Worth the risk (closed)

[Asa]

Dr. Selena Legacy
Raven hair
Deep intense dark eyes
5'8"
Well curved and very toned body
Very clearly at least part Native American

Professor of Ancient Studies at one of the most prestigious mens academy in the nation. One of the only female professors there as the students tended to try to run off or get female professors fired. She had one thing in her side which was 10 years in the military and several years guest teaching in military academies around the world.

She stood staring out the window of her classroom her hair pulled back in a single braid Her near uniform looking business pants suit she looked almost lethal appearance. Written across dry erase board was Dr Legacy and the first topic of discussion.

"The Ultimate manipulation... Sex as a cause or cure for war throughout history.*

She stood there in a fairly conservative black pants suit with a dusty purple blouse her eyes scanning the classroom watching all the either intrigue shock or disgust at the topic on the board and the very hard edged Military appearing yet very female professor standing by the desk in the lecture hall.


As the bell rang she turned looking out over her class. Deep intense blue eyes looking to each student in turn. She silently noted the ones that seemed to wince at the weight of her glance and the ones who seemed to "puff up" and those who did a good job hiding any reaction.

I am Dr Legacy. I have been told about your attempts to run off female professors... Read your syllabus and my introduction and judge for yourself if you really wish to make that attempt with me. However if death and combat can't scare me... Trust fund gentlemen will probably not stand a chance... But... if you are up for the challenge... Bring it Gentlemen. If you are squeamish about the topic on the board leave my class now and transfer out I will not have you wasting my time or your own.

 

[susurrus]

Apollo Cain

Year three at "The Rock." That's Rockingale Men's Academy to the non-natives. It's like pretty much any college/university, except in the history of the place, only two women have successfully taught here. Oh others had tried, but the hazing process wasn't restricted only to students. It was just a bit... different, shall we say...

Yes, we men can be total and utter asholes without even trying. Everyone knows the stories. Nothing like rape, god no. That'd be too easy. Get your ass locked in prison for a hell of a stretch. Nobody wants that, because let's face it, an accusation's as good as a death warrant. Whether you did such a deed or not is irrelevant. Once that genie is out, true or not, your life is over.

Not getting into specifics, let's just say that attempting to be a female prof at The Rock was just an extremely steep upward climb.

I walked into Ancient Studies - an elective I couldn't quite pinpoint why I'd signed up for - and got a look at the prof.

Fuck, what a stick she had up her ass. She was dressed like some third world dictator - all she was missing was a chest full.of medals, but underneath all those layers, it was evident she was pretty fucking hot.

In my tenure here, this was my first class with one of said female professors. In challenge, she gave each of us a look that I was pretty sure was meant to take our measure from the start. I saw some guys unable to meet her gaze. A few tried to put on a false front and pretend she didn't faze them. Some seemed embarrassed! When those eyes fell on me, I gave as good as I got. Yeah, I'd heard she was some kind of hotshot military. The fuck did that mean to me?

Looking back at her, I saw those deep, gorgeous eyes and tried to tell her, "You don't scare me, G.I. Jane. I can take whatever you've got."

 

[Asa]

The class went by fairly uneventful save for a couple of students who halfway through the lecture gave up their strong facade and left one almost pissing himself on the way out. The end of class brought in the Dean who saluted her and she returned the salute.

Only ran off two from class directly... Losing your touch Col.?

He chuckled glancing around to see who all was present and who was left or relieved to see him.

Several have surprised me sir being rather attentive and rather entertaining questions. I gather you sre here to talk about the mission?

A smirk crossed his lips at her wording with a nod.

You have the greenlight between now and the first testing series so within the next 3 weeks just let me know when everyone will be leaving and I will be happy to go too.

With that cryptic conversation the bell rang and class was dismissed.

 

[susurrus]

I had to smile at the guys who couldn't even hack the overview of the class. Christ, it wasn't like there was going to be blatant fucking right there in the lecture room, although the more I watched her, the more I found myself wanting to see this Doctor Legacy in a less formal situation. A LOT less formal, if you get my drift...

Just before class was over, the Dean knocked on the open doorway and entered. He shot the prof a salute, which she returned wirh a formal snap. The two then carried on a brief conversation which was low enough that I couldn't quite catch it. One word that did waft up to me from where I sat was, I believe, "mission."

What could that mean, I wondered. Then after a few seconds, my mind turned back to the carnal meanderings it had dwelled on during much of the class. I began to think about how much of her figure might be restrained beneath that austere outer covering as we were dismissed.

Of course, there was talk about her later. It appeared I wasn't the only one who wanted to know what she looked like when she let her hair down. That is, if she ever did. A couple guys were scared of her. Somebody told hhem they might as well drop the class, because it was probably not gping to get any easier after the overview from day one.

The smaller faction were those who believed such a topic was inappropriate for an educational setting. One of those, I noticed was ond of the guys who'd left the class in embarrassment when she started describing the kinds of subjects we'd be getting into.

"What, Gillespie? You too embarrassed to find out that quite a few of the great leaders of history got through war by fucking their soldiers?" somebody laughed.

Me, I wanted to see more of this woman. I'd had plenty of conquests from the nearby women's college, and there was little doubt in my mind that under the strict facade, that somewhere in there was a woman who just wanted a hard fucking once in a while.

 

[Asa]

After one week had passed the class had gone from 25 to 18 students. She was certain more would drop the class when she announced that starting the second week they would be holding classes on the joint military base across the river from downtown. This was the mission many of them had heard the dean mention to her. They were going to see first-hand life fire simulations your the base hospital and talk to soldiers who came back wounded or with fewer parts than they deployed with. As well as if they so chose a day where they trained like actual soldiers. Dismissing them for the weekend she informed them that in case there were any questions or concerns she would be holding Saturday office hours from noon till 3. With that class was dismissed for the weekend.

 

[susurrus]

Okay, so first week of Ancient Warrior Fucking class went by with mainly dry facts. I wasn't sure where the whole "sex" bit came in. Still, "Doctor Legs" as some of us were starting to call her, was passionate about her subject matter, so she at least kept the class interesting. Plus, there was the visual aspect to the whole deal, too...

Saturday about one, I decided to mosey on over to her office and see if she was as stiff and no-nonsense away from the performance of teaching.

Her door was ajar, so I knocked and gave the door a gentle push...

 

[Asa]

Enter.

Ahh, Mr. Cain. Questions about the class?

She had a few files on her desk and her office looked like it should be a wing in a museum. Ancient artifacts and weapons as well as books behind some heavy-duty glass. Her office was in one of the old historical buildings on campus and preserved well with its original windows and fixtures only modernized enough to work as an office.

 

[susurrus]

The inside of Doc Leg's office looked like something out of an Indiana Jones movie. There was old shit everywhere. About the only thing in there that wasn't a hundred years old was Doc herself.

Sitting in the chair opposite the desk, I lounged back, crossing my ankle over my knee.

"I just mainly wanted to see how someone like you lives." Indicating the artifacts on practically every surface, I asked, "Where's your fedora and whip?"

 

[Asa]

No fedora but a 180 yr old bullwhip on the wall by the window I have used a few times.

She smirked at his joke.

Anything else Apollo? Yet nothing like your Greek namesake.

 

[susurrus]

At her comment, I had a brief flash of this woman decked out like a dominatrix, whip in hand. Holy shit.

Then, she smiled, and the first thing to come to mind was, Damn, woman, you should smile more. It made me desperately long to see her dressed in nothing but that smile.

"I'll admit I'm no good at telling the future, And I've never ridden a flaming chariot across the sky, but I'm a fair musician, and I've had my share of lovers."

 

[Asa]

Those last two don't surprise me at all Apollo. Your name was on the dean's warning list when I started teaching here.

Sitting back she watched him.

So now cut the small talk and tell me why you are here today.

She smiled again arms crossed under her breasts as she watched him.

 

[susurrus]

Ignoring her "Why was I here" question, I said:

"Warning list? what did it say?"

 

[Asa]

Warning list? Which list would that be?


She listened.

Are you speaking of what will be happening Monday?

 

[susurrus]

'What list?' she says. She just mentioned a list of some kind,' I thought to myself. But didn't pursue it any farther.

"What will be happening Monday?" I asked. "What does boot camp have to do with sex?"

 

[Asa]

Sex was just that opening lesson. Have you not paid any attention to the rest of the lessons?

Boot Camp is just to show you what all the people who protect our country go through.

She smiled.

 

[susurrus]

"Oh, I've paid attention, but to be honest, I thought the sex thing would be a bigger topic than just one session. Or maybe a gorgeous woman like you is afraid to get too deep into sex in a room full of horny young men."

While I wasn't looking forward to the boot camp bit, I wasn't afraid of it. I've kept myself in shape. Maybe not military shape, but it would make some of what she intended to put us through slightly easier. It was the mental brainwashing I could do without. I knew that the physical aspect of basic training was only a minor part of it. Many of the tactics employed are geared to break down your individuality and make you think a certain way. Still, I wasn't backing down from this challenge.

"So, will you be a part of this boot camp deal?"

 

[Asa]

I use it as a weed out. No fear here we may well delve back into it later or you can always do so for your middle of the term project.

She smiled at his question about the class time on the base. So quickly he assumes boot camp how xute she thought as she answered.

Actually, I will be commanding it.

 

[susurrus]

"Commanding? Wow.

"I assume you aren't going to cut us any slack."

Suddenly, I had a flash of "under her command." Parricularly the "under her" part. There was one image where her tight, round backside blotted out my vision, while her pussy straddled my face; the other had her riding me cowgirl, the full bust she kept confined in her strict outfits bouncing and rolling free while her hips ground on my stiff erection.

 

[Asa]

She smiled.

Something on your mind? As for cutting civilian students slack. You have no idea.

 

[susurrus]

I debated how to phrase what was coursing through my mind - and crotch- right then. Then I considered saying nothing. Finally I settled on:

"Just imagining how grueling a session under you could be."

It was a phrase that could be interpreted a few ways. The assumption was that she wouldn't find the potential double entendre in those words.

 

[Asa]

A tad young to truly find that out now is there anything else you want to ask or know.

A veiled smile would play briefly over her lips as she watched him.

Your time on the base will be one definitely to see how well you take orders.

 

[susurrus]

The doc seemed to be assessing me as I was doing the same with her. Perhaps our potential goals weren't quite the same, but the overconfident part of me liked to imagine that she was having thoughts similar to mine. Her sly smile could mean just that, or she might be imagining me broken and weeping after being treated like some pampered recruit. That predatory amusement was hard to read.

"Depends on what the orders might be," I said before my brain kicked in.

 

[Asa]

She just smiled.

Guess you will find out Monday.

 

[susurrus]

Again, I couldn't be sure if her smile was because she liked what she saw, or if some sadistic part of her was looking forward to the attempt to break me.

I got up. "It's a date," I said confidently. I knew she wasn't going to cut any of us students an ounce of slack. What she was going to put us through would be tough... beyond tough. Of those of us that still remained in her class, I could think of at least two who probably wouldn't last the first hour on Monday. I intended to gut it out for the whole fucking shooting match. Whatever else might be behind it, I didn't want to give the satisfaction she apparently received from guys dropping her.

Turning at her office door, I almost gave her a sloppy salute, but refrained.

"Monday, then," I said, then headed off down the hallway and to whatever the rest of the day held in store.

 

[Asa]

She rolled her eyes as he left and smirked to herself.

Monday quickly arrived as did 3 military transports to pick up the students from all of her classes. The Dean was out there with the students and they were told she would meet them at the base. Once they got there they were greeted by 4 soldiers who led them to the field where their tent classroom was set up.

Greetings students. She smiled her hair in a braid down her back and wearing black BDUs. For the next week, this is your classroom these 4 soldiers with me are your team leaders. Welcome to my world.