jerry20019:
SMARTESTPOPQUEEN
Wow! How do I start? Well , my comments on this forum is not up to ten which means I don't really comment unless I it is important. I will be an ingrate if I don't appreciate all that you have posted for us all to enjoy.
I really like your story, I have never seen anything like it. You nearly turned me to a W A N K LORD( I had to space the word so that it can show, cos it's like nairaland automatically sensored the word). I am a big fan of Sci fi and if you have any story apart from this kindly send me the link. Thank you

in Oladim001's tone... THATS MUSIC to the ears...... Welcome.....

elikzeey:
your work is great, keep it up
can't wait for your next updateeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Thankz a lot... I really app it...

RealLordZeus:
seriously hon... You are the hero

blushing

[size=30pt]KWANTINUE[/size]

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[b][color=006600]Prof Jane steps back then, and a look of horror crosses her face, but I stop it, before she can say anything.

“No one knows what happened in here,” I assure her. “Our secret is safe.”

She looks at me dubiously, “How. . .?” then shakes her head, and gets dressed in rapid order.

Once Jane is fully presentable, I lean into her ear, and whisper, “I expect you to keep teaching. You won’t regret it.”
She looks me deep in the eyes, before blinking, and seeming to come back to herself. “I expect you won’t miss any of my Math Club practices, Mister Smith?”
I smile as the professor façade returns. She’s going to be alright. I wish her the best of luck, and leave her office. I get a few glances from some of the students, but am quickly forgotten when there is a commotion outside the classroom.
Running out, I have to grab someone to find out what’s going on.

“Something’s happening outside,” is all the response I get, before I’m swept along in a tide of students heading for the exterior doors.
The sun hits my eyes, and combining that with the white snow all over the ground, I’m momentarily blinded, as a communal gasp sounds around me. Blinking to clear my eyes, I start looking around to see what the fuss is about.

And almost shit myself.

Floating a few feet off the ground are a couple of older teenagers, maybe eighteen or nineteen, one boy, and from the familial resemblance, I’m guessing his sister. In one of his hands is a floating fireball. She is scanning the crowd, and her eyes look odd, as if. . . yes, her eyes are the color and reflectiveness of chrome. Around each of their necks is a necklace that appears to be made of some type of clear gemstones, each one about the size of my thumb. They both have on white shirts and white pants, with matching shoes. Her hair is red, and tied back into a ponytail, his dark brown and cropped close to his head.
The girl’s eyes land on me, and I shiver. It’s almost as if I can physically feel her gaze. Her hand lifts and she points at me, and then both siblings are looking at me, and there is no mistaking the sensation that spreads across my skin.

They land softly on the ground, and start walking towards me. The smile that graces their lips would look peaceful, if not for the flickering glow of the man’s fireball reflecting off of them.

There is no possible way that even I could predict what they do next.

“Prepare for trouble,” says the girl.

“Make it double,” the boy follows up.
I groan, as the rest becomes predictable.

“To protect the world from devastation,”

“To unite all people within our nation,”

“To denounce the evil of truth and love,”

“To extend our reach to the stars above,”
“Emmanuella,”

“Emmanuel,”

“Team rocket blasts off at the speed of light,”

“Surrender now or prepare to fight,”

I stumble mentally when I don’t hear the final line delivered.
That can’t really be their names, can it?
“Pokemon?” I ask, trying to keep the derision out of my voice. “Really?” I can tell they’re dangerous, and likely another one of the alien’s experiments.

“We’ve been given god-given powers to cleanse the world of evil-doers like you,” Emmanuel snarls at me. I try hard not to laugh at the way he worded that statement.

Emmanuela fingers the necklace around her neck, before saying, “Each of these is a fallen soul. Each one is someone who’ve gained their powers from the devil.”

Great, I think, religious fanatics.

“Submit to us now, and we will make your death painless,” Emmanuel spouts, and I realize these lines are rehearsed. If what she said is true, and each clear gem is another person with the gene that the alien’s were activating, then they’ve already taken out quite a few people.

Only now, do I realize that there is a large gathering surrounding us, and that I’m no longer on the edge of the group.
People are looking from the Rocket twins to me, and back again.
Most of them likely think this is some performance being put on by the drama department. They don’t know the danger they’re in. Before I can think to warn the crowd to get away, Emmanuela speaks up.
“Answer our demand now, or we will assume your response.”

I start to form a switch, in an attempt to turn off their abilities, but the girl with the strange chrome eyes shouts,
“Watch out brother, he’s attacking!”
Without any further warning, Emmanuel throws the fireball he’s been holding at me, and I have to dodge to the side, landing hard on the snow packed ground. I also lose the switch I’d been preparing.

The crowd “oohs,” as a tower of flame goes up where I’d just been standing. Don’t they understand the danger? I can see that those closest to the pillar are backing away uncertainly, shielding their faces from the heat.

“It’s not too late to come to the light,” Emmanuel informs me, and I can see him preparing another fireball.


T.b.c. I appreciate everybody.. Yhur comments and Pm's are what keeps on Fueling this Updates... [/b][/color]

dada4138:
queen u're taking too long to update naw...very hungry for more

please, kindly be a bit more patient with me... Been busy with some stuffs. Will update A.s.a.p.

Silensa:
D Prince and Donkross1 even though you guys have conspired against Gentle, bear it in mind that if he dies we will riot.

join tha Vengeance subway bus dude

donkross1:



Oyin call Tarasha to come n protect us ooh

believe me, Tarasha wount stand a chance, cos we are coming on a vengeful mission... I hope yhu've watched tha last episode of Spartacus season1, 'KILL THEM ALL'?....... Yhu ve got only one option outta this, Return Gentle to Us Unharmed... Comply, now, when we are still being NICE....

all this while i spent, hoping for a Miracle to happen, this two Pen Master's still didn't find it difficult to take Gentle from Me... Oh My! Heads will roll..... Vexing mood..... Am collaborating with Slimmy on this Vengeance Mission... We gonna start with yhu Two... OYINPRINCE and Donkross.... Operation Kill them all... Oyin and Don.... Watch your back....

Presh900:
Nyz job 'ere ....keep it up.

thanks... Long time....

Airyprince:
smartestpopqueen i must you got quite a story here got me glued to thread ghostmode deactivated nice work

welcome on board..... Nice to have yhu here

Rex1:
I CONCUR!!! YOUR STORY FINE - i concur U TRY 2 MUCH - i concur I CONCUR!!! YOUR STORY FINE - i concur U TRY 2 MUCH - i concur I CONCUR!!! YOUR STORY FINE - i concur U TRY 2 MUCH - i concur

yes dear. Thanks

elmogaji:


u get a switch.....

yes dude... Buh it only works when yhu are hugging a transformer.,...

[size=30pt]KWANTINUE....[/size]


[b]A couple seconds later, I’m admiring the barely clad body of Professor Jane Janet.

Stepping up to her trembling form, I look down into her brown eyes. Her head tilts up to mine, and I know she wants a kiss, but not yet. Reaching around behind her, I easily unsnap her b.ra, and pull the straps from her shoulders. A moment later her panties join the rest of the clothes on the floor.

The bell rings, and Janet’s soft brown eyes grow large in terror, as the sound of students filing into her class filters through her closed door.

“Don’t move,” I order her, and she shivers again at my authority. I turn and lock her door, then look my slave in the eyes. “You’re going to sit on your desk, and give your master a show,” I inform her.

“But my class. . .” I can see her wavering, but I’m not willing to pass this up.

“A class you were willing to abandon,” I tell her unkindly. “A class you were willing to leave behind, because you wanted to deny yourself of the pleasure that I can give you.”

“But this is wrong. You’re my student. I shouldn’t take advantage of you.” I can tell she’s starting to worry again, as her arms lift to cover herself. I need to head this off quick, or I’ll lose her forever.

I laugh, making sure I’m not too loud.
“When we’re together, slave, I am your master. There is no student/teacher relationship, and I’ll brook no disobedience. Now put your arms down, and sit on your desk.”

Her eyes dart to the locked door, and she hesitates for just a moment. I can tell when she comes to a conclusion, as she murmurs, “Yes, master.”

My bazooka [ i got that word from a thread on Nl] is hurting in my Cr7 pants; I’m so hard right now. Whipping my large Bazooka out, my smile widens even more at the glossy look in Janet’s eyes.

“It occurs to me, that my slave has been too long denied her own pleasure. A denial she has brought upon herself.” I pause, just for dramatic effect. “It’s time you learn that pleasure is not a negative thing. But rather, something that needs to be fed and nurtured.” The confusion in her eyes is a beautiful thing.
“Pleasure yourself, slave.”

Comprehension dawns in Jane's chocolate browns, and she glances at the door again, but her hands go to work. Her left hand goes to her right bre.ast, pinching and twisting the nip.ple, while her right hand drops to her wet snatch, and immediately starts rubbing her c.lit.

Sitting in one of her chairs offers me a great view of the mature woman trying hard to get off. She’s making small sounds of pleasure, as her eyes remain locked on mine. Occasionally she’ll look to the door, and I know the danger of getting caught is increasing her arousal.

The bell rings again, but Janet doesn’t even seem to notice. My hand starts to lightly stroke my thick bazooka, as I continue watching my beautiful slave.

“Moan,” I tell her, not wanting her to hold anything back. “You need to let it out, and stop trying to control this part of yourself. Enjoy it, and I promise you won’t regret it.”
The students out in her classroom are talking loudly, which is good, as it covers the deep moaning that Janet suddenly lets out.

“Does master like watching his slave play with her nip.ples?” She asks me, still looking me deep in the eyes.
“Does he like the way I make myself wetter as I play with my little pvssy? Does master want to see what happens when I slip a finger inside?”

“No,” I tell her, “I want to see what happens when you slip three fingers in.”
Without any trace of hesitation, she slips the first three fingers of her right hand into her snatch, and comes hard. Her moans can easily be heard outside, and I can hear the class suddenly go silent.

Without a second thought, I create a memory switch for the entire class and flip it. The outside chatter starts back up instantly.

No headache occurs from such a massive switch, and I smile.

“Did master enjoy watching me c.um on my fingers?” my slave inquires.

“I did,” I reply, easily.
“I enjoyed so much that my bazooka almost hurts. Come over here, and suck the c.um from my bazooka, slave.”

Almost inhumanly fast, Janet is off her desk, and her lips are wrapped around me. Between the ero.ticism of watching her get off, while her students are outside, and the whole master/slave thing, it only takes a few talented strokes, before I’m shooting down the back of her throat.

“Swallow it all,” I order her, and she greedily sucks all of my seed from me. She even goes so far as to milk my length to get every last drop.

When she can finally get no more from my wilting bazooka, she stands up, and looks me in the eyes, before unexpectedly throwing her arms around me, and pulling me into a tight hug. “Thank you,” she whispers into my shirt.

“Get dressed, I tell Janet gently, leaving out the authoritative tone, “I think you have a class to teach, and continue teaching.”



T.b.c [/b]

Patotelli:
Biko bia neba, wa si bi, zo mana, av bin a silent reader al d while but i cant hold it anymore..... Pls i can‘t wait 4 d next posttt!!!!!!!...... No let am tey b4 u upload oo.
Nice work 2 u dear...*

ok.... Ok... Am updating ASAP...

Weirdman:
Queen what's up na. No update since July 4th why na. Which kind fast u dae make us fast na?? Its nt fair at all abeg come and update before person die here [color=#990000][/color]

am sorry... I will update soon. Thanks for staying tuned...

Rex1:

only response? No worry since nah only response u need u go receive am but just make sure Say ur bluetooth dey on 2 receive my in coming response o.

oh yes! Response... Or whatelse do yhu av in mind.....?

Rex1:
hahaha abeg no fear cos i still dey surplus 4 naira land

ok.

elmogaji:


tell me ooo

if i should tell yhu.... What will i get in return?.......

YASDON:
Well I don't know what to say cos I don't c u lacking anywhere
U update frequently, Ur use of word are good
U r very interactive with your readers


Inshort u r good
Cos dis story is among d tory dat made me join dis forum
Nd start communicating with others
I don't usually communicate with people
But dis story made me come out

Thanks very much
@SmartestPopQUEEN

hmmmm....... Wow! That sounds great....... Thanks a lot. I really appreciate it...

Rex1:

i second dat notion

oh! This where yhu are.... Been looking for yhu on my thread..,...

oye9ja:
I can see you are here SmartestPopQUEEN, are you updating?

BTW curiosity pushed me to go check out your profile, something I don't do, and I just don't know, nice pix thou, I also followed you.

And I wish we can communicate thou I don't know how that's possible here on nairaland.com.

You are doing a good work dear, keep it up, don't disappoint me by derail or merry-going!

Go girl, you da best, after my bae though!

lips sealed......... Heart pumping in an appreciative mode..... Finally.... Thank yhu for that compliment.....

elmogaji:


SmartestPopqueen,u doing a gr8 job,d way u write d characters makes it real,I have created switches in almost all bae ' in my street, I don't know y dy are not working..... characters looks real,writing is not jampacked, vocabulary is superb,learnt a word or two,what you need to work on for me ,is your updates as our desire for more is increased with each update!!!!

com'on Man, thats funny.... I guess yhur switches are not working in them, because of the epileptic power supply in this country! , yhu need to get a very giant power generating device, that can supply yhu atleast, 1,500mega watts a day! Believe me, once yhu do that, yhur switches will start working..... Or yhu need to go for a medical test, the genes in yhu might not be enough to power up the switching ability..... Because it doesn't work in people with........ .... Never mind... ..

Fidelismaria:

U dint mention my name

just did that, yhu are officially welcomed on board.....

Oladim001:
Uhm, not sure. But if that's the only requirement for this thread to stay here then so be it. I hope no offence was taken. I asked cos i've seen cases of writers who just stop writing because their thread was removed from here. Anyhow sha, carry go.

no offence taken man...... I wount ever dare do that to my readerz! Even if this story was moved to Hell, i will still Update it......

OlufemiWhit:
[color=#000099][/color]Still loving this story

Oladim001:
Wow, this is a really nice story. Smartestpopqueen, i av a question for you, no offence meant but with the rate at which the sex scenes are going, if paradventure this story is eventually moved to sexuality section, will u continue updating the story?

Nice Que........ Er...em... I think i wount have to stop if this Thread is being deported to the Sexuality section. Buh, i dont think they will do that. because with the way i write Fvck instead of Fùck, and pvssy instead of pùssy, i think that should earn this story a Literature stay. Or what do yhu think?

KWANTINUE...

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[b]"Please, Mr Smith, understand that what I did was wrong," she continues. "In my years of teaching I have never crossed that line with a student. I still don't fully understand why I did so with you. I hope you don't harbor any ill will towards me for what I did, or for saying that it can't happen again."

To say I’m disappointed is an understatement. I had truly enjoyed my encounter with the sexy professor, and even with the guilt of knowing that I'd manipulated her into it, I've looked forward to further escapades with her. I see that she’s looking at me, waiting for an answer. I still don’t want to speak though, and influence her unduly. When I give her another nod, she grimaces, but continues.

"I've put in my resignation here, and have already been accepted in another college across state." Her tone is sad now, and I feel sorry for her.

"No," I say, before I can think better of it, and see her shudder slightly at the sound of my voice, but I go on. "You don't have to do that. I promise not to tell anyone, and we don't have to. . to you know. . ." for some reason I have a hard time saying sex in front of this professional woman, despite what we've done together. I figure it has something to do with the formal attitude she’s portraying, and don’t want to be the first one to say it.

"But I do, Mr. Smith," she insists. "Even as you speak, I feel myself being drawn to you. I can't risk losing my career over the desires of my body." Her face grows stern, and she looks at me harder. "Make no mistake; I'm not saying that I'm in love with you or anything of that sort, only that I can separate lust from love."

Only then do I realize that she blames herself for what we’ve done. It’s not her fault, and I truly feel bad for my part in it, but can see that she’s determined to go, no matter what I say. If I were willing to use my switches on her, I can change her mind, I know, but I’m still not willing to cross that line again.

But I don’t have to use my switches. I remember how she’d behaved as I’d dominated her before Winter break.

"I understand," I tell her. "You’ll be missed," I say, and despite my earlier reservations about not feeling up to anything, I want to show her just what she’ll be missing. I quickly sense for Stephanie’s switch, and note that she is only one building over. She had basically freed me from the requirement of being with her, when it comes to other women. A freedom I’m going to exercise now.

"I have already ensured that you will pass my class, this semester. I have no doubt you would have done it on your own. Professor Clark will be taking over Math Club practices from now on. I’ll be here until the end of term, but will ask that you don't say anything to anyone until after I'm gone." She sounds depressed.

Professor Clark is an alright kind of guy, but he is no Jane Janet. She will be sorely missed in Math Club practices as well.

"I won't tell anyone," I tell her again, mentally thinking other than Stephanie, who I'd already told, but I feel sure she won't say anything to anyone about it. “But I don’t want you to go, either.” My voice is soft, but firm, and she looks up at me, wondering. “You can’t go, Janet. I won’t let you leave.”

I’m not sure whether her shudder is from the sound of my voice, or the authority I’m pouring into my tone.

“Wh—What do you mean?” her voice tremors, and I can feel myself getting hard already. “You can’t—“

“You’re mine, Janet,” I cut her off, leaving no doubt about what’s in my mind. “I’m not willing to free my slave.” There is almost a pleading look in her eyes, and for just a moment, I think to back off. Then I look at her more closely, sensing her switches.

Her nip.ples are rock hard, and her crotch is soaked. She’s not pleading for me to back off, but to continue.

I take a step closer to this mentor, this woman who has been the subject of countless wet dreams over the years, and know she is putty in my hands. She sits frozen as I lift my hand to the side of her bre.ast.

“No,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “We can’t.” Her heart isn’t in it.

“Take off your shirt,” I order her, and enjoy the shudder that spreads through her body, and know she’s getting turned on more and more.

She shakes her head, mumbling something about it being wrong.

“I said, take, of, your, shirt, slave.” I pause between each word, to emphasize the command, while simultaneously rubbing her stiff nip.ple through the layers of her clothing..
She breaks, and she’s unable to hide her small smile as she grabs the hem of her shirt, and pulls it up over her head.
“What would you have of me, master?”
A warm smile splits my lips, as I gaze at Janet’s lovely chest. “I would have you pleasured, slave.” As the word ‘SLAVE’ leaves my lips, I can feel her arousal increase dramatically.

“Take off your skirt,” I order her next.

Janet’s in complete submissive mode, and moves with alacrity to do my bidding.[/b]


T.b.c

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[b]The sound of a text message wakes me, and groggily I reach over to check it. Stephanie and Tina had kept me up most of the night, and then when Nancy had come in. . . Okay, I can’t help but smile at the memories from last night, but I’m exhausted. I had quite literally stumbled back through my door, and fallen asleep before my head hit the pillow. I can’t even remember the drive home. I’m thankful that Vage hadn’t come to get me last night, or I'd be even more tired than I am now.

"Get your rest today." the text reads, and it’s from Loveth. I wonder why she doesn’t use the wangers to communicate telepathically.

Sitting up in bed, I only then realize that something’s not right. I’m still fully dressed, including my shoes, but my posters are gone, and someone has rearranged my room. A groan sounds next to me, and in shock I see Rose, Ellagold's friend, laying there.

Did I get with Rose last night? I wonder, but can't see how I had. I’m still fully dressed. . . Then I recognize my surroundings. I'm in Dennis's room! I must have been so tired last night that I turned right when I should’ve turned left. . .

As quietly as I’m able, I try to sneak out, but to no avail.

"Hey, dude," Dennis murmurs just as my hand touches the doorknob, "next time sleep in your own damn bed. You were quite the buzzkill."

Embarrassed I make it back to my own room, and plan on going back to sleep, but after thirty minutes of just lying there, fretting about what I’m going to do with those ßastard ßokoharms in a couple weeks, and tossing and turning, I finally get up, and shower.

I debate on skipping class today, but since I’m already awake, I figure I might as well go in. Besides, it might help to distract me.

“Nick!” a feminine voice hails me, her breath misting in the early morning chill.

"Hey, have you been studying?" The woman smiles at me, but I don't recognize her.

"Studying?" I ask in confusion. "It's only the second day of the semester. We can't have any tests already!"

She laughs at me, but I still have no idea who this is. Her hair is a mousy brown color, reaching down to her shoulders, and matching brown eyes. She stands a little shorter than me, and her skin seems a little too big on her.

"No, for math club, silly!" she informs me, and suddenly I think I know who this was.

"Sarah?" I ask just to be sure.

"Sorry," she tells me, her smile getting bigger, "I forget how different I look after losing so much weight. I know most people put on weight over the holidays, but for some reason I just kept shedding the pounds!"

I can see the old Sarah in her now. She could almost be cute, if she fit in her skin better. Then I remember what I'd done for Mrs. Stilinski, and turn up Sarah's skin elasticity, hoping that will help her.

"Yeah! Sorry," I say, happy for her, "You look great!" Then remembering how Mrs. Stilinski has changed mentally, I think to ask, "How have you been feeling?"

"Good," she says, her smile never leaving her thin face. "I have a lot more energy, and have been surprised by all the attention the guys've been giving me." She laughs again, and I can't help smiling with her.

"Well, good luck," I tell her. "I'd better get to class." I think of Tony and Phillip, and hope that everything I'd done for them has turned out as well as it did for Sarah.

I’m almost to my class, when another female voice stops me in my tracks. This one I know from hours of lectures last semester. Professor Jane is standing in the doorway to her classroom, as I turn to look at her. She’s dressed pretty modestly for her, with a suit jacket on, and a skirt that actually goes all the way down to her ankles.

"I need to have a talk with you, Mr. Smith," she tells me, as she opens the door wider to let me through. As I enter her classroom, wondering why she’s being so formal, I see that it’s empty and guess that she doesn’t have a class this hour. My first thought is that she’s after another tryst, but I really don’t feel up to it quite yet this morning. Especially after last night.

The professor steps back in front of me, and leads me down to her office. I’m trying to come up with a way to gently turn her down, without having to talk too much, knowing that my voice still has an effect on her.

I still haven't come up with a way, when she sits down behind her desk and looks me squarely in the eyes. Her brown orbs bore into me for a bit, and I realize that she probably hasn’t brought me in here for sex, after all.

"First of all, Mr. Smith, I want to thank you for being discreet about what happened between us before Winter break," she tells me, her voice stiff and formal.

I give Prof Jane a quick nod, still wary of speaking, because i don't want to get her Hot at this time.


T.b.c. [/b]