Kamala Khan

"Um... I'm sorry, Mister Daily, but you wanted to speak with me?"

Rob looked up from his daydreaming towards Kamala Khan. The sweet and pretty Pakistani girl didn't look like anything more than a shy and demure girl, but he had "insider knowledge", so-to speak. His student was the young superhero Miss Marvel, an Inhuman with size-changing, shape-changing, and limb-stretching powers. In addition, Kamala was an avid superhero fangirl, particularly of her namesake, Captain Marvel AKA Carol Danvers. Rob often imagined Kamala's idolization were the expression of a deep-seated crush and liked to draw the tall, busty, blonde Carol dominating the slight, brown-skinned Kamala.

Of course, those facts were all based on where Kamala had come from and if his wishes retained her superpowers. Well, time to go on a fact finding mission...

"Well, I was just curious how you felt about the class." Rob asked, trying to sound as gentle and diplomatic as possible. "It seemed you were a touch uncomfortable today."

Kamala shied away, rubbing her arm. "Well, it's okay," she muttered, "I thought some of the stuff you showed us, was... creepy. Gross. Me and Car - I mean, I never did that with Captain Marvel. Never even met her..."

Rob nodded along, her momentarily slip up all too revealing to him. He had figured something was up where he showed the class an image of a futanari Captain Marvel fucking Kamala, her massive cock distending and stretching the stomach of the young sidekick, cum gurgling from her mouth, happy to be her idol's cocksleeve. It was one of Rob's favourite pictures.

"Well, were you wanting to transfer or drop out?" Rob said, keeping up his genial manner.

"No, sir. I'll be okay." Kamala offered him a smile, so bright and lovely Rob felt his heart skip a beat. Her eyes slightly glazed over, as she said, "I'm a good girl, after all. I'm a good student. I'll listen to my teacher..." parroting the brainwashing video. Rob nodded happily at her affirmations.

"Good, good. Say, could you please lift up your skirt for me, Kamala?"

Kamala blinked in start, as if she didn't hear Rob's orders, but, just as with Tifa and Nami, her body obeyed without thought or action, daintly picking up the hem of her skirt with both hands and lifting it up, exposing her lower body to Rob. She was wearing red-and-blue cotton panties with a gold Captain Marvel lightning bolt on the front. She had also exposed her slim, smooth thighs, the supple brown flesh above her thigh-highs.

Kamala gawked and stared in shock for a few moments, eyes wide in horror. She opened her mouth, only for Rob to lift a finger. "Please keep quiet and only move when I ask you to." Instead of a scream, Kamala let out a tiny squeak, as her body froze in place, exposing herself to her teacher.

Rob stood up and made his way around his desk, slow and assured, walking with confidence and with no effort made to hide the bulge in his pants. He shut and locked to door to ensure his privacy before turning to Kamala, his young student having found her will, glaring at him with the defiance only a hero would have.

"What do you want?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She was clearly trying not to look at Rob's pants.

"I want you, Kamala." Rob stated bluntly, slowly approaching his latest victim. "I want your sunny personality at my beck and call. I want your beautiful body at my side. I want your powers to service me. I want the famed Miss Marvel as my thrall." A small gasp and the widening of rich brown eyes betrayed Kamala, Rob smirking down at the paralyzed girl, eyes focused on her panties. Gently, as gently a man his sized could manage, he reached down and pressed his thumb down on the lightning bolt logo. She may have been shocked, confused, afraid, angry, and defiant, but Kamala still gasped at the contact, biting down on her lip. "Tell me, Kamala, do you wear these when Captain Marvel fucks you?"

The only reply Rob got was Kamala's best steely gaze, which in turn drew a sigh from him. "Please answer my questions, honestly, Kamala, like a good student." He then switched from thumb to index and middle finger, pressing onto her panties a touch harder. Kamala's nostrils flared as she fought against the pleasure, her chest and stomach writhing and undulating in futile resistance. "Listen to teacher and you'll get a reward."

"I... haven't had sex with Carol..." Kamala muttered, still biting her lower lip. Rob nodded and smiled, delivering on her promise, as he pressed harder on her nethers. He shifted his position to stand behind the captive girl, hand still on her crotch, his other hand softly rubbing her thigh. Rob pressed against her backside, purposefully rubbing his erection against her cute little butt.

"There, doesn't it feel good to do what teacher says?"

Kamala made a **** sound, a throaty mix of a swallowed moan and a **** sob, but then said, "Yes..."

Rob pulled closer to Kamala, sniffing her hair, inhaling vanilla and spice. "But you do want her to fuck you, don't you?"

"Mmmm.... yes...." Kamala said, softly, and then again, louder. "Yes, yes." Rob began to draw small circles on Kamala's crotch, grinding his hard-on into the groove of her ass cheeks, drawing out purrs and coos of contentment from the superhero turned schoolgirl. "I want it so bad. I fantasize about it all the time. Touch myself constantly. Your picture today really turned me on, sir..."

All these truths came out unbidden as Rob continued to touch and stroke, rub and grind, while Kamala moaned, melting into the touch of her captor. "How do you know so much about me....?" She eventually asked in a small voice, panting slightly. Her dark brown skin was starting get flushed, red creeping into her cheeks, a lazy, teasing smile slowly forming on her lips.

Rob pressed his fingers down hard, for all but a split second. Kamala nearly buckled over from the sudden rush, but Rob held her firm. "It's a teachers job to know his students. I know all about you Kamala, and all the other girls, and I've known for a long time."

Kamala sighed, shutting her eyes, as Rob continued to touch her, rubbing quick circles on her panties, which were quickly growing hotter and wetter. She squirmed under his grasp, but not in fear or resistance, as she slowly submitted to his power and control. It felt good to give in to her teacher and his touch, his desires. It felt right.

Then Rob spun Kamala around to face him, cupping her chin so that she looked him straight in the eye, her rich brown eyes clouded with lust. "Tell me Miss Khan, do you want to skip the rest of the day and come home with me?"