Becca’s Chemistry Experiment
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Category:
Erotica › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
18,152
Reviews:
3
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."
Becca’s Chemistry Experiment
All the Yummy stuff starts in chapter two. Enjoy and if you don't like it...simple don't read it.
She could feel the hot gaze of someone watching her, even though the room was empty and there was nobody to be seen out the window she knew it. She knew it and that fact alone sent shivers up and down her spine. Mentally cursing herself for staying far after schools late hours she packed up her books and took once last quick scan of the library. The only reason she was even there was to preserve the perfect 4.0 and her only chance in getting a scholarship that would pay for college. After the last chemistry test and the alarming D- that graced the top of it late hours seemed the only rational option.
The sun was setting outside casting eerie shadows across the school yard, the bus stop in the distance completely empty. That was the one good thing, she wouldn’t have to share the bench with anyone else. Which would mean the bus would most likely have open seats today.
A twig snapped, her head twisted towards the direction of the sound.
Quickening her pace to a walking run she continued on her way to the safety of the well light bus stop. She was almost there, almost there when she heard footsteps behind her. Wishing that she was taller then her sad 5 foot 3 so at least she would look more intimidating, she turned around to confront the foot steps.
No one was behind her.
Thinking is incredibly odd and creepy she let out a deep sigh of relief, and turned around.
Only to find and amonia soaked handkerchief hit her face and strong arms cover and restrain her body.
All when black.
Time had passed, having no idea how much though and with a raging headache to slow her down she came to. Assessments were made. One hands were tied, two she was in something that suspiciously looked like a large dog crate, three her cloths had magically dissevered leaving her as naked and the day she was born. Before she had a chance to feel fear and low schilling laugh trickled into the dark basement looking room.
At the far corner a man sat, late thirty’s the sides of his dark hair were peppered gray. Crisp whit collared shirt, sleeves rolled and tie undone revealing toned tanned arms. Glasses framed a rugged and handsome face. A twisted grin revealed pearly white teeth.It was none other then her Chemistry Processor.
“Hello Becca.” baritone voice echoing through the room.
“Dr. Yates?!”
She could feel the hot gaze of someone watching her, even though the room was empty and there was nobody to be seen out the window she knew it. She knew it and that fact alone sent shivers up and down her spine. Mentally cursing herself for staying far after schools late hours she packed up her books and took once last quick scan of the library. The only reason she was even there was to preserve the perfect 4.0 and her only chance in getting a scholarship that would pay for college. After the last chemistry test and the alarming D- that graced the top of it late hours seemed the only rational option.
The sun was setting outside casting eerie shadows across the school yard, the bus stop in the distance completely empty. That was the one good thing, she wouldn’t have to share the bench with anyone else. Which would mean the bus would most likely have open seats today.
A twig snapped, her head twisted towards the direction of the sound.
Quickening her pace to a walking run she continued on her way to the safety of the well light bus stop. She was almost there, almost there when she heard footsteps behind her. Wishing that she was taller then her sad 5 foot 3 so at least she would look more intimidating, she turned around to confront the foot steps.
No one was behind her.
Thinking is incredibly odd and creepy she let out a deep sigh of relief, and turned around.
Only to find and amonia soaked handkerchief hit her face and strong arms cover and restrain her body.
All when black.
Time had passed, having no idea how much though and with a raging headache to slow her down she came to. Assessments were made. One hands were tied, two she was in something that suspiciously looked like a large dog crate, three her cloths had magically dissevered leaving her as naked and the day she was born. Before she had a chance to feel fear and low schilling laugh trickled into the dark basement looking room.
At the far corner a man sat, late thirty’s the sides of his dark hair were peppered gray. Crisp whit collared shirt, sleeves rolled and tie undone revealing toned tanned arms. Glasses framed a rugged and handsome face. A twisted grin revealed pearly white teeth.It was none other then her Chemistry Processor.
“Hello Becca.” baritone voice echoing through the room.
“Dr. Yates?!”