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A/N: Thanks to Sensha for help editing and to Joey for the inspiration.
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Prologue
He looked sick, his head bowed over the table. When Prince Yusupov returned to the basement room, the monk had his head down. Yusopov just came from upstairs, where he had talked with the other conspirators. ‘Will this man not die,’ they said. Yusupov had long suspected that the monk was in contact with dark forces that protected him, and he told as much to his guests, somehow he had bewitched the Czarina and it must be some form of evil magic. Before he went back down they gave Yusupov a revolver, if cyanide would not kill this parasite maybe lead would.
‘My stomach burns like fire. I need another glass of wine,’ he complained, after sitting up in his chair. Prince Yusopov poured the monk another glass of the poisoned wine and the monk drank it down, all at once. The basement room had been set out for the monk with the finest linens, in addition to the poisoned wine, poisoned tarts were also on the table, a few of which the monk had eaten. ‘That’s better’ he said, setting the glass back down on the table. Smiling at Yusopov he said, ‘Let us go to the Gypsies, what do you say. There we will have women. God may own our souls, but our bodies are our own to do with as we wish.’
Prince Yusupov was done with the charade. Removing the borrowed Browning revolver from his jacket pocket, he pointed it at the monk. ‘Gregori Efimovich, look to the crucifix and say a prayer.’ The monk looked up at Yusopov and from the look in his eyes it seemed as if the monk was resigned to his fate. The monk crossed himself and began to silently pray. Yusopov aimed the revolver at the monk’s heart and fired. The loud explosion from the revolver stunned Yusopov, and as he watched the monk crumpled over, falling out of the chair and on to the bearskin rug before the fire.
Hearing the gunshot the others rushed down to the basement room. They all stood around and looked down upon the monk as he lay out on the bearskin rug, bleeding. ‘Help me take him upstairs,’ said Yusupov. When the other men started to pick up the body, he said ‘Careful, I don’t want to stain the rug.’ The conspirators Prince Yusupov, Grand Duke Pavalovich and Vladimir Puriskevich carried the monk’s body upstairs.
‘We must throw him in the river,’ said Purishkevich.
They carried him to the palace entryway, and set him down on a large side table. ‘We will leave him here for now, let us go get a drink,’ said Grand Duke Pavalovich. ‘We can come back and dispose of the body later.’ All three men went out the door to the courtyard where the Grand Duke’s carriage was waiting. Half-way across the courtyard Yusupov, still numb from the act of violence he just committed, realized that he had forgotten his fur, winter coat. He returned to the entryway and walked toward the coatroom. Seeing the dead monk lying on the table he walked over to examine the body. As he was leaning over examining the body, the monk’s eyes popped open.
‘You naughty boy,’ said the monk. Yusopov was stunned as the monk quickly sat up and wrapped his hands around his neck. Yusupov struggled to breathe as the monk’s hands crushed his windpipe.
Purishkevich, returning to see what was delaying Yusupov, pulled his revolver out from under his coat and fired at the monk. Three shots rang out and the monk collapsed to the floor. After making sure that the monk was dead, they wrapped him in a carpet and threw him into the river.
Chapter 1
‘Nothing much is recorded about Rasputin’s youth other than he had two siblings, an older brother and younger sister, both died as children, his sister Maria of drowning, his brother Dmitri of pneumonia after a fall through ice on a frozen lake. At eighteen he went to spend three months at a monastery in Verkhoturye, possibly as penance for a theft. His monastery visit combined with a vision of Mary, the mother of Jesus, he had when he returned home left Rasputin a changed man, turning him to a life as a religious mystic and wanderer.’
Sitting on a bench in the shade of a redwood tree, Joey looked up from her book, and she wondered what a weirdo Rasputin must have been, the picture in the book of him, with his long hair and strange eyes creeped her out. She looked down at her watch. Class would be beginning in less than ten minutes. She put the book she was reading way in her book bag, slung it over her shoulder and got up to walk up the paved path to the lecture hall, subconsciously using her hand to make sure that her plaid skirt was laying down flat to her legs.
She knew that her attempt to do the assigned reading after failing the test covering the material was futile, but she needed to start somewhere in case her plan failed.
This was her first semester at Parnassus College. The small private college in Northern California had been her first choice because both of her parents were alumni. She had chosen to major in history, the subject her mother taught at a local community college, and this was her first class in her major, ‘modern Russian history’. She knew it would look bad if she failed the first class she took in her major, and her performance on the first mid-term had been a disaster.
Adjusting to college life seemed so easy. Without her parents around she had frolicked in what had seemed to be a consequence free environment. Every night it seemed there was somebody partying, and being a blonde nineteen year-old, she had no trouble finding somebody to buy alcohol for her. She had made several new friends, and even met a few boys she thought might make good boyfriend material. The first three weeks of classes floated by in what seemed like no time at all.
The good times came to a screeching halt when she got back the bluebook from her first midterm. Out of a possible one hundred points she had only received only a 44, and because the midterm made up twenty five percent of her overall grade, she knew she was in trouble.
As she stepped out of the warm sun and entered the cold, grey cement building that was the lecture hall she thought about her plan to improve her grade. She had worn her best school girl outfit to class today, with a light blue oxford shirt, a blue plaid skirt, white knee high socks and black patent leather Mary Janes. She walked down the aisle, carefully stepping down the steps to the front of the hall and took a seat in the front row. Previously she sat in the back of class, hoping not to attract the professor’s attention, but now if her plan was to succeed, she would need to make sure that he saw her.
Shortly before the class was scheduled to begin Dr. Erickson entered the hall from the door behind the lectern. He, as always, was dressed impeccably, in a white shirt, black slacks and a red and black striped tie. He set his black leather case down on the table beside the lectern, opened it, and removed his lecture notes, placing them on the podium.
Joey, looking up from her seat, looked him over. He was quite young looking to be a professor she thought. He was tall, almost six and a half feet and had short blonde hair. He looked like a young Michael York, from Zeffirelli’s Taming of the Shrew, which she had seen in her high school English class, she thought, and she adored his English accent. She thought he was one of those professors who you took his class just to listen to him speak, his pleasant voice, she found soothing. She took out her notebook and pen and wrote the date on the first blank sheet.
Dr. Erickson took his place behind the lectern, and looked out over the class. ‘If you will all take your seats ladies and gentlemen and let us begin,’ he said. He waited a few moments as the last few students took their seats and the class quieted down.
‘Last time we had started talking about the establishment of the Extraordinary Commission,’ he began.
Joey stopped listening to what he was saying almost as soon as he started talking. Now was the time to put her pla
n into action and all of a sudden she was afraid. What if it did not work, she thought. What if he does not notice? She did not think she could bear the shame of failure, failure to seduce her professor, even if she was the only one who knew of it.
This was not the first time she tried to use sex to pass a class, she thought, remembering Mr. Briggs, her English teacher in her senior year of high school. He had been only too willing to trade a good grade for the chance to fuck her. She remembered staying after school and sitting on his desk as he screwed her. She remembered coming all over his school papers and that more than one student had gotten their vocabulary quizzes back with suspicious stains on them. She seduced him the same way, using her schoolgirl outfit. Why should it not work on a college professor as well? He was a man after all. Why would not a clear view of her shaved school girl pussy show him what she was willing to trade for a passing grade?
Determined to see her plan through she carefully, so that Dr. Erickson standing behind his lectern would be the only person able to see what she was not wearing underneath, lifted her skirt and smiled her best innocent smile.
Dr. Erickson was looking around the room as he lectured, ‘Lenin appointed Felix Dzerzhinsky to organize a force to combat internal political threats. This force, the All-Russia Force Extraordinary Commission to Combat Counter-revolution and Sabotage, or simply the Cheka was well funded and gave birth to what was called the ‘Red Terror’.’ For a moment as he looked down at her and it seemed to her that he stopped and smiled, but then he continued, ‘As the civil war continued tens of thousands were shot by the Checka, without trials. Dzerzhinsky himself boasted that the Checka represented organized terror to the enemies of the Revolution.’
Joey began taking notes as he lectured, with her skirt adjusted so that he could see underneath anytime he chose look. He made no further indication that he noticed her bare pussy staring up at him, but every so often he seemed to look down at her. As the class was wrapping up, and he was putting his lecture notes into his briefcase he said, while looking directly at Joey, ‘I’ll be holding extra office hours, following class today, for any students who would like to discuss their grades on the midterm exam.’
Joey smiled. Mission accomplished, she thought. He is going to fuck me in his office and my failing grade will not be a problem. She quickly gathered her things and after slinging her book bag over her shoulder, left the lecture hall.
She decided that she would give Dr. Erickson a few minutes to get to his office before she went to see him. She sat down on the bench, under the redwood where she had been reading before class. Not sure what to do with the time while she waited (no point in doing the reading now she thought) she noticed a Steller’s jay feeding out of a trash can across the path from where she was sitting. The blue feathered bird was eating what looked like a discarded sandwich that sat on the top of the garbage in the can. The bird flew up into the trees each time a person walked by on the foot path that ran between the bench where she was sitting and the trash can. After the person passed the Steller’s jay flew back down to pick at the sandwich. Watching the plucky bird, determined to get a meal out of the garbage can, she thought about how the bird was like herself. She needed to get a passing grade in this class and she would do anything to get it. As the foot traffic into and out of the lecture hall abated, she watched as the bird finished feeding and flew off. Taking the bird’s departure as a sign that her waiting was over, she got up, slung her book bag over her shoulder and started walking to Dr. Erickson’s office.
Dr. Erickson’s office was only a short walk, down a paved path through the redwoods from the lecture hall. When she arrived at the door to his office she found that it was closed and she was not the only one wanting to talk to the professor. Standing along the wall outside the closed door were three other students, two guys and a girl wearing a purple jumpsuit. Joey gave the girl a quick once over. She had short brown hair and was wearing glasses, and several pimples were visible on her face. Joey relaxed, she did not figure the girl to be much competition.
The guy standing nearest the door, who Joey assumed was first in line to see Dr. Erickson said, ‘He’s in there with another student. You’ll have to wait your turn.’ Joey began to move toward the end of the line but, no sooner had he spoken then the door opened and a girl quickly walked out in tears. The girl, not stopping to look at the other students waiting to see the professor, ran off. Joey looked into the office to see Dr. Erickson sitting at his desk.
‘Ah, Miss Jankowski,’ he said, seeing her standing outside of his now open door. ‘Please come in.’
Joey looked over at the boy who was standing nearest the door, in the front of the line, and saw a defeated look on his face. Joey, not entirely succeeding in suppressing her smile, walked into the open office door.
‘Miss Jankowski, I thought I would be seeing you, please close the door.’
Joey closed the door behind her and dropping her book bag on the floor began to sit in the chair in front of his desk.
‘Did I ask you to sit down?’ he asked sternly.
Joey getting back to her feet, looked at him in surprise.
Getting up from behind his desk, Dr. Erickson walked over to a chalk board on the wall of his office and took a pointing stick out of the chalk tray at the bottom of the chalk board. Without a word, holding the pointer in his hands, he looked Joey up and down.
‘So, Miss Jankowski, you want to be my whore?’
‘What?’ said Joey, surprised to hear the word ‘whore’
‘You seem to want to trade sex for a good grade. Isn’t trading sex what whores do?’
‘I’m not a whore,’ she said, looking at him sternly.
‘Why do you think trading sex for a grade different from trading sex for money? You are still making a commodity out sex, only the price is different.’
‘But, I’m not a whore,’ she said defiantly.
‘You will be if you want a good grade,’ he smiled, slapping her quickly across the ass with his pointer.
‘Ouch,’ cried Joey, wincing at the pain of the pointer slapped across her ass.
‘What?’ asked Dr. Erickson, with an edge of anger in his voice.
‘That hurt.’
‘Well I can see we have a lot of work ahead of us if you are going to be a good whore. Only good whores get good grades. If you want a good grade in my class you are going to be my whore. You will obey my commands, no matter what they might be. Failure to obey me will result in punishment. After you have been punished continual disobedience will result in you failing my class. Do you understand?’
Joey nodded her head as she felt tears starting to well up in her eyes.
Dr. Erickson continued. ‘There are a few things we are going to get straight if you are going to be a good whore. First of all, there will be no crying out when I need to discipline you. I need to discipline you because you are behaving badly or not doing what I tell you to do. A good whore always obeys her master and doesn’t speak out of turn. Do you understand?’
‘Yes,’ answered Joey.
No sooner had she spoken then Dr. Erickson slapped her again with the pointer. Joey did her best to not make any noise this time and only made a quiet moan she was sure he did not hear. By now she could feel tears flowing down her cheeks and stuffing up her nose.
‘That’s better,’ he continued. ‘The reason that I had to slap you was the second rule. You will always address me a ‘sir’ or ‘master’. Do you understand?’
‘Yes, …sir.’
‘The third rule is that you will always wear a collar, so that everybody knows that you are a whore.’ He walked over to a filing cabinet on the back wall of his office and opened the
bottom drawer. He reached in behind a small section of files in the front of the drawer and took a black leather collar out of the back, and handed it to Joey and she looked at it. The front of the collar had a metal ring set into it, suitable for the attachment of leash and in the back there was a buckle with a lock, with a circular keyhole, similar to a bicycle lock.
‘Are you going to put it on, whore?’ he demanded.
‘Yes, sir.’ With two hands she lifted the collar to her neck and wrapped the band around her neck. She turned her back to him and felt him secure the lock.
‘Do you have any questions?’ he asked putting the key away in his pocket.
‘Sir, may I take the collar off when I am in class?’ she asked.
‘No, you may not take off the collar. You don’t think I’m going to give you the key do you? Silly whore,’ he said, slapping her again with the pointer.
Joey was taken aback by his answer, but said nothing. To her surprise she realized that all of his harsh talk of making her his whore was turning her on. She felt her that her pussy had started to moisten as he instructed her.
‘Any other questions, whore?’ he asked.
‘No, sir.’
‘Good, get down on your knees and suck my dick.’
Joey was startled by his command, but rushed to obey. She knelt down in front of him and undid the zipper on his pants. Fishing inside with her fingers she drew out his cock. She put her mouth to the head and began to lick it as it slowly began to become engorged. For several minutes she ran her tongue over the head, until he became erect. Dr. Erickson had the biggest cock she had ever seen, making her even wetter.
Once his cock was erect she began to lick the underside, just under the head. In her experience this was the best way to make a man come. Her ex-boyfriend would come in seconds when she did this for him, but Dr. Erickson did not come so fast.
‘Oh, yes, I can see you know how to suck a dick. That’s good. Yes, very good,’ he moaned.
His encouragement only made her increase the speed of her licking.
‘Not so fast,’ he said, ‘slow down and suck it good.’
Joey slowed down her licking, concentrating on the spot underneath the head. He brought his hands up and put them on the sides of her face. Wrapping his fingers around the back of her head he began to pull her back and forth on to his cock, forcing it down her throat. She began to gag as he fucked her face.
‘Breath through your nose, you stupid whore,’ he admonished.
It took several minutes, and to what her seemed an eternity, but he finally stopped his hand motions and as she looked up at his face she could feel him ejaculating down her throat.
After a moment he said, ‘Now, clean off my cock, put it away and get out of my office. ‘
Joey, did her best to lick all of the cum off and put the slowly softening member away in his pants. Once she was finished she got up to her feet and looked around for her book bag. When she got to her feet she could feel the wet spot on the back of her skirt as it rested on her ass. She was surprised by how much his rough treatment of her had turned her on. She opened the shoulder strap and lowered her book bag on her shoulder so that it would cover the wet spot.
Before she could leave he said, handing her a pen and a pad of paper, ‘Here give me your number, in case I need anything later.’
‘Yes, sir,’ she said, writing down her cell number and name on the pad. With her book bag over her shoulder, she left his office.
Chapter 2
The afternoon sun shone through the redwoods as Joey walked back to her dorm. Her backpack, slung low on her back, pushed the wet spot on her skirt up against her ass, as a reminder of how excited she had gotten when Dr. Erickson had forced her to suck his cock. With a firm picture of the professor’s hardon dancing in her brain she hoped she would see it again soon.
Joey had never been placed in a subservient sexual situation before and she marveled at how much it turned her on. She wished that Dr. Erickson would have fucked her, but no matter. It was Friday and she was sure she would be able to find some guy to fuck her tonight. She thought about all of the guys she had met during the last three weeks and decided that she would go over to see Chris tonight.
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