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Beebzz:
since d first day that i've been following this story I've fell 4 it. pls my Queen,can't wait 4 d next update. m dying small Small oooo

[color=#000999] oh my! hope yhu weren't injured when yhu fell? Buh don't worry, if yhu get injured while fallen for this thread, yhu can always get cured through Vage's Wangers.... Just let mhe know, once tha injury is starting to get worse..... Just kidding.....[/color]

Dat9jakid:
It's been awhile I commented on this thread ooo but this is the best episode I've read, I feel he should more swift in making his switches

[color=#999000] good... Buh, i must tell yhu, this is'nt even tha best yet... Stay tuned for more BEST's.... Yhu Dis9JAKID[/color]

jerry20019:
SMARTESTPOPQUEEN
Wow! How do I start? Well , my comments on this forum is not up to ten which means I don't really comment unless I it is important. I will be an ingrate if I don't appreciate all that you have posted for us all to enjoy.
I really like your story, I have never seen anything like it. You nearly turned me to a W A N K LORD( I had to space the word so that it can show, cos it's like nairaland automatically sensored the word). I am a big fan of Sci fi and if you have any story apart from this kindly send me the link. Thank you

[color=#006660] in Oladim001's tone... THATS MUSIC to the ears...... Welcome..... [/color]

[size=30pt]KWANTINUE[/size]

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[b][color=006600]Prof Jane steps back then, and a look of horror crosses her face, but I stop it, before she can say anything.

“No one knows what happened in here,” I assure her. “Our secret is safe.”

She looks at me dubiously, “How. . .?” then shakes her head, and gets dressed in rapid order.

Once Jane is fully presentable, I lean into her ear, and whisper, “I expect you to keep teaching. You won’t regret it.”
She looks me deep in the eyes, before blinking, and seeming to come back to herself. “I expect you won’t miss any of my Math Club practices, Mister Smith?”
I smile as the professor façade returns. She’s going to be alright. I wish her the best of luck, and leave her office. I get a few glances from some of the students, but am quickly forgotten when there is a commotion outside the classroom.
Running out, I have to grab someone to find out what’s going on.

“Something’s happening outside,” is all the response I get, before I’m swept along in a tide of students heading for the exterior doors.
The sun hits my eyes, and combining that with the white snow all over the ground, I’m momentarily blinded, as a communal gasp sounds around me. Blinking to clear my eyes, I start looking around to see what the fuss is about.

And almost shit myself.

Floating a few feet off the ground are a couple of older teenagers, maybe eighteen or nineteen, one boy, and from the familial resemblance, I’m guessing his sister. In one of his hands is a floating fireball. She is scanning the crowd, and her eyes look odd, as if. . . yes, her eyes are the color and reflectiveness of chrome. Around each of their necks is a necklace that appears to be made of some type of clear gemstones, each one about the size of my thumb. They both have on white shirts and white pants, with matching shoes. Her hair is red, and tied back into a ponytail, his dark brown and cropped close to his head.
The girl’s eyes land on me, and I shiver. It’s almost as if I can physically feel her gaze. Her hand lifts and she points at me, and then both siblings are looking at me, and there is no mistaking the sensation that spreads across my skin.

They land softly on the ground, and start walking towards me. The smile that graces their lips would look peaceful, if not for the flickering glow of the man’s fireball reflecting off of them.

There is no possible way that even I could predict what they do next.

“Prepare for trouble,” says the girl.

“Make it double,” the boy follows up.
I groan, as the rest becomes predictable.

“To protect the world from devastation,”

“To unite all people within our nation,”

“To denounce the evil of truth and love,”

“To extend our reach to the stars above,”
“Emmanuella,”

“Emmanuel,”

“Team rocket blasts off at the speed of light,”

“Surrender now or prepare to fight,”

I stumble mentally when I don’t hear the final line delivered.
That can’t really be their names, can it?
“Pokemon?” I ask, trying to keep the derision out of my voice. “Really?” I can tell they’re dangerous, and likely another one of the alien’s experiments.

“We’ve been given god-given powers to cleanse the world of evil-doers like you,” Emmanuel snarls at me. I try hard not to laugh at the way he worded that statement.

Emmanuela fingers the necklace around her neck, before saying, “Each of these is a fallen soul. Each one is someone who’ve gained their powers from the devil.”

Great, I think, religious fanatics.

“Submit to us now, and we will make your death painless,” Emmanuel spouts, and I realize these lines are rehearsed. If what she said is true, and each clear gem is another person with the gene that the alien’s were activating, then they’ve already taken out quite a few people.

Only now, do I realize that there is a large gathering surrounding us, and that I’m no longer on the edge of the group.
People are looking from the Rocket twins to me, and back again.
Most of them likely think this is some performance being put on by the drama department. They don’t know the danger they’re in. Before I can think to warn the crowd to get away, Emmanuela speaks up.
“Answer our demand now, or we will assume your response.”

I start to form a switch, in an attempt to turn off their abilities, but the girl with the strange chrome eyes shouts,
“Watch out brother, he’s attacking!”
Without any further warning, Emmanuel throws the fireball he’s been holding at me, and I have to dodge to the side, landing hard on the snow packed ground. I also lose the switch I’d been preparing.

The crowd “oohs,” as a tower of flame goes up where I’d just been standing. Don’t they understand the danger? I can see that those closest to the pillar are backing away uncertainly, shielding their faces from the heat.

“It’s not too late to come to the light,” Emmanuel informs me, and I can see him preparing another fireball.


T.b.c. I appreciate everybody.. Yhur comments and Pm's are what keeps on Fueling this Updates... [/b][/color]

all this while i spent, hoping for a Miracle to happen, this two Pen Master's still didn't find it difficult to take Gentle from Me... Oh My! Heads will roll..... Vexing mood..... Am collaborating with Slimmy on this Vengeance Mission... We gonna start with yhu Two... OYINPRINCE and Donkross.... Operation Kill them all... Oyin and Don.... Watch your back....

Rex1:
I CONCUR!!! YOUR STORY FINE - i concur U TRY 2 MUCH - i concur I CONCUR!!! YOUR STORY FINE - i concur U TRY 2 MUCH - i concur I CONCUR!!! YOUR STORY FINE - i concur U TRY 2 MUCH - i concur

yes dear. Thanks

[size=30pt]KWANTINUE....[/size]


[b]A couple seconds later, I’m admiring the barely clad body of Professor Jane Janet.

Stepping up to her trembling form, I look down into her brown eyes. Her head tilts up to mine, and I know she wants a kiss, but not yet. Reaching around behind her, I easily unsnap her b.ra, and pull the straps from her shoulders. A moment later her panties join the rest of the clothes on the floor.

The bell rings, and Janet’s soft brown eyes grow large in terror, as the sound of students filing into her class filters through her closed door.

“Don’t move,” I order her, and she shivers again at my authority. I turn and lock her door, then look my slave in the eyes. “You’re going to sit on your desk, and give your master a show,” I inform her.

“But my class. . .” I can see her wavering, but I’m not willing to pass this up.

“A class you were willing to abandon,” I tell her unkindly. “A class you were willing to leave behind, because you wanted to deny yourself of the pleasure that I can give you.”

“But this is wrong. You’re my student. I shouldn’t take advantage of you.” I can tell she’s starting to worry again, as her arms lift to cover herself. I need to head this off quick, or I’ll lose her forever.

I laugh, making sure I’m not too loud.
“When we’re together, slave, I am your master. There is no student/teacher relationship, and I’ll brook no disobedience. Now put your arms down, and sit on your desk.”

Her eyes dart to the locked door, and she hesitates for just a moment. I can tell when she comes to a conclusion, as she murmurs, “Yes, master.”

My bazooka [ i got that word from a thread on Nl] is hurting in my Cr7 pants; I’m so hard right now. Whipping my large Bazooka out, my smile widens even more at the glossy look in Janet’s eyes.

“It occurs to me, that my slave has been too long denied her own pleasure. A denial she has brought upon herself.” I pause, just for dramatic effect. “It’s time you learn that pleasure is not a negative thing. But rather, something that needs to be fed and nurtured.” The confusion in her eyes is a beautiful thing.
“Pleasure yourself, slave.”

Comprehension dawns in Jane's chocolate browns, and she glances at the door again, but her hands go to work. Her left hand goes to her right bre.ast, pinching and twisting the nip.ple, while her right hand drops to her wet snatch, and immediately starts rubbing her c.lit.

Sitting in one of her chairs offers me a great view of the mature woman trying hard to get off. She’s making small sounds of pleasure, as her eyes remain locked on mine. Occasionally she’ll look to the door, and I know the danger of getting caught is increasing her arousal.

The bell rings again, but Janet doesn’t even seem to notice. My hand starts to lightly stroke my thick bazooka, as I continue watching my beautiful slave.

“Moan,” I tell her, not wanting her to hold anything back. “You need to let it out, and stop trying to control this part of yourself. Enjoy it, and I promise you won’t regret it.”
The students out in her classroom are talking loudly, which is good, as it covers the deep moaning that Janet suddenly lets out.

“Does master like watching his slave play with her nip.ples?” She asks me, still looking me deep in the eyes.
“Does he like the way I make myself wetter as I play with my little pvssy? Does master want to see what happens when I slip a finger inside?”

“No,” I tell her, “I want to see what happens when you slip three fingers in.”
Without any trace of hesitation, she slips the first three fingers of her right hand into her snatch, and comes hard. Her moans can easily be heard outside, and I can hear the class suddenly go silent.

Without a second thought, I create a memory switch for the entire class and flip it. The outside chatter starts back up instantly.

No headache occurs from such a massive switch, and I smile.

“Did master enjoy watching me c.um on my fingers?” my slave inquires.

“I did,” I reply, easily.
“I enjoyed so much that my bazooka almost hurts. Come over here, and suck the c.um from my bazooka, slave.”

Almost inhumanly fast, Janet is off her desk, and her lips are wrapped around me. Between the ero.ticism of watching her get off, while her students are outside, and the whole master/slave thing, it only takes a few talented strokes, before I’m shooting down the back of her throat.

“Swallow it all,” I order her, and she greedily sucks all of my seed from me. She even goes so far as to milk my length to get every last drop.

When she can finally get no more from my wilting bazooka, she stands up, and looks me in the eyes, before unexpectedly throwing her arms around me, and pulling me into a tight hug. “Thank you,” she whispers into my shirt.

“Get dressed, I tell Janet gently, leaving out the authoritative tone, “I think you have a class to teach, and continue teaching.”



T.b.c [/b]

Rex1:
hahaha abeg no fear cos i still dey surplus 4 naira land

ok.

Rex1:
i second dat notion

oh! This where yhu are.... Been looking for yhu on my thread..,...