Part 4. For You My Dear, S-E-X Spells Success.
Little Wynnie wasn't so little anymore. She sat at a desk with feet dangling just above the ground moving them back and forth while a hand rested against her cheek. Her other arm rested against the desks surface as she attempted to stifle a yawn while Marcus went on explaining the process of cells, chromosomes, Mitosis...It was almost enough to put the young woman to sleep. She may have been older but still required naps every now and again. Her face nearly fell off her hand and onto the desk as she caught herself just in time internally scolding her carelessness.
"...And might you have an answer as to what the difference is between cell division during Mitosis and Meiosis?"
He turned around to face her, finishing his drawings and written explanations on the chalkboard. The Dr. scowled when noticing she'd drifted off to sleep, deciding to take quite strict measures of discipline. He stalked over to his sleeping pupil slamming both hands down on the desk as she jumped in surprise, gasping.
"Just what do you think you're doing, Miss Wynnie? You're supposed to be learning in my classroom; not daydreaming!"
She stared up at him wide-eyed, bottom lip quivering.
"Uhh, umm, I'm just tired, Mr. Marcus. Sorry."
"And just what was it that made you so tired, my wildflower?"
He twisted a long strand of dark brown hair around his finger bringing his face directly in front of hers, whispering into her ear.
"Where you too busy fucking yourself while thinking of one or perhaps all of your soldiers in between your legs, buried deep inside of you? Hmmm, Miss Wynnie? Are you listening to me now?"
She sat there in surprise never having heard the Dr. speak to her- let alone anyone- in this way. Never before for that matter had anyone spoken to her in such a way. His erotic words caused her sex to become wet, wanting to accept him inside immediately, craving nothing save for his touch.
"Oh James..."
He helped her stand, pulling her over to his desk. She walked as though in a trance legs quivering with anticipation.
"Mr. Marcus, I need to be excused now...Please."
He sat in his chair, pulling her as close as possible. His erection was more than obvious, pulsating against her crotch seeming to beg for entrance.
"Ah ah ah, disobedient, lazy girls get punished. You've slept in this classroom of mine for the last time, Wynnie. Is that clear?"
He lifted her black floral dress up all the way to her waist, smacking her ass hard.
"I told you that you'd be punished, didn't I? Why act this surprised?"
Her face burned red at his actions feeling his hands slap and rub against her tempting cheeks then trail upwards to curvaceous hips. Her fluids practically saturated his lap. She couldn't stand to look at him hardly able to stifle moans.
"Please Mr. Marcus-"
"Call me by my first name, I'm more aroused by that name coming out of your mouth than the latter."
"James...I need to be excused."
"Yet you can't bring yourself to look me in the eye as you ask."
She tried removing herself from this situation, making an effort to stand and walk away but he wouldn't allow this to happen. More than only his physical hold was what kept her there. The internal connection pulled her in even deeper captivating the virgin. She knew that he desired nothing more than to take here then and there. Now she had to make up her mind whether or not she wanted to allow him to fulfill both of their burning desires. Her brow arched in sympathy, hands wrapping around his neck as lust-filled eyes met his icy stare.
"I've dreamt of you and I doing...private acts together. But I'm too young James. We both know that."
"Still, you're not making much of an effort to walk away. Why is that?"
She shook her head blinking several times just trying to get ahold of herself and figure out this situation. What the next move should be.
"You know exactly why, Dr.. It's what you placed into my womb then transferred into the other males. Tell me, did you add some of yourself in the process, huh? And be honest."
He gave a seductive laugh, licking her neck and sucking an ear lobe before responding.
"Haha, now why do you think I would go and do a thing such as that? As if I'm required to explain myself to you anyway, silly, petulant child that you are."
He pinched her nose only to have his hand smacked away. She gave an annoyed look getting up to stand now since he had more than killed the arousal.
"Tsk, tsk. I'm yet to be finished with you. You're punishment has yet to begin and already you're wanting to leave? Bend over on my knee, girl. Better yet, I'll give you a choice. Would you rather I spank or use my hands elsewhere, hmmm? Perhaps both? You may indeed be a little masochist without knowing it."
He pulled her back hard, their lower halves slapping against each other, a squishy thud echoing in the classroom. He smirked devilishly, looking down at his own lap and hers as well, both covered in each others fluids already.
"My my, it seems as though you're not so little any longer, Wynnie. Shall I physically educate you for scientific reasons? You'll get a full understanding of how Meiosis works if so. I'll explain while I bury myself between your trembling legs. That session should be stimulating enough to keep you awake, don't you think?"
She shook her head quickly, wanting nothing more than to leave yet feeling conflicted, wanting him to have his way.
"I don't think this is right, James. I want to leave now but you...You won't let me."
"I never once heard a decisive response so I'll go ahead and decide for you."
He bent her over his knee suddenly, smacking her ass until she cried out after the tenth slap, begging for him to stop.
"Ahh! That hurts too much! Stop!"
"Is that anyway (slap) to ask (slap) your superior?"
Tears streamed down her face as she decided to change her response.
"I'm sorry, sir. Please stop. You're hands are hurting me..."
"Aww, that's a much better way to respond. Perhaps this will feel better?"
He sat her upright on his lap again, strained face burying into his chest. He started rubbing her lower extremities as hands grabbed his wrists in response, attempting to push them away. A finger slipped inside instantly discovering her internal erogenous zone.
"Ahh, wait a moment, I'm not- I haven't-"
She clutched onto his forearms, thrusting against his hand. He skillfully used his other finger to rub her clitoris, sending his desire into an instant orgasm. She kissed him passionately as this happened unable to restrain herself any longer. Pre-ejaculation oozed from within his pants, wanting very much to gain entrance. He waited on her to finish, passionately returning each kiss with fervent, lustful ones of his own.
"Wynnie, dear, let your teacher do as he pleases now, yes? Be his good, sweet girl..."
"Tell me how badly you want to have me, sir...Tell me as we give each other messy kisses and you penetrate my mouth with a different organ..."
He panted into her ear, clearing everything off the desk and undressing himself, placing his clothing underneath his partner for comfort. Little did they know, others were indeed not only watching but also listening to their "study session". He knew of this possibility deciding to throw all caution to the wind regardless. If anything it was all thanks to him that this discovery of the compound had been made in the first place.
He'd been the one who discovered how her egg bonded with the natural plant's base, along with other necessary components. He simply mixed water with the plant base, a natural chemical solution, her egg and partial sex chromosome then later added his own (sperm) cell unbeknownst to the others, along with his two counterparts following afterwards. He knew all too well if Oswell ever knew of this then he himself would pay dearly; possibly with his own life. This meant she forever had a hold on him, especially from the inside. Neither could resist each others bond...No matter how hard they tried. The Dr. couldn't contain himself any longer. He already forced himself to wait much too long for this moment. He had to have her now.
"I've been wanting you more than you know and for much longer than you've been aware of. It doesn't hurt to fantasize but I don't believe it to be a wise decision for me to fully take you at this time. Just hold your hand out and stroke me while I thrust, all right? There's nothing wrong with this. You want to return the pleasure I gave to you, correct?"
She laid back doing as told without protest allowing him to climb onto the desk, hovering dangerously close from above. After a short while of thrusting into her small hand he ejaculated, hugging her while doing so and growling with intense lust. His semen glistened against her sun-kissed skin covering her stomach, dress pulled up just below her breasts. He whispered affectionately into her ear "I'll wait until you're prepared to go any further. Just say the word and I'll please you to no end."
He filled her open mouth with kisses as Krauser and Heath strode casually into the room as though this happened every day and they weren't intruding on anyone. Krauser gave a smug remark with crossed arms, both looking alarmed while laying in each others arms.
"Well well, this doesn't look like a "study session" to you, does it Heath?"
"Certainly not. This must be an extreme course of sexual education. How unkind of you to not invite us, Dr. Not to mention forgetful. You're true age is starting to reveal itself."
He arched a brow, removing himself from her arms but not before giving another deep kiss. He dressed himself while giving a cold stare venom subtly dripping from every spoken word.
"This was a private session between my dear Wynnie and I, "gentlemen". And I must say my dear, for you and in the near future, s-e-x will certainly spell your success. Whether or not you have a scientific or mathematical mind, rest assured, you will certainly be provided for."
He showered her with compliments despite the other two standing ten feet away glaring all the while.
"I presume Oswell requests my presence in his study immediately."
Heath scoffed, replying "Right you are, genius doctor. However as luck would have it, it's not because of this."
"Then what the hell could be so important as to interrupt this private session?"
"You'll find out from the source. Come on Dr. Marcus."
Krauser directed the Dr. to his destination as Heath walked over to Wynnie who dangled her legs from the desk, her black gladiator sandals swaying back and forth. She smirked as Albert walked into the room repositioninga baby pink Magnolia flower behind her ear, his expression as robotic and unreadable as always. He stood in front of her, dismissing his comrade hastily and with slight harshness concealed within his tone.
"You may carry on with your current assignment Agent Hunk and begin early. Wynnie will be in my care today."
"Oswell ordered me to accompany Wynnie-"
"I will be filling in your place today, that is all Agent. Good day."
Heath shrugged when walking away, strapping on his gas mask and focusing on the current matter at hand. Albert fumed with anger internally more than disappointed at her actions. He would have his revenge tonight while the two went on a "pleasurable camping trip", seeing as how it would actually be anything but.
"Go back to your room and get ready for the trip."
She gave a wicked smile, somehow unable to control what came out of her mouth or her own actions for that matter. She wasn't all that sure why she said or did what she had with both Marcus and Albert on that day and she never would be. Perhaps the doctor had awoken something buried deep inside, just waiting to be set free. If anything it must have been from the effects the control compound produced when released. She couldn't believe how rebellious or defiant this compound caused her to act. It must have happened the first time with Marcus...
She still sat there with her dress hoisted up above her waist, legs crossed as her lustful expression quickly changed into a smug sneer.
"Or what, "Uncle"? You'll do what if I say no? I very much enjoyed that session James and I were having. You, along with Heath and Krauser, were more than welcome to have joined."
She seductively slid down from the desk, trailing fingers over her stomach, smearing his fluids all over it. Afterwards she strode over directly in his front gently cupping his face.
"Aww, you look so adorable while seething with rage hidden just below the surface."
She patted a cheek before walking away, carelessly stating with both hands clasped behind her back "Nah, I think I'll just have more fun with my dear Dr.. At least he was bold enough to make a move."
She casually picked up underwear beside the desk pulling them up quickly. She smoothed her dress out, sauntering over to the stairs. Little did she know while Albert stood there he became so angered by her actions he had clenched his fists so tightly that his thin nails broke through the leather gloves, causing his hands to bleed.
"Wynnie, I believe you're forgetting who your current guardian is while the others are busy. You do realize that we are both alone now, I'm sure; despite the multitude of cameras placed throughout this mansion, of course."
She paused before proceeding any further, stopping before the first step. She felt his cold whispering breath on her neck his hand casually stroking a thick piece of hair. She couldn't believe how fast this being could move. She highly doubted him to be human at this point. He had to have been at least twenty steps away and in no less than three seconds he now stood behind her.
"How awful would it be if Oswell's precious little slut had an accidental fall, hmm? You may want to choose your next words carefully, bitch."
She swallowed hard, reaching back to place a warm hand against his icy glove.
"Sorry, I think it certainly would be. I'll do what I can to make it up to you, sir. Forgive my thoughtlessness and poor choice of words."
He pulled down quickly and hard then let go of the hair strand before the cameras could register the action. She let out a pained yelp as he placed an arm around her making the soon-to-be tortured soul step forward, making it appear as if she almost fell.
"Ah, do be careful, my dear. We don't want a nasty fall to occur due to reckless...actions."
He spoke loudly this time for the camera to register the audio not wanting to seem suspicious.
"Of course not."
She mumbled this while he escorted her to the kitchen. He watched her wash hands before eating a sandwich, eyes glowering beneath dark sunglasses all the while. Not once did she speak or look at him. Shortly thereafter, he escorted her back up the stairs and to her room, quietly closing the door after she entered. She didn't realize the storm she'd just created and how much this one would hurt.