The provocative student

[SVerberghe]

This story containes some ether knock outs and the use of rohypnol. It's about a student and a teacher and it's a fairly soft story.

I do not live in an english speaking country so i'm sorry for any grammer or spelling errors

The provocative student

His chalk tapped on the blackboard. He wrote out the answers of the last exercise with his left hand. His other hand was hidden deep in the side pocket of his jeans, his fingers stroked the smooth capsule of the Rohypnol. The thoughts of what he could do with that later were enough to made him erect. Jeff didn’t dare to turn around to the classroom anymore. He hesitated. Brussels sprouts, Brussels sprouts, Brussels sprouts, repeating Brussels sprouts like a mantra helped a little.

‘Any questions?’ He looked around at his classroom. Only six students. Most of them were middle aged businessman, but on the front row there was a young girl. She was in her early twenties, or maybe her late twenties. She had a petite figure and she would dress youthful. At the coffee machine once he heard her complain about how people always guessed her younger than she actually was. Maybe she was indeed in her late twenties already.

Ruby, was her name. She was dressed in a shiny silk blouse and whenever she bend over her notebook and took notes he could see everything. The curvature of her breasts, the edge of her bra. The way she dressed reminded him of a school uniform. A checkered skirt, knee socks, sort of a sexy take on a school uniform though. And then there were those worn-out ballerina shoes that she would either dangle from her toes, or kick-out alltogether, so she would take class in her socks.

She chewed on her pencil and gave him an provocative look. He stumbled and try to ask the rest of the class what their answers were for the next exercise. Today was the last lesson. Only half an hour to go and he wouldn’t be her teacher anymore, only half an hour and he would be free to do to her whatever he liked.

He struggled through the leftover minutes. After class they would go out for drinks on last time. The pub was crowded. His students talked about whether or not they would sign up for the advanced course. Jeff tried to smile once in a while. He made sure he sat next to Ruby. His fingers stroked once again over the little capsule in his pocket. He didn’t want to seduce her. Ordinary sex, a one night stand, that wasn’t what he was looking for. He wanted more than that.

The way she sat in his classroom, with her provocative smiles, her tongue toying with her pencil, twisting her hair around her finger. The way she would bend over her table lending him a peek all the way down to her bellybutton. The way she would dangle with her shoes. All her little ways had turned him on so much, and all the while he wasn’t allowed to react or do anything. Now it was time for revenge. Now he wanted her to be powerless and not able to fight back. He wanted to replace the provocative look in her eyes with a look of confusion. Her bright eyes would be dazed and fluttering. Her complacent little smile would make way for some useless slurred protests.

He waited for the best moment. They ordered another round, and then another. He sipped his coke. She drank red wine. Her glass stood very close by, no one was looking at him. It would be so easy to break the capsule and drop the powder into her drink. He didn’t dare to go through with it.

Everybody went home. And even though she was a bit tipsy, she wasn’t by far as sedated as he would like her to be. This was goodbye. This was the last time he would see her. He was just too much of a softy. Later tonight he would be alone in is bed with only his left hand to comfort him. With closed eyes he would imagine what could have been, if he hadn’t chickened out.

He got in his car. His arms rested on the steering wheel and he stared at Ruby as she cycled away.

He knew where she was heading. Maybe he could wait for her at her home. To be sure he studied the class list once again, it was unnecessary. He knew her address by heart already. He drove to her street and parked the car next to an alley. He peered into the dark and waited for her to arrive. Nothing. She couldn’t be inside yet, could she? He had his car and she would have to cycle.

He waited and played with the rohypnol. Now what? What would happen if she came home? He couldn’t just push the rophynol down her throat. And even if he could, then it would still take twenty-five minutes or more for it to take a hold of her.

The whole idea was stupid anyway. He wanted to start the car and drive of, when he remembered the little bottle of ether. He bought it last winter because an employee at the gas station kept insisting his car needed it.

He got out of the car and searched through the trunk until he found the bottle. Now he needed some sort of rag, a piece of fabric, anything. In his trunk he found a old towel full of oil. He couldn’t do that to her. Instead he removed his colbert and t-shirt. With his teeth he ripped a piece of cotton out of his shirt and he folded it into a little square. He put his jacket back around his bare shoulders.

He finished just in time, when he looked over he saw her steering her bicycle into the alley.

He ran after her. She looked for her keys. He poured some ether on the fabric and approached her from behind. He grabbed her and pushed the ether into her face.

She fought back. Her elbow hit him in the cheekbone. He cursed, but he had to keep holding on to her. She scratched him. She put her feet against the wall and tried to push him of that way.

Her bicycle fell over. The sound echoed against the houses. She lost one of her shoes.

It took much longer than he’d expected. On tv when someone got a rag of chloroform against their face, they’d be knocked out within a breath or three. Maybe that was the difference between chloroform and ether.

He couldn’t go back anymore now. He had to see through. He had to hold on to her until she was unconscious. His hand and the fabric muffled her cries for help. Her resistance seemed to fade a little. He felt her grasping for air. Her chest moving up and down fast.

Her hairs tickled his face. He bend over to her ear. He wanted to whisper something like: ‘Deep breaths, cutie,’ but he felt to embarresed to do so. Instead he knibbled on her earlobe. Her nails pressing less and less in his hand, she weakened. He felt her melt into his arms. Her body heavy against his. Her hand slipped away and dangled limp at her side.

‘There you go,’ he said.

He carried her to his car and he prayed he wouldn’t bump into anyone, teenagers leaving for their night out, or a neighbor walking her dog.

He was in luck. He succeeded to get Ruby into the car without being seen. He laid her down on the backseats and he was shocked. Right in the middle of her face he saw her two clear blue eyes, wide open. It was as if she looked at him directly.

He played with her limp fingers, he lifted her arm and it dropped limp onto the backseat. Why was her body totally loose and limp, but were her eyes wide open? Was she faking it?

His hand slid under her skirt. Her pantyhose stretching tightly over her crotch. He poked around with his fingers. She was warm and a little moist. She didn’t seem aware of it, yet her eyes remained open. He dropped a little more ether on the piece of fabric and held it against her face.

She didn’t struggle. She just kept lying there, breathing docile. Inhaling more and more of the chemical fumes. Here eyes seemed to turn away, but then she stared at him once more.

‘Just go to sleep,’ he said, ‘close your eyes.’

Her eyes rolled up into her head, then she opened them again. He dropped some more ether on the rag. Her breathing was slow and evenly. Every breath had her more and more anesthetized. Her eyelids fluttering rapidly, her eyes rolled away one more time. They remained closed, finally.

He was in awe. Finally she was as powerless and unconscious as he wanted her to be.

He got in the car and drove of. The strong fumes still lingered in his car and he had to open a window in order not to get light headed himself. When he was almost home coughing and moaning sounded from the backseat. At the next traffic lights he put some more ether on the rag. He tried to throw it at her face. It ended half on her mouth and cheek.

Would it be enough? She never even tried to get it of her face. She just kept moaning and mumbling and she kept breathing in the ether until she once again fell silent.

When they arrived at his home, he carried her inside. He placed her on the bed. He noticed she was still wearing her backpack. He removed it from her paralyzed limbs and he threw the backpack in a corner of the room.

He also removed the rest of her clothes. Her head and chest leaned heavy against his shoulder while he took of her top and bra. He pulled the skirt over her hips and he peeled the knee socks of. Her pantyhose and panties he left on her.

He stroked her feet. The nylon was soft and pliable under his fingers, her toes as limp as the rest of her body. He caressed her calf and her thigh and he fondled her in between her legs.

It was so much better than any fantasy he had ever had. Her tiny feet, the total limpness of her body, the warmth and the softness of her private spot.

He got onto the bed and pressed himself against her body. It was only for tonight, he said to himself, only tonight, after that he would return her home. She wouldn’t have a clue of what happened.

He fondled the breasts he had seen so many times already. He stroked them with his fingers first, and after that with his tongue and his lips. He nibbled on her nipple, until it became hard in his mouth.

He had trouble controlling himself.

She coughed and seemed to be waking up once again. He tied her down. Her arms over her head, her legs spread apart. She was completely helpless. He could fondle her where ever he wanted, he could force her to breath in more of the ether, he could feed her the rohypnol afterall.

Yes, that he would do. He checked if she was tethered securely and left for the kitchen. He prepared a glass of coke and dropped in the powdered rohypnol. The white powder stayed afloat. He stirred and stirred until all seemed to be dissolved into the liquid. After that he returned to the bedroom.

Her eyes were open now. Drowsily she stared forward. It was as if she didn’t even notice him, if she wasn’t even aware that she was half naked, tied up and in his bed. Her eyelids closed for a second. He placed himself next to her, he played with her nipples until they were firm again.

‘Look,’ he said, ‘looks like you like that.’

She opened her eyes and with that same blank look in her eyes she looked up at him. He stroked her flat stomach and he fondled her in between her legs over her pantyhose and panties.

‘How about this? Do you like this as well?’

‘Huh?’ She looked at him confused and bewildered. He asked again. Slowly she started shaking her head.

‘No? Don’t worry, I’ve got you a coke,’ he said. He helped her lift her head and he poured the coke with the rohypnol into her mout. She tried to turn away.

‘Be a good girl and drink,’ he said. He fed her more and more. She coughed but kept on swallowing. When the glass was empty he saw a the bottom some leftover specks of white. He collected them with his thumb and let her lick it of. She obediently sucked the rohypnol of his thumb.

‘Good cutie.’

He fondled her entire body, and he wondered whether there would be a moment in between the ether subsiding and the rohypnol taking affect that she would be awake enough to be aware.

His hand found its way under her pantyhose. He stroked the fabric of her panties. Was she panting?

Would he be able to give her an orgasm before she was unconscious again. He slid inside her panties. The fabric tightly around his hand. He fingered her until his hand cramped up.

He studied her face. She stared at him vacantly, all be it with slightly redder cheeks than before. See, she liked it. He pressed his lips against hers and he probed his tongue into her mouth. She even kissed him back. He kept on fingering and kissing her, until he noticed her body started to contract.

‘That’s right, there you go,’ he whispered softly into her ear.

Her hips were rocking and he assumed she orgasmed. Right? She was too out of this world to be faking it, anyway. Her eyes rolling back and forth. He teared the pantyhose of her body. The panties were harder to rapture. He found sciccors and cut the fabric open, until her little pink privates were totally exposed.

He himself was rock hard by now. He had a million more plans. He wanted to bath her, he wanted to play with her hair and feet, he wanted … There wasn’t any self discipline left. He jumped on top of her and thrusted himself inside her.

In less than thirty seconds he finished. A few moments he was embarrassed, then he realized she was too sedated to make fun of him. He stayed on top of her, and when he caught his breath, he started thrusting again. This time he lasted much longer.

He leaned on his hands and his eyes consumed every inch of her drugged unknowing face. Her limp body was shaking up and down in his rhytm and so were her breasts. He leaned towards her ear, he bit in her earlobe and in her shoulder.

All night he had his way with her, only when he was exhausted himself he looked at the time. He needed to bring her back. It was only for one night. She needed to wake up in her own bed, she needed to not remember anything.

But he wasn’t ready to let her go. He had so much more ideas on what to do with her, so much more fantasies to turn into reality.

He filled up the bathtub and carried her to the bathroom. Her sleeping head rolled against his shoulder. He kissed her forehead. Carefully he lowered her into the water. Little steamy clouds circled around them. He washed her body and her hair. He wrapped her into a towel, and he put her clothes back on.

After that he returned her to his car. De sky wasn’t black anymore, it was turning into a dark blue already. It wouldn’t take long before the sun would show up.

He searched in her backpack until he found her house keys. He carried her upstairs and he dropped her on the bed. He went through her clothes to find a new set of panties, to replace the ones he destroyed. He pulled it over her hips, it tightly followed the curvature of her body.

He positioned her languid limps in a sleeping position and he tucked her in. He didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay. He wanted to know how she would react when she woke up. Would she remember anything. Would she think it was hot, or would she find it creepy? If only he had a nanny cam or something like that.

One night just wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He needed more. Just one more time, or two times, or three times.

From her backpack he grabbed her agenda. On a scrap of paper he wrote down the appointments she had. Next tuesday she would be home late, or Friday two weeks from now, he could wait for her in the alley on those days.

Once again he looked over at her peacefully sleeping face, her hairs draped over her pillow. She looked happy, she looked satisfied and pleased.

Next Tuesday, he said to himself. In the meantime he would try to find out whether chloroform was indeed that much faster acting than ether.

[larrydude]

The panties were harder to rapture. He found sciccors and cut the fabric open, until her little pink privates were totally exposed.

I liked that part!

[Annabelle]

Fab story.

[CBiscuit]

Yes! Well done!