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Scholarship
The Scholarship - 19-year-old beauty discovers the price of her Scholarship
Katie had grown up in a typical middle class family and for most of her nineteen years there was nothing remarkable about her life. Just your average teenage American girl. It all changed that summer when she was sixteen her dad, her hero, had left for work as usual and every thing was fine in her world. But then the phone range. Her dad had been killed in a traffic accident. Over the next year her mother Jean went down hill pretty fast. Unable to cope with the lose of her husband she had turned to the bottle and money got rather tight. Katie through herself in to her school work. Boyfriends where not an option for her. She just couldn't handle losing someone else she cared for again. She dressed conservatively to play down her perfectly balanced figure. The gentle swell of her breasts, the seductive curve of her waist, and the sheer perfection of her long tapering legs. Her long lustrous red hair was always wore drawn back and tied with a ribbon. Katie's only imperfection was that she had to wear glasses. Yet even the simple wire frames accentuated the classic beauty of her face.
Her dad had always encouraged her to go to college. Katie had worked throughout high school and the year after her graduation. But money was tight and those her grads where good they where not quite good enough for a scholarship. Katie had exhausted all the normal avenues for scholarships when one evening while surfing the net she came across a site. NEED A SCHOLARSHIP AND CANT FIND ONE. Katie filled out the form that asked all the usual questions and submitted it.
Several weeks had passed when she received an e-mail marked urgent. It read " Dear Miss Venard you have qualified for an interview in relation to the Scholarship that you have applied for." Katie could hardly believe it as she read on. This was heaven sent just when she was about to give up on her dreams. It would require that she go to New England for the interview and that would cost, how much she would learn later, but she couldn't pass up this chance.
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Katie had taken a lot of time to select what to wear for the interview. Blue blazers, white dress shirt, gray skirt, and low black pumps. She paid the cab driver his fair and gave him a small tip. She could not believe the mansion that she stood in front of. It was massive and very Gothic.
The butler ushered her in to the library and it was strait out of Gothic novel. Dark oaken bookcases, tall slender windows, and dominated by a huge oaken desk. Katie's attention was drawn to that desk and the strait back chair in front of it. A distinguished white hair gentleman sat behind that desk and in a very brisk manner introduced himself as Mr. Mephisto. He directed Katie to take a seat. Katie sat down and crossed her ankles. The chair was uncomfortable and forced her to sit bolt upright. She could feel the material of her blazer and shirt drawn tight across her breasts and blushed. The interview was fairly standard questions about her finical situation, why she wanted to go to art school and so on. Until Mephisto got up and walked around the desk. He walked behind her chair lightly brushing her hair and neck as he passed and placed a hand on her shoulder. Katie followed him with her eyes and felt an unexpected strength in his hand. Her heart quickens with a touch of fear.
"Katie, may I call you Katie"? He asked and continued without waiting for her answer. To really under stand art you must understand the entire process. Not only from the artists' point of view but also from the models' point of view. I would like to conduct a little excise to see if you really understand true art. I will be using a 35mm camera and have you work as the model. Though it is not normally part of the interview I have been very impressed by you so far Katie.
Katie could feel her fear this whole situation made her uncomfortable but she needed that scholarship. Summoning up all her courage. " Mr. Mephisto if it will help you in making a decision, yes." She hoped he did not hear the reluctance in her voice.
"Very well we shall get started" and he went to the desk and took out a professional 35 mm camera. "Katie please remove your blazer, shoes and stockings." She hesitated shocked and unsure what to do. " Is there a problem, or are you just wasting my time." His words stung her and she saw her chances for the scholarship slipping away from her. With trembling hands she removed her blazer and shoes. She turned her back to him removed her pantyhose. Turning back to him Katie nervously smoothed her skirt. "Now I want you to dance around the room stretch your arms above your head. I would like plenty of action". He pressed a button and soft dance music began to play.
This was the hardest thing Katie ever had to do in her nineteen years. Her heart was racing she felt trapped but she started to sway to the all most hypnotic music and flowing with it. She was poetry in motion as her skirt flared out revealing those prefect legs all the way to her upper thighs. Katie was dimly aware of the rhythmic click... click... Click of the camera's shutter and Mephisto circling her like a cat.
His voice came to her in quite but strong commanding whispers encouraging and complimenting her. She wasn't sure when or how it all changed but the encouraging commands changed.
"Katie remove the ribbon from your hair." She did as if her hands had a mind of their own and that lustrous red mane cascaded around her head and shoulders. And on it went.
"Unbutton your blouse."
"Now take it off." ... "Yes, yes that's very good"
"Take off your skirt" ... "Oh such beauty and perfection"
"Now your bar"... "Wonderful"
"Yes, yes you are so beautiful"... " Now the panties"
Still entranced Katie slid her silken panties down her long tapering legs. She could feel arms now encircling her, the warmth of another body pressed close to hers', and then hands caressing and fondling her. They moved up across the flat plain of her belly, to her firm proud breasts lingering there to brush and tease her nipples to an excited hardness. Then they where moving again back down across her belly. Fingers tickling her inner thighs, brushing her virgin bush and gently tracing the outline of those lips that guarded her virgins' treasure. She felt a fire building deep in her belly that started to engulf her whole being. Lips now softly kissed and nibbled her sensitive nipples fanning the fire in her belly. Now she felt herself floating no longer in contact with the floor. She felt the cold kiss of the oaken desk upon her back. As if in another world she sensed her arms being drawn above her head and encircled in a firm silken softness. Katie felt excitement and fear as her legs where gently drawn apart. A cool breeze drifted over her velvet thighs fanning the fires deep within her belly. Then the gentle pressure parting the outer lips of her pussy, proceeding deeper.
A warning alarm went off in Katie's mind that snapped her back to reality. As her mind cleared she saw she was on Mephistos' desk and he was between her legs. "Stop what do you think your doing" she screamed and went to push him off. Katie to her horror fond that her hands where tied and stretched above her head. Tears welling in her eyes Katie saw the old man leering down at her and instantly knew no begging or pleading would stop him. Mr. Mephisto thrust his hips forward taking Katie's virginity in one swift stroke. She was so tight, so very tight . He began to pick up speed stroking his cock deeply into this young innocent virgin. He lowered his mouth to her breasts sucking and biting her nipples.
Katie bucked and thrashed trying to escape her rape but this only seems to excite Mephisto to greater efforts. Finally she gave up the struggle and just lay there with bitter tears running down her velvet cheeks. Suddenly she felt his body stiffen and his cum explode deep in her violated womb as he collapsed on top of her.
Slowly Mephisto withdrew his softening cock from her. He gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek and put on a robe from one of the desk drawers. Katie just lay there sobbing not saying a word.
"Miss Venard" Mephisto addressed her all business again. I am pleased to inform you that I am awarding you a full scholarship to the art school of your choice. Additionally there will be monthly payments, for living expenses in the amount of $5000.00 for the next four years from this date. There will be some paper work to sign before the actual award.
As he freed her bound hands Katie, tears still running down her cheeks, knew she would sign. She had more taken from her than anyone could imagine not to take this scholarship.
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