VB Day 9 - Worn out

You fall into a chair, and Nancy sits in the other one, disgusted.

"Ugh," she says. "Humans and their bullshit."

"Oh god," you gasp... your cock is still oozing cum, and you feel like you just ran six hundred marathons and gave blood.

Nancy snaps her fingers and breaks the spell. You are both back in your school uniforms.

"Does that happen a lot?" you ask.

"Not really," Nancy says. "But it's a bitch." She eyes your crotch. "That wasn't bad, though."

"What?"

"This." She slips her stockinged foot out of her shoe and puts it on your crotch, gently massaging your penis with her toes. "For a human."

"Oh god. Please no," you say.

"It's fine," she says, and she's so good with her toes that you start getting hard again. "Just relax. That's bad luck for a rookie." She gets you hard and climbs into your lap, pulling the crotch of her panties aside and guiding you inside her. She's gentle with you, but your chair still bumps against the wall as she does it. It's good, but you're still in a daze from earlier. Your butt still feels weird... Nancy's hands are on your shoulder and her head is back, eyes closed as she gracefully rolls her hips on you.

"Oh yeah," she gasps.

The door opens, and the techniques teacher is there.

"What the fuck is this?" she asks tiredly. "You're supposed to fuck the humans, not each other!"

"Hang on," Nancy groans, fucking you harder. She grunts and her body shakes. Her walls grip your cock, and she relaxes. "Ah. OK. We got fucking sumlocked a minute ago," she says over her shoulder to the teacher. "Fucking stressful."

"Who was it?"

"Some Irish bitch."

"Did you punish her?" the teacher asks.

"Punishing is work," Nancy complains, getting off you. You tiredly use your skirt to cover your twitching cock. A drop of your semen runs down Nancy's inner thigh, but she doesn't seem to notice.

"You have to punish her," the teacher says firmly. "You can't let them do that and get away with it."

"Let the rookie punish her," Nancy says, leaving the room. You are alone with the technique teacher.

"Well, Riley? What'll it be? You have to teach that woman a lesson."

"How?" you ask.

"You can either take her energy and make her regret it, or just enslave her," the teacher replies casually.

Whaaat?

"So. How are you handling this?" she asks.

Umm...

Enslave the scientist?

or

Just teach her a lesson?