The Graduate Assistant

Georgia rushed into Professor Beale's office. "Dr. Beale, it happened again!"

Professor Beale looked up from his books. "Sit down and tell me what happened."

Georgia Stewart, his graduate assistant took a seat. "Yesterday, I came to in a classroom. My panties over my face and I could tell....um...."

"What?"

"I had had...."

"What?"

"Anal sex," she said meekly.

"You were ****? We need to...."

"No, that's just it. I was not."

"Then you remember what happened?"

"It was in room 302, the only classroom left that still has a chalkboard. I could tell I wrote _I crave anal sex _over and over, and with every line, the handwriting grew sloppier and sloppier until it was ineligible, but the first lines were in my hand writing, and there was no other proof I was...violated or taken against my will."

Professor Beale got up and walked over to Georgia. He walked behind her then tapped her on the forehead while saying "sleep."

Georgia's head bowed.

"I loved taking your anal cherry," said Dr. Beale. He leaned down and whispered into Georgia's ear. "You are telling me about your anal sex because you remembered you had anal sex with a stranger and fantasized it was me fucking your ass. You will show me to room 302 and when you hear the door shut, you will kneel and fall back into this trance."

He walked in front of Georgia. He took some tissue from his desk and wiped the drool from her lower lip and chin. Ever since he had perfected his mind control technique, he had implanted two triggers into Georgia. One made her sleep, and one slowly turned her into a mindless slut until all she knew was sex and forgot everything that happened after she got fucked.

He walked back to his desk and sat down. "Wake."

Georgia lifted her head. She looked at her professor and blushed. "Um, maybe I can show you Room 302. No one uses that room, so the writing may still be on the board."

"Lead the way."