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Author’s Note: The following is an extract from Good Girl University by Apophenia – a tale of education, submission and forced breeding! If you like what you read, you can buy the complete book for only $4.99 USD in the ATR store! (Click here to view in store.)

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Part 1 – Forced to Submit

The best time to transfer universities was never. I had friends, good professors, and I liked the dorms. But all it took was one vindictive bitch accusing me of plagiarism plus a dean who was her godfather, and I was expelled with a record that didn’t exactly sparkle when I applied to a few other universities.

So far, the only one that hadn’t rejected me was a small private university in the middle of nowhere. None of my friends lived nearby. I wouldn’t know anyone. The campus was isolated, and I didn’t have a car. I’d basically be stuck for a few years, but it was either Carverson University or nothing.

On top of all that, my flight had been delayed, the taxi driver got lost, and I didn’t make it to campus until almost midnight. Great start. With my luck, I’d be waiting out in the cold until the office opened in the morning.

I hauled my luggage up the steps. At least the lights were on. Before I could push the two large wooden doors open, they swung inwards.

A blonde girl about my age smiled brightly. “Hi! You just be Kaylee! I’m so glad you made it!”

I dropped my hand. “Oh, um, hi. Yes, I’m Kaylee. Sorry, I’m late.” I blinked at her outfit — a tight top that revealed her waist, a short skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, and prim little heels. Her clothes were trimmed in the university’s colors, pink and gold. Maybe she was a cheerleader.

She ushered me inside. “No worries! I’m Rebecca, nice to meet you, and— oh! Mr. Carverson!”

The doors had barely shut when a tall figure turned the corner toward us. Dressed in a fitted black suit, he smiled as he approached. “Miss Kaylee, welcome to Carverson University! I’m the founder and dean, Justin Carverson. It’s a pleasure to have you, dear.”

He extended his hand. Caught staring at his full lips and dark eyes, I blushed as I belatedly lifted my arm. His hand was warm, his grip firm. My cheeks reddened further. “Thanks. Good to meet you, too.”

In an effort to stop staring, my eyes dropped, and I ended up ogling his body instead. His suit perfectly highlighted the curve of his waist. An image of toned muscles came to mind. He seemed like the kind of man who kept himself in shape. Not that he was much older than me. And not that I should be thinking these things about my new dean. I must have been really tired.

I flicked my gaze up to catch him scanning my clothes in turn. His smile widened. “Rebecca here will get you settled in. A uniform, a room, a schedule… yes. Everything you need, just let her know. Welcome again, Miss Kaylee!”

Rebecca beamed, tucked her arm into mine, and pulled me down the hall. A few steps later, I glanced over my shoulder. The dean was staring at Rebecca’s ass. He glanced away to wink at me.

“Call me Becky!” my guide said. “We don’t get a lot of new students in the middle of the year. This is so exciting!”

I gave her my attention. “Sorry to be extra work…”

“Oh, girl, don’t mention it. We’re going to be best friends, I just know it. I peeked at your schedule, and we share half our classes. It’ll be great!”

“Are you a sophomore, too?” My head snapped side-to-side as we turned one corner after another. This place was a maze.

“Yep, it’s my second year. You made the right choice coming here, trust me. There is no better university in the world!”

She rambled on about classes and professors as I tried to get my bearings. We appeared to be in the dorm area with closed doors spaced evenly apart on both sides of the hall. My luggage clattered loudly on the wood flooring. I hoped I wasn’t waking anyone.

Becky stopped at the end of the hall. “And here’s your room for the night!” She smiled and pushed open an ornate wooden door.

For the night? What did she mean by—

Oh my god.

“Really? This is all mine?” I walked in, gaping at the elegant four-poster bed with black gauze drapes and at least a dozen pillows. The bed had to be big enough for five people. I blushed at the thought of what five people could do in those sheets.

On the other side of the room, a leather couch set surrounded a beautiful marble coffee table. With my mind firmly in the gutter, images of naked, sweaty bodies appeared all over the leather. My blush darkened.

I glanced back at Rebecca. She was watching me with an odd little smirk that brightened as soon as she noticed me staring. Probably liked seeing the shock on new students’ faces.

“Of course!” she beamed. “Comfortable students are productive students, our dean likes to say. Now, settle in and relax. I’ll be by at 8 a.m. to give you the tour. Good night!” With that, she flounced out and slammed the door shut.

“Night,” I murmured in a daze. Maybe this transfer wasn’t so bad after all. The dean seemed nice, staying up till midnight to greet me personally. Becky was clearly friendly.

And this room. The bed’s pristine white sheets looked like clouds beckoning me into their soft embrace. I barely convinced myself to take a shower before accepting the invitation.

My body sank into plush warmth. Normally, I wore pajamas in an unfamiliar bed, but all I had on were my panties. The sheets were as soft as they looked. I sighed and, seconds later, fell asleep.

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Shifting, tugging, and other small motions gradually woke me. I snuggled into the wonderfully comfortable bed. Maybe Becky was trying to get me up. I couldn’t remember if I’d locked the door, and I still felt so tired. It couldn’t be morning already, could it?

Sighing, I reluctantly opened my eyes. Rubbing the sleep out of them proved impossible when I discovered my wrists bound to either side of the bed. Confusion set in as I found my legs similarly constrained. Was this some kind of hazing thing?

I shivered. My blanket was gone. Blushing, I wished I’d worn my pajamas like usual. Whoever tied me up had to have seen… everything.

“Hello again, Miss Kaylee.”

I jolted. Leaning against the wall to my left was the dean. Oh my god, he didn’t tie me up, did he? That didn’t matter. I was still naked, right now, and he wasn’t shy about exploring every inch of my skin with his eyes.

“Mr. Carverson?” I squeaked. “Um, what’s…” Words fled me. My skin prickled as a smirk formed on his lips. Instinctively, I tried to close my legs, blushing harder when I couldn’t. He pushed off the wall and stepped closer. My heart jumped.

Maybe this was just a nightmare. I shut my eyes and willed myself to wake up.

Please wake up.

Warm fingers touched my palm. A small shriek escaped my lips. I flinched, my eyes flying wide open. The dean was right beside the bed, gently drawing circles on my hand. Those lips I’d liked so much curved into a sexy smile. Or, it would have been sexy if I wasn’t panicking.

“S-sir, what… what’s going on?” I whispered. There had to be a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this. Maybe he was a doctor, and his hand wandering up my arm was just doing a very thorough physical exam. I had no idea how to explain the straps on my wrists and ankles.

He chuckled softly. “No need to worry, dear, it’s alright. This is how we welcome all new students.”

Ok, yeah, perfectly reasonable explanation. Everyone else went through this… whatever this was, so could I. I waited for him to elaborate, shivering as his warm touch traveled further up my arm, his palm caressing my shoulder.

Did he have to stare at my breasts, though?

Worse, his hand kept moving — trailing to my neck as I swallowed, grazing my collarbone as I held my breath, lower…

“Mr. Carverson!” I gasped, nearly shouting.

He was groping my boobs! His fingers closed and dug in almost painfully as he kneaded and rolled my nipple. The embarrassment was too much for me. My eyes darted to the ceiling, blinking rapidly.

The dean made a small, disapproving noise. “Don’t make a scene, now. This is all quite normal, dear. I’m simply trying to get to know my newest student better. Your skin is very soft. Very feminine.”

He seemed to expect a response.

“… Thank you?” I mumbled.

Normal people got to know each other over coffee or lunch. This was not normal. He insisted it was, but doubt began to creep in. Nothing about being naked and bound to a bed for a man I’d just met was normal.

His hand lifted from my breast. The tension didn’t leave my body. His exploration hadn’t ended, simply moved on, lower, caressing the curve of my waist, rounding my hips.

He inched closer and closer to the apex of my legs. One finger slid beneath the elastic of my panties, running back and forth along my pelvis.

It finally occurred to me to scream. My throat was constricted and dry with terror, but I could probably make a loud enough sound. Would anyone hear me? It was the middle of the night. If someone heard, would they help? He was the dean, the owner of the university. If the way he was touching me was normal, I’d just embarrass myself more.

He mumbled, “This won’t do.” From a drawer in the nightstand, he removed a pair of scissors.

Snip. Snip.

My panties fell apart.

This had to be a dream. A terrible, crazy dream.

The dean wouldn’t tie me to a bed. He wouldn’t touch me inappropriately. He wouldn’t take off his pants and his boxers, his shoes and shirt, and climb on the bed between my legs.

Fuck, his cock was big.

My face turned red as I forced my eyes away. I whimpered and squirmed, pulling at the straps. Maybe they weren’t as secure as I thought.

“Sir, please don’t do this,” I begged as I yanked at my arms and legs. “Please, I don’t want— This isn’t— You can’t—” I was breathing too fast. I couldn’t finish a sentence.

Panic shivered down my body as he kneeled between my helplessly spread, bare legs.

“Stop struggling, Miss Kaylee. There’s no point.”

I shrank at his scolding tone, but the sense of wrongness was overpowering. He was going to fuck me. The dean of my new university was going to fuck me. I’d been here less than a day, and everything was already going terribly wrong.

His firm hands ran up my thighs. He bent and angled his cock at my opening. My hips twitched. Not only was his engorged shaft hot and hard, I was shamefully wet. The slick gliding of his bulbous head between my folds made that very clear.

“I don’t… I don’t understand. Why… please, why are you…” I struggled to finish a thought, but he knew what I was trying to ask.

“You’re a woman, dear. Sex is what you were made for,” he said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “A beautiful, healthy young lady like you should be glad to submit to a man’s needs.”

Then he pushed. He was too big. I wasn’t ready. My mouth opened in a soundless cry as he thrust relentlessly, forcing himself deeper and deeper inside me. My insides had no choice but to stretch to accommodate him. My trembling stopped. All my muscles froze. I just lay there as he drove all the way to the back of my tunnel.

He lowered himself with a satisfied groan, his body crushing mine, his cock filling me completely. When he bent to kiss me, I whimpered and turned my head. He chuckled and pressed his lips to my neck. Then he began to thrust. I couldn’t turn away from the invasive gliding between my legs.

He murmured into my ear, “I’ve fucked every female attending my university. Yes, that includes Rebecca. She likes it when I use her little cunt. You’ll like it, too. Yes, you’re wet for me already, and your tight pussy feels great around my cock. My university will make you a perfect woman in no time.”

I flinched. The soft bed felt so wrong now. The luxurious room felt like it was mocking me as my body jerked with the force of his thrusts. I didn’t belong here. His cock didn’t belong rutting inside me.

To my horror, a slow-burning pleasure built with every long, deep thrust. The base of his cock slammed my opening. His pelvis ground against my clit. He moved faster, drilled into me harder. I gasped and moaned.

The sound of his heavy panting in my ear seemed to echo in my mind. With every breath, a thrust that forced the air from my lungs. I couldn’t escape the noises of our coupling any more than I could his cock. This was nothing like how sex had ever felt before, like it should be. Hot pleasure coiled low in my stomach, but horror twisted right alongside. This was wrong. The dean’s cock shouldn’t feel good. I didn’t want him.

The explosion of ecstasy cascading in my veins begged to differ. With a little high-pitched squeak, I came helplessly all over the dean’s cock. My pussy gripped his shaft tightly, spasming uncontrollably as pleasure flooded my body. My back arched, and my ass lifted to meet his thrusts. He felt good. Horribly, terribly, so fucking good.

“That’s a hot, tight little cunt,” he groaned. “Good girl, Kaylee.”

My face flushed in shame.

He thrust in deep and held himself there, groaning into my ear. I whimpered. Was he cumming? His cock felt so hard and big. I’d feel it if he was cumming, wouldn’t I? I’d never had sex without a condom before. And now this horrible man’s bare cock was pumping away inside me.

I was almost relieved when he resumed thrusting. His forceful pounding into the back of my tunnel was more erratic, less controlled. He was going to cum. He was going to fill my unprotected pussy with every drop of his sperm. I should beg him to pull out. Maybe he would if I begged pathetically enough. But my voice would betray me — breathless pleasure as I fought for control over my own body.

Besides, he said he fucked every girl here. Why should I expect to be any different?

He suddenly grabbed my ass, pulling me into his thrusts. His cock was so hard. Grunting, he slammed all the way in, pulled out an inch, and pounded into me again. Once more. Again. His entire shaft twitched. A rush of wet heat poured into the back of my tunnel. I whimpered even as my pussy squeezed. Cum filling my womb felt so fucking right. A shudder of pleasure ran through me. Spurt after spurt of hot sperm splashed my vulnerable insides. He groaned right into my ear as his fingers dug into my ass, and his cock pumped the last drops of creamy fluids into my pussy.

With a sigh, he relaxed on top of me, breathing hard as his cock softened. Warm liquid trickled down my ass. The dean fucked me and came inside me. For that matter, I came, too. What was wrong with me?

I blinked when he kissed my forehead. He leaned back, his cock slipping out of my slick folds. A gush of cum soaked the sheets. Mr. Carverson climbed off the bed. He put on his clothes and smiled at me. “Good girl, Kaylee. I think you’ll do well at my institution. Have a wonderful night, dear.”

Then he tossed the blankets over me and left. The door clicked shut. Locked, probably.

Which didn’t matter since he hadn’t untied me. I had to lie there with his cum filling my pussy all night long.

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