Eleanor felt uneasy and alone in the crowded lecture hall that Tuesday morning. She hadn’t slept much these past few days, and the few perfunctory words she and Eugene had exchanged since Friday had been limited to organizing household chores. She couldn’t shake the memory of being raped by Professor Robertson. And in the few moments she did manage to think of something else, she was consumed by guilt and regret over what she had done to Eugene.
She was hiding the dark circles under her eyes with concealer and had applied subtle makeup to add some healthy color to her otherwise lean and pale face in a desperate attempt to project some semblance of liveliness. Together with the tulle skirt Professor Robertson had asked her to wear again, she now looked more girly and less athletic than usual. She had hated every single compliment her friends had given her for the new look.
She had wanted to get rid of the skirt, but lacked the energy to actually do it. When she received Professor Robertson’s email, she ultimately decided to do as he had asked. She didn’t have the faintest idea why the skirt mattered to him at all, but after enduring so much, she didn’t want to risk upsetting him over something so trivial.
The heart in her chest was beating fast. The cacophony of voices filled the room like a thick fog. She dreaded the arrival of the man who taught the Introduction to Linear Algebra lecture every Tuesday, of the man who had invited her once more into his office to sign the contract that would keep her in his orbit for years to come. And there he was, entering the room a mere two minutes before the start of his lecture, just enough time to hook his laptop up to the projector and to open the slides for his presentation. Same procedure as every week.
He was wearing comfortable shoes, simple trousers, and a sweater vest over a long-sleeved white shirt, as always. The man with the appearance of a kind and slightly nerdy uncle scared her. He looked at her, briefly, just long enough for her to notice that he had noticed her. She gulped. The voices of her fellow students began to settle down. As the room grew quiet, the girl sitting next to her became aware of her labored breathing.
“Eli...?”
Ashley, a friend she’d met during orientation, carefully placed her hand on Eleanor’s shoulder. Even this tender touch was enough to startle her.
“Whoa, Eli, didn’t mean to scare you.”
Eleanor flinching like a beaten, frightened dog at the gentle touch startled Ashley in return. She turned her head and forced a smile.
“Sorry, I was lost in thought…”
The unexpected touch had surprised her, but now it also helped her calm down and forget about Professor Robertson for a moment. Ashley looked at her with concern. Her rejected hand still hovered in the air, unsure where to go.
“You okay? You look like you might faint at any moment.”
“You okay?” and “How are you?” - She had come to hate these questions over the last few days, no matter who asked them, whether it was her dad or friends like Ashley. There was no honest answer she could give.
“Uh… Just tired. I didn’t sleep well.”
An answer that wasn’t a lie, but also did nothing more than poke at the truth with a long stick from a distance. Ashley’s hand came to rest in her lap. She did little to hide the worry on her face.
“Okay, but let me know if you need some fresh air. I’ll go with you.”
Eleanor gave her a small nod in response. Then she heard the loud clap, Professor Robertson’s usual signal that indicated the start of the lecture. The remaining murmurs of the more than 200 students died down.
“Well, let’s begin. As always, welcome to your Introduction to Linear Algebra lecture. Today…”
He targeted Eleanor with his gaze. It was impossible for her to look away.
“Today I have something very special prepared for you.”
He paused for a second, his eyes lingering on her. She stared straight back at him, eyes wide. Then his gaze wandered over the crowd, and he began introducing the topic of the day.
Eleanor had trouble following the lecture. She was all too aware that his initial remark had been directed at her. His considerable effort to sell eigenvalues and eigenvectors as God’s gift to mankind failed to convince her otherwise.
As much as she tried to focus on what he was saying, her brain was incapable of resolving the tension between the everyday atmosphere of a harmless mathematics lecture and her sense that she was sitting in the presence of a dangerous predator. Fragmented notes full of unfinished sentences and large conceptual gaps between two consecutive bullet points defined the appearance of what she had scribbled on the spiral notebook in front of her. On the one hand, she wished for nothing more than for the lecture to be over. On the other hand, she knew that she’d have to talk to Professor Robertson then. One moment, the lecture felt like it was dragging forever, the next it was suddenly over.
Eleanor said goodbye to Ashley, then she waited for the other students to leave the lecture hall. In the end, only she and Professor Robertson remained in the room that felt disproportionately large for just the two of them. She walked toward him slowly as he went through his usual routine of shutting down his laptop, disconnecting it from the projector and putting it back into his bag. For every step she took forward, she wanted to take two back. But she reached him nevertheless.
“Professor Robertson…?”
He must have heard the uncertainty in her voice, but he looked back at her with an elated smile on his lips.
“Eleanor, please. For the assistants in the department, I’m Anthony. You haven’t signed the contract yet, but that’s a mere formality at this point. I hope that’s alright with you?”
She couldn’t tell whether his question contained a subtle threat.
“Yes, that’s fine... uh… Anthony…”
He gave her a satisfied nod.
“You seemed a bit distracted during the lecture. Is everything alright?”
His question made her wonder how much attention he had paid to her during the lecture. She had to clear her throat.
“I… I usually try to go over the topic of the day before the lecture. But I didn’t have time for that this week. That’s why it was harder for me than usual to follow you, Profes… Anthony.”
It was impossible for her to look him in the eye while talking to him. The mask of the kind professor was nothing more than a trap to her at this point. A trap she could be caught in any minute again.
“Mhm, I see. I’m sure you’ll manage to catch up to where we are. But trust me, eigenvectors are a topic that will stay with you long after this course. You really shouldn’t fall behind on that. Anyway, let’s get the paperwork done, shall we?”
With one hand he directed her toward the door, letting her go first as if he were the perfect gentleman. The other came to rest on her back, nudging her gently forward. Her body tensed up immediately, fists clenched, her fingernails digging into her palms. Reluctantly, she yielded to the soft pressure on her back and began to move. The idea that he’d walk half a step behind her, just out of her sight, made her skin crawl.
Anthony followed Eleanor as they left the lecture hall. She was obviously tense, but she had attended his lecture, put on the skirt he asked for, approached him on her own, and endured his touch. He was content, and even more than that, he was full of gleeful anticipation. Everything was going according to plan. She obeyed him.
Ironically, today’s lecture was the first one in months he was able to give normally with no involuntary erections to hide. It was as if knowing that he’d fuck her in the elevator soon allowed him to negotiate with his own body.
They went down the corridor until they reached the lobby of the tall building. He could see the elevator that would become the centerpiece of his plan. After today, the usual boring elevator ride to the 13th floor would never be the same again, forever carrying a pleasant aftertaste, of that he was certain.
But then his plan almost failed. If they took the elevator now, they would have to share it with Ms. Johnson, a chemistry professor. She was on course to arrive at the elevator at the same time and would get off on the eighth floor. He had to think of something fast. His eyes fell on the small coffee bar in the lobby, a place students and faculty alike frequented between lectures.
“Eleanor, would you like a coffee too?”
Eleanor just kept walking, her thoughts elsewhere, as if she hadn’t heard him at all. He hurried after her and grabbed her shoulder when he tried to get her attention again.
“Eleanor…”
The girl flinched. A quick, surprised scream escaped her mouth. The line of people waiting at the coffee bar turned their heads to them. Anthony got nervous and immediately let go of her shoulder again.
“… Coffee? I’m getting one for myself. Do you want one too? My treat.”
Eleanor looked puzzled.
“Uh… yes, sure… Coffee, yeah, why not…”
The small crowd that had looked at them seemed to lose interest again. Anthony got in line with Eleanor and tried his best to engage her in harmless small talk. She wasn’t fully there though. Not much later, he held two cups of hot coffee in his hands. He gave one to Eleanor.
His coffee diversion had worked as intended. The elevator had just returned to the first floor and nobody else was waiting to get in. He pressed the button signaling that they wanted to go up, waited for the door to open, and then stepped inside. Together.
1st floor
Eleanor entered the elevator first. The warm coffee made her aware of how cold her fingers were. She turned around and saw Professor Rob… Anthony closing in on her.
The moment reminded her of when she had been about to leave his office. Intuitively, she looked at his crotch and she recognized the same bulge she had seen in his office seconds before he had kissed her.
Her breathing grew heavy. Instinctively, she took a step back. Anthony stood in front of her with undeniable hunger in his eyes. She had tried to prepare herself for the possibility that he wanted to abuse her a second time in his office. But she couldn’t fathom the thought that he might want to… here in the elevator?
She saw him take a quick glance over his shoulder. Without turning around, he pressed the button for the 13th floor. Devoid of even a hint of shame, he opened the fly of his trousers. Panicking, she crushed the paper cup in her hand, and immediately after let it fall to the ground when she felt the hot liquid pouring over her skin. She briefly considered dashing past him out of the elevator. But the doors were already sliding shut, and she was alone, with him.
The doors sliding shut were the starting gun. One moment, her eyes were fixated on the erect penis he had pulled from his open fly. The next, he dropped his coffee too and lunged toward her. He grabbed her shoulders, spun her 90 degrees, and slammed her into the wall behind her. Her back hurt. She assumed he had turned her because he didn’t want to push her into the mirrored wall opposite the door.
He quickly pushed up her skirt, wrapped her left leg around his hip, and tore the simple white panties off her body, tearing them apart in the process. In that moment she realized why he had asked her to wear the skirt again. For access. Pulling tight jeans off her legs would have taken too long for what he had planned.
She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to feel him inside her again. She didn’t want to be found by anyone while he humiliated her, while he fucked her.
“Please… not here…”
This was all she managed to say, a desperate plea. And his only response was the dripping tip of his hard cock parting her soft lips.
2nd floor
Everything went according to plan. The skirt had given him easy access to her underwear. One sharp tug was enough to tear her panties apart and rip them off her. He could feel it again, the warmth of her tender folds embracing the tip of his cock.
She had groaned when he pushed her into the wall, but she remained quiet. Good, he thought, she didn’t intend to scream for help. He had done some research on her over the weekend. Apparently, she was a talented kickboxer. That explained the trained body. More importantly, it told him she knew how to endure pain.
He had no time to lose and rammed his cock into the unwilling girl in front of him. But he didn’t manage to penetrate her fully with a single thrust. He saw her turn her head to the side, close her eyes, and grit her teeth. Her hands were on his shoulders, her strong fingers digging into his muscles as he forced himself into her. He was relentless in his assault, pushing into her again immediately. This time he filled her to the hilt.
3rd floor
“Hnngg…!”
Her pained moan filled the small space. He was inside her again. She endured the invasion, but her body resisted him, even more so than the first time. His penis had carved a path into her again despite her entire body cramping up, her vagina trying to crush him. It was impossible for her to see the hardened appendage violating her as an instrument of lust and passion. It was a crowbar, nothing more than a tool to break her open. And that was exactly what she felt when he began fucking her with a steady rhythm of violent thrusts: a hot metal rod pressed into her over and over again.
“Ah!… Hmpf…!”
She forced herself to open her eyes and glance at the mirror to her right. She saw his hand sliding under her long-sleeved top, confirming that she hadn’t imagined the sensation of his fingers creeping over her stomach.
The girl in the mirror looked passive, lifeless. Every thrust pushed her body a little up the wall, only for her to sink back down when he pulled back. When he began to kiss the girl’s neck, she couldn’t help but be reminded of a praying mantis holding and devouring a smaller insect. The girl was her, she realized. She felt insignificant.
4th floor
Anthony could feel how much stronger she was than him. His shoulders ached under her powerful grip, his fingers traced the sharp contours of the hard muscles on her stomach. Only between her legs did male hardness triumph over soft femininity. Her stronger arms, which could overpower him at any moment, lay still while her battered cunt fought tooth and nail and still lost. With every advance into her resistant body, he felt himself taking root in her. He was convinced that nothing would dislodge his cock from her cunt, nothing but his own will.
He could hear her resistance in her labored, painful grunts. He could feel it in the brutal tightness of her vagina. He could sense it in the tension of her muscles. It wouldn’t have surprised him if he could have smelled her aversion. Only the tit in his hand was as delicate and soft as that of any willing woman.
He had torn the bra from her chest and dug his fingers into the youthful flesh. A hard nipple peeked out between his index and middle finger. The tender fat of her squashed breast bulged out between his fingers. He disliked that she refused to look at him.
“Look at me!”
He ordered her. Reluctantly, she faced him. Then he pressed his lips onto hers.
5th floor
She detested the taste of his tongue. He was now not only raping her vagina, but her mouth as well. How often would she have to endure this? Her body ached. Compared to the first assault, he seemed intent on hurting her this time. Back in his office, he had simply been indifferent to what she felt. But this time, he had brutally smashed her against the wall. This time, he had violently thrust into her from the get-go. This time, he crushed her breasts in his fist. This time, he was devouring her with his lips.
Her body refused to lubricate to ease her pain at all. Maybe a single elevator ride was just too short for her body to adapt to her violation, to accept it. Maybe her body had already gone past the limit of what she was able to endure while her mind still struggled. Whatever the reason was, this time, her body didn’t yield.
6th floor
Anthony took his hand off her breast, pulled his tongue out of her mouth, and let his thumb harass her tongue instead. He looked into the mirror to his left.
The mirror revealed a grotesque spectacle. Two puddles of spilled coffee were slowly merging into one, and a torn pair of panties had begun to soak up the brown liquid. Leaning against the wall, there was a young woman with sad eyes enduring thrust after thrust into her body. Penetrating her got more difficult the longer he fucked her, not smoother as he had expected. He wasn’t able to force his shape so easily onto her channel this time.
He barely recognized the man in the mirror. He didn’t see some middle-aged math professor having his way with a young student. He saw unconstrained desire, a relentless perpetual motion machine prying her untamed cunt open again and again with undiminished intensity despite her ever growing resistance. It was as if with every thrust some of her youth was transferred to him. He savored every second.
Was this what fucking Victoria would have been like when he was younger? Did the daughter’s cunt take after her mother’s? He was sure he’d fill her tight fun hole with his sperm before the elevator arrived on the 13th floor.
7th floor
To Eleanor, the elevator ride felt indescribably long. With every floor, she entered another circle of hell. She could feel the penis inside her swelling further, how it kept claiming more and more of her most intimate space.
He had shoved her bra up over her tits. Every thrust sent a shockwave through her body, making her breasts jump. The brutality with which he had kneaded the soft tissue hardened her nipples against her will. Now they rubbed harder and faster against the fabric of her top the faster he drove into her. If this went on much longer, her nipples would grow sore from the friction. But the elevator ride would end long before it came to that, she hoped.
8th floor
Anthony tried to accelerate his thrusts. How successful he was, he didn’t know. But Eleanor’s moans getting louder made it clear that she could feel the increase in intensity. A mere week ago he couldn’t have imagined this fantasy becoming reality. Now though he was planning ahead for the coming weeks and months. He had left all his inhibitions behind.
He’d have her blow him during a lecture. He would need a taste of her ass soon. And in three weeks, Marla would be out of town for a few days for a conference. This would be the perfect opportunity to invite Eleanor to his house. He’d be able to take her for as long and as often as he wanted to. Without fearing any interruptions, he would take his time forcing an orgasm out of her body. He’d make her beg him to fuck her. By the time he was done with her, she wouldn’t even remember what her pussy felt like when it was not dripping his cum!
He could see it clearly. She belonged to him. She had surrendered herself like her mother never did.
9th floor
“Argh… Mhmpf…”
Eleanor kept suppressing her voice. With every thrust she felt him reach a little deeper than before, and her growing frustration with the intrusive sensation gave rise to something new. Not submission, but anger. She couldn’t tell whether this anger was directed at him or herself.
She imagined what her life would be like from now on. Would she have to account for Anthony wanting to fuck her at any moment she was on campus? After his lecture? During work? Would she have to start taking the pill to avoid getting pregnant from him? Would bringing spare underwear become part of her daily routine, since she would have to expect that he might destroy it or stain it with his semen whenever he desired her?
It would take her four years to finish her bachelor’s degree, longer if she did her master’s here too. Would she be able to properly study mathematics though? To attend lectures, focus on what she was supposed to learn, make her friends and family believe that everything was fine while she felt like she was falling apart at the seams? And for what? For the solution to a problem that only mattered in the first place if she was able to live a normal student life. To do all that, she’d have to become his willing mistress who enjoyed sleeping with him. And that was truly unimaginable for her.
His thumb stopped harassing her tongue and slipped out of her mouth. Shortly after, she felt him grabbing her ass, pulling her hips even closer into his. He still wanted to penetrate her deeper. Her eyes opened wide. Not out of fear, not out of shock. But out of rage.
10th floor
Anthony’s orgasm was close. He kneaded her toned ass with his hand, pulling her body even closer against his. He wanted to be as deep in her as possible when he finally came. He kissed her neck. He could hear her breath grow heavy. Her cunt tightened so much around his cock that it hurt. He felt her fingers cut into his shoulders, the pain her grip inflicted overshadowed only by the excitement of his imminent release. Her whole body was trembling in anticipation of what they both knew was coming soon.
A giant load of hot sperm would flood her violated cunt, and without any underwear to catch the gooey mess between her legs, she would feel it running down her thighs unless it dripped immediately from her stretched hole to the ground. The thought alone aroused him to no end.
He’d have to take her a second time in his office. Although he had enjoyed overcoming her body’s resistance, he was now looking forward to using his own cum as lube for a smoother second round. He was just past the point of no return. Coming inside her was inevitable now. There was only one thing left for him to do. He placed his lips directly next to her ear. He whispered:
“I love coming inside you, Victoria!”
11th floor
“I love coming inside you, Victoria!”
Had she really heard him say that? Her mother’s name? She was snorting like an enraged bull. She didn’t want to feel him inside her anymore, not his cock, not his sperm, nothing. Not now and never again. She knew he was about to come inside her even without his triumphant declaration. But his words had been the last straw. The realization that her torment might be linked to her mother somehow fueled her wrath even more. She saw out of the corner of her eye the arrogant, smug smile on his lips, reflecting the sheer delight with which he had whispered those words directly into her ear. She had enough.
Eleanor suddenly pushed Anthony away, releasing her tight grip on his shoulders. He staggered backwards. The penis, which mere moments ago had seemed firmly anchored inside her, slipped out of her with ease. The leg Anthony had been holding up dropped back to the floor. Eleanor followed the stumbling professor with a quick step forward. She dropped low like she had practiced thousands of times, and rammed her powerful fist into his solar plexus without even a hint of restraint.
Caught completely off-guard, Anthony took the hit without tensing his muscles for impact. The punch took his breath away and made him stumble even further until he stepped into the spilled coffee and lost his footing. If not for the wall behind him, he would have fallen onto his back then and there. Instead he slammed into the wall and began slowly sliding to the floor. Eleanor took a good look at him.
12th floor
Anthony had been caught off-guard by Eleanor’s sudden counterattack. He couldn’t breathe. Although his mouth hung wide open, no oxygen reached his lungs. A quiet rattle used up the last bit of air left in them.
His body slowly slid down the wall. Before he reached the floor, the first heavy spurt of his sperm burst forth from his urethra. His hard cock was reduced to being a fountain, squirting his semen almost vertically into the air. It was the worst orgasm of his life, devoid of pleasure, no more than a physiological process his panicked, aching body didn’t know how to stop now that it had begun.
Holding his stomach and desperately gasping for air, he saw the sperm he had wanted to pump into Eleanor shoot up until it seemed to hover in the air for a moment. Then it yielded to gravity and splashed onto the floor.
His ability to breathe returned with the second massive spurt. He greedily inhaled the air his body had denied him, only to collapse into a pathetic cough. He looked at Eleanor. He saw her looking at him, breathing heavily, but otherwise calm. He knew immediately that whatever power he had believed he had over her had evaporated the moment she hit him. So far he had been shocked. Now he was afraid.
13th floor
Eleanor examined the man who had tormented her so much. There he was, cowering, wheezing, coughing, spraying his sperm uncontrollably in the elevator. A sweaty, middle-aged man struggling to regain his composure while his body refused to obey him. He was almost literally scattering his seed in the wind.
He was a pathetic sight. Spilled coffee dripped off his shoes, his face was distorted from pain, and one hand clutched his small, aching belly. Finally, the sperm fountain died down until only small droplets kept trickling out of the softening penis. Why had she granted such a pathetic man so much power over her?
She didn’t know what would happen next. But even if all this ended with nobody believing her, and her having to leave this college behind, she knew that she had done the right thing. The elevator arrived on the 13th floor and the doors opened.
With the doors open, Eleanor took a look outside. There was nobody out there, just an empty hallway. Then her gaze fell back on Professor Robertson who was also scanning the hallway for witnesses. Seemingly overwhelmed by panic, he shoved his soft, still dripping penis back into his pants. His eyes darted back and forth between her coffee-soaked panties and his sperm.
Eleanor had no interest in the torn underwear. Getting rid of the evidence was his problem, not hers. If somebody came by after all, she’d gladly leave it to him to come up with an explanation for the state of the elevator. She saw him crawl toward the panties. She readjusted her bra under her top, then she stepped outside.
She had taken only a single step out of the elevator when something occurred to her.
“Professor Robertson?”
She turned around and addressed him calmly. He was using her panties as a makeshift rag to wipe the sperm off the floor. The spilled coffee he’d be able to explain somehow, she surmised. But female underwear and sperm would provide a bigger challenge. He looked up at her, his fear clearly visible in his eyes. Sweat was dripping off his face.
“I’d prefer it if you continued to address me as Ms. Price.”
That was all she had left to say. She turned around and left him to himself. She walked toward the stairs. She had enough of elevators for the day. She ran into Ms. Green from the department office on her way. She had briefly spoken to her the week before, when she had been looking for Professor Robertson’s office. Eleanor gave her a quick nod, then she turned toward the stairwell. She glanced back at the elevator one last time. Ms. Green and Professor Robertson were talking. Although she couldn’t hear them, she had an idea of how he was struggling to come up with an explanation for his appearance, the coffee on the floor, and the fact that she was leaving. Then she went down the stairs.
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Ok, this took a while! But this was a long chapter. I hope my translation does the original justice.
Since the last chapter, quite a few of you voted in the poll or rated even the original German version but didn't rate this story. I would very much appreciate a rating and comments for the translation too.
Chapter 5 left, that's three more parts.
