Remedial Ch. 14-15

Chapter 14

She wants so badly to be fucked.

She wants to be taken. She wants his hands pressing firmly on her neck as he rams deep inside her. She wants him pushing her head against the ground as he takes her from behind, spanking her between each animalistic thrust.

She used to want to be adored and loved and cared for, but now, all she can hope for is the pleasure of being used by a man who finds her desirable and beautiful.

"Sir, please fuck me."

Her eyes beg him desperately to make her his. Her exposed chest rises and falls with each beat of her racing heart.

"Sir... I am begging you, please fuck me."

She doesn't care how sad or pitiful she sounds. She would trade every shred of dignity and self respect she has or will ever have for even a ephemeral moment of intimacy and pleasure with him.

She sees his need simmering and his resolve faltering.

"Eleanor"

Her name flows out of his mouth. It sounds beautiful, even her dehumanizing inmate number would feel tender coming from him right now.

He steps forward and closes the gap between them. She looks up at him as he towers over her.

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Chapter 14b. Justin's POV

He looks down at her. Her blonde hair is gorgeous, even after weeks of the industrial-grade chemical concoction of supposed shampoo and conditioner. Her long eye lashes bat shamelessly at him. He wonders how a woman could look simultaneously so pathetic and elegant, but that is his biggest kink, especially if it's a haughty bitch put in her place.

He wants to fuck her because she looks so alluring and helpless, but more than that, he wants to punish her. She killed a father of three after driving drunk without any regard for life. He feels his rage bubble up as he thinks about his own father who died, no, was murdered, at the hands of another reckless and intoxicated motorist.

Her words, her erect nipples, her flushed chest, and her wet pussy all screamed her readiness to be debased. He knows he can give a meager morsel and have her body shaking and her mind spiraling.

But then he looks again at the need, so painfully at the forefront of her eyes and her twisted adoration of him, her former student. He wants to protect her and hold her close and keep her safe.

These dueling emotions conflict in his mind.

"Sir?"

Her voice cracks and trails as she is seeking any validation. He knows she wants a hard fucking, but would settle for any hint of the affection she craved.

"Inmate"

He can feel her breaking at the sudden coldness in his voice as he calls her the convict that she is rather than the name she misses being.

He knows he can break her. All he has to do is recommend to the Warden she be expelled from his remedial GED class and she would be condemned to serve her full nine-year sentence with no possibility of early release. She killed a man and she deserves every moment in a cage.

He also knows she can break him. Maybe she already has. He wants to cross every line with her and risk what small amount he has built up with his life to be with her, guard her, and cherish her.

He has a girlfriend who loves him yet and he's lusting over this naked felon with enchanting blue eyes, gorgeous features, and perky breasts.

"Get on your knees, inmate."

She obeys.

"Suck my cock until I tell you that you can stop. If you use teeth, I am going to have you expelled from this class. If you fall getting me to cum, I will have you expelled from this class. If I just don't like the way you look at me with those pretty eyes of yours, I will have you expelled from this class. Do you understand?"

"But... but... sir?"

"You think you deserve to get fucked after killing a man? No, you need to learn that your desires don't matter here, so get on your knees before I have you expelled and sent to solitary."

Her eyes betray how much his words sting but her hands move quickly and it's clear she's well-practiced in pleasuring men this way. She unzips him and her fingers start stroking, slowly at first and then with increasing speed. She runs her tongue across his cock, stopping only to kiss it as if she is pleading it to get harder.

She looks up at him, so clearly begging for a kind word or any sign of affirmation that she won't be expelled.

"Good girl" he purrs, half out of pity and half out of pleasure.

He catches her with a bashful smile before her mouth envelops him. She dares to make eye contact with him with a look trembling between fear and hope. Her lips feel warm and tight as her tongue slowly yet forcefully traces his cock.

He can't tell if he adores her or despises her, but he knows he loves how adroitly she is pleasuring him. He can feel the slight syncopation in her rhythm, gently teasing him before revving back up.

Her hands move under his dress shirt, across his defined abs and up to his muscular chest. He knows he can't last much longer.

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Chapter 15

"You are so good at this inmate."

Her eyes light up as his tone softens.

It doesn't matter to her if she is called Eleanor, or inmate, or slut, or whore, she knows she is all of those things. All that matters is his pleasure. He won't let her cum, he won't fuck her, but he allows her to give him a blow job and control his pleasure.

With each look up at him, he looks stronger. She wants to feel small next to him.

She knows he can't last much longer, she has sucked enough cocks to know the tell-tale signs. She never usually swallows but she knows he won't allow her to spit. She picks up her tempo.

His hot cum streams in her mouth and she greedily swallows as if she has found water in the desert. She can't believe how much he is cumming and how hard she got him to cum.

She wishes he would have shot his load on her chest and marked her so she could feel him, even after she put on her uniform. Better yet, she wishes he would have cum all over her face and made her go back to gen pop, so all the other inmates would know she is owned by him.

He leans back against the wall and allows himself to slide down in a post-orgasmic bliss. He sits with his head leaning up against the harsh white cinder block wall.

He opens his eyes and looks at her intently, a mix of his remaining lust, relieved pleasure, and... maybe pain or sadness. She can't quite tell but he leans forward to kiss her forehead gently.

It was a single, tender kiss on her forehead as she knelt naked in a prison classroom after having swallowed his cum. Her skin tingles and a small wave of pleasure travels throughout her body causing her to shudder. It isn't how she imagined her first kiss from him yet it feels perfect all the same.

But her self-doubt creeps in and she can feel her anxiety building.

"Sir?"

"Yes inmate."

"I hope I did enough to earn staying in your GED class..."

She averts his gaze, preparing herself for the condemnation of a longer sentence.

"You did Eleanor."

"You won't expel me sir?"

She catches the sadness in his eyes before his jaw tightens, "As long as you keep behaving..."

Her pussy is throbbing in need as she wants to push her luck and ask again to be fucked, but he has already denied her once. More than her overwhelming need for sex, she wants to understand the pain he so clearly carries.

"Sir, can I ask you something?"

He looks surprised but nods to allow her to continue.

"When I taught, I felt like I could tell when a student was off. If something was happening or if... they were feeling something heavy or overwhelming. And I know I'm not your teacher anymore, but I want to know if there's something you're going through?"

She knows it's a dumb question. He's a GED instructor in a women's prison seduced by his former teacher and also presumably cheated on a girlfriend. Not to mention the various laws and regulations that have been broken.

But she knows there's something else.

"It's... complicated"

"Isn't this all?"

"You don't understand. You wouldn't understand."

"I want to understand, sir."

He pauses and looks at her. Where she used to see pity or contempt or care, now she sees nothing. He stares blankly at her letting the silence linger.

"My dad died a few years ago."

"I'm so sorry to hear that."

"I loved him so much and he told me... go out and do big things and here I am teaching a GED course to female inmates."

She wishes she could tell him that it's even more pathetic being one of the female inmates, but she holds her tongue.

"My father was murdered..."

"Oh god, I'm so sorry."

"He was murdered by a drunk driver."

They both sit quietly. What can she even say?

"I'm... I'm so sorry sir."

She feels pathetic and the words feel hollow even if she means them with all her heart.

"You didn't kill him."

"I know, but..."

She doesn't have to finish the sentence.

"Anyways, get dressed inmate. I've completed your contraband search. I'll see you in class tomorrow."

He leaves her in the classroom naked and reeling. She wanted to be his fantasy every time he saw her and now she realizes she's nothing but a reminder of his nightmares.