Women's Studies

<i><b>Part 0: Prologue: A seed is planted</b>

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All characters appearing in erotic scenes as 18+.


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<b>Story-Codes:</b> mc M/f slow impregnation humiliation revenge
exhibition

<b>Explanation of Story-Codes:</b> This chapter contains: nonconsensual
mind control (mc); sex between a dominant man and a submissive or
controlled woman (M/f); nonconsensual sex (i.e., rape, but it's pretty
tame in this chapter); revenge and a little casual impregnation. This
story is also slow (i.e., long segments of bad fiction writing get in
the way of raw sex scenes). Also, for your enjoyment, I've inserted an
few typos and grammatical error.

<b>Series Synopsis:</b> Maggie falls under the control of her ex-husband,
David, who humiliates her by manipulating her to transform from feminist
activist to subservient, make-up-wearing sex worker.

<b>Chapter Synopsis:</b> This Thanksgiving is a very happy day for
Psychology professor David Warner and his graduate student, although they
won't know it until she misses her period in a couple weeks. David is
satisfied that his control over his student is permanent and complete. He
finds himself planning his revenge on his man-hating ex-wife, Maggie
Molloy.</i>

*****

<b>Prologue: A seed is planted</b>

Professor David Warner's comfortable apartment smelled delightful —
just the way all homes should smell on Thanksgiving, with a turkey
roasting in the oven and a pumpkin pie cooling on the range. Many a
home might sound louder today, with extended family gathered together,
raucous and laughing. No doubt that described David's parents' house
right now, but David preferred soft jazz and the company of a special
girl. A quiet Thanksgiving at home was a soothing balm for a day that
sometimes brought friction because David was the middle child and only
boy among five girls, all of whom married fairly loud, loutish men.

Besides the coarse company, there would be the questions and the comments:

"Your sisters' kids will be too old to play with yours!"

"When are you going to have a son to carry on the family name!? I'm not
getting any younger!"

"When are you going to find another girlfriend? Just because she broke
your heart doesn't mean all women are going to do the same..."

"That bitch! I never liked her... She wasn't good for you..."

"Don't you want to settle down and have kids?"

"You shouldn't wait too long... You're not getting any younger!"

In fact, you won't be surprised to find out that, at 39, David knew
very well that he was getting older. Making a baby was actually part
of the reason he didn't travel to his parent's home. He would enjoy
showing the girl off to the family someday. His brothers-in-law would
drool and be idiots, pissing off his sisters who would be envious and
catty at first, until they realized what a kind heart she had —
then they'd be really envious but secretly catty, because the girl was
literally the stuff of which wet dreams are made. She was amazingly
beautiful, easily the most beautiful woman he'd personally known, and
models became insecure when she entered the room. When David found out
that she was also brilliant, he was utterly smitten.

To make matters worse (or far, far better), her family was obscenely
wealthy. Her grandfather was richer than God. David was no pauper,
but she was half his age and one hundred times wealthier. It was a
strange feeling for David to be the poor one, but he charmed her with
his expertise and worldliness. Also he took full advantage of what his
ex-wife (the bitch!) would call "male privilege."

But right now, all David really wanted was to fuck this girl's brains
out. She hadn't been using protection for a week and they had been
fucking all the time. He saw no reason to let Thanksgiving get in the way.

So, there they were seated, naked, on his living room couch. Well,
David was seated on the couch, and the girl was seated on David. She
was straddling him, running her hard nipples over his chest as she
delightfully impaled herself upon his rigid cock. Her hot, wet pussy
was gripping his member hard and she was grinding herself against him,
rapidly driving herself towards a second climax. Every time she flexed
her hips, she rubbed the tip of David's cock against her cervix, driving
both of them crazy with ecstasy.

She had been kissing him passionately, but right now her head was
thrown back and she was loudly declaring his cock to be the finest in
the land. Also, she apparently wanted the neighbors to know that she was
about to cum. David was normally a secretive person but in his present
state of extreme arousal, he was very turned on by her loud dirty talk.
He would sooner die than discourage her — let the neighbors be a
trifle miffed. It would be their cherished family story in a few years,
about the crazy neighbors having extremely loud sex on Thanksgiving
Day and how Nana kept telling the kids to turn down that "sinful"
television program.

Calling David's paramour a girl was unfair. She was a graduate student
finishing up her first semester and handily achieving high marks in all
her classes. David was her academic advisor, but she wasn't taking any
classes from him. When he met her at orientation he'd been delighted that
she'd been assigned to him for advising, but then it dawned on him that,
as her advisor, any relationship would be ethically questionable. Although
he was tenured and therefore secure, getting caught at that kind of
thing could easily get him thrown off the faculty. At first, that made
him angry, but then he thought, "Fuck 'em!" because this girl was far,
far too good to pass up. Besides, he thought he could handle it if
anyone complained.

But the girl wasn't just a student and a sex toy for him, although she
was both of those — she was also unwittingly a participant in a
secret and highly unethical experiment. It had started with research on
so-called "truth serum" drugs like sodium thiopental. This class of drugs
decreases higher cortical brain functioning and because misrepresentation
is cognitively more effort than reporting the truth, it was hoped that
these drugs would induce honest responding. And, indeed, suppression of
the higher cortical functions was observed to make subjects very talkative
and to appear to be quite cooperative with researchers. However, the
reliability of information divulged while under the effects of sodium
pentathol had been found to be extremely questionable and truth serums
have been relegated to a tired trope in bad erotic literature.

However, such drugs have been found to reliably leave a person susceptible
to suggestion and even to alternation of their memories. David's
university, GGSU, happened to have one if the world's foremost
pharmacological organic chemists on the faculty. He happened to have
done his undergrad there (Go Gardeners!), otherwise they never could
have landed such a big fish. He anchored the third-ranked pharmacological
chemistry department in the US. When the CIA needed someone to evaluate
the risks of truth serum experiments using dithiotimobenzocate (DTB) by
hostile regimes, they turned to GGSU. And that chemist, Jack Learnert,
an old friend of David's, turned to him to test the DTB on human subjects.

Their research was eye-opening. DTB was fairly easy to synthesize and
turned out to have powerful mind-altering effects on participants. About
15 minutes after administering the drug, cooperative participants could be
talked into almost anything through suggestion, and David had shown that
participant's memories could be permanently altered by use of the right
suggestion technique while the drug was active. The suggestion and memory
effects persisted long after the effects of the drug wore off —
potentially permanently. Researchers at GGSU had improved the effect
of the drug while weaponizing it — making it more concentrated,
odorless, tasteless, readily water soluble, and highly effective when
ingested.

* * *

During orientation, David had made a point of asking the girl some
personal questions. Turns out they both liked a shot of caffeine after
lunch; he liked a strong black coffee and she preferred Chai Tea with
extra sugar and nutmeg.

At their first advising meeting, a few days later, he'd come to his
office slightly late, bearing two cups from the local coffee place and
an embarrassed smile. She was waiting a bit impatiently for him.

"Sorry I'm late, the line was unbelievably long! I guess I'm not the
only one who needs a pick-me-up after lunch!" he said with a smile and he
handed her a small Chai tea. "Chai tea, extra sweet, extra nutmeg, right?"

"Yes!" she smiled in delight. She noticed that it was barely half full
and made a mental note not to patronize that coffee place, but she
reconsidered when she'd tasted it as it was very good.

David had been late to his office on purpose. After he got the drinks,
he went into the bathroom where he dumped out some of the tea in the sink
to make the small tea as concentrated as possible. Then he'd spiked the
remaining tea with a double dose of DTB because the toxicity was low and
he feared that she might not drink much. (Who chugs hot tea?) Finally,
he spent five minutes steadily blowing on the tea to cool it off to a
drinkable temperature.

As it tuned out, it did take a good 20 minutes for her to ingest enough
tea and another few minutes for her to show signs of going under. At that
point, David took the opportunity to dump the half-finished tea into
the garbage. It might lead to trouble if she drank some later. Then he
got busy implanting the many memories and feelings and suggestions to
assist his plan.

He implanted a memory that she'd dreamed of his eyes repeatedly growing
up. He "reminded" her that she had had a crush on him and about the
frequent sexual dreams in which she submitted to him. He asked how often
she masturbated and she said "not very often." He knew that information
was unreliable, but if she never masturbated she probably would have
said that. So he suggested that he was her favorite topic to fantasize
about while masturbating. He also implanted a suggestion that she would
have the urge to masturbate about him more frequently.

Soon, she was showing signs of coming out of it, so he resumed academic
advising, "reminding" her about her interests in his research areas.
He recommended several papers and explained what was significant about
each one. He "reminded" her that she intended to go directly to the
library website and find and read those papers.

During the meeting, the girl had gone from slightly imperious to shy,
but by the end of their meeting, the girl had worked up the courage
to invite her advisor to her apartment for dinner to discuss the
papers. She'd downloaded and read them all carefully before he came
and they spoke about them as she prepared the chicken. However, they
had ended up eating it for breakfast because they forgot about dinner
while getting lost in each other's bodies.

All semester long, he'd enjoyed her company and almost from the start,
she rarely slept at her apartment, often spending days at his place. He
enjoyed winding her ever more tightly around his little finger. By
Thanksgiving she was sure that he was her soul mate and she was obviously
making plans to move into his place.

* * *

With a groan of pleasure, David was cumming and she was screaming "Oh
Davey! Jesus! Fuck! Make A BABY IN ME! Do it! Do it! Dooooo iiiiittttt!"
as her second climax took her. She thought she felt her pussy milking his
cock for the precious semen that it provided — probably wishful
thinking and lust, because she also thought she could feel his little
swimmers racing to her egg. She was sure that he would fulfill her
deepest desire, which was for a part of him to grow inside her womb. She
could taste her desire to carry his baby and she was sure that this time
she would conceive and then he'd have to marry her. It threatened to
smother her in pleasure. She breathed like she was possessed. Overcome
with gratitude, she leaped up off his cock and settled to her knees and
began to lick his cock clean.

She continued for a long time. David tried to get up, but she actually
growled at him and held gently but firmly to his cock and balls. "My
cock!" she said. "I LOVE IT!" she hissed and "I want to kiss it all
over!" She resumed licking her cock and balls.

When the timer went off for the turkey she said "Fuck the turkey!" and
resumed her cock worshiping. In the end, he had to shuffle to the oven
with her sucking on his cock. He was extremely careful while removing
the turkey because she was oblivious. He finally got her to eat something
by saying, "Think of the baby!"

Their shared pregnancy optimism turned out to be spot on and David and
Rachel made a baby boy that day and they were both very, very happy with
each other.

But no matter how contented David felt with this girl, he couldn't
forget about his ex-wife, who'd divorced him a year ago. He found himself
thinking about that bitch. When he caught himself, he reminded himself
on all the ways that this young nymph was superior to that cunt. 'Am I a
masochist?' he asked himself. 'Why am I with the world's most beautiful
woman, who worships my cock and is likely carrying my child, but I'm
wasting my time thinking of that emasculating bitch!?'

The third time David found himself dwelling on that bitch, he knew that
his subconscious was telling him something. He knew that he had unresolved
issues that he would have to resolve. 'No problem,' he thought. 'I could
use another project now that I am well on my way to marrying the most
beautiful daughter of a fabulously wealthy family.'

And then he began to plot his revenge.

<b>END of Part 0</b>