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Arthur squeezed her hand gently as they approached the exam hall. "You'll do great," he whispered, though his voice was soft, she could sense the pride and desire beneath it.
Fleur smiled weakly, her heart racing as she looked up at the large doors in front of her. This was it. Her dream. Her future. If she passed this exam, everything would change.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door and walked inside, the weight of her future pressing down on her shoulders as her chest rose and fell rapidly. She tried to focus, tried to push away the nerves, but all she could feel was the heat in the room, the way her panties clung to her skin, the dampness making her thighs rub together. Every step toward her seat felt heavy, each movement making her more aware of how her body was reacting—her nipples stiff against the tight fabric, her legs trembling as she tried to steady herself.
She sat down, her hands shaking as she picked up the exam paper, her eyes darting over the questions. This was it. Her last chance to prove herself. But as she started to write, all she could feel was the weight of the eyes around her, watching her, judging her.
She needed this. She needed to pass. She needed to be the best.
For the future that was just within her reach.
Chapter 2: The Interview Invitation
As soon as Fleur stepped out of the exam hall, a wave of relief crashed over her. The air felt lighter, and for the first time in weeks, she allowed herself to smile. Her hands were still trembling from the pressure, but the weight that had been crushing her chest had lifted. She felt good—better than she had in a long time. She had done it. The hard part was over.
Arthur was waiting for her at the bottom of the steps, his tall, lanky frame leaning against the railing, his eyes lighting up when he saw her. As Fleur walked down the steps, she felt the tension in her body start to melt away, replaced by a flutter of excitement. Maybe everything was going to be okay.
"You made it!" Arthur grinned, stepping forward to wrap her in his arms. His touch was gentle but firm, and she felt the warmth of his body pressing against hers. He kissed her softly on the forehead, and Fleur closed her eyes, feeling a sense of comfort wash over her. She loved how supportive he was, always there for her when she needed him most.
"I think I did well," she said, her voice still shaky from the nerves, but her smile was wide.
"Of course you did," Arthur said, squeezing her hand. "You're the smartest girl I know."
As they walked down the boulevard toward their favourite ice cream shop, Fleur couldn't help but notice the heads turning in her direction. Boys, men, it didn't matter. Their gazes followed her as if they were drawn by some invisible force. It was something she had grown used to over the years, though it still made her skin tingle. Even with her nerdy glasses perched on her nose, her curves were impossible to hide. The short skirt she wore brushed softly against her thighs, and the way it clung to her firm ass always seemed to draw attention. The tight blouse, buttoned up just enough to be modest, still strained against her chest, her large breasts pressing against the fabric with every breath she took.
She could feel the eyes on her, especially when she bent over to grab a napkin or move her hair out of her face. Boys pretended not to stare, but their glances lingered just a little too long. Some were bolder than others, openly ogling her as she passed, their hungry gazes devouring every inch of her body. But she ignored them, her focus entirely on Arthur.
He was the one who mattered. He always had been.
As they sat in the small ice cream shop, Arthur smiled at her from across the table, his glasses slipping down his nose as he leaned in to steal a quick kiss. His lips were soft, sweet from the ice cream, and for a moment, Fleur let herself forget about the stress of the exam and just enjoy the warmth of the moment. Arthur had always been there for her, ever since they had met in high school. He was kind, intelligent, and always knew how to make her feel better, even when she was drowning in anxiety.
But even now, she could feel the weight of his eyes on her, the way they seemed to drift down to her chest, lingering there for just a second longer than usual. She knew Arthur found her sexy— sometimes, she could see the hunger in his gaze, even if he tried to hide it behind shy smiles and nervous glances.
"You're amazing," Arthur said softly, his eyes meeting hers again. "I know you aced it."
She smiled back, grateful for his confidence in her. "I hope so."
They finished their ice cream, the sweetness lingering on her tongue as they walked back toward the metro station. The sky was clear, the late afternoon sun casting a soft glow over the city, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Fleur allowed herself to believe that everything was going to be okay.
A week later, Fleur was lying on her bed, her legs stretched out as she lazily flipped through her notes. The anxiety of the exam had faded, replaced by a sense of peace. Her phone buzzed beside her, and she reached for it, barely glancing at the screen before opening the notification.
Her heart stopped.
Professor Antoine.
Her eyes widened as she opened the email, her pulse racing with every word she read. "Your results have been processed, and we would like to invite you for a face-to-face interview."
Fleur let out a squeal of excitement, her heart bursting with joy. She had done it. She was going to get the interview. All her hard work, all the sleepless nights, the stress—it was paying off. She couldn't believe it. This was the moment she had been waiting for.
Jumping off the bed, she ran to the living room, the smile on her face so wide it hurt. "Mom! Dad! I got an interview!"
Her mother turned, eyes wide with surprise, and then she was hugging Fleur tightly, tears of pride welling up in her eyes. "Oh, Fleur, I'm so proud of you!" she whispered, holding her daughter close. "You've worked so hard for this."
Fleur's father, always the quiet one, simply smiled and nodded, but the pride in his eyes was unmistakable. "You're going to make us proud," he said softly.
That night, they celebrated with a modest dinner, and Fleur could feel the excitement buzzing in the air. This was it. She was one step closer to her dream of becoming a medical student at Université du Grand Savoir. She could almost taste it now, the future she had worked so hard for. It was right there, within her grasp.
But as she lay in bed that night, her mind racing with thoughts of the interview, a small knot of anxiety began to form in her stomach. She tossed and turned beneath the covers, unable to shake the nervous energy coursing through her veins. The email had been formal, almost cold, and the idea of sitting face-to-face with Professor Antoine made her palms sweat. What if she wasn't good enough? What if the interview didn't go as planned?
She stared up at the ceiling, her chest tight with anticipation.
Tomorrow, everything could change.
Chapter 3: The Interview
The towering stone walls of Université du Grand Savoir loomed over Fleur as she walked through its gates once again. But this time, the excitement she had felt before was gone, replaced by a heavy, gnawing sense of anxiety. Arthur walked beside her, his hand resting gently on the small of her back, offering her silent comfort. He smiled down at her as they made their way across the courtyard, but Fleur could barely return it. Every step felt like she was walking toward an execution.
"You'll do great," Arthur whispered, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. But his words didn't ease the storm brewing inside her.
The waiting room outside Professor Antoine's office was cold and sterile, a sharp contrast to the grandeur of the university. The white walls and fluorescent lighting made everything feel clinical, almost too clean, like a hospital waiting for bad news to drop. Fleur sat in one of the stiff chairs, her fingers nervously tapping against her knee. Every tick of the clock seemed to grow louder, each one a reminder of how close she was to the interview that could change everything—or ruin it.
Arthur wasn't allowed to come in with her. He kissed her on the forehead before leaving, and Fleur felt even more vulnerable without him. Alone, she tried to focus on her breathing, but the knot in her stomach only tightened as the door to the office finally swung open.
Professor Antoine stepped out, his tall, slim frame casting a shadow in the doorway. He looked older than she had imagined—his dark skin etched with fine lines, his body thin and frail, as though he might collapse if the wind blew too hard. But his eyes. His eyes were sharp, dark, and predatory, piercing through her with a gaze that made her feel naked, exposed. It wasn't the kind of attention she had been expecting.
"Miss Fleur?" His voice was smooth, calm, but there was a cold edge to it that sent a shiver down her spine.
Fleur swallowed hard, nodding as she stood. Her legs felt weak beneath her, and she had to fight the urge to sit back down. With every step she took toward him, she could feel his eyes on her—moving over her body in a way that made her skin crawl. His gaze lingered on her chest, where her blouse stretched tightly over her large breasts, then drifted down to her legs, which were barely covered by her skirt. She could feel herself flush under his scrutiny.
"Come in," Professor Antoine said, holding the door open wider as he stepped aside to let her pass.
The office was just as cold as the waiting room, though much larger. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with thick, academic tomes. A single, large desk sat in the centre of the room, and Professor Antoine motioned for her to sit in the chair opposite him as he moved behind the desk. The air felt heavy—oppressive. Fleur sat down carefully, crossing her legs and folding her hands in her lap, trying to calm the nervous tremble in her fingers.
"Thank you for coming, Fleur," Professor Antoine said, settling into his chair. He leaned back slightly, his sharp eyes never leaving her. "I've reviewed your exam results. You did well, but I have a few concerns."
His tone was casual, but there was something about the way he spoke that made Fleur's heart race. The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. She felt the knot in her stomach tighten as he continued to stare at her, his gaze sliding over her body like a predator sizing up its prey.
"You've worked hard, I'm sure," Antoine said, his voice lowering. "But tell me, Fleur... do you really believe you're cut out for the pressure of this university? It's not easy here. Only the best survive. Are you sure you can handle the weight of expectation?"
Fleur's throat tightened. She struggled to find her voice, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace. "Yes, sir," she said softly. "I've worked hard for this. It's been my dream for as long as I can remember."
Professor Antoine's lips curled into a faint smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk, his fingers steepling together. "Dreams are one thing, Fleur," he said slowly. "Reality is quite another. Many students come through these doors thinking they can handle the pressure. Most of them crack under it. I wonder... are you different?"
His gaze felt like a weight pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe. Fleur shifted in her seat, crossing her legs tighter. "I'm confident I can handle it," she replied, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her growing unease.
"Confident," Antoine repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "Interesting."
There was a long, uncomfortable silence. Professor Antoine's eyes never left hers, and Fleur's palms began to sweat. Something was wrong. She could feel it, the way the tension in the room coiled around her like a noose. The air seemed to thicken, and Fleur's heartbeat quickened as Professor Antoine reached for a remote on his desk.
Without a word, he clicked a button, and the screen behind him flickered to life. Fleur's breath caught in her throat as the security footage played before her eyes—grainy black-and-white images of the exam room. Her exam room. She watched, her stomach dropping as she saw herself sitting at the desk, her hands trembling as she pulled a small piece of paper from her lap. It was unmistakable. She had cheated. And now, it was laid out in front of her, for the professor to see.
Her heart stopped.
"I... I can explain," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.
Professor Antoine didn't move. He watched her, his expression unchanged, his eyes still sharp, still predatory. A small, mocking smile played at the corners of his mouth. "Explain?" he echoed, his voice low and soft, like a cat toying with a mouse. "I'm not sure there's anything to explain. The evidence speaks for itself, doesn't it? You cheated, Fleur. And now, there are consequences."
The world seemed to tilt beneath her. Her vision blurred as tears welled in her eyes, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "Please... please, I didn't mean to—"
"Didn't mean to?" Antoine interrupted, his voice rising slightly, though still calm. "You didn't mean to cheat? Or you didn't mean to get caught?"
Fleur's throat tightened. She could feel the ground crumbling beneath her feet, her world collapsing in on itself. There was no escape. No way out.
Antoine leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes glinting with satisfaction. "This university only accepts the best," he said, his voice dripping with authority. "And you, Fleur, have failed to meet that standard."
Chapter 4: The Price of Admission
Fleur's world was crumbling. The cold, hard truth played out on the screen in front of her— undeniable evidence of her cheating. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she could barely breathe, each gasp feeling like a punch to her gut. She had been caught. Her dream of being a student at Université du Grand Savoir was slipping through her fingers, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked up at Professor Antoine, her voice trembling. "Please... I didn't mean to... I'll do anything," she whispered, her words barely audible as her shame swallowed her whole.
Antoine's eyes gleamed. He leaned back in his chair, watching her with a cold, calculating stare. The room felt suffocating, the air thick with tension. "Anything?" he repeated, his voice low and slow, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. "You realise what you're saying, don't you? Anything is a dangerous word, Fleur. Be careful how you use it."
Fleur felt a shiver crawl down her spine. Her body stiffened as the full weight of her words hit her. She hadn't meant it like that—had she? But as Antoine's gaze traveled slowly over her body, lingering on her chest, then her legs, it became painfully clear what he was implying. Her mouth went dry, and her heart raced as she stared back at him, unable to speak.
Antoine's lips curled into a small, mocking smile as he watched her struggle. "You've worked so hard to get here," he continued, his tone dripping with condescension. "It would be a shame to see all that effort go to waste. But, I suppose if you're not cut out for it, maybe it's better we end things now. Go home, tell your parents you failed. I'm sure they'll understand."
Fleur's stomach twisted. She could feel the ground falling away beneath her. "No..." she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. "Please. I've worked too hard... I can't lose this. There has to be something..." Her voice faltered as she grasped for a solution. "I-I can pay you. I'll work for it. Any amount... just name it, I'll get the money. Please, Professor, just give me another chance."
Antoine's lips curled into a dark, mocking smile as he leaned back in his chair. His eyes gleamed with amusement as they roamed over her trembling body. "Money?" he chuckled softly, his tone dripping with condescension. "I don't need your money, Fleur. I have more than enough. But what I do want..." He paused, letting his eyes linger on her chest, then slowly drift down to her legs, savouring the sight of her squirming discomfort. "...is something much sweeter than money. Something only you can give."
His words sent a wave of shame and disgust crashing through her, but the implication was clear. Her body, not her money, was the price she'd have to pay.
Antoine leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, his dark eyes never leaving hers. "Something?" he asked, his voice softer now, almost mocking. "Oh, Fleur... I think you know exactly what it would take for me to reconsider this situation."
His words hung in the air like a noose tightening around her neck. Fleur's mind screamed at her to leave, to get up and walk out, but her body refused to move. She felt trapped, cornered, and helpless. The look in Antoine's eyes made her feel naked, as though he had already stripped her bare with his gaze alone.
"I... I don't know what you mean," Fleur stammered, though the quiver in her voice betrayed her.
Antoine chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair, his hands resting casually on his thighs. "Don't play dumb, Fleur," he said, his tone turning colder. "You're a smart girl. You understand perfectly well what I'm talking about. I could make this all go away. You could still have your future here, but it comes at a price. So, how much do you want it?"
Fleur's heart was hammering in her chest. She knew what he wanted. The way he looked at her, the way his words slithered out of his mouth—it was unmistakable. Her hands clenched into fists in her lap, her mind racing. She needed this. She couldn't lose everything she had worked for. Her entire future depended on this moment, and that terrified her more than anything.
Antoine's gaze remained fixed on her, his eyes dark with expectation. "Stand up, Fleur," he commanded softly, his voice now filled with authority.
Fleur hesitated, her legs trembling as she pushed herself out of the chair. Her entire body felt like it was betraying her. She stood before him, her eyes wide and filled with fear, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath. Antoine's eyes slid down her body, slowly, deliberately, taking in every curve, every inch of her as if she were a prize waiting to be claimed.
"Come here," Antoine said, his voice calm but commanding. Fleur felt her feet move on their own, carrying her around the desk until she was standing beside him, her heart racing. Her entire body was trembling now, and she could barely keep her hands steady as she stood there, her mind screaming at her to stop, to leave, to do anything but this.
But she didn't.
Antoine's hands moved to his belt, the sharp sound of the buckle coming undone making Fleur flinch. Her eyes widened in horror as she watched him slowly unzip his pants, his gaze never leaving hers. The tension in the room was suffocating, the air thick with anticipation. Fleur's stomach twisted as she realized what was about to happen, her throat tightening with fear and disgust.
Antoine pulled down his pants, revealing his thick, veiny cock. It hung heavily between his legs, already starting to harden, and the sight of it made Fleur's breath catch in her throat. It was massive —bigger than she could have imagined—and the thought of what was about to happen made her knees weak.
Antoine leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched the horror wash over her face. "If you want a seat here," he said, his voice dripping with authority, "then show me how much you want it."
Fleur's entire body went numb. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the massive cock in front of her, her mind racing with panic and disbelief. How had it come to this? How had she allowed herself to fall into this trap? But the answer was painfully clear. She needed this. She needed that seat. And no one would ever know.
Tears stung her eyes as she slowly sank to her knees in front of him. Her hands shook as she reached out, wrapping her fingers around the thick, throbbing shaft. The heat of his skin under her touch made her stomach churn, but she forced herself to continue, knowing there was no way back now.
"Good girl," Antoine murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction as he watched her submit to him. "Now, show me how much you want it."
Fleur's hands trembled as she began to stroke him, her chest tight with shame and humiliation. Tears slipped down her cheeks, but she kept going, her fingers sliding over his thick cock, feeling the veins pulsing under her touch. She couldn't believe what she was doing—couldn't believe how far she had fallen. But as Antoine's cock grew harder in her hands, she knew there was no escape. This was her price for admission, and she had to pay it.
Chapter 5: The Mouth and The Flower
Fleur knelt on the cold floor, her heart pounding in her chest as her hands gripped Professor Antoine's thick, veiny cock. The weight of it in her trembling fingers made her stomach churn with disgust, but she knew she had no choice. Her future, everything she had worked for, now depended on this degrading act. No one would ever know, she told herself. This would be her secret. She just had to get through it.
But as she looked up at Antoine, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction, her shame only deepened. He watched her like a predator, his lips curling into a smug, mocking smile as she hesitated.
"Come on, Fleur," he said, his voice dripping with authority and cruelty. "You want that seat at this university, don't you? Then show me how badly you want it. Open your mouth, and let's see what you can do."
Fleur's breath hitched in her throat as she swallowed her pride. Her lips parted slowly, her breath shaky as she leaned forward, her face inches from his cock. She could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the musky scent filling her nostrils as her mouth hovered over the swollen head. Every nerve in her body screamed for her to stop, to get up and leave, but she couldn't. She had no other option.
With a trembling hand, she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, the thick, salty taste immediately hitting her tongue. Her stomach twisted with revulsion, but she forced herself to take him deeper, her mouth stretching around his girth as she slid down his shaft. Her lips were tight around him, her jaw aching as she tried to accommodate his size.
Antoine groaned softly above her, his hand moving to the back of her head, guiding her movements. "That's it," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "Take it all. Show me how much you want that seat."
Fleur's eyes watered as she struggled to take more of him, her throat constricting as his cock pushed against the back of her mouth. She gagged, her body trembling as she tried to keep going, but the thickness of him was overwhelming. Drool began to pool in her mouth, spilling from the corners of her lips and dripping down her chin as Antoine's grip on her head tightened.
"Keep going," he commanded, his voice sharper now. "Don't stop. You want this, don't you?"
Her eyes stung with tears as she gagged around his cock, her throat convulsing with each thrust. She tried to breathe through her nose, but the pressure of him filling her mouth made it nearly impossible. Her hands gripped his thighs for balance, her nails digging into his skin as she fought to keep up with his relentless pace. Her mind was a haze of shame and humiliation, but she kept telling herself that it would be over soon. She just had to get through this.
Antoine wasn't gentle. He fucked her mouth with no care for her discomfort, each thrust deep and forceful, making her choke and gag as she tried to take him. Her face was a mess—tears streaming down her cheeks, drool dripping from her chin, and her lips swollen and red from the strain. But still, she kept going, her body shaking with effort as she tried to do what he demanded.
"Look at you," Antoine sneered, his voice filled with cruel amusement. "Gagging on my cock like a good little slut. You want that seat so badly, you're willing to choke on this dick for it, aren't you?"
Fleur's stomach lurched at his words, her humiliation complete. She hated herself for this, for the way her body was being used, for the way she had allowed herself to fall into this trap. But she couldn't stop. She had to keep going, had to finish this. She told herself it was the only way.
"That's enough of your mouth," Antoine said suddenly, pulling her head back with a sharp tug on her hair. Fleur gasped for air, her lips swollen and slick with spit, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. But before she could even begin to compose herself, Antoine's hand moved to her chin, lifting her face toward him as he smirked down at her. "But I haven't had a taste of your flower yet."
Her heart sank at his words. She knew what was coming next, and the realization made her feel sick. She had already degraded herself by sucking his cock, and now he wanted more. Her body trembled as Antoine stood up, pulling her roughly to her feet.
"Take off your panties," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Let me see that tight little pussy you've been hiding."
Fleur's hands froze mid-motion, her heart racing as she hesitated. "I... I have a boyfriend," she stammered, her voice shaky and weak. "I can't do this... please..."
Antoine's lips twisted into a cruel smile, his eyes glinting with amusement as he leaned back in his chair, watching her squirm. "A boyfriend?" he sneered, his tone dripping with mockery. "And where is this boyfriend now, Fleur? Waiting outside like a good little boy while you're in here, doing whatever it takes to secure your future?"
Fleur's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling as his words cut deep. She didn't know what to say—how to respond. The truth of it stung more than anything. Arthur was waiting for her, completely unaware of what was happening inside this room.
Antoine chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Your boyfriend can't help you now, Fleur. Do you think he'll understand? Do you think he'll forgive you if you walk out of here with nothing—if you lose your place at this university? You'll go back to him as a failure, and what then?"
His words sent a wave of shame crashing over her, and she bit her lip, tears stinging her eyes again. She wanted to protest, to tell him that this wasn't right, that she couldn't betray Arthur like this. But the truth was undeniable—her future hung in the balance, and there was only one man who had the power to give her what she needed.
"Let's be honest," Antoine continued, his voice cold and authoritative. "Your boyfriend doesn't matter. The only thing that matters right now is your seat at this university. And I'm the only one who can give that to you. So, are you going to do what's necessary, or are you going to walk out of here and throw it all away?"
Fleur's heart sank as the weight of his words settled over her. She had no choice. There was no one else who could help her—no one but him. Her hands trembled as she slowly reached under her skirt, pulling down her panties with shaking fingers. The fabric slid down her legs, and with it, any remaining hope of escape.
Antoine's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched her, his smile widening as she stood there, exposed and vulnerable. "That's better," he murmured, his tone filled with dark amusement. "Now, let's see what I'm working with."
Antoine's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched her. "You're soaked," he murmured, his voice filled with cruel amusement. "I haven't even touched you yet, and you're already dripping. You want this, don't you, Fleur? Your body knows what it wants, even if your little brain is still fighting it."
Fleur clenched her fists at her sides, biting her lip as she tried to suppress the tears that threatened to spill again. She hated him, hated the way he made her feel, the way he used her. But she couldn't stop him. She had already gone too far.
Antoine's fingers slid between her legs, brushing over her wet pussy. Fleur gasped, her body tensing as he touched her. Her mind screamed for her to pull away, but her body reacted against her will. Her hips shifted slightly, seeking more of his touch, and the shame of it burned through her like fire.
"You're so wet," Antoine whispered, his fingers sliding inside her. "So tight. I bet you've never had anyone fuck you properly, have you? All that innocence, and now look at you. You're dripping for me."
Fleur's breath hitched in her throat as his fingers pumped in and out of her, each movement slow and deliberate, designed to make her squirm. Her mind was filled with a mix of disgust and shame, but her body—traitorous and unwilling—responded to his touch. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, the wetness growing with each thrust, despite the revulsion she felt.
"Such a good little slut," Antoine murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're going to let me fuck that tight little pussy of yours, aren't you? Show me how much you want that seat."
Fleur's body trembled at his words, her mind spinning. She couldn't believe what was happening, couldn't believe how far she had fallen, but the fear of losing everything was stronger than her disgust. She didn't respond, couldn't respond, but Antoine didn't need her to. He already knew he had won.
"But before I fuck you," Antoine continued, his voice dark and filled with satisfaction, "let me taste that sweet little flower of yours."
Antoine didn't wait for her to move on her own. With a sudden, forceful grip, he grabbed her by the hips and lifted her, effortlessly placing her on the desk. Fleur gasped, her heart racing as he spread her legs wide, pushing them apart with no hesitation, leaving her completely exposed to his gaze. She wanted to close them, to fight back, but her body refused to obey. She felt utterly powerless, vulnerable, as the shame only deepened. His breath ghosted over her already wet pussy, and the feeling made her body tense in ways she hated.
He wasted no time. His tongue pressed against her clit, moving in slow, deliberate circles, teasing her, tormenting her. Fleur's breath hitched in her throat, her body betraying her as waves of unwanted pleasure began to ripple through her. She bit down on her lip, trying to suppress the moans that threatened to escape, but she couldn't stop the soft whimper that slipped out.
Antoine chuckled against her pussy, his voice filled with dark amusement. "You're already so wet," he murmured, his tongue flicking over her clit again, making her legs tremble. "Your body wants this, Fleur. You can pretend all you want, but your pussy is telling me the truth."
Fleur's entire body was shaking, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as she tried to hold herself together. His tongue moved faster, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through her core, making it harder and harder to keep silent. She hated the way her body reacted, hated how much she couldn't control it.
But Antoine wasn't done. His fingers slid between her slick folds, teasing her entrance before pushing inside. Fleur gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily as two fingers slid deep into her tight pussy. The wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of her filled the room, mixing with her ragged breaths and soft moans.
"Look at how wet you are," Antoine mocked, his voice muffled by her pussy as his tongue continued to circle her clit. "You're dripping for me. I haven't even fucked you yet, and you're already cumming for me."
Fleur's body tensed as the pressure inside her built, the dual stimulation overwhelming her senses. Antoine's tongue flicked over her clit relentlessly, his fingers curling inside her, hitting the exact spot that made her legs tremble uncontrollably. She couldn't hold on much longer. The pleasure was too much, too intense. She could feel it building, feel the orgasm creeping up on her, but she didn't want to give in.
"Stop... please," she whispered, her voice barely audible through the haze of pleasure. But Antoine ignored her, his fingers thrusting harder, his tongue never stopping its assault on her sensitive clit.
Her body betrayed her completely. The orgasm hit her like a wave crashing over her, violent and unstoppable. Fleur's back arched off the desk as her pussy clenched tightly around Antoine's fingers, her hips grinding against his face as a moan tore from her lips, loud and uncontrollable. She couldn't believe what was happening—couldn't believe how hard she was cumming for him.
"That's it," Antoine growled, his fingers still working inside her, pushing her further over the edge. "Cum for me, Fleur. Cum all over my fingers. You know you want it."
Fleur's entire body shook as the orgasm ripped through her, her legs trembling as her pussy gushed around his fingers. She moaned again, louder this time, unable to stop the sounds of pleasure escaping her lips. The shame of it burned in her chest, but her body didn't care. Her body had given in completely, cumming violently in his hands, leaving her breathless and shaking.
"Look at you," Antoine murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction as he pulled his fingers out of her still-clenching pussy. "I barely had to touch you, and you're already a dripping mess. You really do want this, don't you, Fleur? Your body knows what it needs."
Fleur couldn't respond. She was still panting, her body trembling in the aftermath of the orgasm she hadn't wanted, but couldn't stop. Tears stung her eyes as the shame and disgust washed over her. She had given in. Her body had betrayed her in the worst way, and Antoine knew it.
"That's what I thought," Antoine said softly, wiping his fingers on her inner thigh, leaving her slick and exposed. "Now, let's move on to the next part. I'm going to fuck that tight little flower of yours.
Fleur's entire body trembled as his words washed over her. She hated every second of it, but there was no going back now. She had crossed a line, and there was no escape. She was trapped.
And Antoine knew it.
Chapter 6: The Penetration and Raw Fucking
Antoine stood before her, his massive cock in hand, stroking it slowly as his eyes roamed over her exposed body. But he wasn't satisfied with just that. With one swift motion, he grabbed the hem of her tight blouse and pulled it up, yanking it over her head and revealing her full, round breasts. They spilled free from the fabric, bouncing slightly as the cool air of the room brushed against her bare skin. Her nipples, already hard from the tension, stood out proudly against the pale curve of her breasts.
Antoine's gaze darkened with lust as he took in the sight before him. Her breasts were large, firm, and perfectly shaped, rising and falling with each shaky breath she took. The sight of them made his cock twitch in his hand, and a wicked grin spread across his face. He reached out, his rough fingers brushing against her soft skin, cupping one of her breasts with a firm, possessive grip. Fleur flinched at the touch, her breath catching in her throat as she felt him squeeze her, his thumb brushing over her hard nipple, teasing it with deliberate strokes.
"You've got a body made to be used, Fleur," Antoine muttered, his voice thick with desire. "Look at these perfect tits... they're just begging to be touched, aren't they?"
Her stomach twisted with fear and disbelief as she stared at his cock—thick, veiny, and impossibly large. There was no way that could fit inside her. She wasn't ready for this. She wasn't ready for him.
Antoine smirked, clearly enjoying her distress. His hands reached down, grabbing her thighs with a firm, bruising grip. He pulled her roughly to the edge of the desk, positioning her so that her legs dangled over the edge, fully spread. Fleur's body trembled under his touch, her mind screaming at her to run, to resist. But she was stunned, too terrified and overwhelmed to move. Her slick, wet pussy lay bare before him, her body already betraying her by reacting to his touch.
Antoine moved between her legs, pressing the thick, swollen head of his cock against her entrance. Fleur gasped as she felt the pressure. Her pussy was tight, too tight for something so large. It felt like he was trying to split her open.
"Relax," Antoine growled, his voice rough with impatience. "I'm going to fuck you now."
Fleur's entire body stiffened, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as he began to push forward, the head of his cock forcing its way inside her tight, resisting pussy. The stretch was unbearable. It felt like he was tearing her apart from the inside. She let out a strangled cry, her hips instinctively trying to pull away, but Antoine's grip on her thighs tightened, holding her in place.
"You're so fucking tight," he grunted, thrusting forward again, this time with more force. Fleur screamed as his cock plunged deeper, the overwhelming pressure making her legs shake. It felt like her entire body was being stretched to its limit, her pussy clenching desperately around his thick shaft, trying to force him out. But there was no escaping it. Antoine was relentless, driving himself deeper inside her with each brutal thrust.
Tears welled in her eyes as the pain seared through her, her body shaking uncontrollably. But even through the pain, she could feel the heat building deep within her. Her body, traitorous and unwilling, was reacting to the sensation of being filled so completely. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she struggled to maintain control.
Antoine grinned down at her, clearly relishing in her struggle. His hands slid up to her waist, pulling her closer, forcing her to take even more of his cock. He pulled back slightly, only to slam into her again, driving deeper with each thrust. Fleur's scream echoed through the room, a mix of pain and pleasure as her body fought to accommodate his size.
"That's it," he growled, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You're taking me so well, Fleur. I knew you'd be a tight little slut."
Fleur bit down on her lip, trying to stifle the moans that were building in her throat. She hated him. Hated the way he spoke to her, the way he used her. But most of all, she hated the way her body was reacting. With each thrust, the pain began to dull, replaced by an unbearable pressure that made her body ache for more. Her pussy clenched tightly around him, her walls gripping his cock as though trying to pull him deeper. Her hips began to move involuntarily, pushing back against him despite her mind screaming at her to stop.
Antoine's thrusts grew faster, more aggressive. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room— skin slapping against skin, her wet pussy taking him harder and harder. Fleur's hands gripped the desk so tightly her knuckles turned white, her legs trembling as she felt herself being fucked raw. Each thrust was deeper than the last, stretching her wide open, filling her so completely she could hardly breathe.
"You love this," Antoine snarled, his voice thick with arousal. "Your pussy is gripping me so tight. I can feel how much you want it."
Fleur shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "Fuck..." she whispered, barely able to form the word. But her body told a different story. Her hips kept moving, pushing back against him, seeking more of the punishing thrusts. Her pussy was throbbing, the wetness coating his cock as her body betrayed her entirely.
Antoine's grip on her waist tightened as he pounded into her, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. Fleur's mind was spinning, her body shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure built inside her, threatening to swallow her whole. She could feel it coming—the orgasm building deep within her, growing stronger with each brutal thrust. Her pussy clenched tighter around him, her legs trembling as she tried to hold back the inevitable release.
But there was no stopping it.
"Cum for me," Antoine growled, his voice rough and commanding. "I know you want to. Let go. Cum all over my cock, you little slut."
Fleur's breath hitched in her throat, her entire body tensing as the orgasm tore through her. It was violent, overwhelming, her body convulsing with pleasure as her pussy clamped down hard around Antoine's cock. She screamed, her back arching off the desk as she squirted, the wetness flooding between her legs, soaking his cock as she came uncontrollably. The sensation was too much, too intense. Her body had betrayed her completely, giving in to the pleasure even as her mind screamed in shame and humiliation.
"That's it," Antoine snarled, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Cum for me, just like the little slut you are."
Fleur's body continued to tremble as the aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her. She could feel herself drenched, her own juices coating Antoine's cock as he continued to thrust into her, his movements growing more erratic as he neared his own release.
"Look at you," Antoine growled, his hands tightening on her hips as he pulled her harder against him. "You're soaking wet. I knew you'd love this."
Fleur whimpered, her body still shaking as he fucked her mercilessly. Her mind was clouded with shame and disgust, but she couldn't deny the pleasure that had ripped through her. Her body had craved it, wanted it. And now she was left broken, humiliated, and defeated.
Chapter 7: The Ass is the Final Test
Fleur was still trembling from her orgasm, her body weak and shaking. She felt utterly spent, her mind clouded with shame and humiliation. But Antoine wasn't done with her. His cock was still buried deep inside her pussy, and his grip on her waist remained firm, possessive. He held her close, giving her no time to recover, no time to catch her breath. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, but she could feel his lust, his hunger, still burning.
Without a word, Antoine pulled out of her, leaving her aching and empty. Fleur let out a soft, involuntary whimper at the sudden loss, but before she could even process it, he grabbed her roughly by the hips and flipped her over. Her body hit the desk with a thud, her breasts pressed flat against the cool surface. He bent her over, her ass raised high in the air, completely exposed and vulnerable.
Her heart raced with fear as she realized what was coming. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, devouring her, and she knew there was no escaping him. Not now.
Antoine's hands spread her ass apart, exposing her tight, untouched asshole. Fleur's breath hitched in her throat, her body tensing with both fear and anticipation. She felt utterly helpless, her cheeks burning with shame as he took in the sight of her most vulnerable spot.
"So tight," Antoine muttered, his voice low and filled with dark amusement. "The price for this university seat is higher than what you think." His hands squeezed her cheeks, pulling them further apart. "But I'm going to make sure you pay it in full."
Before Fleur could respond, she felt the wet heat of his tongue flick against her asshole. Her entire body jolted, a gasp escaping her lips as the sensation hit her all at once. The shock of it made her squirm, her body trying to pull away, but Antoine held her firmly in place, his grip like iron.
He didn't stop. His tongue teased her, circling her tight entrance, each touch sending a wave of unwanted pleasure through her. Fleur whimpered, her face pressed against the desk, her body betraying her once again. She hated herself for the way her pussy throbbed, still sensitive from her
previous orgasm. She could feel her arousal building again, despite the shame and disgust that filled her mind.
Antoine's tongue pushed deeper, probing her asshole, and Fleur let out a sharp gasp. The sensation was overwhelming, her entire body tense and trembling. She could feel him invading her, his tongue sliding inside her, pushing deeper as he ate her ass with deliberate, cruel precision.
"You're going to be my little slut, aren't you?" Antoine growled, his voice muffled against her skin as he continued to devour her. "I can already feel how much your body wants this. You're dripping wet again, aren't you? You want more."
Fleur squeezed her eyes shut, biting down on her lip to hold back the sob that threatened to escape. She could feel the wetness between her legs, her pussy clenching involuntarily as his tongue worked its way inside her ass. The mix of pain and pleasure was unbearable, her mind screaming at her to stop, but her body wouldn't listen. She was powerless.
Finally, the words broke free from her trembling lips, a whisper that carried both defeat and submission. "Yes... I'll be your slut," she choked out, her voice barely audible over the sound of her ragged breaths. "I'll do whatever it takes... whatever you want... just... just don't stop." Her body trembled beneath him, the shame burning inside her as she admitted what she never thought she would say. But there was no turning back now. She needed this, needed him, even if it meant losing herself completely.
Antoine smirked against her skin, his tongue swirling deeper as her words of submission fueled him. He had broken her, and now she was his to do with as he pleased.
Antoine pulled back for a moment, his fingers spreading her cheeks even wider. He let out a dark chuckle, admiring his work. "I knew you'd be perfect for this," he muttered. "Your tight little ass is going to feel so good wrapped around my cock."
Fleur's breath came in short, panicked gasps as she felt the head of his cock press against her asshole. The pressure was immediate, sharp, and overwhelming. Her heart raced, her entire body tensing as he pushed forward, the thick head of his cock stretching her open inch by inch.
The pain was intense, like nothing she had ever felt before. It was as though her body was being torn apart, her tight virgin asshole resisting every inch of him. She let out a cry, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as her nails dug into the wood. The pain shot through her, leaving her breathless and trembling, but there was no escaping it. Antoine was relentless.
He gritted his teeth, pushing harder, forcing his cock deeper inside her. Fleur's scream filled the room as he finally thrust forward, driving his cock into her ass with brutal force. Her body jolted with the impact, her legs shaking uncontrollably as the pain seared through her.
"Fuck... you're so tight," Antoine groaned, his voice rough with satisfaction. He paused for a moment, letting her feel the full weight of his cock buried inside her ass. "I told you the price for this seat was high, didn't I? But you're going to take every inch of me."
Fleur whimpered, tears stinging her eyes as her body struggled to adjust. The pain was unbearable, her asshole stretched to its limit, but through it all, she could feel the pleasure creeping in. Her pussy throbbed with need, and despite the shame that filled her mind, her hips began to push back against him, seeking more.
Antoine smirked, feeling her body give in. "That's it," he growled, pulling back slightly before slamming into her again. His cock drove deeper into her ass, each thrust harder than the last, forcing her to take him completely. "I knew you'd love this. Your body was made for it."
Fleur's mind was a blur of pain, pleasure, and shame. She couldn't stop herself. Each thrust sent waves of unwanted heat through her, her body betraying her completely. Her pussy clenched with need, the wetness dripping down her thighs as he fucked her ass harder and harder. She was his.
Antoine's grip on her waist tightened as he pounded into her, his thrusts growing faster, more aggressive. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room—skin slapping against skin, her wet pussy aching for more even as he ravaged her asshole. Fleur's moans escaped her lips, loud and uncontrollable, each one a mix of pain and reluctant pleasure.
"You're mine now," Antoine snarled, his cock driving into her without mercy. "I own you. Your body belongs to me."
Fleur's body shook with every thrust, her hands gripping the desk as she felt herself being taken completely. The pain was still there, sharp and constant, but the pleasure was undeniable now. Her body craved more, and she hated herself for it.
The pressure inside her built quickly, the intensity of each deep, relentless thrust sending shockwaves of sensation through her. She could feel it—her body teetering on the edge of release, her pussy throbbing even though he was buried deep in her ass. The pleasure was overwhelming,
mixing with the humiliation, and before she could stop herself, the orgasm hit her like a violent wave. Fleur's back arched, her entire body trembling as her tight asshole clenched around his cock.
"I'm cumming... oh Fuck, I'm cumming!" she cried out, her voice filled with a mix of desperation and disbelief. "Fuck... fuck, I can't stop!" Her body convulsed as the pleasure ripped through her, leaving her gasping for breath, her pussy dripping with wetness as her ass tightened around him, milking his cock. She had never imagined it would feel like this—so intense, so raw. The shame of it burned in her chest, but she couldn't stop. Her body had completely betrayed her.
Antoine suddenly pulled out of her ass, leaving her gasping for breath. But he wasn't finished. He grabbed her by the hair, yanking her up until her face was inches from his cock. "Open your mouth," he growled, his voice filled with dominance. "You're going to clean me off."
Fleur hesitated for only a second before she opened her mouth, defeated and humiliated. He pushed his cock between her lips, the taste of her own body filling her mouth as she sucked him clean. Tears streamed down her cheeks, as she gaged on his massive cock. She had no choice. This was the price she had to pay.
Antoine groaned as he thrust into her mouth, his cock coated with her own juices. "That's right," he muttered, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You're my little slut now. I'll let you know when I'm done with you."
Fleur's entire body trembled with exhaustion and shame, but she kept going, her lips wrapped around him, sucking him clean. She was his now, completely. There was no escape from this.
Just as she thought he might finally be done, Antoine pulled her off his cock, lifting her again with ease and bending her back over the desk. His cock, still hard and slick with her saliva, pressed once more against her soaked pussy. Without hesitation, he thrust deep inside her, filling her in one brutal stroke. Fleur let out a strangled moan, her body still sensitive, every nerve on fire as he fucked her hard and fast. Her pussy clenched around him, her mind reeling as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
"You're mine," he growled between thrusts, his grip tightening on her hips as he rammed into her relentlessly. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't think of anything else but me."
Fleur could barely breathe, her body giving in completely to the pleasure. Without warning, Antoine pulled out of her pussy and pressed his cock against her asshole once again, the head pushing in with no resistance this time. Fleur whimpered as he filled her once more, her ass aching and
stretched, but the pleasure was undeniable now. He began fucking her in both her pussy and ass, switching between them with every thrust, taking her completely.
Fleur's moans echoed through the room, her body trembling uncontrollably. The pressure inside her was building again, faster and harder than before. She could feel his cock driving deeper into her, her body responding despite her shame. The pleasure was unbearable, and she was helpless to stop it.
"I'm close," Antoine groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he slammed into her ass, his cock filling her completely. "I'm going to cum in this tight little asshole of yours."
Fleur's breath hitched, her own body on the brink of another orgasm. The mix of pain and pleasure was overwhelming, her pussy throbbing in time with each deep thrust. She could feel the tension building inside her, unstoppable now. Her ass clenched around his cock, her entire body tightening as she felt herself being pushed over the edge.
With one final, brutal thrust, Antoine exploded inside her, his cock buried deep in her ass as he released his hot, thick cum. Fleur screamed as her own orgasm ripped through her, her pussy convulsing around nothing as her ass tightened around him, milking his cock as he filled her with his warm load. The sensation was too much, her body trembling violently as she came hard, her wetness dripping down her thighs as her ass clenched around him.
Antoine groaned, his body stilling as he emptied himself inside her, his cock throbbing as he filled her to the brim. Fleur gasped for breath, her entire body shaking with exhaustion and pleasure, her mind a blur of shame and satisfaction.
"You're mine now," Antoine whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction as he slowly pulled out of her, his cum spilling from her abused asshole. "And you're never going to forget it."
Chapter 8: The Deal is Done
Fleur's hands trembled as she buttoned her blouse, her fingers fumbling with the fabric. Her body ached, her legs weak, and her mind was a blur of shame and disbelief. She wiped at her face, smudging the tears that had stained her cheeks, but no matter what she did, she couldn't shake the feeling of being dirty. As she adjusted her skirt, she could feel the slickness between her thighs, a cruel reminder of what had just happened. Her heart raced, her breaths shallow, but she had to pull herself together.
Arthur was waiting.
Her legs wobbled as she stood up, her body feeling as though it had been broken apart and pieced back together wrong. Every movement felt heavy, her clothes sticking to her damp skin. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to stand tall, but the weight of what had happened pressed down on her, threatening to crush her entirely.
As she walked to the door, her mind raced with conflicting emotions—shame, humiliation, but also a sick sense of relief. It was over. She had done it. She had secured her place at the university, but at what cost? The memory of Antoine's degrading words and the way he had used her body flashed in her mind, making her stomach churn. And yet, the knowledge that she had succeeded burned somewhere deep inside her, twisted and dark.
She reached for the door handle, hesitating for just a moment before pulling it open.
Arthur was waiting for her in the hallway, his face lighting up as soon as he saw her. His smile, so warm and genuine, made her stomach twist with guilt. He stepped forward, his eyes scanning her face for any sign of how the interview had gone. "How did it go?" he asked eagerly, his hands reaching for hers.
Fleur forced a smile, the corners of her lips trembling as she tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill again. "I... I got in," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it too loudly might shatter the fragile facade she was putting up.
Arthur's face lit up with pride and excitement, pulling her into a tight hug. "I knew you'd do it! I'm so proud of you!" His arms wrapped around her, his warmth pressing against her, but all Fleur could feel was the cold emptiness inside. She wanted to tell him everything, to confess the dark secret that now weighed on her chest, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, she rested her head against his shoulder, nodding numbly as he continued to praise her.
Before she could fully gather herself, the door behind her creaked open again. Antoine stood there, his eyes glinting with a smug satisfaction that made Fleur's skin crawl. "Arthur, come in," Antoine said smoothly. "I'd like to have a word with both of you."
Arthur, unaware of the tension hanging in the air, stepped inside, beaming with excitement. Fleur followed behind him, her heart pounding in her chest as they walked into the office together. She could feel Antoine's gaze on her, could almost hear the silent mockery in his mind as he looked at her, but she couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes.
Antoine gestured for them to sit, his demeanour calm and professional, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. "Your girlfriend here has done exceptionally well," he said, his tone smooth and measured. "We're pleased to offer her a place at the university. However, this is just the beginning. Fleur will have to work even harder from now on, as the standards here are extremely high. But I'm confident that she will rise to the occasion."
Fleur's stomach twisted at his words, her mind catching on the hidden meaning behind them. Work harder. She knew exactly what he meant. Her future at this university wasn't secured by her grades —it was secured by her submission. And it wasn't over. It would never be over.
Arthur, blissfully unaware, nodded enthusiastically. "Of course! Fleur's always been hardworking. She'll do whatever it takes to succeed."
Antoine's lips curled into a subtle smirk, his eyes flicking briefly to Fleur. "Yes," he said, his voice thick with insinuation. "Whatever it takes."
Fleur's hands clenched in her lap, her fingers digging into her thighs as the weight of her situation pressed down on her. She tried to keep her breathing steady, tried to focus on Arthur's excitement, but her mind was spinning, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of what had happened.
As the conversation wrapped up, Antoine's eyes drifted to the upper corner of the room. Fleur followed his gaze, her breath catching in her throat when she saw it—a small security camera mounted on the wall, its red light flickering ominously. Her heart stopped.
The realisation hit her like a punch to the gut.
Everything was recorded.
Every degrading moment. Every humiliating act. It was all captured on video, and Antoine had complete control over it. Her entire body went cold as the horror of it sank in. She was trapped. He owned her, completely and utterly.
Antoine's smirk widened slightly as he looked back at her. "I have no doubt Fleur will rise to the challenge," he said smoothly, his voice layered with hidden meaning. "She's proven today that she's willing to do whatever is necessary to succeed."
Fleur nodded weakly, unable to find her voice. The room felt like it was closing in on her, the air thick with the weight of her shame. She stood up slowly, her legs shaking as she prepared to leave. Arthur reached for her hand, beaming with pride and excitement, but all she could feel was the crushing knowledge that this was only the beginning.
As they left the office, Antoine's voice echoed behind her. "Congratulations, Fleur. I'll be keeping a close eye on your progress."
Fleur nodded numbly, barely hearing Arthur's excited words beside her. All she could think about was the flickering red light and the dark future that awaited her. She had secured her place at the university, but at what cost? The deal was done. And now, she belonged to Antoine.
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