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PART 2

  

  

 

      After a moment, she climbed stiffly off of him. Alana looked down at him with obvious contempt before she turned and moved to straddle him again. She took her place on his upper chest again and he stared at her rear, which now loomed directly in front of him.

      "This is what you wanted, isn't it. My *ass*. It's obvious from this picture that you like it. Tell me how much you love my ass little boy," she said, twisting around to watch his face.

      "I love your ass," he said, his voice soft and meek before her.

      "Is it beautiful?"

      "Yes."

      "Do you love everything about it?"

      "Yes."

      "I could smother you again with it right now-do you fear it?"

      "Yes."

      "It controls you now, doesn't it?"

      "Yes."

      "It owns you now, you are its slave. Isn't that right?"

      "Y-Yes."

      She smiled at his admission.

      "You want to worship it, don't you?"

      "Yes." He said more firmly.

      "Show me. Worship it. Worship my ass," she said.

      She reached back to spread her cheeks with her hands before lowering herself onto his face. He pushed his tongue up against her asshole and she laughed. She hovered over him, letting him lick her for a few moments before he felt her sit all the way down again. He was smothering again, buried in her bare ass.

      "Remember little boy: as much as you love my ass, it will destroy you if you displease me. You are my toy and I can do with as I please. I *own* you," she said, her voice sounding impossibly calm to him as he struggled to breathe.

      She sat there longer and longer until it felt like his lungs would explode. His heart pounded in his chest and he felt panic seize him. He tried to wiggle free enough to get a breath, but it was hopeless.

      "Stop fighting it and give in. Give yourself to my ass. You can't resist it, just let it take control of you. Surrender to my ass."

      He just lay still under her, his lungs burning and his brain on fire. In his oxygen-starved brain her ass was taking control of him. He couldn't resist it. It did own him. As he blacked out the last thing he heard was her mocking laughter.

      *******

      Alana watched Josh's chest slowly rise and fall. It had felt so good to feel him snuffing out beneath her that she'd had to fight the urge to just stay there until the little shit was done.

      The feeling of power it had given her was amazing. Everything she'd done from the time she'd locked the door to the studio and attacked him had just felt so liberating, so *right*.

      When she looked down at him sleeping there, probably dreaming about her ass, she'd been furious. She stared at him and thought to herself that he was only an inch taller than her, and probably didn't weigh much more. She thought about how good it would feel to *make* him show her the respect she'd deserved, and the she couldn't stop herself.

      Once she'd gotten started, she couldn't stop herself. She didn't want to--it felt too good to be in control to give it up. Alana knew she'd gone too far, but even still she wanted more.

      Alana dressed herself and waited next to him. When Josh awoke five minutes later, he brought his hands up to his face and groaned.

      "It's about time you woke up. Get up," she said.

      He noticed her standing over him for the first time and she delighted at the immediate look of fear that came to him. Alana turned in place where she stood as he sat upright. She looked back over her shoulder at him, and was pleased to see him staring down at her rear. She knew he wasn't looking at it with the lust he had before. Now he looked mesmerized by it, as if it really did control his mind.

      "Go on little boy. Get down on your knees and kiss it."

      She watched as he stiffly moved behind her. He pressed his lips into her crack and she laughed at the sight.

      "Good boy. Get your face in there nice and deep," she said him, pushing her ass back into his face.

      Alana reached back and held his face deep in her ass for a moment, savoring the profane scene. What she had done was wrong, but how could she resist the sight of him like that, broken and fearful of her? How could she resist something that felt so good? Wrong or not, she couldn't let it end. She pushed him away with a flick of her hips.

      "Get your things. I'm assigning you some homework tonight. At *my* home."

      She smiled as he meekly gathered his things and followed her to the door.

      *******

      Josh's followed her in a daze. Just keeping up with her on the way to her car was difficult--he couldn't seem to catch his breath. His cheekbones and nose felt hot and sensitive. His balls throbbed with agonizing pain when he lowered himself into the passenger seat of her car. His whole body ached--even his tongue felt thick and sore in his mouth.

      Sitting there he sniffed and realized that he could still smell and taste her on his face. The memory of being trapped under her beautiful body brought a fresh wave of terror. That wasn't the only feeling that thinking of her caused, though.

      It was humiliating, but he couldn't deny the arousal he felt. How could he be turned on by someone who had treated him so badly? Why couldn't he bring himself to flee?

      He closed his eyes, trying to ease the headache that made it so hard for him to think. What thoughts he did have were of how beautiful her ass really was, about how wonderful her pussy tasted.

      What was wrong with him? When he thought about how scared and helpless he'd felt beneath her, he couldn't help imaging her doing it to him again! It was shameful, but on some level he had to admit that he loved the way it felt when she dominated him.

      When the car stopped he opened his eyes to find they were parked in the driveway of a house.

      "Come on. Bring your things," she said.

      Josh avoided her gaze. Looking straight at her just intensified the humiliating feelings of fear and desire. He followed her inside and set down his things where she indicated. Once she locked the door behind them, Alana seemed to change. She looked more confident, and somehow even sexier.

      "Get in there," she said, pushing him into what looked like her living room. "Lay down on the floor."

      He lowered himself to her carpeted floor and Alana moved to stand over him. She faced his feet and he stared up at her gorgeous rear with helpless need. Her ass did control him. No matter how much the loss of control was scary, he couldn't deny it then--he wanted her to do it again.

      "Don't just stare at my ass, look at me," she demanded.

      Josh lifted his eyes to meet her gaze. She really was beautiful. When would he ever get a chance to touch her body like this? It was worth going along with whatever perverted little games she wanted to play--he could always stop her if he wanted, right? After all, she was just a woman. She'd surprised him in the studio, and then pushed him until he was too dazed to fight.

      "Say something smart now, mister."

      He just lay there, confused by her request. Her eyes narrowed, and then she lifted one foot and pressed it to his crotch.

      "Do you need encouragement? I want to hear your little smart mouth run now," she said, and he felt her foot start to mash down against his sore crotch.

      "No, wait!"

      "Come on, we're all alone now. When we were alone earlier you had something to say about it. What did you say?"

      He searched his memory for a moment. Pain exploded through him as she put more weight on the foot crushing his balls, and the pain jogged his memory.

      "Isn't this romantic?" he said in a rush.

      She relented her trampling attack and smiled.

      "That's better. Go on, smart-ass. Say something else. You think you're too good an artist to learn anything from me, don't you? Say it," she demanded.

      He was too frightened by the threat of her foot on his crotch to try to resist her.

      "I-I'm a better artist than you are."

      "Yes, yes. Tell me what you really think. You think I'm just a weak woman who can't tell you what to do, right?"

      "Yes."

      "You think women are inferior to men, don't you?"

      Her voice sounded more urgent with each demand. Why did she want him to say things like this? She looked angrier with every passing minute.

      "Yes."

      "Tell me the truth, did you think about fucking me?"

      Was there really a chance that she was going to have sex with him?

      "Yes!"

      She made a sort of snarling noise and lowered herself towards him then. The tight material of her pants, stretched tight across her round bottom, filled his view as she sat down onto his face.

      "Why you little impertinent shit. We'll just see how big you feel when I'm done with you," she said.

      His head felt like it would burst when she mashed her full weight down on him. This wasn't the soft, warm embrace of her buttocks that he'd felt earlier--this was the same sort of punishing treatment he'd woken up to the first time. In pain and unable to breathe, his fear returned with full force

      The seconds ticked by and still she didn't let him breathe. His heart pounded and his fear grew to a panicked terror. Was she trying to kill him? Why had he played along with her, helped her work up her anger?

      He tried to struggle, but she didn't seem to have any trouble keeping him pinned and soon he felt himself grow even weaker. She grunted and jammed her ass down even harder and he shuddered as a helpless twitch ran through him. He was going to die, die right there on her living room floor in this humiliating position.

      The darkness, when it came, was almost a relief.

      ********

      Alana tied Josh's hands and feet while he lay unconscious. She stripped down to just her underwear, and when he woke up she used her ass to smother him out again.

      When he woke up the next time, he begged her to stop when she moved over him again. It was exhilarating. Alana delighted to hear Josh's pitiful little cries cut off when she sat back down on his face. She held complete power over him, and she loved the feeling.

      After that she took him right to the edge, again and again. She spent an hour like that, grinding her ass in his face until his trembling body signaled its surrender. Then, while he gasped for breath she'd make him kiss her ass or admit to her superiority.

      Every time she did it to him she grew hotter, until finally she couldn't resist the urge to let him pleasure her. She stripped off the panties and rode his tongue until she came.

      She rewarded his good work with a suffocating pussy smother that made him see stars. After that she alternated between smothering him and getting herself off until she couldn't take it any more.

      By that point, Josh had not just ceased to resist her but ceased to do anything. He just lay there and took whatever she gave him. When she demanded he do something, he obeyed immediately.

      She made him spend the night tied up on her bedroom floor. On and off throughout the night she awoke to the sound of him moaning in pain, and sometimes she heard him softly sobbing, which made her smile.

      The next day she didn't have any classes to teach so she continued on her mission to break her captive boy. When she wasn't smothering him or beating him, she took to making him draw for her.

      He drew picture after picture, each depicting her dominating him. She made him draw himself smothering under her ass. In others he depicted himself licking her rear and kissing her feet.

      Alana kept him weak and confused with her constant smothering torture as the days passed. He was probably missing classes, work, and appointments with his friends, but she didn't care. She couldn't get enough of dominating him

      She formed him into a perfect little slave boy. He did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, however she wanted it. He became her smother toy.

      When Tuesday came around she had to leave him to teach her morning class. She didn't worry about him escaping though. She just gave him his homework assignment and left him there, secure in the knowledge that he was too broken to run.

      He was so afraid of her then that it was actually sort of cute. When she'd told him to draw a picture of himself fucking her from behind, he'd actually cowered at the thought.

      When she returned from her class, Alana stripped and made him kneel behind her while she reviewed his work. As she looked over the filthy image, the young man who'd been so rude and arrogant, only days before, eagerly tongued her asshole.

      Dominating Josh, turning him into this ass-worshiping zombie-toy was the most exciting and erotic moment of her life. She felt so alive, so powerful and in control. She didn't know how he had broken down so completely, and she didn't care. He deserved it anyway, the little shit.

      She pushed him away and turned to hold the picture in front of him. "Get a good look at this, boy. Because this is the closest you will ever come to fucking me. Get your tongue in my pussy and I'll tell you what you're going to do with this," she said.

      As Josh began to lick her, Alana explained to him what she had planned.

      *********

      That night at class, Josh sat down quietly without speaking to the students around him. When he took out his pad and supplies, he let the drawing flutter out of his portfolio exactly as she'd ordered.

      It landed by the feet of the girl next to him. When she picked it up, her mouth dropped open and she was frozen.

      "Alana?" the female student said.

      "Yes Melinda?"

      "I think you should look at this."

      Alana walked over and looked down at the drawing, which clearly showed a boy who looked like Josh fucking a woman who looked like her from behind. The hastily penciled title removed any doubt, though. It read: "Fucking My Art Teacher".

      She gasped in a breath as she feigned outrage at the sight. It wasn't hard to work up a fake rage at him, even though he had drawn it under her command. All it took was remembering how he'd made her feel when he talked back to her the week before. She took the picture in one hand and grabbed Josh by the shoulder with the other.

      The class erupted in hushed whispering as she dragged him roughly from the room. She left the door open while she shouted at him in the hall, enjoying the added humiliation she was visiting on him by doing it within earshot of his classmates.

      After she sent him away she paused in the hall holding the picture. She thought it best to let the class think she needed time to calm down before she returned. In reality, she felt better than ever. Josh was on his way to gather his clothes and take them to her house, and he'd be waiting for her when she got home.

      When she showed the filthy picture to the dean Josh would be thrown out of the college for certain. Getting tossed would leave him free to spend all his time with her. Besides, she planned to give him all the education he'd need.

      He wasn't going to need a degree for his purpose in life--studying the fine art of being her slave. She smiled as she thought about how good it was going to feel when she celebrated getting him expelled by making him beg to lick her ass.

      He still had a lot to learn, but she could handle it. She was, after all, an excellent art teacher.

  
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