NTR Isekai - Part 3 - Chapter 19
I lay frozen beneath the bed, my cheek pressed against the cold wooden floorboards, my eyes fixed on the mirror above. The mirror reflected everything going on above me with clear clarity. It was like the mirrors in this room were set up to allow me access to every angle. Even when I turned my head, another mirror only reflected the other side.
This was why I was able to see Miss Diane in all her glory, completely naked on the bed. I had not even gotten to see her this clearly when I had… when that had happened. I had only hiked up her skirt and pulled down her blouse, so this was my first time seeing her like this. She was on all fours, her visible and her cheeks flushed red. She had her lips parted and her eyes half-closed in what I could only describe as ecstasy. The man behind her was well manicured, but hairy, and he also had a dark, vicious smile on his face as he looked down at the woman in front of him.
“You like that, you filthy whore?” he growled, his hand connecting with her ass in a sharp slap that echoed through the room.
Miss Diane let out a moan, her back arching. “I’m so filthy… please, punish me.”
As the man thrust into her, he continued to slap her ass. I could see the handprints forming on her pale skin with each strike. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back roughly. Her back was nearly bent backward, and she looked back at him with a pained look. He then spat directly into her face, but rather than look insulted, she moaned louder. The glob of saliva landed on her cheek, sliding down toward her chin. She didn’t flinch. Instead, she licked her lips, her tongue tracing the path of his spit.
“You’re nothing but a hole for me to use,” he snarled, wrapping his hand around her throat and grabbing her neck from behind. “Say it.”
“I’m… I’m nothing but a hole for you to use,” she gasped out, her voice strained from the pressure on her windpipe.
My hand had found its way to my crotch again. What was wrong with me? I was watching my teacher being degraded, being used like a piece of meat, and I was getting hard. Again. I tried to tell myself my sister’s pheromones must have been released in here, but the cotton was still stuffed up my nose, and I couldn’t smell a thing.
As I was trying to decide what to do, my teacher glanced into the mirror. She jerked slightly in shock when she saw me under the bed. I could only stare back with wide eyes. I thought she might stop, but a slight smirk appeared on her lips, and she began to moan even louder. She knew I was under the bed, but she was still proceeding anyway. My mind immediately became a mess, but before I could do anything, the man stopped suddenly and pulled out, causing her to let out a whimper of protest.
“Roll over, bitch. Yes, spread your slutty cunt open for me.”
I watched as my teacher did exactly as he told her. She rolled over, shooting me a wink before she got onto her back. She then spread her legs wide, even using her fingers to spread her twat open.
“Please, daddy, stick it into my whore pussy.” She purred.
He snorted, slapping his dick on her once before sliding it into her. She let out a moan as he grabbed her arms and forced them above her head. Then, with one hand holding her wrists, the other grabbed her throat as he began to wildly thrust into her.
“You’re such a dirty little slut, aren’t you? You love being treated like this, don’t you?”
“Yes, I’m a dirty slut, I love it. I love your big dick. I love being treated like a whore. I am a whore, daddy, I’m your whore. Use me more. Please, daddy, use me.”
Fuck… that didn’t sound like my teacher. Her voice was as sweet and gentle as I remembered, but the dirty words coming out of her mouth were not in line with the teacher I knew. I could see her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her nipples hard and begging to be touched. He obliged, pinching and twisting them cruelly, which only made her moan louder. He didn’t hesitate to pull and pinch them even as she cried out, but that didn’t stop him at all. His pace was brutal, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room and my ears. I found myself holding my breath, completely entranced by the scene unfolding above me.
His hand started to tighten on her throat. Miss Diane’s eyes bulged slightly, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. She clawed at the sheets, her body convulsing, and I realized with a shock that she was cumming. She was cumming from being choked and beaten.
“That’s right, you disgusting slut,” he laughed, releasing her throat, only to slap her face. “Cum for me like the whore you are.”
Her body shuddered, her legs trembling, her toes curling. The man didn’t give her time to recover. He flipped her over, pushing her face down into the mattress, and mounted her from behind. He grabbed her hips and slammed into her with a ferocity that made the bed creak and groan. Each thrust was punishing, brutal, and Miss Diane took it all, her muffled cries of pleasure and pain mixing in a symphony of depravity.
I watched, transfixed, my hand moving faster on my cock. The sight of her being used so roughly, so completely, was intoxicating. I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t stop. The man reached forward, grabbing her hair again, pulling her head back at an angle that looked painful. He then wrapped both hands around her throat once more, squeezing with obvious intent. His expression looked terrifying as he stared down at her.
“You shouldn’t have cum before me, you dumb bitch! You stupid sow.”
He squeezed harder, his thrusts becoming erratic, more desperate. Miss Diane’s face was turning red, then purple, her eyes rolling back in her head. I should have done something. I should have jumped out and stopped him. But my hand was busy stroking my cock, my own orgasm building as I watched her being strangled. Her struggles grew weaker, and her legs kicked out feebly. I could see the life draining from her eyes, her body losing strength.
“Fuuuuuuuuck!” The man let out a guttural roar, slamming into her one final time, his body tensing as he came inside her.
His body shook, and her made several grunts. At the same time, I erupted. My own orgasm ripped through me, my vision blurring, my body shuddering as I spilled my seed on the inside of my pants. I bit down on my shirt, not daring to let a sound escape my mouth as the pleasure overwhelmed me. Miss Diane had gone limp, her arms falling to her sides, her face slack.
The man kept choking her for a few more seconds before releasing his grip. He pulled out and then wiped his wet dick on her leg like she was a washcloth. He looked down at her with a satisfied grin, giving her tits one more squeeze before grabbing her chin roughly. He kissed her and then spit into her open mouth. Then, as if she no longer mattered, he got off the bed and started to find his clothing to get dressed. As Miss Diane lay there unmoving, horror started to flood through me. I had just watched my teacher die. I had masturbated while she was murdered. The stranger dressed quickly, not sparing her another glance before he left the room.
Tears streamed down my face. I was a monster, a coward, a failure. I couldn’t save Faith. I couldn’t save Riley. I couldn’t even save my teacher. I clamped my hand over my mouth to stifle my sobs, my body shaking with the force of my grief and self-loathing.
“Connor,” a weak voice croaked. “You can come out now.”
I nearly jumped before looking up at the mirror and seeing Miss Diane sitting up. I quickly crawled out from under the bed and turned to her, wiping my hand on the back of my pants so what I did wasn’t obvious.
“You… you’re okay,” I stammered, wiping the tears from my face.
She gave me a gentle smile as she sat naked on the bed. This gave me a full view of her body. Dark bruises encircled her neck like a twisted necklace. More bruises dotted her breasts, her thighs, her hips. Handprints and finger marks covered her body. Some of it was made by this guy, but some of it might have been a day or two old. Her pussy was pulsating, causing white stuff to leak onto the bed. I looked away in shame.
“What are you doing here, Miss Diane?” I demanded, unable to meet her eye.
She glanced at me and then let out a sigh, pulling her glasses from the nightstand and putting them on. “This is a high-end brothel, Connor. It serves the country’s elites and dignitaries, including the king, who sometimes comes incognito. I was sent here to train my powers.”
“Train your powers? By being a wh… a prostitute.” I had very nearly called her what the other man had called her.
“My ability to manipulate emotions makes me ideal for this kind of job.” As she spoke, she dropped her head, and a bit of bitterness filled her voice. “I can make any man fall for me. Any other woman would kill for my abilities.”
“B-but that doesn’t mean you have to… to be here! The king can’t be that poor!”
“It’s not about money.” She shook her head. “This brothel is visited by all of the country’s finest. The king ordered me here a few days ago so I could learn the secrets of his political rivals. There are things a man will say to a whore during sex he wouldn’t admit to his own family. That’s why I have to do this.”
“You’re not a whore!” I cried out before I could stop myself, wincing and then speaking more quietly. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I do, Connor,” she said, her voice firm. “The king told me that if I didn’t do this, he’d have to use you guys instead.”
“They’re already hurting the students!” I shot back. “Faith, Riley, Nina…”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” she interrupted, her eyes flashing. “What they’re doing right now is generous compared to what they could be doing. What will they do if I fail? This world is more dangerous than you can imagine. This is the least I can do to protect you all.”
“If the king is threatening you with hurting the rest of us…” I shook my head. “Everyone has a right to know!”
“He’s not threatening me, Conner.” She looked up at me with a resigned look. “It’s just common sense. Most of the students inside the castle have battle-related skills. We were summoned to help the king secure his reign. If I get the right information, he can stop conflicts before they happen. He can keep the students from having to risk their lives.”
“Y-you don’t know that!”
“I do though… There is one dignitary who visits me from a rival nation. He’s been trying to expand into our territory. I’ve learned secrets from him, secrets that the king can leverage over him. Without them, there would be a war, and then you all… the children I was tasked to protect, will be sent to the front lines. If any of you died… it’d be my fault. I may just be your teacher, but a little bit of my pride isn’t worth your deaths.”
“E-even if you say that…” I spoke, frustration deep inside me I couldn’t reconcile. “Why do they have to treat you poorly? Why is it so violent?”
She blinked and then let out a bitter, hollow laugh. “Isn’t that your fault, Conner?”
I blinked, confused. “My fault?”
“When you pushed me down and took me,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, “I had the first orgasm I had ever experienced in my life.”
My mouth fell open. “You’re a virgin?”
“I’m not a virgin!” She shot me a glare and then looked thoughtful. “But… I never really… climaxed. I thought it was the guy at first, but after the third one, I began to think it was me. I assumed I was asexual, so I stopped trying, which is why I never married. Yet, that night… the way you forced me… I came for the first time.”
“I-I…” I really didn’t know what to say.
“I’m a masochist, Conner.” She explained. “You helped me realize this.”
“A what?” I blinked.
“I’m aroused by being hurt and humiliated,” she explained, her cheeks flushing slightly. “After you, I was very confused and scared. I was afraid of taking things too far with a student. I wasn’t even thinking I might be falling in love, haha. That was when the king sent me here. With my ability to control emotions, I was finally able to confirm some things about myself. These elites are already people prone to looking down on others and treating them poorly, especially the likes of a whore. With my emotional ability, I’m able to take things further and further, exploring my masochistic nature and taking it to the peak. The man earlier who just choked me… that was the strongest orgasm I ever had. Look, my pussy is still quivering from it.”
She didn’t hide her pussy, which was twitching, each time causing a bit of white stuff to leak out onto the bed. She looked down at herself and then licked her lips.
“Miss Diane… I spoke helplessly.
She looked up at me. “They call people who like to cause pain sadists. He’s not the only sadist. You must be one as well.”
“No,” I denied, shaking my head. “I’m not like that.”
“It’s okay,” she said, reaching out to cup my face. For the first time, I realized how close we were. “Since you’re the one to cause my sexual awakening, I want to share it with you. Fuck me, Conner. Fuck me hard.”