SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK!

The pressure inside Elizabeth built until she felt like she was going to shatter into a thousand pieces. It wasn’t just pleasure anymore, but it was an all-consuming, violent force that had completely overwhelmed her academic mind, her morality, and her loyalty to Alexander.

"N-Noooo...! Something big is coming...! Nnhhhhh-ahhhhhh~!"

"That’s it," Rex growled, his fingers working like pistons now, his thumb crushing her clitoris with ruthless precision. "Let it out, you fucking slut!"

"Show me what you’re made of if you want to continue to your next education!!!"

Then it happened.

With a sound like a dam bursting, Elizabeth’s body finally surrendered. "NHHHAAAHHHHH~!!! CUMMMINNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG~~~!!!"

SQUUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

A violent, torrential spray of fluids erupted from between her thighs, arcing through the air with such force that the stream hit the edge of the bathtub before cascading down in a heavy, warm deluge. The sound of it hitting the floor, a continuous, rhythmic splat, splat, splat, was deafeningly loud in the quiet room.

Elizabeth’s back arched so hard her spine threatened to snap, her entire body convulsing in the throes of the most powerful orgasm of her life. Her screams were muffled by her own hands, her knuckles white as she pressed them against her mouth in a desperate attempt to maintain some shred of her lost dignity.

"MMPPPHHHHH~! HHHNNNGGGHHH—AAHHHHHH! FFUUUCCCKKK IT’S A LOOOOOT~!"

But Rex wasn’t done. He watched with rapt, sadistic fascination as the flood continued, the puddle on the floor spreading beneath her hips like a growing lake.

He didn’t stop his fingers for even a second, working her through the aftershocks, pushing her past the point of pleasure into something that bordered on agony.

"Holy shit, you’ve finally passed," Rex laughed, his voice rough with victory as he watched the fluid spray. "Look at what you are right now, Professor!"

"Just a fucking fountain for me to play with, hahaha!"

That was the breaking point. The last barrier of Elizabeth’s control finally crumbled.

She ripped her hands away from her face, her head throwing back as she let out a raw, uninhibited scream that echoed off the tiled walls. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"OH GOD! FUCK! YES! PLEASE!" her voice cracked, completely stripped of its academic elegance. She was no longer the poised professor, no longer the betrayed wife; she was just a woman being absolutely fucking ravaged by pleasure.

Rex threw his head back and laughed, his chest vibrating against her back as he watched her come apart. "There she is!"

"There’s my fucking slut!" he roared, his fingers still working her like a maniac even as she continued to spasm and spray against them.

SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT!

The sound of her completely unhinged moaning filled the room, a primal, filthy sound that would have haunted Alexander to his very core. And Elizabeth didn’t care.

She couldn’t care. The world had narrowed down to this: the feeling of Rex’s fingers inside her, the sound of her own fluids hitting the floor, and the sheer, overwhelming realization that she had become exactly what he said she was.

"Ohhhhh... hahhhhh..." Elizabeth was almost out of breath when she squirted hard for the first time, but she slowly caught her breath while Rex laid her body on the mattress so she could catch a little break.

"Congratulations~! You’ve got your first diploma of squirting, pffttt, hahahahaha!"

She lay there, trembling and utterly spent, her face pressed into the mattress as the last of her release ebbed away in wet, shuddering gasps. Her body felt heavy, sated, and completely ruined.

Rex finally pulled his hands out, the sound of his fingers leaving her wet with a squelch that made Elizabeth’s face burn with shame even though she couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across her lips.

"There," Rex said, his voice satisfied as he wiped his hands on a nearby towel, completely unapologetic about the mess he’d made. "Now you know what you’re really capable of, Professor."

"And we haven’t even gotten to the best part yet."

Elizabeth could only whimper, her body still twitching from the aftershocks, her mind gloriously, terrifyingly blank. She was gone. Completely and utterly gone.

Elizabeth lay there, her chest heaving as she tried to claw back some semblance of her former self. Her breath came in ragged, shallow gasps, her mind struggling to process the absolute wreckage Rex had made of her.

’What... what happened to me?’ she thought, her internal voice trembling with a mixture of horror and a dark, traitorous thrill. ’How could I... how could I make those sounds? How could I...’

Desperate for some kind of visual proof to somehow rationalize what just happened, she tried to tilt her head down to look at herself. But her large, heavy breasts, still encased in that now soaked bra, hung down like two soft weights, completely obstructing her view of her own hips. The more she tried to strain her neck, the more her own body seemed to conspire against her.

"Trying to see your own mess, Professor?" Rex’s voice boomed above her, dripping with sadistic amusement. He let out a booming laugh that vibrated through her spine. "You’re too fucking big for your own good, huh?"

"Those tits are getting in the way of you seeing what you just did to yourself."

He reached down, his large hands roughly grabbing her by the waist and hoisting her into a sitting position. Elizabeth let out a startled gasp, her legs splaying open helplessly as she was forced to face the aftermath of her own climax.

The sight hit her like a physical blow.

Her pale thighs were slick, gleaming in the harsh bathroom light, completely drenched in the evidence of her betrayal. Between her legs, her pussy was swollen and bright pink, her lips parted and weeping continuously, dripping, and dripping, and fucking dripping more onto the floor in a steady stream that had pooled around her feet.

"Oh my god," her hands flew to her face, but she couldn’t stop herself from peeking through her fingers. Seeing it made it real. ’I did this. I really... I really just did this.’

The humiliation burned like acid in her throat. She felt dirty, exposed, and completely owned.

The academic dignity she had worn like armor for years vanished, replaced by the undeniable reality of her own filth. ’I can’t believe... my student... could do such a thing to me...’

’Not even Alexander did this to me once... I can’t... go back...’

"Look at it," Rex commanded, his voice low and dangerous as he took a knee between her trembling thighs.

He reached out with one thick finger, dragging it through the pool of fluids on her thigh, then smeared it across her stomach. "Look how much you leaked for me!"

"And look at how fucking ruined you are."

Elizabeth let out a broken, pathetic whimper, her eyes welling with tears as she stared at her own glistening, dripping body. "Alexander..."

’Oh god, Alexander... I’m so sorry...!’

"Stop thinking about him!" Rex snapped, his finger suddenly driving deep into her still throbbing cunt, making her jump. "He’s not here! But I’m here!"

"Your body belongs to me now! Remember that or you’ll get fucking punished!"

He withdrew his finger with a wet pop, then leaned in close, his hot breath tickling her ear. "And don’t you fucking dare try to wash this off!"

"I want you to smell like me all day!"

"I want you to carry my scent into your lectures, into your meetings, into your goddamn bed with that pathetic excuse for a fiancé."

Elizabeth squeezed her eyes shut, a single tear rolling down her cheek. She could still feel the warmth of her own fluids running down her legs, a constant, humiliating reminder of what she had become.

’I’m fucked,’ she realized with a terrifying clarity that made her panties feel even wetter. ’I’m completely and utterly fucked.’