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Your heels click against the smooth stone as you make your way up the steps of the Akademiya. Your heart flutters with pride and anticipation. Years of hard work, sleepless nights, and stressful exams have all led up to this moment.
A few days ago, you received a letter with the Akademiya’s seal, signed by Grand Sage Azar himself. The Sages wrote to congratulate you for your efforts, as well as for your recent breakthrough in identifying previously undiscovered properties of Ley Lines. They summoned you to the Akademiya headquarters in order to officially recognize your achievements, and to promote you from Dastur to Herbad.
You were so excited, you spent the next hour or so jumping up and down, squealing, and frantically calling everyone you know.
Now, as you approach the large door to the main building, you feel your heart pounding even harder. Trying to calm your nerves, you take a minute to adjust your uniform- soft teal jacket, matching beret, vest, and long skirt. You were careful this morning to put yourself together impeccably, so that nothing was out of place. You wanted to look your best, after all.
Once you knock, the double doors swing open. A guard greets you, offers his compliments, and leads you inside. “The Sages are finishing up in a meeting,” he explains, “but they will be with you shortly.”
He leads you to a pristine-looking office to wait. You are offered a seat on a nice, wooden chair facing opposite a large desk. Shelves of books and various objects sit about the room. After a quick bow, the guard takes his leave.
You wait for what feels like hours. Your hands fiddle anxiously in your lap. Trying to find something to occupy your mind, you glance around the room. There are books and research notes everywhere. A short distance away is a chalkboard filled with scribblings that you can’t even begin to understand. The akademiya higher-ups must be incredibly well-learned, you think to yourself.
You also notice that many of the objects on the shelves are beakers, flasks, and other chemistry-related gear. What’s more, you observe some odd-looking devices that resemble medical equipment. You wonder whose office this is. The akademiya has doctors, of course, but they don’t tend to keep their tools in their private offices.
Finally, you hear an audible click as the door opens. Immediately, you rise to your feet and turn around. To your surprise, it’s not one of the sages who stands in front of you. In fact, it isn’t anyone you recognize. The man is quite tall, has blue hair, and wears a mask that covers his eyes. He is also adorned with a curious earring (that looks to be full of liquid?) and an elaborate jacket that doesn’t look like an akademiya uniform.
Still, you offer a bow. Whoever he is, you don’t want to offend him.
“No need to be so formal,” comes the smooth voice. “I’m here to congratulate you, after all.”
You cautiously raise your head. The man gestures for you to sit back down, and takes a seat on the other side of the desk. “Thank you,” you mutter. “It’s truly an honor to be recognized by the sages.”
“We’re always looking for bright young minds such as yourself,” he says. “Your contributions to our great institution will be of value in the future, I’m sure.”
Though you can’t see his eyes, you can tell he’s staring at you intently. “As I said, it’s an honor.”
He gives a quiet hum in response. What follows is a few seconds of painful silence. You aren’t sure whether he wants you to speak, or whether you should wait for him.
“If I may, sir,” you finally say, “what comes next?”
“There will be an announcement sent out regarding your promotion,” he explains. “And of course, you’ll be invited onstage during the next awards ceremony. It’s a mere two weeks away, so you’d better start preparing a speech.”
“Of course,” you nod eagerly. “And what about… the Akasha?”
“What about it?”
You hesitate, suddenly unsure of yourself. “I was just curious… what kinds of new information will I have access to following my promotion?”
The smallest hint of a smile tugs at his lips. “Eager for knowledge, I see.”
“I- I didn’t mean—“
“It’s quite alright,” he cuts you off. “Any young scholar of the Akademiya should always seek to learn more and to grow their understanding of the world. However, you should be careful with any new information you acquire from here on out.”
“What do you mean?”
He rises from his chair. Slowly, he moves around the desk. “As one of the top achievers in the akademiya, you’ll have quite a bit of knowledge at your fingertips. The Akasha’s database is quite vast, as I’m sure you’re aware. I would simply advise caution against allowing any… sensitive information to fall into the wrong hands.”
He’s closer to you now than he was before, standing just off to your side. You look up at him, captivated to the point where it takes you a second too long to respond.
“Of course.” A shaky exhale leaves your lips. “I understand.”
He falls silent once again. You’re starting to feel uncomfortable under the weight of his gaze, though you can’t even see his eyes. All of a sudden, the air feels suffocating. You’re beginning to get the distinct feeling that you’re not quite as safe as you’d thought.
Just as you’re about to break the silence, he beats you to it. “Stand up for me, if you’d be so kind.”
Your instincts are telling you to back away, to put as much distance between you and him as possible. But you shake them off and do as he says, insisting to yourself that it must be your imagination.
The masked man takes a step closer. Now your clothes are brushing up against his. You’re hyper aware of his presence looming over you, and once again you feel the urge to move away.
To your surprise, his hand comes up to brush against your ear, where the all-too-familiar Akademiya device is attached. Connected to you like a robotic limb.
“I’m pleased to see you wearing your Akasha terminal,” he mutters. “Though I’m not surprised. I assume you rarely go anywhere without it.”
“That’s true,” you affirm. A question occurs to you, and you almost don’t ask it, but your curiosity gets the better of you. “Why aren’t you wearing one?”
He doesn’t answer right away. Though you can’t see much of his face, there’s something sinister about his smile. Are you seeing things?
“As you know, knowledge in Sumeru is managed as a resource by way of the Akasha system.” You’re confused by this answer, but he continues. “But the Akasha has many unique properties that the general public remain unaware of. And so, I wish to offer you another piece of advice.”
His hand falls from your ear to your shoulder. He leans in closer, and now your instincts are practically screaming at you to run away.
“You should keep your guard up as long as you live here. The Akasha is a tool, but it can also be a weapon. There are people in this city who would use it to take advantage.”
You feel the tension holding tight in your chest. He’s supposed to be an Akademiya higher-up, isn’t he? So why are you getting such a strong feeling that he isn’t to be trusted?
Finally, you find the courage to ask, “Who… exactly are you?”
You look directly at his face, and you catch a wicked grin flash back at you.
“My name is Il Dottore,” he says. “Although you won’t remember it by the time I’m done with you.”
His hand comes back up to your Akasha terminal, and he presses down on it. Immediately, a strange warmth radiates from your head to the rest of your body. The feeling of danger fades away. Your eyes unfocus, still looking at the man but looking… through him.
Every muscle and nerve in your body seems to relax. You find that your mind can’t really concentrate on anything, but this doesn’t bother you. It’s a peaceful state of emptiness, without worry.
“Look at me, doll.”
You obey the command like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Your eyes refocus on Il Dottore, who regards you with satisfaction.
“That’s it. Now be a good girl and sit on the desk for me.”
You eagerly do as he says, bracing your hands on the wooden surface and hoisting yourself up so that your legs dangle off the floor. You find that answering his commands brings a feeling of intense fulfillment, like it’s all you ever want to do for the rest of your life.
Dottore moves to stand between your legs, hands coming to rest on your waist. “It would seem that my little experiment is a success so far.”
Leaning forward, he captures your lips in a kiss. Your body responds seemingly of its own accord. You can’t tell if the signals are coming from your own brain or from a completely different source.
“If you’re curious,” the man says, breaking apart from you momentarily, “then there’s no harm in telling you what’s going on. I’m able to control both your body and mind by way of the Akasha. Every movement you make and every thought that you have are by my design.”
He brings a hand up to slide down the side of your face, tracing your jawline. “So you belong to me now, and I intend to have my way with you. Moral of the story, dear, is that you should be more careful about who you trust in this place.”
If you were in your right state of mind, you’d probably take great issue with his words. But as it stands now, you don’t care. They don’t even really register in your mind. All you can think about is how much you want to please the man standing between your thighs.
He resumes kissing you, more fervently than before, and you immediately melt into it. His hands slide over your hips and thighs, teasing near your sensitive areas but never quite reaching them. You wriggle your lower regions, searching for some relief.
His tongue finds its way into your mouth and explores, violates, dominates. His movements are starting to get rougher, touching and groping you possessively. You feel him tug off your jacket and vest, pulling your arms out of the sleeves and letting the clothing items fall to the floor in a puddle. Soon after, your long dress and his jacket join them.
He reaches up to grope your breast with one of his hands. The other finally moves to your core, teasing your sensitive skin through your underwear.
“I’m going to take you hard and fast,” he breathes, voice raspy and heavy with lust. “And you’re going to be a good girl for me, yes?”
“Yes,” you manage to say, already a dripping mess from his ministrations. “I want to… to be good for you, Master Dottore.”
He chuckles. “Of course you do, doll.”
You feel him slide your underwear to the side and insert a finger into your slick opening. The digit slides in with ease, soon joined by a second.
“Already so wet,” he observes as his fingers start to piston inside you. “Is it the Akasha, or have you always been this much of a whore?”
You whimper in response, unable to come up with a comeback. His fingers feel heavenly, especially after he adds in a third. You can only imagine what his cock will feel like.
“Do…ttore,” you moan, hands gripping hard onto the table beneath you.
“What is it, Dear?” He leans in closer and whispers into your ear. “You want me to fuck you? Want me to turn you inside out, claim your body for my own?”
You nod, breathing hard in response.
“Beg me for it.”
A string of gasps is pulled from your lips as his fingers push into you harder.
“P-Please,” you cry out. “Master Dottore, please fuck me. Please use my body for your pleasure as much as you’d like.”
You nearly sob when he pulls his fingers out of you. “Stand up, turn around and bend over the desk.”
You immediately obey, feeling your legs tremble as your feet touch the cold floor. You bend down and brace your upper body against the desk, ass sticking up in the air. Presented to him like a prize.
He slowly slides your underwear down your hips and lets it fall to the floor. His hands squeeze your exposed cheeks before a stinging slap is delivered to the right side. Then to the left.
“Fucking slut.”
A long, high-pitched moan leaves your lips as you feel his cock push into you. He’s big, bigger than you’d expected, and it stings a bit. Your hands ball into fists, and you suck in a breath through your teeth.
As he keeps pushing in, the pain is enough to snap you out of your trance. You blink a few times, coming to your senses, and whip your head to the side. A feeling of intense panic rises within you.
“G-Get off,” you shout, beginning to thrash against him, kicking your arms and legs wildly. Strong arms restrain you with hardly any effort, and you hear him sigh, sounding annoyed.
“So the effect wasn’t strong enough. No matter, I suppose I’ll simply have to increase the signal.”
You continue struggling against him until you feel him harshly hold your head down to the table, fingers tightly grasping your hair at the base of your skull.
“Stop fighting.” He leans over you, speaking in a low, threatening tone. “Hold still, or this will hurt worse. Do you understand?”
When you only whimper in response, he jerks your hair roughly, pulling you into an upright position, his other hand coming up to grab your throat.
“Do you understand?”
“Y… Yes…”
Satisfied, he lowers you back down, more gently this time. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him preparing a syringe. A second later, you feel him dab at your neck with an alcohol swab, and then comes the prick of the needle. Your heart pounds furiously as he pushes down on the plunger, and you feel the liquid rush into your system.
Next, the doctor starts fiddling with your Akasha terminal. You can hear faint beeping sounds, and you’re still lucid enough to wonder what the hell he’s doing to you. Before long, though, you feel your mind once again start to go blank. And it’s not just your mind; your limbs feel lighter, too, and you’re not even sure if you could move them if you tried.
“Is my obedient little student back yet?” you hear the man ask.
“…Yes, sir.”
He chuckles. “Excellent. Then let’s continue, shall we?”
You feel a sudden pressure in your pelvis as he moves, withdrawing his shaft (which has been buried inside you this whole time) and plunging back in. There’s a bit of pain, but it’s more of a dull ache than anything, and doesn’t bother you all that much. What’s more, you feel a wave of pleasure wash over you with every thrust.
“Don’t hold back your moans,” Dottore instructs. “I want to hear you.”
At his order, a chorus of sinful noises spills from your lips. You can feel him picking up the pace, matching his thrusts to the frantic beating of your heart. You don’t know when’s the last time you’ve been fucked this good, but you never want it to stop.
The scientist lets out a deep groan every now and then, hands still gripping your waist, never faltering in his relentless rhythm. His cock drags against your walls, kissing your sweet spot again and again. You barely have the brainpower to wonder how the hell did this guy get so good at this?
Suddenly, he pulls out of you. You’re left feeling impossibly empty, but it’s short-lived as the doctor practically manhandles you onto your side, holding one leg above your head. He penetrates you once again, and a desperate moan escapes you at how impossibly deep this new position lets him go.
“You like it deep, huh, babygirl?” Dottore growls, emphasizing his point with a few slower, intense thrusts.
“Yes, yes, I like it d-deep,” you stammer in a pathetically high-pitched voice, earning a low chuckle from him.
The day wears on, and it’s starting to feel like the man can go on forever. He came a couple times now, but somehow, he’s always fully erect and ready to go again right away. With the little bit of brain power you have left in your fucked-out state, you can’t help but wonder if he’s used serums or enhancements to allow himself to perform better.
You suppose you don’t mind, as you’re now reaping the benefits.
You’re pulled from your thoughts when you feel fingers pushing at your clit. He’s still pounding away inside you, but now that he’s playing with your bud as well, you feel yet another orgasm creeping up on you.
“I can tell you’re close,” he breathes. “Come for me, doll. Show me how much you appreciate my efforts.”
With a cry, you climax on his command. He fondles you through your orgasm until his hand is coated with your juices. A satisfied rumble escapes him, and you watch him bring his hand to his lips. The sight of him tasting your fluids has your knees feeling weak, and already you feel as though you could cum again.
He then grips your body tightly and redoubles his pace. His thrusts are growing faster, harsher, and more erratic. You yelp and claw desperately at the table, trying and failing to stop yourself from sliding around so much. His touch is almost bruising at this point, fingers digging into your flesh as he chases down his own release.
Finally, he lets out a long groan, thrusting in one last time and spilling his seed deep inside of you. You’re both panting hard, and you feel relieved that his movements have ceased. Any longer and you might’ve passed out.
A minute or so goes by, and then he’s slowly pulling out of you. Cum spills out onto the desk and the floor. He wipes his dick off with a handkerchief, then tucks it back into his pants. You notice that he didn’t take off any of his clothes or accessories this whole time, not even his heavy jacket.
“That’s enough for today,” he speaks, his voice back to the cool, even tone from before. “But don’t think I’m done with you. Far from it. We are just starting to get acquainted, my dear student.”
You stare up at him with wide, doe eyes. “It’s an honor to serve you in any way I can, Doctor.”
He slowly approaches you, then takes your chin between his fingers and tilts your head up.
“Good girl.”