She has the revolutionary spirit

Camila uncrossed her legs and got onto her knees before her professor. Whereas before this felt like a battle between duty and shame, now that his penis was close to her, she felt a burgeoning need to taste it.

She opened her lips and allowed him to slide himself into her mouth. He gently patted her head as she took his length.

"This is an excellent demonstration of a core principle, Comrades," he said, continuing his lecture while she sucked him off. "As Marx said, 'From each according to his ability, to each according to his need.'" The others nodded as he dispensed his wisdom. "My ability is to instruct young minds, and so I offer it freely to you. However, my need is to climax down the throat of a young lady. Comrade Camila needs my tutelage, and she can offer me in return the use of her nubile body."

The others murmur their agreement, and Camila is inclined to join them. He is right, of course. He always is, she thinks. I've listened to him lecture for hundreds of hours and never have I provided him even the simple service of a blowjob.

He interrupts her train of thought with his grunts, as he begins his orgasm. She tastes the first shot of his ejaculate on her tongue and swallows it. When she slides off of him, he gently pulls her chin up to look at his broad smile.

"See? Isn't this a truly fair Marxian bargain?" Camila nods her agreement, her eyes somewhat glazed. She is unsteady as she returns to her position in the circle. The others clap for her performance and she beams with pride. "Camila did me a great service." He reaches into a small bag which is set to the side and removes several jewelry boxes. He handed them to each of the women in the resistance group. Marisol, Martina, Gabriela... They all opened the boxes to reveal glowing necklaces and bracelets just like Camila's. Gabriela let out a little squeak of excitement as they each put them on.

"Now, lady Comrades, are you prepared to give according to your own abilities? And to meet the needs of the male Comrades in the resistance?" With that, their necklaces all began to glow green...

Camila sat bolt upright in her bed. Her body was caked in sweat as if she had spent the day working the fields. What sort of psychotic dream was that? Blowing her professor? Turning her fellow revolutionaries into whores... like her? Camila remembered where she was. Remembered what she had been made to do yesterday and would certainly be compelled to do today. The thought filled her with anger and shame.

But the juices on her thighs and sheets suggested that wasn't all she felt. Camila made for the shower, hoping to get her mind right before her next shift.