Justine’s Monday (Patreon)

The events portrayed in this writing is purely meant for entertainment only. They do not necessarily reflect the writers opinion or desires. All is written for fun and with no malice of forethought.

Please be considerate as English is not my first language.

Yours truly
Hammer
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The ever annoying tone of the smartphone rang Justine out of her slumber in which her immense brian once again was expressing the deeper meanings of the physics of the universe.

She turned to quell the annoyance and rose out of her bed.

There was a knock on the door and in walked Justine’s mother.

Abigail: Good morning sweetie! Did you have a nice sleep?

Justine rolled her eyes: Yes Mother, I did.

Abigail smiled brighter and left the room again.

Justine had long ago wondered how such a simple woman like her mother could give birth to such a mental wonder like herself. She was equipped with an intellect that came maybe once or twice in a generation… and her mother was… well… Abigail Flanner.

Justine sighed. She then went through her morning mental exercise, and she recited a ton of knowledge before she remembered what day it was…

Justine: And finally, Monday the…

Justine opened her eyes. She looked alarmed.

Justine: Monday!?

Justine rose from the bed with purpose. She literally ran to her bathroom and began her morning routine.

Everything from bath, to clipping nails, brushing her teeth and her hair, and shaving her intimate parts. She wanted to be as smooth and delicate as possible.

She then went in to get her hidden stash of forbidden underwear.

Her mom wasn’t really a fan of thongs… at least not outside of a beach. And even then Abigail wasn’t a fan of them.

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Abigail: Look at that…? I mean… just look… It’s even worse than strutting around naked.

That was her comment once Mrs Rockwaller had walked past them on the beach of Lake Middleton.

Justine hadn’t bothered to even look at first… when Mrs Rockwaller passed by another time Justine looked up, and she was taken back by how amazing she looked.

The golden tanned woman with the huge mane of curly brown hair was like a living goddess. Justine had apparently caught her eye because Tonnie smiled and presumably blinked at her under her sunglasses.

Abigail: Urgh… she is such a whore. I hear she and her daughters are nudists. When they are at home, they are completely naked all the time.

Justine: Mom, if they enjoy that, then they are free to do so.

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Justine however found a pink pair and put them on.

She gave them just a dash of her favorite perfume first. Then she got dressed. She looked in her mirror. She wanted to look her best.

Mondays… The day most people hate…

That day was special to her.

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Abigail drove her daughter to school and with a last kiss, she saw Justine walk into the hallway of Middleton High. Justine looked around on the front lawns. Her peers were gathering and she was looking out for one in particular.

Justine: Where are you…?

Justine looked out for blonde hair…

Ah! There he…! … No… that wasn’t him… It was just that jerkface to Josh Mankey and his idiotic dyed hair…

No girl at the school wanted anything to do with him anymore.

He had also tried his luck with Justine, but no way José!

Justine confirmed Ron was not on the lawns so she walked up the stairs and inside the hallway building. The main hall was a great sight.

Technically, Justine had no use for the curriculum of Middleton High. She had already passed the exams with flying colors and had in fact since she was 11 followed the studies and guidelines of the leading universities of the nation. She had been assisting laboratories and scientific studies since she was 13 and was only staying at Middleton because the state was in effect a magnet for huge scientific companies and laboratories, both private and from the government.

This meant that even the High Schools had an unusually well funded scientific program. And the Colleges were all in a way, the best when it came to education. Of course there were some courses that were better than others, for some careers.

M.D.s usually went to Upperton University.

But that was not Justine’s course. She wanted to assist her mentor and mistress Professor Vivian F. Porter, the most prestigious robots expert in the country, well in fact in the entire world.

Vivian was a goddess to Justine. A shining deity of knowledge, intelligence and wisdom. She was cold, calculating, mischievous and brilliant, and also warm, caring, empathic and hot as the insides of a volcano.

Justine had her picture posted in her locker, and she was looking at it right now.

Huh… Justine looked around.

Still nothing…

She looked down the hall in both directions. Nothing in both ways. She saw students get ready for yet another Monday, but… nothing else…

Justine: Odd…

Justine placed some of her books in her locker. She wouldn’t need them for the first lessons.

Then she took out some books instead.

She placed them in her bag and placed the strap over her shoulder. She then closed the locker and turned to walk down the hallway…

When she looked up it was already too late…

Justine was looking at a young man who strolled her way.

The sight of him alone made her heart flutter in excitement and joy. She was so happy, and she was unbelievably smitten the moment his eyes met her… and then… her brain remembered…

She remembered what always happened… Every single Monday… since she started on Middleton High…

The first few times had been terrifying… not to mention… awkward…

Surely for the bystanders it had been a comical sight, but for Justine it had been embarrassing. But then… as time went by and… apparently the curse remained… Justine simply learned to accept it…

Also… she was curious…

How the heck did it happen?

Justine and Ron Stoppable barely had time to notice one another. Then Justine felt it… some form of weird interference or so she liked to think, caused her foot to slip, and Ron to slide…

Justine felt how she literally turned like a cat in the air, and instead of landing on her back, she defied the laws of Newton and was turned on her belly.

But instead of hitting the hard marble floor, Justine instead landed softly on top of Ron… who mid air collided with her and took the shock of the fall.

Now… How Ron managed to lose his pants in mid flight… or at least… How they slided down the way they did was a mystery to Justine… but the fact was, Ron's cock had flown out of his pants as they were airborne and the jolt of the movement somehow forced the cock into Justine’s open mouth.

Justine felt how the huge cock forced her mouth to gape and shoved itself down her throat… This was unusual, but it had happened before. Mostly… like now… when the hall was empty… except for Ron and Justine.

Justine and Ron had landed…

Justine with Ron’s cock in her throat… and Ron with Justine’s pussy on his face.

Justine was trying to move Ron’s cock from her throat, but before she could she felt how Ron pumped his sperm into her stomach… again…

Justine didn’t want Ron to cum all over her face again… he had done that too… it was much better that it got down her stomach and throat instead of all over the place…

Besides… She enjoyed it.

When Ron was finally done cumming, Justine was ready for some oxygen. She slowly pulled herself backwards and released Ron’s cock. This made her sit upright. She could feel Ron’s nose poke right into her ass. She could feel his breath.

Justine looked around. They were alone.

Justine smacked her mouth. There was a distinct taste in her mouth besides that of Ron’s cock.

He had had sex this morning.

Justine turned in a way to look down on Ron under her.

His face was completely hidden by her ass. All she could see was some of his hair.

Her legs were resting on his arms… as if he had attempted to catch her in a way… sometimes he would have his arms around her lower back, and sometimes he would have a good firm grip on her buttocks… Sometimes even with fingers in her openings…

Justine sighed: Another Monday Morning… huh, Ron? How was your weekend?

Justine couldn’t really hear Ron well… but she could easily feel his mouth move over her pussy…

Her thong had been pushed aside, so Ron had in fact his mouth full of her pussy…

Justine: Oh fuck…

Justine collected herself and removed herself from Ron. She straightened her thong and placed all the bonds on herself that she had.

She saw Ron collect himself as well and try to get to grips with what had just happened. This included tucking his cock safely away again and reassure he hadn’t gotten a concussion.

Ron: Good Morning Justine… And… Sorry… again…

Justine was busy collecting her papers.

Justine: It’s not your fault Ron Stoppable. It seems… For some reason… That we are meant to do this odd maneuver every Monday…

Ron: Well… I meant uhm… That I uh… you know…

Justine knew… she blushed a bit.

Justine: Well… I didn’t have my breakfast so… I don’t mind too much. Sperm is Protein and Plasma. The perfect diet to start the day. So… it’s alright Ron. No need for apologies.

Ron still seemed sheepish.

Justine: I… I noticed a taste on your… uhm… member…You uhm… Had some action this morning?

Ron: Yeah uh… you know… when you have several girlfriends… then…

Justine: I get it…

Justine packed her stuff back in her shoulder bag and then she stood up and corrected her skirt and straightened her hair.

She then looked at Ron.

Ron slowly stood up with his backpack.

Justine looked at Ron with her speechless expression.

Ron: What?

Justine: I guess you could at least walk me to the biology lab this morning… since your posse hasn’t gathered yet.

Ron nodded and they walked side by side to the science wing of the school.

Ron noticed how Justine walked unusually close to him. Their shoulders actually touched.

It might sound a little weird that Ron reacts to being this close to a girl who he just moments ago had striding his face… but one thing is… accidental contact… something else entirely is willing contact.

Ron and Justine walked into the classroom and found their seats. Justine was always at the front rove, but Ron preferred to sit at the back of the class.

Justine this time looked back at Ron. They were almost alone in the class as of yet. There was only the girl Gabriella, as always almost hidden away by her usual huge amount of books and a boy Justine had never bothered to remember the name of.

Justine went over in her mind why she insisted on sitting at the front rove. The only reason she even attended classes was because her mom insisted that she also needed a social education… like she knew anything…

But… also…

Justine glanced back at Ron one more time…

Ron… was at the school. Justine adored him and she was… she admitted it… she was more than in love with Ron.

She held him in the same regard and standard as she did Vivian Porter. Not because of Ron’s intellect… no… because of his genuine good nature and… his wonderful unbreakable spirit.

She was absolutely impressed by his endless courage.

Kim Possible dared to go do dangerous things to help people mainly because of her fathers idiotic mantra that ‘Nothing is Impossible for a Possible.’ Kim Possible suffered from delusions that she can’t be stopped. It’s a damn good thing Ron is with her - Justine thought - because one day, it would go wrong, and then… no more Kim Possible.

But as long as Ron was with her on her journeys, she was not gonna be harmed. Justine was in awe of Ron’s huge bravery. Even though he faced horrible dangers, he never backed down. He was always ready to help. Justine suspected he might even bring a sense of comedy to their tales, but this was a far stretch.

Just as they heard the bell ring again, Justine made a decision to go and sit next to Ron. She stood up and took her bag and walked down towards Ron.

But just as she did…

A horde of students entered the room. Most of them included… Ron’s growing posse of girlfriends.

Justine was literally pushed aside by them all.

Kim, Tara, Monique, Bonnie, Jessica, Yori and Hope all spun around Ron like smitten kittens. Purring and shaking their butts as if to get his attention.

As the bell rang a final time, Justine saw them all sit down around Ron. Justine sat down on her spot again… disappointed. Once again, her over analytical brain had kept her from doing what she actually wanted to do.

She really wanted to be with Ron.

And she had hoped that…

Justine: Huh?

Justine’s phone rang. It was on a schedule. Only one person was allowed to call her in these hours. That meant it was urgent.

But it wasn’t a call, it was a message.

It was from Professor Porter. It said: “Come quickly! I need you at the lab!”

Justine had the right to walk out of school simply because… well… she didn’t learn anything she didn’t already know.

She took her bag and pretty much ran out of the classroom. Her teacher already knew of the arrangement.

Justine ran to the doors and got herself off to the lab.

On the way she imagined what might have happened and she was working on several different ways to solve every single scenario.

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Justine gave the Uber driver a 5 star review. His car was clean, he got her to the lab in no time and he didn’t say a damn word. Worthy of 5 stars.

She ran inside the huge building and into the lab of Vivian F. Porter.

Justine: I am here Professor! What’s happened!? What has escaped and what do you need me to program to catch it?!

Vivian Porter looked up at Justine and walked over to her with all senses of calm.

Justine was thrown aback… She… she knew that cold icy stare in those wonderful blue eyes.

The radiant blonde bombshell goddess she worshiped… was angry… But it wasn’t any ordinary anger… it was… the urge…

Vivian looked her up and down. She then smiled. Justine felt so… so unprepared… and so unworthy…

With her right hand, Vivian lifted up in Justine’s skirt and slid down her thong and began to finger her pussy.

Vivian: What a dirty little bitch you are… You are already wet…

Justine didn’t have the nerve to answer her goddess back. It was because of her meeting with Ron earlier.

Vivian moved closer and began to kiss Justine right on the mouth. Justine spread her legs to allow Vivian to better finger her. She was so good.

Vivian played with Justine’s pussy for over ten minutes before she felt a change of situation.

Vivian: Down bitch! On your knees!

Justine obeyed instantly and Vivian pulled up in her own short skirt.

Justine was met with the sight and the wonderful scent of her goddess’ pussy. Justine was in love all over again.

Vivian placed her hands on Justine’s head and began to rub her pussy up against Justine’s face. She had done this so many times before, and Justine loved it every time. Professor Porter - THE professor Porter was actually using Justine Flanner’s face… to satisfy herself.

To Justine, this was paradise. The feeling of Professor Porter’s pussy grinding up and down her face, coating her with her wet juices of love, was literally better than anything else in the entire world… safe maybe having Ron’s cock down her throat. But…

Right now, the best in the world… was this…

Justine wasn’t expected to lick Professor Porter. In fact last time she had stuck out her tongue to get a taste, Professor Porter had stopped her immediately:

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Vivian: What the fuck was that?!

Vivian pulled her pussy away from Justine’s face. She looked angry at her.

Justine still had her tongue out of her mouth.

Vivian: Did you just lick me?

Justine: Uh… uhh…

Vivian: ANSWER ME!

Justine: Y-yes… professor I did… but I just…

Vivian slapped Justine over her face. Justine felt the shock and pain and humility.

Vivian: Don’t you ever fucking do that again… You hear me!?

Justine: Y-yes… professor Porter…

Justine looked up at her professor who glared at her like a goddess of thunder ready to strike her down.

VIvian: If I want you to lick my pussy I will tell you to… but when I am fucking your face, you keep that fucking tongue in your mouth or you are never setting foot in this lab again, Understood?!

Justine: Yes, Professor Porter… I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to…

Vivian slapped her again.

Vivian: That’s enough…

Justine became quiet.

Vivian: Now… I am gonna give ya one last chance… and if you fail, then you won't be my personal slave… so shut your stupid face… and let me fuck you, and don’t do anything unless I tell you to.

Vivian then pushed her pussy up against Justine’s face and continued to fuck her.

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… Ever since then, Justine had been Professor Porter’s personal sex slave. They literally had a contract made. Justine even had agreed to get a microchip implanted in her body, so Vivian could always tell where she was.

Justine had undressed and crawled up on the table in Vivian’s lab. Vivian had then lubed up her asshole and then placed a small cylinder in a device she had crafted herself.

Justine: Will it hurt?

Vivian: Only a litte. But the lubricant should make entrance easier.

The device looked almost like a mix between a gun and a dildo. Vivian poured some more lube over the dildo looking part of the device and slowly stuck it inside Justine’s asshole.

It did hurt… but… then it kinda felt nice…

Vivian: I count to 3…

Justine took a deep breath.

Vivian: 1… 2…

Justine felt a sudden pain… kinda like a pinch on the inside of her ass. But then the pain was gone.

Vivian: There…

Vivian slowly removed the contraption from her ass.

Vivian: That wasn’t so bad… was it?

Justine shook her head.

Justine crawled down from the table. The feeling of having a chip in her body, gave her a wonderful sense of being the personal property of Professor Porter… or as she then should call her from now on… Mistress.

Vivian began to type in some information in her private computer and seemed to be genuinely happy.

Vivian: Wonderful. The chip is responding.

Justine smiled.

Vivian then picked up something that looked like a choker necklace. But it looked more like something you would put on a dog.

Justine saw how her mistress placed it on her neck, like it was just a piece of jewelry.

Vivian: Now people can really see that you are my possession.

Justine couldn’t tell, but in the mirror later, she had seen that the golden plate had Vivian’s name on the backside.

Justine felt so happy.

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To this day the very memory of the day her mistress marked her as her property was a day Justine would treasure for all time, and as a matter of fact…

Vivian: Oh for fucks sake I am cumming!

Justine woke from her fantasy and as Vivian removed her pussy from her face, Justine opened her and sucked professor Porter’s pussy into her mouth. She moved her head back and forth and squirmed her tongue wildly around and then… she felt how Vivian came into her mouth.

The wonderful taste of Vivian Porter’s love juices were such a welcome feeling in Justine’s mouth. The only thing she would claim tasted better, was Ron’s sperm.

Justine’s wildest and most potent sex dream was to have sex with both Ron and Vivian at the same time… no wait… that wasn’t true… That was her second most potent dream.

If she were to be truly happy, Ron and Vivian were to have sex and treat Justine as nothing but an object. A sex toy that they used between them.

That would be paradise.

Justine viewed both Ron and Vivian as living gods, and she… she was the human destined to serve all their fleshy demands.

Vivian: Uh… Justine…?

Justine opened her eyes. Her mistress looked down upon her.

Vivian: I am done cumming. You can let go now.

Justine realized she had been suckling on… possibly for a while… She had gotten a crazy orgasm when Vivian had cummed in her mouth…

Justine let go of the pussy and gave it one last kiss.

Justine: I am sorry, Mistress…

Vivian caressed her face. She was smiling.

Vivian: We are still breaking you in.

Justine was advised to stand up and she did. Then Vivian walked over to her desk. Justine was a little confused. Her mistress behaved so… so oddly… even for her.

Justine: Did… did something happen professor?

Vivian: Yes, Justine, something did in fact happen. That blundering idiot. James Possible hasn’t delivered or even written the report to the science mission board about the progress of the program, and therefore either we have to cancel it all or I have to use the next 12 hours to write it all.

Justine was in shock, this was serious.

Justine: Can… Can you pull it through?

Vivian: I can, and I will. I ain’t losing this mission because of some idiot who would rather bang the chairman of the board than do his damn job.

Vivian made a gesture to Justine by the desk.

Vivian: Get under the table.

Justine blinked but then she did as she was told and crawled under the table. It was already patted with several soft pillows.

Vivian then sat on her chair and rolled over to her desk. Justine, was on all fours and looking directly at her mistress' wonderful pussy. It was perfect in every way.

Vivian: It’s a little early, and we haven’t even begun your training in cunninglingus, but this will have to be your initiation to it.

Justine looked up at her mistress, it was a little hard but she could see her goddess-like face.

Vivian: I am gonna write everything and you will lick my pussy while I do so. Understood?

Justine: Yes Mistress, and thank you so much.

Vivian: You are welcome Justine. Now… get to work.

Justine began to lick her immediately. Justine was already in the seventh heaven of pure joy, simply by knowing that she was now allowed to lick her Mistress’ pussy. Of course only when she told her to, but… this was a huge thing for Justine. She loved her so much.

And she always would.

She was a slave of love, for life.

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The end.