Not at all!

2+2+2 Tough = 6. On a miss, your performance is disappointing.

I will...I will...serve the one who...the one...who... Phuong can't recall the next words of the Creed. She's said it every day for over a decade and it just isn't as powerful as the way Heath's dick is stimulating her A-spot. She gasps and, just then, Heath clicks the vibrator up again.

"Ahhh! P-Please! Teacher, I - p-p-please!"

"Focus, you stupid girl! Are you really this undisciplined? Muster your energies and focus on the creed!" Phuong white-knuckles the edge of Heath's desk as he plows energetically into her ass. It feels so full, and she can feel her own slick running down her thigh. Her legs are quaking

"I'm t-trying, Teacher - I just - just - need - !" Phuong starts to struggle up from the desk, but Heath pushes her down again, crushing her breasts into his desk as he fucks her.

"You don't need anything, Phuong! You are a Beloved Paragon! You are beyond such earthly things!"

No matter how much he might scold her, though, Phuong's body is only going to betray her. She can feel her orgasm coming, and she's not even trying to look at the painting now. She holds on as long as she can - then, as Heath plows her into his desk, one of the nipple clamps she's wearing gets tugged off.

Phuong lets out an abject wails as blood and sensation rush back into her abused nipple, now rubbing against the cold, smooth surface of the desk. Her body bucks, and she can feel her anus and cunt both rippling and squeezing as she cums, completely overstimulated. Heath holds her down as she writhes and cums for several seconds, until finally she goes limp, shuddering, on his desk.

"Well. That was a short data sample. Frankly, I expected more from you than from the stupid coeds I was intending to use as a data pool." Heath sighs, clicking the vibrator off, and Phuong feels a dim sense of shame, but she's too lost in the afterglow of her orgasm to care. Heath is still rock-hard, and Phuong shifts with a little moan as he resumes fucking her ass. "Well, waste not, want not, I suppose."

Phuong gasps as he begins to hammer her, drilling mercilessly into her ass. "Ah! T-Teacher...please..."

"I require release, Phuong. You will serve." Heath's voice is cold, and Phuong meekly nods, grips the desk, and lifts her hips to give him better access.

For several minutes Heath fucks her - his stamina, aided by his mystical practices, has always been impressive. Finally he groans. "Here we are..." He mutters a brief ritual incantation, pushes as deep into her ass as he can, and she feels him begin to cum. Phuong lets out a soft sigh as jet after jet of hot, sticky cum enters her bowels, making her feel still more full.

When he's done depositing his load in her abused ass, Heath slips from her, leaving Phuong feeling gaping and empty. He sits in his chair. "Come, Phuong."

She attempts to kneel before him, though in practice she's so spent from their exertions that she mostly just falls off the desk. She manages to pull herself upright between his legs. "Clean me."

Without a word, Phuong leans forward and begins to lap at his moist, cum-covered cock and thighs. Heath sighs, sounding distracted, as she cleans him.

"Phuong, Phuong, Phuong. What am I supposed to do with you?" he mutters, resting one hand lightly on her head as she sucks his shaft into her mouth. "You have a great deal of promise - you're an immensely talented fighter, and no slouch as a mystic - but you lack control. At least under duress...I worry that perhaps you were promoted to field agent too quickly."

Phuong slides her tongue off his shaft and murmurs. "I live to serve the Beloved Paragons."

"I know you do." Heath reaches down and abruptly pulls the second and final nipple clamp free. Phuong gasps as her nipple flares with fire and her teacher cruelly pinches it. "You are...marvelously obedient. It's your strongest quality." He sighs. "I suppose we'll just have to hope that will be enough."

Phuong kneels between his legs, eyes downcast. "I'm sorry for my lack of focus, teacher."

"It's something you must work on. Your tantric energy shouldn't be wasted on such base things as your own desires when it could be a powerful tool!" He frowns. "Ordinarily I'd discipline you for it, but I know you must attend to matters with this strange killing. Submit yourself for discipline tonight. In the meantime...aha!" He snaps his fingers. "Got it."

He pulls a black marker from a drawer in his desk. "Lie on my desk and spread your legs." Phuong swallows and obeys. Heath stands over her, and she twitches as she feels the hard, cold shaft of the marker glide over her pussylips. Heath murmurs some words - an incantation? - then chuckles and uncaps the marker. Leaning over her, he deftly inks some words onto her skin. Phuong holds still through the tickling sensation until he steps back, smiling as he admires his work. "There we go."

Phuong sits up and looks down at herself. Heath has, in his neat, scholarly handwriting, scribbled "SLUT" across her chest, below her collarbone and just above her breasts. Down below her toned stomach, she sees "FUCKTOY" written just above her crotch. She flushes.

"Teacher, this is - "

"Hush." He waves her silent, and even as she watches, the words fade away, completely invisible. "There you are. I enchanted the ink, you see - it won't appear at all under ordinary circumstances. If you allow yourself to become distracted and aroused, it will appear to remind you to stay focused. Redirect that sexual energy to more productive ends!"

"Yes, sir," Phuong murmurs. Well, at least they'll be covered. And I can redirect my energy! I can! I've got to... She swallows. "Is there anything else, Teacher?"

"No, no." He waves her off, already retrieving his clothes. "Thank you for your assistance with my experiment."

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to provide much data."

"Nonsense, dear girl. You provided a...perfectly ordinary amount of data. I just expected you to last rather longer, with your training! That's all."

"Yes, sir." Phuong stands and makes her way silently - and a little tenderly - over to the shelf where her clothes are and begins to dress. By the time she's pulling her cardigan on, Heath is fully dressed. "You'll let me know what you find out about the sample, Teacher?"

"Indeed I will - expect a text from me soon." Heath picks the sliver of fungus up, still in its bag, and looks at it with narrowed eyes. "An interesting conundrum...but you'd best go see what you can find out yourself. Don't let us down, Phuong."

"I serve, and he rises," Phuong replies. She bows briefly to her teacher and, with his nod of dismissal lets herself out the door.

Chaos Factor -1 = 5