Animum Unum: Becoming SEM Ch. 04

"Take your underwear off."

I crossed my arms in front of my chest again, concealing my womanly swells.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Ms. Calloway, if you insist on disobedience, I can promise you a plethora of punishments when we are wed. Last chance. Take off your underwear."

I looked at him again, fury burning in my eyes. We stared at each other, neither of us making a move. Then, without breaking eye contact, he stooped and began to yank my panties down and to the floor. He was harsh in his movements and I could tell that his resolve was starting to slip. The ever-so-collected captain was growing frustrated with me. When the material was at my feet, he stood and looked down at me. His gaze didn't move over my body, but he maintained eye contact. Nonetheless, I couldn't help the embarrassment that encompassed me. I wanted to cover myself, shield my body from his eyes, but I had no tools to do so. I was left at his disposal. I continued to glower at him, but couldn't help the tears pooling in my eyes out of frustration.

"Turn around and step into the water."

Thankful for an excuse to get away from him, I obeyed and entered the shower. The water was hot, but not too warm and my body responded, the tenacity running out of my muscles and relaxing them. It was a wonderful feeling, and I could have enjoyed the warmth of the spray had I been alone. I dipped my face into the stream and wiped away the excess, basking in the calming rhythm at which the droplets made contact with my skin. I was beginning to enjoy it until I heard footsteps in back of me, the wet flack of heavy male feet. He was right behind me, I could sense his presence and I tried to focus on the water cascading down my body. I jumped when an arm came around me and grabbed a bottle off of a shelf.

I registered the sound of the bottle opening, some of the product being squeezed from it, and his arm came around to place it back in its place. My arms were clutched across my front, cautious of what his actions were. Then, there was a hand on the back of my neck, forcing my head into the stream of water.

"Hey!" I tried to fight his grip, but he was too strong and held me steady as the water soaked my hair.

When I was drenched, I was hauled back and lost my balance, collapsing into his chest. I tried to collect myself, the obvious odd anatomy of his body making me uncomfortable at the contact. Next, his hands were in my hair, rubbing the shampoo until he had worked up a good lather.

"Don't you think I'm capable of that myself? I have been bathing for like, you know, the last eighteen years."

"That sort of privacy will be a privilege you will have to earn. Until then, everything about you is my responsibility and falls under my control. Such is the relationship between Nullian and magic user."

His hands worked through my hair and began to use the lather to wash other parts of my body. He started with my neck and made his way down to my shoulders, a little gentler than when he had forced me into the stream of water. It was almost sensual, if not unusual. The lather was soft and bubbly as he moved it over my body, and made his way further down my arms, then migrated to my ribcage before his arms came through to grab my bosom.

"What are you doing?!" I stiffened and my back arched, forcing more of my chest into his hungry hands.

"Be still." His voice was firm and steady, but there were underlying husky tones in his words.

I didn't move as his fingers kneaded my womanly mounds, encouraging my nipples to perk into hard little points. He stepped in closer, and I could feel his erection poking me in the back. My eyes shut, praying he wouldn't take me in the shower. He continued his onslaught, and eventually let his left hand trace down my side until he found my unshaven pussy.

"Please, don't." My voice was a bit of a whimper and my legs closed, prohibiting his hand from reaching its destination. He nudged my inner thighs.

"Open."

"Please, no."

He nudged again. "Open. Now." His tone was commandeering and I complied. My legs slackened, allowing him access to the most private part of my body. His fingers fell into place, finding my clit with ease. He went over the nub, and it felt so wonderful that I fell back into him.

"Pop tall, soldier!" His booming voice startled me, causing me to straighten.

Over and over, his finger grazed the most sensitive part of my body, eliciting a tingling sensation throughout my limbs and core.

"Captain..." I almost begged, as I was fully aroused.

"Quiet."

One of his fingers dipped inside me, massaging a hidden spot within.

"Oooohhh..." I relaxed as the pressure began to build.

He pulled me into him, his erection tracing up my back as he held me with one hand firmly grasping my breast. I was panting, the climax building until I felt as though I would explode. Then, I was there, at the cusp of orgasm and my head fell back against his chest. He continued to circle it and just as I thought that I might burst, he stopped.

He let go of me and stepped back, as if disgusted.

I turned around and faced him, a look of disappointment and confusion overtaking my face.

"Why?" I nearly cried.

He rinsed his hands off in the stream of water. "Your first punishment."

I winced and pinched my legs together, trying to bring some relief to the sexual tension which had been put there. I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath. He was so cruel. I was terrified of his touch and the things he might force me to do, but I never imagined that he would bring me such intense pleasure, only to cease just when it could have peaked.

"Finish your shower, and don't you dare finish yourself."

I opened my eyes and got a good look at his erection for the first time. He was massive, at least seven or eight inches of manhood erect and pointing skyward. His member was thick and veiny, and accompanied by a heavy sac of testosterone filled balls. His package screamed 'Alpha Male' at me, and I looked away, embarrassed at taking in his arousal.

"Go ahead, look again," he encouraged.

I shook my head with my gaze averted to the floor. Silence passed between us, and I could tell that he was waiting until I peeked up at him again. I complied, slowly bringing my eyes to his, avoiding the obvious member between his legs.

He looked down and took hold of his cock. "This is going to be inside you, very soon." He began to stroke it fondly.

My face grew hot and I tore my face away from him. "Not on your life."

He chuckled, a sound I wasn't used to, and began his routine in the shower. I turned from him, and rinsed the lather from my body. There was no need for soap and, since I wouldn't be wearing any formal dress clothes in the near future, I didn't see the need to shave my body hair. I was just about done and finished rinsing, when I sensed him behind me again.

"Did you shave?"

"Shave what?"

"Underarms, legs, and your pussy. Until I can schedule for that hair to be removed, you are to shave all of it every time you shower."

"Not happening." I was used to shaving my armpits and legs, but there was no way that I was going to use a razor in such an intimate area.

"Then I'll shave for you."

"No, I'll do it!" I tried to recant, but he had already grabbed the shaving cream off the shelf.

"Sit on the floor over there," he indicated an area out of the water stream.

"I said I'll do it."

He gave me a look. "Let's get something straight here, Ms. Calloway. There are many other ways in which I can administer punishment before we are wed. Don't test it." My heart began to beat a little harder as my mind wandered. "Now, if you would like to be spared for the rest of this task, then I suggest you sit your ass down on that floor."

My nose wrinkled in disgust and I obeyed, walking over to the place he indicated. I lowered myself onto my legs, my lady parts concealed. He left the shower, rummaged in a cabinet, and returned with a razor in his hand.

"Spread your legs."

"Captain, please. Give me another chance, I'll comply."

"The thing is, Ms. Calloway." He squirted some of the shaving lather into his palm and approached me. He kneeled before me and nudged my knees. "If I allow you another chance," he said while I reluctantly opened up for him. "Then you'll be reinforced in believing that I am a lenient man." He began to apply the cream, the area still sensitive from earlier. "And I assure you that I am not a lenient man."

He finished with the application and applied pressure to my chest until my back fell against the cold tiles. My breathing had increased as I watched him bring the razor to my intimate area. "Don't move. I don't want to nick you."

I looked up at his face and witnessed a slight sardonic grin, but it disappeared almost as quickly as it came. My eyes shut tight as I waited for the blade to come in contact with my skin. I jumped when I first felt it.

"Don't move."

I held my breath, trying to remain still as he worked. The blade was cold against my skin and the scraping sound added to my nervousness. I felt his fingers come to hold part of me down as he worked the razor, and I squeezed my eyes as tight as I could close them. He moved over every part with expertise, and I began to ease a little as he pulled the tool against my skin. When I didn't feel it come in contact again, I braved a look.

"You may rinse off." He stood and left to discard the razor.

I didn't waste any time and hurried over to the water, rinsing the remaining trail of used cream from down below. I finished before he returned, and walked over to the towel rack. I pulled the fluffy piece of material from its place and wrapped it around my body.

"Not so fast, Ms. Calloway." He walked over to me.

"Now what?" I couldn't help the whine in my voice. I wanted to get dress already and end the torture he was putting me through. Was this the punishment he was talking about? Belittlement and depravation?

"I must assess my work to make sure it was done efficiently. Remove the towel."

"You can't be serious." I unwrapped it and let it fall to the floor. I was giving in. There was no fight left in me for the day.

Another slight smile came and went on his lips. He kneeled before me and slid the stool from under the vanity to in front of me. "Place your foot on there."

I rolled my eyes and complied.

"Obedient, yet still disrespectful. Let's change that, shall we?"

"What? You mean another punish-" But before I could finish, his tongue came up and raked through my slit. I gasped as I felt the velvety touch of his mouth on me. It was the most heavenly thing I had ever felt before, and I knew where he was going with it. "Captain, please," I begged, not wanting him to take me where he had before.

"Silence," he murmured against my lips and continued with his onslaught. His tongue was soft and smooth, and the slipperiness of his saliva creating the perfect amount of friction to leave me trembling. I tossed my head back while he continued to feed at my pussy, and I felt the urge to run my fingers through his hair. It was exquisite, feeling his lips caress and make love to my sex. He tongued my clit, and then would kiss at it and suck lightly after wrapping his lips around it. Before I knew it, I was shaking, nearing the edge of that precipice. I tried my best to conceal the build-up, but I couldn't help grinding my pussy into his face, my lips mashing against his mouth. My breathing increased as the pleasure built and intensified. I was almost there, so close that he would only need to rake his tongue through me one more time to get me off. The level of arousal was more than last time, and I whimpered as I got close.

"Please..." I begged, my eyes closed and my arousal dripping from my sex.

He stopped.

"No!" I screamed, whimpering as he pulled away and stood. My fingers traveled south, reaching for my clit.

"Don't." He didn't even have to grab my wrist to keep me from achieving my goal. His command was enough to intimidate me, and I nearly screamed in frustration.

My whimpers were pained and I ground my teeth. "You're such a monster." Tears welled up in my eyes and I felt one leak over and trail my cheek as I glared at him.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and glared right back at me. "You have no idea."

<><><><><><><><><><>

It didn't take long for me to dress and leave the apartment once the Captain dismissed me. After giving me clear instructions to return to the apartment after classes, he relinquished me and I fled from his chambers. It was easier finding my way to the elevator, and I hurried to my classroom, even though I wasn't late. After navigating through the halls, I entered my homeroom feeling ashamed of myself. I couldn't look at Alex when I sat down next to her, and I was struggling to focus on what I needed to retrieve from my bag for Professor Vu's class. Her eyes were on me, and I shied away from her stare pretending I was too engrossed in my search for my notebook and a pencil to notice her.

She leaned in. "Mia, you okay?" Her voice was a whisper, as if she knew but couldn't say it out loud.

I stopped rummaging and fought back tears. More than anything I was angry and embarrassed. I shook my head. I couldn't speak. I couldn't tell her what had transpired. I couldn't even fully register it myself. I had been violated, that much was for certain, but I couldn't understand why I had responded in the way that I had. Why, despite my loathing and disgust, I had responded to the Captain's touch with reactions that I was repulsed with. He had administered punishment in a way I hadn't even imagined possible. And, because I was human and found him attractive, I couldn't refuse his ministrations once he began. My body wanted him. Huge dick and all.

Professor Vu began her lecture, and Alex sat back down in her seat with her eyes on me. I could feel her gaze as she tried to assess my body language, but it was all I could do to stare blankly at the floor as I fought down my arousal. Thinking about the shower was only adding to the great amount of sexual tension running through my system. I needed release. I wanted to wash the feeling away. His fingers on me. The smell of the soap. I smelled like him, now, since he didn't have any other hygenic products. His soap, his shampoo, the shaving cream. I felt a blush crawling into my cheeks as I recalled the intimate act I had shared with the Captain earlier. How he had shaved me bare, and then proceeded to test the smoothness with his tongue. I clenched my legs.

"Ms. Calloway? Would you care to answer?"

I looked up at Professor Vu and noticed the entire class had their attention on me. I looked to Alex, but she couldn't help me with any sort of answer without suspicion.

I met Professor Vu's eyes. "I'm sorry, professor. I wasn't paying attention," I admitted.

Just like in high school, the other students sneered at me as they turned back to their notes. I looked over at Alex, and she shrugged apologetically.

Professor Vu nodded and stared me down, as if she could read my mind. "See me after class, please."

More sneers and giggling, and the class quieted down as Vu resumed her lecture. I tried to focus on the material, in case she called on me again, but my mind struggled to focus. I could only relive my moment of shame and degradation that had occurred only an hour before.

<><><><><><><><><><>

The students filed out when lecture finished, and I approached Professor Vu as she clarified a concept with another student. I waited for her to wrap up, and the last student exited the room. Once we were alone, she turned to me and her face fell. The look she gave me was one of sympathy and pity, and I resented it.

"Take a seat." She motioned to the front row while she walked over to the desk and perched at the edge of it.

"What about my next class?"

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "It can wait," she explained. "I'll call the professor after we finish our talk." She looked away, sighed, and then moved her arms to support her weight back on her hands and crossed her feet at her ankles. She was looking down at her toes, a frown pulling her brows together as she tried to organize her thoughts. Finally, she forced out a breath and looked up at me. "How are things going with the Captain?"

Moments of earlier flashed through my mind. "I'd rather not discuss that." I looked away as my face grew hot. Tears began to well up in my eyes.

"I see." She nodded. She didn't say it, but I knew that she could tell what had taken place. "Listen, Mia, this transition is going to be difficult for you. I know. My father is also of political power, and I was arranged to marry Captain Fridley."

I looked up at her, trying to force the redness from my cheeks. I focused on my breathing and relaxed my body.

She looked away and smiled as if recalling a fond memory. She looked to me again. "If you ever need anyone to talk to, I am here. You can always talk to me about any of it, and I won't judge you or how you feel during this process. I can also promise that it will be kept confidential. Everything spoken between the two of us will remain that way."

"Thank you, but, like I said, I'd rather not." I stood up and slung my bag over my shoulder. I started toward the door.

"He isn't all that bad." I stopped, but didn't turn around. "You'll get used to him, you'll see. Nathan is a good man, and I know that he'll treat you well."

"I seriously doubt it," I breathed over my shoulder and walked out into the hallway.

<><><><><><><><><><>

After Vu's class, I had magical theories. I was late arriving to lecture, but entered the classroom and took a seat in the back while the professor continued. I knew the majority of the material, and didn't pay attention throughout the entire class. Lunch was right around the corner, and I waited for Alex to catch up to me before I headed to the cafeteria.

"So, are you going to tell me what happened?!" She walked next to me, bag slung over her shoulder.

"After we grab food. Let's find a place where we won't be overhead and I'll tell you everything."

"'kay." She nodded and we proceeded to the lunch line. The lunch rush was there as usual, and I scanned the room for a face I was fast becoming used to wanting to avoid. Sure enough, Captain Remington was seated at a table with a few other instructors, and this time I noticed that Captain Taylor was seated at his left, the two engaged in conversation. Nathan didn't look too impressed with his lunch companion, and I nearly laughed at Captain Taylor's upbeat contrast to the brooding Remington.

"What's so funny?" Alex handed me a tray.

I nodded to the two captains. Her gaze followed and her arms collapsed at her sides. "Oh my Gods. The both of them are so incredibly delicious."

"Ha. You can have Captain Remington any day. I'll give him up with no fight." I grabbed a jello cup and placed it on my tray.

"Done." She giggled.

If she only knew. We finished gathering food and after paying, we set off to find a secluded spot for our talk. Since bitch one and bitch two were no longer in the picture, I decided to guide Alex over to where their eating spot used to be. We found it empty, and settled on the bench.

"So, spill it." She opened her chocolate milk.

I sighed. I had no idea where to start. I decided to just give her a narration of the previous night and the events leading up to class that morning. She listened intently, her eyes glued to me while she ate. I couldn't even touch my food, and played around with everything while I spoke. When I finished, her mouth hung open in awe.

"Was he any good?" She was serious.

"Are you kidding me? That was the last thing on my mind."