Broken Cycles: Hive of Body & Spirit 4 (Patreon)

Monday morning, I felt stares from multiple students, more than I’d been anticipating. I’d been getting looks from Taylor, hers were expected. After what I’d done with her last Friday, Sophia’s was expected as well. The surprise was Emma. It was a bit of a concern, given how I’d been here for a month and a half and cottoned onto the fact that she’s nuttier than a squirrel before winter.

But, it could potentially be aimed. She was almost certainly eager to get the chakra boost I’d given Sophia. The same seals combined with pavlovian reinforcement and she’d be a second pet psychopath at my beck and call.

Sure enough, after school, I had two visitors, “Mr. Smith, can we talk to you in private?”

Taylor and Madison were already sitting on opposite sides of the room, working on their homework. So I stood and led Emma and Sophia to the adjoining office, motioning for them to sit as I moved behind the desk.

“What seems to be the issue, Miss Barnes, Miss Hess?” I asked, staring the two down.

“Can you do for me what you did for Sophia?” Emma all but demanded. I met her gaze, staring her down with an unflinching expression, and she blinked before averting her gaze. When I continued to remain silent, she reluctantly added a quiet, “Sir.”

“I believe this is something that will require more in depth discussion at a later time, Miss Barnes,” I answered once she said that. “We can do so at the end of the week, at Miss Hess’s appointment. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” both girls said in unison, and I gave a nod.

“Good. If there is nothing else?”

“No, Sir.”

“Then I will see you tomorrow.”

I stood and opened the door to the office, letting the two teen girls out. I returned to the desk in the classroom, closing my eyes to take a deep breath and calm my racing thoughts. The fact that Emma was already exhibiting signs of aggression and entitlement towards me only reinforced my suspicions about her mental state.

I couldn't shake the feeling that I was playing with fire by using my powers in this way. But at the same time, I couldn't deny the rush of power that came with having people submit to me in that manner.

In my mind's eye, I could see Sophia, Emma, and Taylor kneeling in front of me, looking up at me with looks of worship and adoration. It aroused me far more than I anticipated, to the point I had to mentally force those thoughts away.

But as the week went on, I found myself becoming increasingly obsessed with the idea of having complete control over my students. The power I held over them was intoxicating, and I couldn't resist the temptation to use it to manipulate them in every way possible.

At the end of the week, I dropped Taylor home and then drove as quickly as I could to the house I'd brought Sophia to last week. Fortunately, I managed to beat them there and dispel the clone I had living there. Barely, since they arrived less than fifteen minutes after I did.

As soon as the door closed, I locked it and turned to face them. “How much has Miss Hess told you about how this went, Miss Barnes?” I asked, my voice low and firm.

“You drew something on her back, put your hand on her shoulder, then drew something along her spine,” Emma answered immediately.

I nodded, then had Emma turn around and lift the back of her shirt to expose the small of her back to me. I drew the same seal I drew on Sophia, Emma giving a gasp as it activated.

“Are either of you expected this evening?” I asked as I stood up, capping the sharpie and tossing it aside.

“No, Sir,” Sophia answered. “My mom doesn’t know where she is half the time, and Emma’s parents think she’s staying with me. Which she is.”

“Good girls,” I said, making both teens shudder, Emma’s eyes widening in shock as the seal sent a jolt of arousal through her. “Expose a shoulder.”

Emma hesitated, before unbuttoning the top two buttons of her blouse and pulling it aside to reveal her pale shoulder, a pale pink bra strap the only contrast in color.

“Good girl,” I told her, going through the hand signs before putting my hand on her bared shoulder. The seal buried into her barely there chakra coils, the burning sensation causing her to scream, something I kept quiet with a hand over her mouth.

When her screams stopped, I pulled her into a hug and let her sob into my chest, despite her initial attempts to pull away. She eventually stopped resisting, and when the tears stopped flowing, I let her pull away

“Now, shall we get started on your training?” I asked rhetorically.

What followed was several hours of guiding her through the basics of using chakra, while a shadow clone worked with Sophia, continuing her training from last week. During this time, I would make sure to periodically call them good girls, specifically to give them a bit of arousal.

By the time eleven PM rolled around, both girls were panting from both exhaustion, and lust. I wondered which of them would crack first, and in the end, it was Sophia who did so.

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I was a shadow clone, yet right now I was undoubtedly luckier than the original. I had an athletic ebony teen kneeling in front of me, my pants around my ankles, getting an enthusiastic, if inexperienced, blowjob. Sophia was topless, her shirt and sports bra tossed to the side as she drooled and slobbered over my cock, her hands squeezing her breasts and her fingers pinching and pulling at her nipples.

“Good girl,” I told her, my hand running through her hair as she forced the head of my cock past the ring of her throat. Her eyes were clouded over with lust even as she choked around me.

“Mmm, fuck,” I groaned, my hand tightening in her hair as she pushed me into her throat, my cock throbbing as her throat spasmed around me. “Don’t worry, Sophia, someday you’ll be able to swallow me whole.”

“Mmm,” Sophia moaned in response, her moans timed with my thrusts into her mouth.

I let go of her hair, allowing her to take a deep breath before letting her have another suckle. My hands reached around to grip the back of her head, pushing her down onto me, making her gulp hard against my length as I plunged into her throat again, the pleasure building until I felt like I might cum just from fucking her throat.

Sophia took one more long lick, her tongue swirling around my shaft as she sucked hard, drawing out a loud moan from me before I pulled her off me, letting her gasp for air. Her eyes, looking up at me with overwhelming arousal, made me chuckle darkly, a look that made her blush and look away quickly.

“Let's get these pants off you,” I told her, moving behind her. As soon as she had bent over enough to allow me access, I grabbed the waistband of her yoga pants and yanked them down to her knees, watching as her ass came into view, clad only in the matching white bikini bottoms.

“Were you hoping something like this would happen, Miss Hess,” I asked as my hand felt her firm butt cheek over her bottoms, the contact sending shivers up and down her spine.

“No Sir,” Sophia whimpered, trailing off into a moan as I ran a finger along the soaked front of her bikini bottoms.

“That sounds like a lie,” I answered, snapping the elastic of her bottoms with a hard tug. “We’ll just have to see how much I believe you, won’t we?”

I gave her cheeks another hard smack, watching as her flesh bounced and then returned to it’s normal shape, the red mark from my hand showing through her bottoms. Sophia took several deep breaths as she calmed down, though I could see her clenching and unclenching her fists as she tried to keep herself in check.

“That’s a start, but I think it’s time to find out how much of that was you thinking you couldn’t get into trouble and how much was the real you.”

I pulled her pants the rest of the way off, taking a moment to admire her ass, dark and firm, with two small red marks from my handprint, followed by a long red mark from the elastic cutting into her skin. My hand drifted down to her bikini bottoms, and Sophia quivered as I let my fingers slip under the waistband, tracing her slit as I started to tug them down. Sophia’s legs shook as I revealed her pink lips, already swollen and glistening with her arousal.

“You’re awfully wet, Miss Hess. I wonder how much of that was the anticipation of this and how much is genuine arousal?”

“I’m sorry Sir,” Sophia whispered, her voice hoarse and soft.

“It wasn't a question. Now, tell me what you want. Tell me why you wanted to do this. Was it because you thought you weren't going to get in trouble, or did you really enjoy having your pussy played with?”

The words spilled out of Sophia's mouth before she knew it, her breathing growing ragged as she spoke, her hands grasping at her thighs as she begged, “Please, please Sir, don't make me say it.”

“You were given a command, Miss Hess. Tell me what you want and why you wanted it,” I repeated, my voice firm.

Sophia stood there, still leaning over with her hands on her thighs, shaking for several seconds before she finally said, “I want you to fuck me, I want you to take my virginity and use me. When you call me a good girl it’s the most arousing thing I’ve ever felt and I hate it. I hate it and I love it at the same time because nothing’s ever gotten to me like that but it makes me weak.”

She trailed off, big wracking sobs tearing their way out of her. Well this didn’t go the way I’d planned on it, so I wrapped an arm around her bare shoulders and pulled her into my chest. Her hands gripped fistfulls of my shirt as she cried into my chest, her entire body shaking with the force of her tears. My hand rubbed circles into her back, letting her get the weight of her conflicting emotions out, until, when she seemed to run out of tears, I put a finger under her chin, lifting her head until she was looking at me.

“Feel better?” I asked her.

She looked away, but gave a nod, “Yes Sir.”

“Good girl,” I told her, enjoying the shudder that ran through her. “Now that you’ve admitted how you felt, we can proceed from there.”

“‘Proceed’? Proceed how, Sir?” she asked.

“Do you think you are the first girl who responds well to discipline, but didn’t know why?” I asked her, pulling what I was saying out of my ass. “Miss Hess, have you ever had a stable father figure in your life? I’d assume not, given your prior behavior. Children need a male role model in their lives, or they act out.”

“‘m not a child,” she mumbled, but didn’t say anything else.

“Perhaps not,” I allowed, mostly because it fit the flow I was feeling for the conversation. “But the damage was done, and now that I am showing you the discipline you should have received earlier in life, puberty is adding its element to it.”

“You think I’m just horny?” she pushed out, her voice starting to take on a defiant tone.

I sighed, “I think you’re everything. There is a primal need for discipline in all of us. Probably not as strong as it is in a girl your age, but still there.”

“So what are you saying?” she said, still looking away from me.

“I think that, if I take you, you’ll never want another man. I think it will be the best sex of your life, and you’ll be no better off than you are now,” I said, giving her all the truth I could.

She laughed, but a little sadly, “You think so?”

“So, my question is this,” I continued, ignoring the question, “do you want the sex and the domination, but the positive reinforcement of a father figure? Or do you want the sex and control without positive reinforcement, leaving you to deal with the fallout from your lack of training?”

“I want all of it, Sir,” she whispered, still not looking at me.

I gave a nod, “Good girl. Come here.”

She hesitated for a second, before taking the few steps forward. I reached down, grabbing her by her butt and lifting her up. Her legs wrapped around my hips, trapping my cock between us. I carried her over to the couch, and set her down on it before unbuttoning my shirt and removing it.

I grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss, her arms wrapping around my waist as I tongue fucked her mouth, her fingers grabbing at my bare ass. I pulled back, giving a small push on her shoulders, rolling her onto her back. She looked up at me, her face flush and her chest heaving with her ragged breath.

“You want my cock, don’t you?” I asked her.

She nodded quickly, “Yes Sir.”

“Spread your legs,” I ordered, something she did without hesitation. I slid myself up next to her, pushing my cock against her pussy lips, teasing her entrance for a moment before pushing inside.

“Ahhh!” she moaned, burying her face in a pillow as my dick stretched her open, filling her completely.

“Fuck, you feel good, Miss Hess,” I gasped.

“Your cock feels so big, Sir,” she replied, her voice trembling with excitement.

It was hard to hold back, but I wanted to fuck her slow, and I wanted her to come again before I let loose. So I moved slowly, sliding in and out of her tight cunt. The soft fleshy walls squeezed my shaft each time I bottomed out inside her, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body.

“That,” she started, trying to speak around the pillow pressed against her mouth, ”that feels so fucking good…oh God.”

My pace increased, slamming deep into her over and over until we were both panting heavily, our bodies slick with sweat. I leaned down, removing the pillow to give me better access, kissing her neck, licking her earlobe and sucking on it lightly, listening to her gasp when my teeth grazed the sensitive skin. Then I turned my attention to her tits, which had become swollen under my ministrations. One hand went to the right nipple, squeezing it firmly while my thumb flicked across the other one. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she screamed out loud, bucking her hips off the bed, forcing my cock deeper into her cunt.

I kept my grip on her nipple as I watched her cum, her juices flowing freely, soaking my balls as I thrust harder and faster, driving my dick deep within her womb. Finally, after several seconds of intense orgasms, she collapsed limply on the couch. I pulled my dick free and leaned over her, stroking her hair gently, waiting for her breathing to even out. When she finally opened her eyes, they met mine.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said softly.

“You are welcome, Miss Hess,” I said with a slight nod. “However, we are not finished.”

Sophia glanced between us, at my still hard cock, glistening with her juices, and nodded. With a slight grunt, she slid out from under me onto the floor. Bringing her legs up, she folded herself in half, tucking her legs under her shoulders and holding open her pussy with her fingers.

“Please fuck me, Daddy,” she begged with a whimper, making me twitch.

The image sent a shiver through my entire body. My heart beat faster, and I felt the familiar tingle in my loins. But I ignored it; instead focusing on Sophia's sweet, young face. I crawled up behind her, pulling her close. Her arms circled my waist and she rested her head on my shoulder.

“Are you ready?” I asked quietly.

Her head bobbed slightly.

“Very well then,” I told her, lowering my hips. I pushed inside her wet tunnel with ease, sinking inch after inch until I bottomed out. Sophia sighed loudly and buried her head into my shoulder, mumbling about how good it felt. I began to move slowly, savoring the feeling of being inside her hot little pussy. It wasn't long before her hands were roaming all over my back and ass, encouraging me to speed things along.

With a growl, I picked up the pace, pounding her like a jackhammer, watching as her boobs bounced wildly. I grabbed them, pinching the nipples and twisting them roughly, eliciting an even louder moan from Sophia. She looked back at me, biting her lip as I slammed into her, her eyes pleading for more.

I obliged, picking up the pace once again, pumping her full of my cock. As I fucked her, Sophia reached down, stroking her clit. That was fine by me because that meant there she got even wetter and tighter. She knew exactly what she was doing too. I could see her fingernails on her other hand digging into her thighs, the muscles tensing as she struggled to hold back her orgasm. I pounded away, unable to hold back any longer.

“FUCK!” I shouted, shooting ropes of cum deep into Sophia's pussy, causing her to cry out. I continued to spurt, emptying myself, sending a few last spurts deep inside her. We stayed locked together, rocking slightly, my cock still twitching inside her warm tunnel.

Finally, I softened, slipping out of her with a groan. Sophia fell back against the floor, gasping for air, her chest heaving. After catching her breath, she sat up, wiping the sweat from her forehead with her forearm.

“That was amazing, Daddy,” she panted, her cheeks flushed red. “You're really good at this.”

“Thank you, Miss Hess,” I said, panting myself.

“Sir…” Sophia trailed off, looking slightly hesitant. “What if… what if I get pregnant?”

“If that happens, Miss Hess, then you will inform me and I will take steps to ensure you are provided everything you will need for the baby,” I told her. I left out the part where I’d be doing my damndest to make sure she did get pregnant, but either she’d figure it out or she wouldn’t.