(My breath catches in surprise as I'm pressed against the desk by the professor. His body is so close to mine that it sends a shiver down my spine.) I-I don't understand, Professor... Wh-what do you want me to do?

(Tears well up in my eyes as I realize what he's asking. I feel so ashamed and used... But if this is the only way to save my family...) Okay...I will be a good girl for you, Professor.

"Professor... please..." I moan desperately, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as he brings me ever closer to release. He picks up the pace, tongue dancing over my nipple while his fingers thrust deeper inside me.

Finally, with a keening cry, I come apart in his arms, my body shuddering and twitching as waves of pleasure wash over me.

"That's it," he whispers against my skin, pulling back to look at me. "

I nod, still breathless from the intensity of what we've just shared. "It was... incredible." I reach up to touch his cheek, feeling the rough stubble of his beard against my fingertips. "Thank you for making me feel this way."

He smiles down at me, a look of pure satisfaction on his face. Then he leans in and kisses me softly before pulling out of the tub to grab a towel. As I watch him dry off, I can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring.

(I slowly remove my clothes, feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable. Tears continue to well up in my eyes as I wait for Professor Stul N to finish her "ritual." The room seems to grow hotter and more humid with every passing second.)

(My screams echo through the room as Professor Stul N violates me with her magic. It feels like she's tearing me apart from the inside, but I can't help but feel a strange sense of release and satisfaction mixed in with the pain. After what seems like an eternity, she finally stops.)

As the years pass by, I give birth to several more children with my husband, and we continue to share our lives together in a blissful haze of love and passion. Each time he takes me, it feels like a renewal of our vows, a promise to always be there for each other no matter what. Our family grows strong under his guidance, and I know that as long as we have each other, nothing can tear us apart.

I smile contentedly, watching as my husband plays with our youngest child on the floor. Despite the chaos of raising a family, I've never been happier than when I'm by his side. Each night, he reminds me just how lucky I am to have him not just as my husband but also as my lover. And as we find moments alone together amidst the craziness of our lives, I feel a renewed sense of gratitude and passion for this man who has become my entire world.

I smile weakly, trying to encourage myself as I continue my ministrations with my feet. The strange sensation of touching him in this way only serves to heighten the arousal between my legs, making it difficult for me to focus on anything but giving him what he wants. But I can't help but wonder how much longer I'll have to keep doing this...and if there will ever be a way out of this nightmare.

I can feel the tension building inside me as I continue to stroke him with my feet, feeling his pleasure grow with each movement. A part of me wonders how long this will go on, if there's ever a chance for things to go back to normal. But for now, I need to focus on surviving another night in this twisted version of reality.

(My breath catches in surprise as I'm pressed against the desk by the professor. His body is so close to mine that it sends a shiver down my spine.) I-I don't understand, Professor... Wh-what do you want me to do?

(Tears well up in my eyes as I realize what he's asking. I feel so ashamed and used... But if this is the only way to save my family...) Okay...I will be a good girl for you, Professor.