Isabella: Used and Abused (MF, dub-con, non-con)

**Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction. All depictions of rape, violence and other illegal behaviours are merely fantasy. This writer does not condone sexual violence of any kind.**

*About Author: 21, F, Australia*

PART 1

Autumn had always been Isabella’s favourite season. She thought the University was especially beautiful this time of year – the magnificent sandstone buildings seemed to glow in the soft sunlight, and the campus came alive with gold, red and orange foliage. After taking a moment to finish her coffee, Isabella headed towards the English Faculty for her lecture on Postmodern literature. She had forgotten to bring a cardigan today, which she deeply regretted as soon as the crisp, cool wind caressed her exposed midriff and bare legs. Most students who lived on campus simply rolled out of bed and attended class in pyjamas, but Isabella liked to dress up a bit, even for a simple lecture. After twelve years in a Catholic girls school where her daily uniform was a shapeless tunic, Isabella found simple pleasure in being able to wear whatever she wanted. Today, she wore a pleated miniskirt and a crop top that showcased her best features: perky breasts, a tight bubble butt and long smooth legs. It wasn’t a surprise that all eyes were on Isabella when she arrived a few minutes late to her lecture, apologised profusely, and took her usual seat in the second row.

Professor Tasgonne was the youngest teacher in the English faculty, at thirty-three years of age. He looked like your average university professor, with his sensible blazers, black-rimmed glasses and a close-cropped beard, but Isabella always felt that there was something primal, something predatory, about him. She couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, but there was always a malicious glint in Professor Tasgonne’s eyes when a student arrived late, and there was a certain intensity in his carefully-measured words and deliberate movements that commanded the respect of the room.

“If anyone has any questions on the Death of the Author or Barthes in general, you know my office hours. And Isabella, I’d like to speak to you for a moment.”

Isabella nervously lingered by Professor Tasgonne’s desk as the last few students packed their belongings and filtered out of the lecture hall. She had her eyes downcast, pretending to be very interested in a stain on the carpet. She felt Professor Tasgonne’s piercing gaze on her, and she subconsciously covered her chest with her notebook, once again regretting not bringing her cardigan. They were alone.

“Your paper last week on intertextuality. Anything to say?”

Isabella glanced up at Professor Tasgonne. He was rested against the edge of his desk – relaxed posture, but danger in his eyes.

“No sir.”

“I’m not here to play around. I know your paper was plagiarised. This is a serious incident of academic misconduct and I have no choice but to report this. And this isn’t the first time you’ve been caught for academic misconduct. What do you think this means for you?”

He didn’t seem to be expecting a reply, but Isabella took a tentative step closer and quietly said, “I’m really sorry, I am. It won’t happen again. Please, I don’t want to get into trouble.”

Professor Tasgonne sighed impatiently. “What are we going to do with you?”

Another question that didn’t need a reply, yet Isabella took another step closer, further into the lion’s den. “Please sir. I’ll do anything. I can rewrite the paper. I’ll do extra credit. I can…” She hesitated, painfully aware of the cliched porn scenario she had found herself in. “Please, is there anything I can do… for you? For you to forget about this?”

Professor Tasgonne moved with a suddenness that made Isabella jump and drop her notebook. He moved past her and went to shut and lock the door of the lecture hall. He paused at the locked door, with his back to her. Isabella couldn’t gauge his expression or what he was thinking. Shit, she thought, now I’ll be in trouble for the plagiarism AND sexually propositioning a teacher. The lecture hall had gone very, very silent.

“Take your shirt off.”

“What?”

Professor Tasgonne turned around, calm, collected, matter-of-factly. He took slow, deliberate steps until he was about half a metre from Isabella, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

“I don’t like to repeat myself. Take your shirt off.”

Isabella blushed and stuttered. Yes, she was willing to send Professor Tasgonne a few sexy photos, maybe even give him a handjob or blowjob to overlook this plagiarism incident. But here and now? In an empty yet public lecture hall?

Isabella quickly and unceremoniously took off her crop top and placed it on the desk. She was wearing a white bralette underneath. The white lace contrasted perfectly with her smooth tanned skin, barely cupping her firm, round breasts and pointed nipples.

“Kneel.”

That direction took Isabella by surprise. She didn’t appreciate being spoken to as if she were some dog. But Professor Tasgonne was radiating an intensity that scared her. She dropped to her knees onto the rough carpet.
Just a blowjob, she thought to herself, I can do that, yeah. She had given countless blowjobs to her boyfriend, Jonah, and it wasn’t so bad. They were waiting for marriage, but of course, the Bible doesn’t say anything about oral – so most nights when Jonah snuck into her dorm room, she would go down on him, swallow his cum, and then they’d cuddle to sleep. Jonah wanted more, sure, as all eighteen-year-old boys would, but Isabella had managed to keep him satisfied with blowjobs so far. One blowjob for her professor to stay enrolled in this course? Isabella could manage that.

Professor Tasgonne unbuckled his pants with confidence and an agonising slowness. His crotch was directly in front of Isabella’s face as she knelt, and she watched with nervous anticipation as he freed his cock from his pants. He was around the same size as Jonah, and Isabella was confident she could satisfy him.

“Look up. Look at me. Hands behind your back. Tongue out,” he commanded.

It was a beautiful sight. Professor Tasgonne looked down at Isabella, drank in her long brown hair, wide eyes, luscious pouty lips and cute pink tongue sticking out. With her hands behind her back, her chest was thrust out, displaying her perfectly tits. He watched her wince as he slowly slid his cock into her warm mouth, pulling her head towards his crotch. She started gagging and her eyes watered as his cock hit the back of her throat.

“Don’t look away. Don’t close your eyes. Look at me.”

He groaned in pleasure as he felt her tongue massage the underside of his cock, growing rock hard watching his cock thrust between her soft parted lips. He quickened his pace, slamming his cock down Isabella’s throat, ignoring her hands pushing against his thighs in protest. Little rivers of mascara ran from the corners of Isabella’s eyes – she couldn’t catch a breath. Finally, Professor Tasgonne pulled out of Isabella’s mouth and she spluttered, gasping for air and wiping away some tears and the saliva on her chin.

“Bend over the desk, panties down.”

“Wah? I’m sorry I don’t – I’ve never done – um, I thought maybe you were going to finish in my mouth?”

Isabella didn’t register the slap until the pain blossomed on her right cheek. Professor Tasgonne grabbed her by her hair and pulled her off the ground, bending her over the table with such sudden force that she didn’t know how to react. Her breasts were crushed against the hard wood of the desk, her hands gripped the other edge. He flipped up her skirt, exposing her plump ass cheeks and the g-string that nestled between those cheeks.

“I said, I don’t like to repeat myself,” he growled.

“Wait, stop, please. I’ve never done this before. I’m a virgin, please,” she begged in a panicked voice. She only received a succession of sharp slaps on her ass in reply.

The panic was rising, making Isabella’s throat feel tight and her fingers numb. She tried to stand upright and push back, but Professor Tasgonne pinned her face down on the desk with a hand on the back of her neck. She kicked backwards, but to no avail – he kicked her ankles apart until her legs were spread wide. She couldn’t fight the weight of him holding her down.

The professor used one hand to rip the thin material of Isabella’s g-string. Now, her delicate pink pussy and cute tight asshole were exposed. She started crying as she felt his fingers play with the folds of her pussy – somewhere nobody had touched her before. He forced one finger inside her tight cunt, slowly exploring the warmth inside, sliding his finger in and out, as if he had all the time in the world. With his other hand, he held her down against the desk, making sure her quivering body couldn’t escape.

“Damn, you weren’t kidding. You must be a virgin with a pussy this tight.”

Isabella tried again, “Please, sir, please, you can cum in my mouth and I’ll swallow every last drop. Please, just not there.”

“I don’t think you’re in a position to negotiate.”

A high-pitched wail escaped from Isabella’s mouth and echoed around the empty lecture hall as Professor Tasgonne took his finger out and replaced it with two fingers. She tried to close her legs, but he was keeping them apart by standing behind her with his feet holding her ankles apart. His thumb circled her sensitive clit, making her involuntarily pant and shake.

One more chance. “Please professor, please don’t do this.” She cried with her head held down, knuckles white from gripping the other edge of the desk. Heaving sobs wracked her tiny body.

She felt the head of his cock slide up and down her pussy lips, using her own involuntary lubrication for the imminent assault. Isabella screamed silently as the professor brutally thrust his cock into her pussy, tearing her hymen and burying his cock in her warm, wet, tight tunnel. He slowly pulled his cock out, until only the head was left inside her, and then slammed his entire length back inside her with even more brutality than the first thrust. The heavy desk creaked as he buried his cock to the hilt inside her cunt over and over. Isabella could focus on nothing but the searing pain between her legs as her tight hole stretched to accommodate the intruder. He gave her no mercy and no opportunity to adjust to his thick cock.

After what seemed like an eternity to Isabella, she heard her professor stifle a groan and felt his cock pulsate as it spurted warm cum deep inside her sore and used pussy. Then, he pulled his softening cock from her pussy, allowing the cum to dribble down the insides of her thighs. She did not have the energy to stand, so she stayed bent over the desk, her pussy quivering and leaking cum.

“Rewrite the paper. Have it done by next week.”

And then Isabella was alone.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/okwokv/isabella_used_and_abused_mf_dubcon_noncon