Dual Shudder

Suddenly a blue flash blinded her and she had to blink away spots. Sarah was no longer sitting on the corner but was sitting right in front of Zarina. Her slick boots were planted on the armrests and her thin dress was hiked up to give the professor an unimpeded view of Sarah's bald pussy.

The sweet scent of vanilla was filling her head, it smelled just like the leaflet. Sarah's clit was engorged and Zarina swore she could see it pulsing in time with her own heartbeat. Beckoning her closer, begging for attention. And then that vanilla flavor was on her tongue, coating her lips.

One slim hand was cradling her head guiding her head to where she needed to go. A honeyed voice was whispering pointers in such graphic detail that Zarina swore she could feel a tongue following those instructions on her own overheated quim.

Zarina shot up as the door closed with a thud. Disoriented and flustered she wondered where Sarah had gone for a moment. Then reality set in and she had other concerns. Had that happened or not? Had she really eaten out one of her own students? Her mouth wasn't filled with that delectable taste anymore, but she could still smell vanilla.

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Her heart was pounding in her chest as she opened the door to the basement. Professor Zarina was now sure that Sarah had something to do with what was happening. 'I can't believe it took me this long to see it,' she berated herself.

'At least I had an excuse for this afternoon,' she thought with a blush. She was sure she had done some work but most of it was a blur as Sarah's naked body kept popping into her head. Sarah sitting on the desk, Sarah lying on it. And always with Zarina between her legs happily lapping up her arousal. It invariably ended once the professor gave in and just frigged off. But peace lasted only for a little while.

So now she was going down there and see what those meetings Sarah was holding were all about. Getting there fifteen minutes after it had started should give her the opportunity to catch them in the act.

Sure, Sarah had asked her to attend but by now she must have been convinced that Zarina wasn't coming after all. Another part of her wasn't so sure. Sarah had told her to come and knew Zarina would comply.

She swayed for a moment as a rush of arousal stroked her spine. That was the other source of worry for Zarina. How good it felt to just do what Sarah wanted, what she expected, what would please her.

As she came down the stairs Sarah's trademark smell began to permeate the air. The basement itself looked more or less like upstairs with corridors and rooms except that the floor was made of stone. Right in front of her down a short hallway was a door that was slightly ajar with light and sound spilling out of the gap.

There was nothing remarkable about the light but the sound was a different story. The voices were too faint to hear what they were saying, but Zarina recognized the timbre. Those voices belonged to women who were bathing in lust and arousal, pleasuring and being pleasured.

Even though she now had a pretty good idea of what was going on in there, she kept going. And the closer she got to the door, the clearer it became that very few words were being said. A new voice joined the choir, one she recognized from her hallucinations.

All of that should have let her caution prevail, made her turn back and confront Sarah in daylight in her own office instead of here, in Sarah's domain. Instead, Zarina opened the door and gazed inside barely managing to come to a standstill in the doorframe.

Rugs covered the floor and besides a few tables most of the furniture consisted of cushions. The light didn't come from lightbulbs but a number of candles. The last decoration were her students, all naked and sweaty, arranged in a half circle of tangled limbs. All of them had this blue glowing mark on their lower body. Each one of them had their mouths and hands occupied but all spared a moment now and then to witness the main event in the middle.

That main event was centered on Julia who was on her back on an ottoman with her arms and legs secured to it. The ottoman was covered in a strange blue substance that looked very soft but obviously wasn't because Julia's restraints were made of the same material. Julia was as naked as everybody else but seemed unmarked.

Crouched beside her was Sarah who most definitely wasn't unmarked. Lines of blue squiggles were crawling along her skin like snakes, undulating like the girls before her. Releasing one of Julia's nubs she began to speak with two voices. One was Sarah's, the other was from her hallucinations. It was thick with lust and rife of promises. "You're almost there, almost ready to give yourself to Optabido. Romy did a very good job on you." At the praise, Romy moaned that it was her pleasure.

"And now you have no desire to fight us anymore, to fight your own desires." She trailed Julia's slit with a nail, lightly scraping over her button. It must have been painful because the girl hissed, but at the same time her body was straining to get closer to that finger. And she began to emit a yipping sound.

Sarah's smile was both satisfied and predatory. "Because you know we are the way to get everything you have fantasized about. That and much, much more," she punctuated those words with a twist of Julia's clit and Zarina couldn't help but flinch. That had to hurt a lot but apparently Julia liked that because she lit off. Her body arching off the ottoman she gave a cry that went on and on as a blue mark burned itself just above the abused bundle of nerves.

Eventually the brunette collapsed still murmuring nonsensical sounds as Sarah caressed her. She kept that up even as she turned her head to Zarina, locking eyes with her. "And here is the next addition to our flock, right on time. Why don't you co..." The rest was cut off by the bang of the door closing.

Zarina wasted no time and ran off, up the stairs closing the door there with equal amount of force. But even that didn't feel enough, she needed an even greater distance between them. She had to go somewhere safe, get help. The professor began to run again even though she hadn't yet figured out what her destination was. But her feet did know and led her straight to her office.

Her eyes lit up as a plan began to form. A frantic, half-formed plan but it was a start. She could call help with her cellphone that was still lying there, lock the door so that Sarah couldn't come in.

She almost crashed through the door in her hurry to get in. Her key was already in the lock when she closed it behind her. The click of the lock sent waves of relief through her and she rested her head against the wood as she caught her breath.

Zarina turned around to get her cell but froze at the sight of someone sitting in her chair. Sarah was still naked and looked faintly bemused. "If you wanted a more private ceremony all you had to do was ask." Zarina couldn't respond, her mind was still skittering to grasp the how.

"But our little game has ended." She pointed at the floor before her, "kneel there." Her legs had felt a little rubbery after that run, but now they felt positively weak. She could barely keep her legs still, prevent them from carrying her to the spot Sarah had indicated. She didn't even have the energy to spare to shake her head in denial.

All that resistance melted away in a gooey wave of arousal at Sarah's next word. "Comply." The world wavered and tilted until it settled back down as Sarah rose up above her. It actually took her a moment figure out that it was Zarina who had descended. She was on her knees, right where Sarah had wanted her.

"Sarah, what's going on?" Zarina didn't think pleading would help here. But if she kept Sarah talking she had time and maybe even get a clue or two about how she was doing this. And that was the first step towards breaking this hold. 'Could it be hypnosis,' the professor wondered. 'No, when did she have the time for it? And I would have recognized any attempts to do something like that. Those leaflets maybe?'

The pale girl observed her for a moment. "Well, we don't see why not. We don't get a lot of chances to gloat. But first, we want you to lose the clothes so you can pleasure yourself." Her mouth already opened in protest she was stalled by the last part. As her fingers unbuttoned her jacket she remembered this was about buying time. She carefully avoided thinking about her anticipation to diddle herself.

The undressing was harder because she couldn't stop kneeling but not impossible and it wasn't long until she let out a contended sigh as the first finger slipped between her wet folds. Her other hand cupped her breast, gently massaging it. A heady fog began to cloud her thinking but she mustered her thoughts and focussed on Sarah's words. Zarina hoped that concentrating on the search for clues in the girl's explanation would keep her safe.

"Now as you probably guessed, something did happen at the Halloween party. You see, I used one of my books to paint some of the decorations. One of those was the summoning circle for Optabido, which is me. To make a long story short, I was summoned inadvertently by me. As a demon of Lust and Desire, you can imagine my contribution to that party." Zarina nodded and hummed, she most certainly could. "But the summoning didn't go quite right so now we're stuck like this, our very essences joined together."

She studied her own hands for a bit, then continued. "I realized that the moment I arrived so I set about to stake my claim, mark my territory." She smiled again. "And gather acolytes that can feed me with what I need. We are still figuring out what exactly the consequences were and that is where you come in."

The professor blinked. Narrowing her eyes she mustered wits to ask the question she knew would deliver the information she needed. "Me?" She cursed herself for letting herself slip, her thoughts stuttered as a second finger slid inside.

Sarah nodded. "We had to have you anyway since it was only a matter of time before you noticed what was going on. So we decided to use you to test just how strong Optabido's voice could be. Normally its effect isn't this dramatic, but by storing it and then releasing it in short bursts its power is multiplied. You are the proof of that. We only had a few short conversations with you, but a few well placed words had the same effect as listening to our voice for hours."

'This can't be real, it just can't be. Magic doesn't work so she has to be tricking me.' Only problem was, Zarina couldn't figure out what the trick was.

"Still skeptical we see, we'll have to do something about." Uncrossing her legs she shimmied to the edge of her seat. "Lick us, Zarina." It was only Sarah's voice, it was just her ordering Zarina. But every word touched something inside of her, placed a hook in her that was now pulling her to Sarah.

It wasn't easy to crawl the small distance with a hand still buried in her pussy but she couldn't stop. The professor dived in without delay licking up the copious fluids. The taste was exactly like in her daydream which made her wonder if it truly was a dream.

From above, Sarah's praise reached her. "Ooooh, hmmm, you have such a good tongue. Right there, a little deeper. Ungh!" The blue markings on her flawless skin began to flash in time with Zarina's licks further mesmerizing the professor. Her universe began to shrink and shrivel as first her sense of time fell away and then where she was. She forgot about the university, her friends, her responsibility to her students, her job and even her family. The office became indistinct, just a room that held no meaning for her. There was only the goddess before her and Zarina herself. Pleasuring and feeling pleasure like a metronome, steady and constant.

Blue pools of burning Lust and Pleasure met her own. "Are you ready to worship us now? Will you give yourself to us, professor?" The words at first held no meaning to Zarina. She was unsure even if she was being addressed. But as she sucked on Sarah's clit, and how she knew who the person before her was she didn't know, something rose up from the depths of her inner self. A single word that she didn't understand either but it was the answer Sarah was looking for. "No," Zarina said during her switch from sucking back to licking.

But Zarina did keep eye contact, curious if the answer pleased Sarah. But it didn't, it surprised her. Sarah blinked, then a smile slowly appeared. "Still fighting it? Oh, your resistance is delicious." And with that she pulled Zarina up to give her a scorching kiss. Her mind blanked as her body responded, returning the kiss with equal force.

The professor swayed after she was released. Her orders momentarily forgotten, even her fingers were still, she just gazed at the goddess on her throne. "Delicious," Sarah repeated, "but your surrender will be even sweeter. Time for one final experiment." Enough of her self had returned now that Zarina could faintly feel dread at hearing that.

Breathing in deeply, Sarah let out a cry with that strange second voice of hers. Its high pitch should have been painful, but it was the exact opposite. It hummed through her body making it reverberate in sympathetic vibration. Her limp hand slipped out of her pussy and uncovered her sensitive sex. Being exposed to the full blast of that sound her clit began to buzz and Zarina gave a small cry. Throwing her head back she slightly arched her back as if she was showering in the sound.

And it wasn't just her body that thrummed with pleasure, her mind was vibrating too. It had been just a few places first but from there it had spread out. Faster and faster it went, putting her mind under more and more stress as Zarina shook. There was no way that Sarah could keep this up for long, but the sound had picked her up and sped her mind up inexorably to that climax that had been long overdue.

A small part of her, however, instinctually recognized danger and was trying to turn the tide. When suddenly everything became silent and clear, Zarina thought she had won. For one single moment, she remembered everything that had dissolved in the spicy sweetness of Sarah's sex.

And then like a crystal her psyche snapped in a million pieces. Every piece was a shard of her self, a memory or facet of her personality that together made up Zarina Debrojev. Her eyes looked into infinity as her body sagged, there was nothing there anymore to give it guidance.

The shards of her mind were not drifting in a void, they were suspended in a thick blue sea of pleasure. It currents stroking those powerless fragments as if to sooth them into complacency. A sea so fast and deep her mind could not comprehend it or contain it. Her body shuddered in orgasm as it attempted to interpret what that fragmented mind told it. And it kept shuddering and moaning unintelligibly.

Meanwhile inside Zarina's mind those fragments tried to reassemble themselves. Her willpower feebly tried to connect to her resistance, her fear, her anger, anything. Her pleasure bubbled and frothed as it mixed with the sea until they became the same. And as that sea of pleasure became Zarina's, the strokes became achingly familiar caresses and one by one the pieces began to let go. They simply drifted and let the currents do as they wished.

A voice now intruded into that domain. Some pieces recognized it but had no way to tell the rest. The words it carried swam effortlessly through the viscous pleasure, latching on to the various shards and connecting them together. Some parts still resisted because it simply was in their nature to do so but most just complied.

As memory returned Zarina realized that this was not how her mind had looked like before. It had been different, but she now knew that this was better. She knew because one of her psyche's new facets had crooned this configuration's superiority to her.

After an indeterminable amount of time, the blue sea gave way to a blue haze that quickly dissolved into nothingness. Zarina found herself sprawled on the floor of her office, her body weak and sticky. Lifting her head up she was faced with Sarah who was lazily tracing figures on her stomach while keeping an eye on the professor.

She was surprised to see daylight coming through the window, she hadn't thought she had been out of it for that long. "How long have I been out?"

"Not as long as you think. You never really left the office, nor did we."

Zarina blinked at that revelation. "Oh... Why am I so calm? Why am I not trying to cover myself up?"

Sarah gave the professor a wicked smile. "Why indeed. Lets see if we can't dig up the answers," she drawled. Then she fired off a question "Who are we?"

Without thought the words tumbled out of her mouth even as she came to attention by trusting out her chest and parting her knees. Her hands she folded behind her back. "Sarah Optabido, my owner." Zarina frowned at the answer but couldn't tell how it was wrong. It was true after all.

"Good," Sarah cooed and the professor preened at the praise. "Now, what are your duties."

Again the answer entered her mind and left her mouth at the same time. "My duties are to help you, to serve you and worship you. To prevent anybody from discovering the truth until you reveal it to them."

Nodding to herself Sarah's next words gladdened Zarina. "Excellent, a successful experiment I'd say. Listen carefully my new acolyte. There are still a few here at the sorority who haven't attended a meeting. It will be your task to seduce them into attending."

A giddy Zarina nodded enthusiastically. She knew exactly who Sarah meant and already plans began to form. She knew the girls, knew how they thought. It wouldn't be too difficult to use their trust in the professor against them. She gave a mental shudder at the thought that just this morning, she wouldn't have been willing to betray them to Optabido. Or enjoy all the pleasure those grateful girls could provide her afterwards.

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