My Only Talent Ch. 34

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Likewise, Bella, the post doc from the med school replied that she would move her schedule as required, but she had to leave town in a few days, so time was of the essence.

Oiler had forwarded an email from ESU to one of the freshman UDP pledges who was having a little trouble in math and physics, with the suggestion that it was time for me to 'pay it forward' by helping the kid out during the fall semester. I would, of course, but the forwarded academic notice also gave me an idea. It was a very formally worded message from the Dean that the offending frosh was on academic probation, and flirting with being dismissed, along with suggestions, requirements, and formal policies designed to right his course during the upcoming fall semester.

I used the wording to craft an official sounding email message to Saskia, that detailed her sexual shortcomings, and required her to report to "The Master" for rigorous training. She was to do anything and everything "The Master" required of her, shamelessly and completely devoting herself to pleasing him and whomever "The Master" presented to her. She was further advised that she was to be restrained and blindfolded, and would be at the whim of several people of both genders, most of whom would remain completely anonymous to her, despite the intimacies she would perform for them. Furthermore, she would do so with an audience watching, one that she would never see or know who was in it.

Her reply came back almost immediately, "Yes, Master!" Heh, heh, heh.

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Saskia Grandael closed her laptop, having replied almost instantaneously to the email from her student but soon to be teacher, Robbie Roberts. She realized she was suddenly very wet between the legs, a rare occurrence for her lately. Maybe she would finally get what she wanted sexually, too, after years of desperate frustration.

Saskia's career as a research physiologist was on a new and wonderful trajectory now. Dr. Asa Weltschmerz, M.D., PhD., med school dean and academic superstar, had really made things happen. Arturia Brown was suddenly scrambling to meet his accelerated publication schedule for the work Saskia had been doing for years, pushing her indentured grad student and post doc lackeys to do all the actual work, of course. But a single paper co-authored with Asa Weltschmerz would be the absolute crowning glory of Arturia Brown's meager career, advancing her citation index more than 100 years of her working on her own ever could.

Saskia didn't even mind doing all the work to get that paper ready. It was just one minor paper with Arturia and Asa as co-authors. Unbeknownst to Arturia, there were three other, far more substantial papers that had already been submitted, authored by Asa and Saskia together, without Arturia, in an even better journal. Saskia had been working 20 hours a day to finish off all the pubs work plus get the grades out for her conditioning classes, and she was finally finished working for Arturia Brown. All she had left to do was clean out her office. June would find her escaping her post doc dungeon and working in Asa's lab at the med school, doing real projects that led to real papers on important topics that absolutely fascinated her, plus making enough money to have a decent apartment and some spending money for a change.

She had to admit to being fascinated by Robbie's message, too. What would he make her do? Who would she be doing it to? Who would be watching her do it? Who was her 'secret admirer' at the med school? Why was she suddenly so achingly wet? She put on her little silk blindfold and lay down on her ratty couch, her hands stroking her thighs. Her mind began stroking her fantasies, too.

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I arrived at my final spring session with Asa Weltschmerz at the usual time, very early in the morning, before anyone else was in the office. Asa had two offices: one at the hospital for his 'clinical' duties, and one at the SZB right next to my dorm, along with a reserved parking spot most ESU professors would kill for. The med school had several conference rooms and offices on an upper floor there on a temporary basis until all the med school buildings were done, still years away, and poised to cause much disruption on the 'forty acres', requiring both a new basketball arena and a new tennis center.

"Good morning, Robbie. I see that your linguistics final went well. Too well, in fact!"

Say what?

"Your linguistics professor, who is new to campus and quite a hard charger, has already contacted me about setting up an undergraduate research program for you to further your understanding of neurolinguistics! I don't think he knows we are already acquainted, but I don't think it is a good idea to draw attention to yourself like that".

"Sorry, doc, I was just trying to sling some bullshit to make sure I passed the final."

"He sent me your exam response, Robbie. You may have swerved much too close to the truth for comfort, and given your instructor some ideas he would not have hatched on his own. I put him off for now, but it gave me another idea. You may want to try to study yourself, by yourself, with me looking over your shoulder. Have you considered majoring in biomedical engineering rather than electrical?"

That was a new idea. I did find the brain stuff fascinating, and a lot more so than Kirchoff's laws.

"Speaking of scientific research, Robbie, I want you to think about donating your brain to the medical school for research purposes when you pass on. I don't mean to sound morbid, but it could advance science a lot. I hope you outlast me by quite a few years, but we can put some legal things in place now to ensure your anonymity to protect your offspring, and still make some future neuroscientist very happy."

That was a lot further out than I was thinking, Doc. All my long-term plans are for the fall semester.

"But enough of that for now. Let's talk about Lara."

One of my favorite subjects.

"You know, most people would be happy to be admitted to any of the three schools she has already been accepted by, but she has much more ambitious plans. If she gets her first choice, graduates, and gets some real-world experience, she will be uniquely qualified to teach at most law schools or med schools. I might even recruit her myself."

Sounds good to me.

"She also tells me she has long term plans that involve you AND Suzanne AND now Nora. Are you ready for that?

You bet your ass, doc. Why not? I guess looked puzzled.

"Because that could also draw attention to you, and your children. If they are as bright as any of those women, and inherit any of your talent, they could come under a lot of scrutiny. Perhaps unwanted scrutiny."

I hadn't considered that. Come to think of it, Lara's plans to dynamite the bigamy laws and change the definition of marriage would attract a lot of attention no matter who she was with.

"But the main thing I wanted to get across to you is about actual neurobiology. We now know that some of the major nerve tracts in the brain are not finally laid down until you reach 26 years of age or so, and that process can be modified or even stopped in certain situations. Your cousins, for example, had sex and smoked a lot of pot and used ecstasy quite a bit during their teenage years, and I think that is why they do not have your talent, despite having the right genetics for it. If we looked at their brains, I suspect we would find that their 'antenna arrays' are fractured, disorganized, and disconnected, rather than finely aligned and extensively cross connected as yours are. I think your parents knew this, somehow, and that's why they warned you off sex and drugs in early life.

I had often thought about how glad I was that I did not end of like cousin Mikey. Even if he could speak some Klingon.

"Also, since you are only 18, there is likely to be significantly more synaptic and dendritic development for the next 8 years or so, so your abilities and your emotional reactions to things may change substantially during that time."

Whoa, doc. "You mean I might get even better at this?"

"Or worse, or just different. You might lose some abilities and gain others. You might become so sensitive to other people's emotions that it becomes difficult for you to block them out and just experience your own."

"I do notice that my connections to Lara, Suzanne, and Nora seem to get better and more sensitive as I spend more time with them. One thing has really surprised me, doc."

"What is that?"

"When I have intercourse with Nora, I swear I know whether or not there is an egg in place to be fertilized. No real prize for guessing, I suppose, since she is on the pill, but I feel completely sure I could detect it if it was there. Plus, I really want there to be one there and ready."

Asa, looked thoughtful, then mildly troubled. "Well that would certainly be useful information, and may indicate that you are ready to take that relationship to the next level. Have you told Nora about this?"

"No. It kind of scares me."

"Well, I would advise keeping that to yourself for a while longer. I may be speaking out of turn a bit here, but Lara is looking forward to having you father her children and to also helping Suzanne and Nora with their children that you father. She will shake up the legal and medical professions a bit in doing so. You live in interesting times, Robbie."

Asa's expression changed, and he seemed to change gears mentally. "One more thing. I know you finished Saskia's conditioning class okay, and you know that she is coming to work at the med school now, right?"

"Yeah, doc. She is very happy to be getting away from Arturia Brown. How did you manage that?"

"Well, let's just say her interests and mine aligned well. I gave Arturia one thing she really needed, and got several things I needed. I did something for Saskia, and she did something for me, although she doesn't know it yet."

"What's that?"

Asa smiled. "I managed to get Bob the Knob to come back to Austin from UCSD and join the faculty at the med school, and he is also bringing with him three junior professors that I wanted, and not coincidentally cementing a huge long term grant. It's a win, win, win. Brilliant plan, if I do say so myself. You can tell Saskia that the big construction project down the hall from her new office is for Bob's new lab."

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Saskia was very nervous as she left her now almost empty office in Belmont Hall and walked toward the address Robbie had given her. It was a ritzy high rise apartment building close to both the ESU campus and the state capitol. She was lucky it was warm out, because as ordered, she was wearing only flip flops and a light sun dress, with no underwear and no jewelry. She was already wet between the legs as she entered the building, and her heart was racing.

She took the elevator up and walked to the apartment number Robbie had given her. She gulped, took a deep breath, and rang the bell. Robbie opened the door. At least she thought it was Robbie, based on the chest and ab muscles. He had on tall black boots and shiny black leather suit with a big silver and gold metal ornament at the crotch, and a big mask that hid his face and made him look very tall.

On either side of him stood two women, each with a tight leather mask that completely covered their heads, with little opening for their eyes, mouth, and nose. The woman on the right was in white leather, and was tall, blonde, very busty but still very athletic looking. She had flawless alabaster skin and her Wedgewood blue eyes shown through the holes in her mask like light bulbs. She was holding an electric blue face mask in her hands, and a set of matching fur covered hand cuffs.

Saskia assumed that those were for her, and her heart rate went even higher.

The woman on his left was petite but very shapely, in a red leather suit that was cut the same as the blonde's. In her hand, she had a red leather riding crop. This woman was not just in shape, she was just about perfect. Saskia's trained eye marveled at the symmetrical and balanced development of her leg and thigh muscles. This woman was not just a runner, she was a major triathlete. Her raven black hair rained down from her head, and her skin was a dusky light olive color. Saskia could not help notice her raven black pubic hair, tantalizingly revealed by a perfectly placed gap in the leather suit, and shivered as an unbidden and perhaps unwanted wave of lust shuddered through her.

The smaller woman slapped the riding crop loudly against her red leather boot, and the blonde deftly slipped the electric blue mask over Saskia's head and cinched it up tight. It had holes for her mouth and nose, but covered her eyes completely. It smelled strongly of leather and weakly of sex. The woman pulled off Saskia's sun dress, and then locked her arms behind her with the fur covered cuffs. They then put some kind of leggings or leather straps on Saskia's ankles. They felt strong and heavy, and there were metal things on them that clinked when she moved.

She was led further into the apartment, and her cuffs were secured to a ring on the wall.

The blonde woman spoke. "We are waiting for some more of the audience members and a few of your instructors to arrive. You are displayed here so they may examine you if they wish. There are also two other trainees that will soon arrive. Your body belongs to us now. We will use it in any way we wish. You will do anything we tell you to, without hesitation and with enthusiasm and verve. You will be punished if you do not. You will be punished either way, but if you perform will, you will be rewarded in the end."

Suddenly two nipple clips were snapped onto her breasts, jangling her nerves when she moved. She heard the two women strut away, but Robbie remained next to her.

"Saskia, you will learn how to please me very soon. You will give no thought to yourself. You have no control and no choice. You will devote yourself to my every whim. You will lose yourself in pleasing me. You will endure whatever pain I require of you. If you persevere you will experience great pleasure and belonging."

She realized that was what she really wanted. Belonging to someone. Being devoted to someone not herself, and being accepted.

Robbie walked away. The doorbell rang. A man walked in, judging by his heavy footsteps, a big man wearing boots.

Robbie muttered a greeting, calling him "Husky'. He walked over to Saskia. She could smell soap and leather, and a very faint smell of cologne. He fiddled with something on the wall. It sounded like coat hangers.

"I like that outfit a lot, Saskia. It shows off your assets nicely, while retaining an air of mystery. They tell me I don't need any clothes tonight, so I'll hang my stuff up it won't get wrinkled. But you my dear, are going to get wrinkled and then some." She listened as he unbuckled his shirt and unzipped his pants, then hung them up. He kissed her gently on the cheek and then walked away.

The air stirred from his motion, and her nipples crinkled under the clips.

The doorbell rang again. Saskia strained to hear as Robbie said "Come in trainees!"

She heard several people walking toward her, and then heard and felt two people being restrained by attaching them to the wall, just like she was.

One of them spoke. "Are you okay, Rene'?"

"Yes, how about you Rene'?"

"I'm okay and I'm ready. Really ready!"

Saskia thought she recognized the voices. Were these the two Rene's from her fitness class? Robbie had been a busy boy.

Several people walked over in front of them. Her handcuffs were disconnected from the wall, and she was pushed down onto her knees, then clipped to another ring set lower in the wall. She heard and felt the same things being done to Rene' and Rene'.

Robbie spoke. "All three of you look beautiful! Very comely, which is particular appropriate for this exercise!" He laughed and touched each of them briefly on the cheek.

"You are about to learn how best to please a man with your mouth. You believe you already know how, but you really don't. But soon you will. You don't have to think about that at this point. You will learn that what you think you know is unimportant. Your masks each have three handles, which attached to those tight leather masks that totally encircle your head, give us great leverage and total control over your neck, your head, your mouth and your lovely throats."

He grabbed each mask briefly and demonstrated. "We are going to fuck your throats. You don't have to worry about pleasing us. We will do that ourselves, just as we like it. You have two jobs. First, be fully aware of what we are doing, so that you can breathe through your noses when you have the chance. Noses and nasal passages are for breathing, your mouths and throats are for pleasing a cock! Choking, passing out or vomiting is a definite turn off, and your purpose in life tonight is to please us. So, your first job is to keep breathing and stay awake and aware!"

Saskia was suddenly pissed off, but she was also excited and wet. How dare they think they could just use her like that! Why did it make her so hot?

"Once you have accomplished that, observe carefully how we use your throat, what we like and what we repeat, and what makes us groan with pleasure. Learn to anticipate our needs and motions and lend yourselves to them. You must never resist, you must flow and accommodate. If you are a promising student, you will invent ways to please us even more, tonguing or sucking at just the right moment. So, your second job is really to get us to come. And when we do, you will swallow every drop, making triply sure that not one iota escapes your sucking mouth. You will suck on us until you are absolutely certain that there is not another drop left to be had. And then you will feel pride and accomplishment, and feel how much we like you for what you have done."

"Saskia, you will begin with me. Brown haired Rene' will begin with my friend Ralph, and black haired Rene' with my friend Husky. But fear not, you will all get to have all three of us before your training session is over."

Robbie reached down and touched Saskia between the legs. He lifted his fingers to his mouth and sniffed loudly. "A very promising student indeed!"

Robbie grabbed her head and positioned her mouth right in front of his waist. "No pain no gain, beautiful!"

He slowly but inexorably slipped his cock past her lips and as far into her throat as he could. She was so shocked she forget to breathe, then panicked for air. He held his cock all the way in and held her head still, until he heard air rush through her nostrils. "That's the way!" She was even more pissed off, but even more excited at the same time.

She heard Robbie grunt and breathe hard, and she began to visualize and anticipate the motions he was making. She tilted her neck and opened her mouth as he was driving his cock into her mouth, and closed it a little and sucked when he was on the way back out. He hesitated when just the head of his cock was in her mouth and she began to tongue him strongly when he did. He laughed.

Then he got up on his tiptoes and really stuffed it down her throat, using his hands to pull her head up towards his crotch. She managed to suppress her gag reflex, but her throat had an involuntary spasm that she had never felt before. Robbie groaned and said "Yeah, Saskia, I knew you would be great. Just like that, baby!"

Insensitive male dolt. But he did warn her, and it did make her hot.

To her left, one Rene', she forgot which one, was making awful groaning and desperate breathing noises, like she was having big trouble with her assigned trainer. Was that the one Robbie called Ralph? On her right, the other Rene' was cooing and enthusiastically taking on Husky, was that his name? She found herself wondering which one she would get next.

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