'd regret it.
She was without a doubt the most intelligent, beautiful and upbeat student he had ever had. Her grades were straight A's, her smile bright, he answers thoughtful and informative. Brian knew that within that young woman was a success waiting to happen.
Her success, however, was not so much the topic of his thoughts. More so were her soft curves and delicately pink skin, her golden locks falling gently and framing her round cheeks. In general he preferred darker-haired women, but Chastity had that classic beauty to her, and she was irresistible. If she had only known that when he stood over her and watched her work, he could barely contain the urge to seize her by the nape of the neck and lock his lips against hers. To feel the soft silkiness of her skin against his own and to run his tongue across her whole body, so obviously unclaimed by any man on the planet.
What would she think of that, he wondered, watching the sun play on her shining hair.
And when his thoughts ventured into the darker subjects, as they always invariably did...
Brian became lost in a daydream. It was vague as to details, formless, a mere mental mass of harsh cries and desperate pleas for mercy. To caress her, yes, would be fantastic... but to take her forcefully, to satisfy himself in every way, to hear her sobbing beneath him... it did not bear thinking about in public. The results could only be outstanding, as it were.
Brian rose. Study time was over.
+
Chastity Bennett wrote neatly in her spiral-bound notebook, filling page after page with memorized notes. Her small, rounded writing was much like her personality - reserved yet elegant, pretty yet not showy.
Chastity was a girl with one mindset - to make something of herself and lead a good life. She tried hard in school, maybe sometimes too hard, but she was bright and willful. This made her proud, but not too proud; she was a genuinely pleasant person, and thought neither too high or too low of herself.
"All right, put away your notes. I'm handing out the test and there is to be no talking," her teacher said loudly. He was Mr. Christian, and he was her favorite teacher. He always had time for Chastity's questions or to help her study, and he made the lessons entertaining through his energetic personality.
As she closed her dark red notebook and slid it under her desk, Mr. Christian placed a test paper in front of her. His face, especially those bright, nearly grass-green eyes, lit up as he smiled at her.
“Going to do well on the test today, Chass?”
“Absolutely!”
Chastity leaned her head over the desk and began to read the stapled handout carefully. This grade, like all her others, would be excellent. She just knew it.
+
Brian continued to pass out the test papers, subtly eyeing a black-haired beauty that sat in the back row. He knew she had a tongue piercing – she'd showed it off the day she got it – and that her body molded to her tight dark clothes like a second skin. She was not the brilliant light that Chastity was, nor so elegant and innocent, but still he submitted to think of her now and again. Her body bent over his desk, round ass exposed and pink, and between those stocking-clad thighs a waiting pussy. As he distributed the last few tests he imagined teasing it, slowly, before ramming her from behind until she begged for orgasm.
Truly he did love his job.
He had never touched a student, even when a senior girl had more or less thrown herself on him a couple years previously. It was his general policy: look, but do not touch. Not even a little touch, no matter how sneaky. Contact with the girls was professional only, and he never allowed it to wander.
Chastity, though, was presenting a serious problem. He longed to fuck her, to take that innocence and hold it high above her and take it as his own. Her consent was out of the question; not only did she wear a purity ring with modest pride, but something worse lurked in his soul. He longed to rip her apart, to destroy that glow within her until all that remained was a blackened remnant of the girl she had once been. He wanted to make her cry until the tears would no longer flow.
He wanted it so badly he could feel it, feel the burn in his groin when he saw her in class and in the halls. When she left school, riding her red bicycle through the parking lot, he saw her tight ass raised above the seat, saw her thighs pumping. The standard-issue grey pleated skirt that was part of the school uniform fit her so perfectly, and he longed to tear it from her round hips.
Doubt clouded his mind. Could he resist taking her by force, resist stealing away that purity he wanted so badly? He didn't know. He knew he would try not to, and if he failed...
He couldn't honestly say he'd regret it.