Chapter 9 - Exams

Edward's POV:

God I love September !

I retreated to my office after Miss Swan left and was glad at how the conversation went, for the most point. I kept her on her toes and revealed to her that I was not some phantom of her own creation. She really found a hard time believing it and I found that funny.

Once she began to accept that I was the monster who kidnapped her from her bedroom twice now, I thought I'd find fear or tears but neither of those came. She was happy, she said. The little girl clearly has no idea what web she just flew into and has become tangled in. Or what spider is crawling closer to her.

Usually, when September begins, I take about a month to size up the student body, look over the new ones, then recheck the other students, see if any of them have gained potential over their summer breaks. It still amazed me sometimes how a scrawny little nothing could go away for two months and come back in September, with full breasts, a tan, and still have that ugly duckling syndrome. I would always grab those girls up quickly. I didn't really bother missing the students who graduated and were leaving these hallowed halls. No one was really special to me, everyone can be replaced.

But I was certain that they would never forget me.

Now, this was not about finding a girlfriend or a lover. This was about adding players to my team, so to speak. New toys to add to my collection. I would still have the usual girls I liked but it was always exciting to me to hunt the new ones, the ones who didn't know what I was, the ones who had no idea what I was capable of, and the shock and surprise on their faces when I revealed myself to them, slowly. To see who would fight me, or try to…and who would lay down quietly with no resistance. I liked it either way but the fight was delightful.

With Miss Swan, it was a bit different. I could not compel her or read her thoughts so I had to pursue her in a whole new way. I thought about it for a couple of nights and decided I would do this like a Dominant. And above all, a dominant is a person who must communicate and listen. So instead of continuing this dream sequence idea, I decided to just tell her what was on my mind.

I had to let her know that first, there were others in my group. Like a volleyball team, she would not be the only player in my court. Second, that I was unsure and that I would test her to see if she passed muster – then I would let her know if I accepted her or not. I would not be begging her to be my submissive. She had to know that she would not be my girlfriend on the weekends. This was something that was not to be romantic. I would not be the glittering vampire in her storybooks. I got nauseous just picturing that.

She would be my property, if I accepted her. Like a chair or a spoon, a tool I needed to get what I desired. To make her think I would be a lover, someone she could cuddle with, was not something I was interested in with any mortal or vampire either.

And it didn't hurt that I let her know I might not choose her, that she could fail and not get into my lair. This would make her try harder and answer my questions a little faster. After seeing how she was behaving in group therapy, I had no intention of playing Dr. Carlisle's role to her bad girl patient. I needed the answers I needed to properly train her, not because I cared or wanted to heal her damage. In fact, I wanted her scars to remain. I don't want to fix the broken dolls. I just want to play with them.

Fixing them means they don't want or need me anymore and then it will become a relationship like I have with many of the girls here : they fear me but must come when I call. I terrorize them, they scream, they cry, I come…I feed…and when I bore of them, they leave.

With Miss Swan I wanted more than that. I wanted her blood, I wanted her body, mind and soul…

heart ? Eh I guess it wouldn't hurt if she was in love with ME as long as she never expected me to act in kind. In the past, there had been a few misguided girls who had nothing else in life until me and they became infatuated with Mr. Cullen, the mean vampire. But it never lasted for long thank goodness. The darker games I would play, the more they fell out of love with me.

And that was fine with me. Because I can't love. It's dead in me, if it even was there at all. It's not a choice I made….it's just how I am. I had never loved anything since I became a vampire. Only blood. Only sex. Only the hunt.

Miss Swan would try her best to gain my approval, as she had all week in my class. And her knowing that she had other girls to worry about made it that much more delicious. You'd be amazed what a little competition could make these little girls do. They would tear each other apart to belong to me. A few times I had them go at each other to see who came up victorious. I so love tryouts. One player pushing another to heights they'd never reach if not for the resistance, the challenge. That's one thing I love about any sport you could name – the fight…the winner and the loser. This was the finest sport I could ever play, not just of body but mind. Thousands of little nuances.

I led Miss Swan to believe that I was already cutting her from the team before she'd made it. And she was on her knees in front of me, telling me how the last two nights were the best of her existence. And the please. I almost knelt down before her and tore her throat out right then. She was so innocent and sad. She thinks she's a little badass too. And maybe so, in this school. To tell you the truth, 316 girls here were very well behaved and happy – because of me. I made them so. The other 184 were underachievers, nerds, and basket cases. Dr. Carlisle could have them.

As a gym teacher, I could assess the strong ones, make them stronger, and choose the most athletic to belong to me. I wouldn't have to hear their problems, or teach them poetry, or languages. I preferred not to go there. In gym, it's all about the body. I liked that more. Better not to blur the lines.

Also I was expected to push them more in gym class. My tough attitude was sought after for this.

I would not deceive Miss Swan. In time, I will tell her what I am. She will have to know before I begin drinking her blood. But first she will know me as a man, as her Master, and fulfil my requirements. Once she is trained somewhat I will tell her the rest. At that point she will not get a choice to leave or cease being mine. Even as I asked her today if she wanted to belong in my special class, it was only to see what her answer would be. She is already mine, she just doesn't know it yet.

The only reason I am even playing the game this way with her is because I am really interested in owning her long term. If she was just some normal smelling student I might just have my way with her now and then, tossing her aside as I do with most of them. I wouldn't go through all this training bullshit at all. But if I could be around her more, if I could get desensitized to her scent and learn to resist it, to conquer it and make myself Master over the draw to it, then I could definitely see myself keeping her for a long time.

Going to college would be out for her. Unless I could mold her into a teacher, compel the staff to accept her as one, that would work. Or I could always stage a fake death for her, as a suicide, and really keep her alive and locked up in my basement. That appealed to me even more. I guess it would depend on how Miss Swan and I got along in this next year. We would see.

She looked absolutely lost when I began to teach her volleyball skills after pretty much dooming her to years with me. And she looked like she was sad to leave when class was over. She would be most entertaining for me, I thought, like a new instrument or a new game…frankly in this endless existence of mine it was the only thing that brought me any feeling or fun at all. My girls. If I lost them, I would really have nothing.

This weekend would be very telling. I planned to keep Miss Swan guessing until the very end of it.

And Monday I would make my choice. Either I would train her and keep her long term…or I would drink her completely and go back to my life. It depends completely on her and her behavior.

But I did love it when she told Dr. Carlisle off and that she had sex dreams. This one is full of surprises. Every woman is. But something about this one…intrigued me. Maybe there is nothing there…but so far, I have high hopes.

I began to prepare for the weekend, hoping I could keep in control. That's what else a Master must do – always be in control. I hated to lose it. It made me feel weak.

Bella POV:

Sweet dreams are made of these

Who am I to disagree

I've traveled the world and the seven seas

Everybody's looking for something….

I was listening to Marilyn Manson. And while I did I laid in bed, thinking of him. Every word he said kept burning into my brains.

Some of them want to use you

Some of them want to get used by you

Some of them want to abuse you

Some of them want to be abused…

Before I knew it my fingers were under my skirt and in my panties. I put my own hand over my mouth real tight like he did it…I closed my eyes and opened my legs wider….throwing my head back as Marilyn's deep voice reached in and grabbed my soul, twisting it without mercy.

I screamed out under my hand and felt my legs wobble when I got close. I fantasized Mr. Cullen was right above me, looking down his nose at me like I was insignificant, his hands ripping my panties off with one easy yank.

"Keep that hand over your mouth you little slut.", he ordered as he opened his jeans, moving them down to his knees. His shaft was large and hard and he impaled it right into me, one sword like stroke as I screamed.

He smiled and grabbed my leg, holding one straight up as he drove into me harder, pounding without care or mercy. His cock slapped in and out, our bodies smacking together with fury as he snarled at me, showing those fucking perfect teeth. It seemed he fucked me forever…and I never wanted it to end. Then he roared like a lion, holding tight against me as he erupted inside my body.

I came alone in my bed right at that moment, hoping the other girls below couldn't hear anything over my music. I didn't really care. I was so happy now that I just threw my blanket over me and laid there….panting…satisfied. For now. I wasn't sure what things wanted to know or what he would ask me…but I prayed that I could impress him in something ! Sports I had no chance in. But this…maybe I had a shot.

I'm a virgin and I thought he'll hate that. He probably wants someone with more experience. But maybe I could make him see that I knew some things. I loved to write stories about this kind of thing. Maybe what I lacked in actual experience I could make up for in knowledge. The truth is I long for sex but I don't want some horny high school boy who would get me knocked up. I want the kind of sex I see in kinky or BDSM web sites. That's what I crave. That's what I would love to learn. But maybe I just think I want it. What if I get scared or discover I'm not strong enough to take it ? I'd be humiliated in front of Mr. Cullen. I was so nervous now about the next meeting I'd have with him. What if he laughed at me ? What If I don't make the cut ?

It wasn't until later that night that my cell phone gave a little beep. I put my book down and grabbed it up, right next to me.

Building 9 – Room A. Now.

Unknown it said it was from. Cool.

11:46pm.

I don't even think I know where that building is. But I was hurrying around my room, wishing I had make up to put on or something to look prettier. I shook my hair out upside down and flipped it up as I looked in my little mirror on my desk.

"Fuck.", I hated how I looked. So plain. I wish I had my high heels and nice bras…something.

I didn't want to keep him waiting so I snuck out, silently as I could. No one woke up. No one cared.

I kept my eyes open for teachers or people outside who might bust me. I had some experience with this. I followed signs to Building 9, about ten minutes walk from my house. It looked like a very empty building, only a couple lights on inside. I saw signs that said Emergency….then another that said Check ups…all the rooms were empty.

It looked to be a hospital type area.

"Mr. Cullen ?", I finally called when I couldn't find Room A.

I went back and down another hallway.

I found Room C. Okay.

A couple hallways later, I found Room A.

I took a breath and gave a little tap on the door.

"Enter.", his voice was inside, still very strict in its tone. Would it ever be sweet ?

I turned the doorknob and opened it. Light came out and inside it he stood there, a white jacket on.

"Mr. Cullen ?", I asked, looking next to him. It was an examination room, like a doctor would have if you came to get a check up. What's this ?

"Miss Swan.", he regarded me with hardly a look in my direction, "Come in and have a seat."

The room had blue walls and gray furnishings. A table, much like a gynecologist would use, paper over it, and a medical pillow. Gray cabinets, a countertop next to him, usual stuff.

I entered and supposed the examination table is where he wanted me to sit. There were no chairs in here.

"Sorry it took me so long.", I offered, "I still don't know all the parts of this school."

"Get a map.", he advised me, "That's your problem, not mine. Next time I call you I want you there as soon as possible. I'm not going to wait around while you roam around campus for an hour."

"I will.", I said, clearing my throat.

"Alright Miss Swan.", he was putting white latex gloves on his hands, "I'm going to begin by taking a blood sample, also urine. We'll get your weight and check the blood pressure…then on to the exam."

"Exam ?", I felt horrified, "What exam ?"

"Gynecological exam", his brows furrowed a bit, "Have you ever had one of those before ?"

"Ummm", I watched as he turned away a moment, opening a chart on the counter across from me.

"Once.", I revealed, confused, "My father made me go…."

"Let me first get a little medical history if I may.", he began, clicking a pen, "Any miscarriages or pregnancies before ? Abortions ?"

"No !", I was mortified, "No."

"Don't be alarmed, Miss Swan.", he looked at me, "I hold a medical degree in gynecology and I know what I'm doing."

"Oh, I didn't know…", I stammered, "I thought…"

"First things first Miss Swan.", he informed, "I need all the information I need before we proceed. Understand ?"

I gave a nod. "Yes Mr. Cullen. Uh…Dr. Cullen ?"

"Alright why don't we take a little blood first ?", he asked calmly.

I felt a little scared but I nodded anyway.

"Good.", he said comfortingly, "Right arm. Make a fist for me."

I let him have my arm and I made a fist. He swabbed the inside of my elbow and held his breath as he took the needle and put it to my skin. I looked away as it bit and injected into me.

"Don't be afraid.", he glanced up at my face that couldn't look.

"I'm not.", I lied.

He took a vial off and added another empty one after that…getting two vials total. I closed my eyes when he withdrew the needle and he released the plastic strap around my arm. I felt a round piece of cotton press against my skin and he moved my arm up to hold it in place.

He wasn't kidding. He IS a doctor too. Why is he here being a gym teacher then ? I'm confused.

"There.", he gave a small smile, "Not too bad, right ?"

I shook my head, feeling a little shaky as he put everything on his counter away from me.

"Urine sample next.", he informed, all business like a real doctor would be.

I waited for him to give me a cup or something to go to the bathroom with. That's how it had gone the day Charlie forced me to go.

But he didn't hand me a cup. He handed me a blue cotton examination gown.

"The opening goes in front.", he said, "You can change into it right here."

And he wasn't leaving the room. He just was labelling the vials of my blood, writing something on them.

"Okay.", I swallowed, not knowing if this was normal or not. But I stood up and took my shoes and socks off, then unzipped my skirt in back and lowered it down, stepping out. He paid me no attention. But for some reason I was nervous anyway.

I still had my panties on when I pulled the blue polo shirt off, letting it lay on the floor. I began to undo my bra in front, it was just a regular white cotton one. My hands were shaking. And I figured this was some kind of test. Maybe if I refused I would fail already. I shivered as my arms came out of the bra straps and then I made myself take off the black cotton panties I was wearing. I fumbled with the gown but finally got that on, open down the middle. What was the point of wearing this ?

I climbed back on the table and crossed my arms over my breasts, then swallowed and put my arms down, trying to act cool. But the white led light was so unflattering and I felt so uncomfortable sitting there, waiting for him to turn and look at me.

"Alright, Miss Swan, lay back on the table.", he said without a hint of feeling or embarrassment or anything. He was like a regular doctor.

I could feel myself trembling. Why am I so scared now ?

"Feet up.", he said, guiding my feet one at a time into the stirrups.

"I didn't know you were a doctor too.", I tried to make small talk.

"I am many things, Miss Swan.", he stated simply.

He stepped up at the table where my feet were, saying, "Please scoot up more, Miss Swan."

I remembered this horror from last time.

I scooted until he prompted me to stop and my crotch was nearly hanging off the table edge.

"Arms up.", he placed them over my head, letting them rest there on the paper covering the table.

He sat down on a stool with wheels right between my legs, switching a light on overhead that blinded me to everything else around me.

He shook up a little bottle and I could feel his fingers moving thick liquid over my vagina. I jumped involuntarily and his voice said, "Sorry about that. A little cold."

I shivered harder as he inserted something into my vagina. I gave a little sound of discomfort and he said, "Relax, Miss Swan. It's just a thin tube going into your urethra."

"What's that?", I heard myself asking, feeling stupid.

"That's the duct that transmits urine from the bladder.", he said softly, "Now what I want you to do, when I tell you, is begin to urinate. But when I tell you, I want you to hold it. Then I will tell you to finish and you can empty your bladder then. Do you understand ?"

"Um", I said, "Last time I did this I peed in a cup in another room…"

"That's one way to do it.", he stated, "This is my way."

"Alright.", I agreed, hating it.

"Any more questions ?", he asked, sounding sincere.

"No Mr. Cullen.", I answered.

"Good.", he said, moving things down below me that I couldn't see.

"Alright, Miss Swan, urinate.", he allowed me.

I closed my eyes and tried to do what he said. But nothing would come.

"Miss Swan?", he asked after a few more seconds.

"I'm trying.", I said nicely as I could, "Nothing is…I usually don't have someone there when I'm doing this."

He said, "It's alright. Try again."

"Would you like some help ?" he sounded amused.

"Uh, okay ?" I asked.

Then he sprayed something very ice cold on my vagina and before I could stop myself I was urinating.

I gave a little jagged breath of distress at this, feeling humiliated.

"Good girl.", he approved as I closed my eyes, wanting to die.

I heard myself whimper against my will as he put his gloved hand over my vagina, not to stroke it but to hold it in place.

I blinked a couple tears away as he said, "Hold it Miss Swan. Stop."

I clenched up and held it.

He was doing something down there but I was not trying to look.

"Alright Miss Swan.", he said, "Finish."

I did against my will and an eternity later it seemed I was done. The tube was removed with no pain and I felt him wipe my vagina with a cold baby wipe.

"All done.", he assured.

I went to sit up but he said, "Remain there. The examination will proceed in a minute."

Oh yea.

I laid back down, my arms up as he asked me, "How was school today, Miss Swan ?"

"Very educational.", I answered, not hiding my sarcasm.

"How long has it been since your last menstrual cycle ?", he asked, preparing more things down there.

"Ugh..", I thought about it, "Last month ?"

"Can we be more certain, Miss Swan?"

"Maybe two weeks ago…",I guessed, "I'm not sure."

"You will mark it on your calendar every month from now on.", he informed, "You should know exactly when it's due and if it's ever late."

"How long does it usually last ?", he asked me further.

"About five days…maybe six.", I said trying to sound more sure.

"Is it regular every month?", he asked.

"Um yea.", I replied.

"Are you sexually active, Miss Swan ?", he asked without emotion.

"No.", I answered honestly before I could think of lying. I almost added that I was a virgin but decided to keep that to myself for now.

More lubricant was applied and he stood up, inserting his hand in, saying, "A little pressure here."

I almost yelled as he examined me, his fingers all in there it felt like. I wanted to die.

"Ow", I hissed after I said it.

Then he stuck his slick gloved finger up my asshole.

"RRR", I gave a little growl. He removed it quickly.

"Your uterus is tipped backwards.", he commented, as if this was a fun little fact.

"Is that alright ?", I asked, concerned.

"Yes.", he gave a little grin, "Nothing to worry about."

"Don't move.", he said calmly, "I am just going to insert a lubricated speculum into your vagina to check for any abnormalities, cysts, or irritations. This may feel strange at first but just breathe and relax Miss Swan."

I was really shaking now.

But I trusted him to do it, holding still as he slid something pretty big inside me. My legs were shaking as something in there spread open a bit.

I was breathing harder now, blinded by the light overhead and I felt a tear come out of my eyes. I wiped it away hoping he didn't see.

"It's alright Miss Swan.", he assured, "Almost done."

"I'm taking a pap smear.", he revealed, "Just a little pinch here."

I felt something pinch then and I gave a cry out loud.

My fists balled up and I panted a little bit.

"Alright relax, Miss Swan.", he said, "All finished. Relax your muscles so I can remove the speculum."

I relaxed and something large did slide out of me. It was out. Thank God.

He stood up and moved some things to the counter across the table. He removed his gloves and began to put new ones on.

He walked over to the side of my chest and began to examine my right breast with the pads of his fingers. I closed my eyes and turned my face away, letting him take his time manipulating my breast.

Then his fingers were under my armpit, examining there too.

Then he did the same to my other breast, not saying anything as he did this.

He pressed around both nipples lightly.

"Do you know how to examine your breasts for lumps Miss Swan ?", he asked me, looking down at me.

"Not really.", I replied.

"I will teach you.", he said, "It's very important that you know how to do it and do it at least once a week. In the shower is good too."

I nodded and swallowed, unable to say much.

"Do you…", I asked, "do this to all the girls that go here ?"

I wondered if he acted as a doctor in addition to his gym duties.

"Only my girls.", he replied without a smile or a laugh.

"I apologize if this embarrasses you ", he said, "But I am a thorough instructor and trainer. Is that a problem for you, Miss Swan ?"

I shook my head, "No. no…"

I played it cool. Inside I was glad this was over.

"Alright, " he said, "Lay back and I'll begin your wax."

"What wax ?", I asked as he went to his counter area.

"Brazilian wax.", he answered.

"Oh.", I said, "Why are we doing that ?"

"Because I want it.", he stated without any further explanation.

"Does it hurt ?", I asked, scared again.

"Yes.", he replied honestly.

He began to mix something and walked back down to my feet.

"How long does it take ?", I asked.

"About 13 minutes or so.", he tilted his head.

Shit !

After he cleansed the skin and put baby powder all over my vagina, he carried a big bowl and a rubber spatula looking thing with him.

"Miss Swan.", he began, looking at me standing there, "This is going to hurt a bit. But it's a quick pain and then it's over…and then a quick pain and over….we repeat this until all the hair is gone. Would you like to be restrained during this process ?"

I was so scared I didn't know what to say except "If it pleases you, Sir."

"Ah.", he gave me a little crooked smile again then and it was BEAUTIFUL!

"Very good.", he complimented my response with a warmth I never saw in him before.

"You will be alright, Miss Swan.", he walked over to my head, and took out two sides of the table, I looked up and saw there was a hospital looking cuff, tan with white soft padding inside it. There was a buckle like a belt and he gently put each wrist in, strapping it and buckling it, the jingle sound very arousing to me.

"How does that feel ?", he asked.

"Fine.", I said wishing I could've said something sexier.

"I just don't want you to struggle and hurt yourself more while I'm doing this.", he explained.

"Alright.", I closed my eyes and saw Charlie's face shocked and horrified.

Fuck you Charlie.

I felt something very thick and sticky being smeared all over my right inner thigh. It wasn't hot. It felt nice actually, like real thick peanut butter. It was lukewarm.

He thickly applied it on both my inner thighs, standing now between my legs.

Then without a word he grabbed the first dried wax strip he made and in one yank pulled it up and off.

I screamed, the pain fucking unbelievable ! But he instantly put his gloved hand over the area, applying pressure to relieve the pain.

I was glad to be cuffed because I would've been flailing my arms.

I felt tears in my eyes, but the pain really did stop right after. Then he went to pull the other side off.

"RRRRR !", I growled, clenching my eyes tight as he applied more pressure there.

"How are we doing, Miss Swan ?", he asked.

I whimpered like a baby.

"It hurts.", I admitted.

"I know.", he didn't sound very sympathetic.

"This is hard wax", he informed, rubbing more of it now on the top of my vagina, making a line right under my belly button but not on the clit.

"It's better than the hot waxes because it doesn't burn or damage the skin.", he said.

Again, he pulled that strip of wax off, putting pressure on that area as I yelled out.

He continued, now putting wax on the pussy lips not the clitoris. I was freaking out. But I wanted to please him by acting tough.

He ripped that wax off and I couldn't help but scream, my wrists jerking hard in the restraints up over my head. He paid me no attention.

"I'm a perfectionist.", he shared, "I want every hair gone. If you do join my program, we will do this every three weeks."

A couple tears ran down my cheeks as he kept working. Finally, his gloved hand was moving all over my labia, checking for stray hairs that he didn't get. A couple times he did more wax to touch up.

I was so glad I was tied when he began to paint the wax along my ass hole. I almost begged him not to but I shut my mouth and prayed to Hectate.

"Lovely.", he finally said with approval, taking a glove off and touching with his hand, not in a sexual way but, checking it.

"You did very well with that Miss Swan.", he began removing his gloves, tossing them into a red waste receptable.

"Where is your pain ?", he asked me, starting to unbuckle my right wrist.

"Four.", I said truthfully, "It doesn't hurt that much at all now, actually."

"Good.", he gave a slight grin as he unbuckled my left wrist, "You can get dressed."

I was confused. I thought he might kiss me or play with me while I was tied up like that.

I put my clothes on as he again turned his back to me, cleaning everything up.

I stood there, waiting after I was all dressed. I didn't say anything to him until he finished and turned to me.

"Ready, Miss Swan ?", he asked.

"Yes Mr. Cullen.", I nodded as he opened the door for me and switched off the lights. There was only a couple of dim lights in the hallways and I walked beside him, feeling not so afraid of that with him next to me.

He didn't say anything at all until we got outside the building. He locked the door with a key and walked on as I followed him.

"There's no one out here watching ?", I asked, a little cold as I looked around for teachers or any other people.

"They are.", he glanced at me, "But I know when and where they are. We're fine."

Even if they caught us, hey, I'm with a teacher, what can they say ?

I went silently with him to wherever he was taking me. We walked far out into the fields and hills away from the school. It was so dark, even the moon was only a little sliver of a crescent above us.

END OF CHAPTER 9

Next - Mr. Cullen tests Bella out !

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