Her professor in Medieval Folklore had failed her on the most recent exam, but Stefany had not been wasting her semester – she’d learned a couple of nasty Romani curses that promised to really work, and she thought she might try one on Professor Wallace to make him think twice about failing her next time.
It would require breaking into his house, to gather a few personal effects to use in the spell, but Stefany knew from her brother – a serial juvenile offender – that that was easier than it sounded, and the next day at 2 pm, while Professor Wallace would be lecturing, Stefany found herself alone in his house.
Unfortunately for Stefany, Professor Wallace was not ignorant of his subject matter either, and he knew more than a couple of crude hexes.
As Stefany stepped into his bedroom, the wards he had cast identified her as an intruder, and then subcategorised her into “young woman”.
She froze as the spell gripped her, and she heard an irresistible command in her mind. “Strip naked. Lie on the bed with your legs spread. Until you have been released from this spell, or a man has ejaculated inside you, you will smile, you will think whatever thoughts you need to make your cunt wet, and you will make no effort to resist anything that happens to you.”
As she lay there, helpless – compelled to picture herself being roughly fucked by strangers, for that was what made her wettest – she suddenly wondered whether Professor Wallace was going to be content with raping her when he returned and found her here – or whether he would want something more. Some of those books she had read for Medieval Folklore had some pretty intricate things happening to women, involving whips, and clamps, and devices… and she was getting a sense that Professor Wallace had read those same books as well…
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Stefany plans to lay a curse on her college professor - but it turns out her professor knows his curses too.