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Posted: 2020-07-08 23:22:31
by Kyrid - Size: 2160x3840
- Source: www.deviantart.com/stever...ife-Enslaved-03-846263823
- Rating: Explicit
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“…Y..Yes…I…I…must trust you…and go….go anywhere… with you…”
“Good Girl! You’re doing great. So perfectly calm…and completely relaxed …Following your teacher...to a much safer place…”
Or at least it would be safer for him, Jefferson ruminated to himself. It had been a close call. He wasn’t exactly sure how this pesky little nuisance of a girl had seen fit to poke her nose into his affairs, and even more bewildered at just how she could have possibly found out enough to threaten all his plans. She had also seemed remarkably confident in confronting him on the school grounds. Surely it couldn’t just be because the brat had thought she’d get the chance to scream if he tried grabbing her? A hand over her mouth would have stifled such cries. No there had to be more to it than that. And whatever it was he would find out in due course, once he had the little minx sedated and controlled in his Dark Room!
Jefferson had considered commanding her to divulge all her most private secrets in the classroom, just as soon as he had her under. But even as compliantly docile as he’d now made her, he still wasn’t a hundred percent sure that the trance would be deep enough to pull such information out of her reliably. Plus she had at least been correct about that paranoid fascist of a security guard wandering the corridors. Not to mention that mentally disordered janitor that often seemed to stare at Jefferson. As if he too suspected something being amiss at Blackwell.
No, there were too many potentially unknown factors at work here. So if he wanted to find out exactly what was going on with this strangely all-knowing girl, then he would have to do so where he had the home advantage and could maximize his chances of success. So after ensuring that she sent a quick text to her contacts, to say that she was doing some evening tutoring with a friend, he slowly and carefully guided the helplessly entranced student out of the academy grounds.