“The clitoris has no purpose other than to allow a woman to feel pleasure,” Zion said in his deep voice. “A woman’s breasts are worshipped as a sign of fertility the world over. Her hips entice men to breed children with her. In fact, every part of a woman’s body is designed to entice men. For what? As I have stated before, the answer is sex,” he paused, sweeping his gaze across his captive audience; unfortunately, that also included me.
“Men, too, have roles that nature designed for them. By way of power above any of our comprehensions, man is made to be excited at the sight of women. This all means that women have a duty to be sexual and sensual creatures. By embracing a sexually liberated nature, a woman frees herself from the other restraints of society. Sluthood is freedom.” He balled his hand into a fist and thumped it on the podium. “Let me repeat. Sluthood is freedom. By the end of your time here, you will know this freedom and embrace it with your mind, body, and soul. Welcome to my school.”
Zion ended his speech, but with a powerful impact that made the other women in the audience screech and applaud. I was torn between giving in to peer pressure and refusing, which would make me stand out. Every part of me was torn, not just my mind. This weird man had moved me with his words and the conviction in which he spoke them. But what he said was wrong!
But was it wrong? Here on this island, everyone seemed to think it was right. I was so confused. My hands lifted of their own accord and patted together a few times in a flimsy façade of clapping.
Zion turned to leave the stage. Like he was a famous musician, the attendees closest to him rushed forward and blocked his exit. He remained aloof, as though his face was a mask, not even allowing a smile or a furrowed brow to wrinkle the smoothness of its surface.
Some of the other women in the audience appeared to remain in their chairs only because they’d swooned. They might think I was like them as if I could ever be counted amongst their number.
Never.
I would never allow myself to get caught up in what was happening here, no matter how handsome Zion was, and no matter how his speech made my heart pound. He had illustrated very clearly just now why the society here was the way it was.
It was an equality issue, and that issue stemmed from sex. Women were seen as inferior, meant only for the pleasure of others. That didn’t fit with what Alora told me, but she wouldn’t say it that way. As educated as she was, she was too deep in her own “sluthood” to see what that really meant.
But I saw it. And I would never, ever let it change me.
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“Oh, Zion, I’m going to be the greatest student this school has ever seen! No, wait! The best slut the world has ever seen! Just you wait and see!”
I snapped my head up, my attention drawn again to the front of the stage by one of the girls blocking his exit. She positioned herself directly in front of him, her hands on her hips. She threw a dark look around at the other girls, daring them to defy her claim. The others returned her rotten eyes with their own, unperturbed.
I shrank back in my seat, my heart pounding. I hoped a fight wouldn’t break out.
Zion stared calmly at the woman in front of him, still entirely unaffected by anything going on around him. When she felt his gaze, she turned and looked up at him with utter adoration. She was caught in his sensual web . . . The same web I might get stuck in if I wasn’t careful. The man was so intricately beautiful, it was hard to think when looking at him.
“What’s your name?” Zion asked the unabashed girl. His words were rich even when he wasn’t projecting them into a powerful speech, a caress for the senses.
“Stephania,” the woman answered, breathless. Her hands dropped from her hips. She sidled even closer to him like a puppy begging for attention, so docile compared to before.
“Well, Stephania, that is a very bold statement. You’ll need to back that claim up. How will you do that?” The intonation of Zion’s voice didn’t change but it was a clear challenge.
I leaned forward, expecting what would happen at any other school when a professor called out a student. Stephania would recite a long list of why she could be the best slut, detailing incidents no one ever needed to know. Zion would nod his head and interject obligingly where appropriate before sending her back to her seat. No ground gained; no ground lost.
Instead of saying anything, Stephania dropped to her knees. She leaned to Zion and unzipped his pants, as naturally as she might do to a boyfriend in the privacy of her bedroom. She wore a dress so short that when she leaned forward, everything was on display. No panties, because of course, she wouldn’t be wearing them.
I gasped aloud and put my hand over my mouth, unable to believe what I was seeing. Stephania reached into Zion’s pants and brought out his member, and I had to gasp again because it was so much bigger than I thought any man’s could be.
For the first time, I wasn’t the only one shocked. The other girls in the audience were also gasping and exclaiming—except for an entirely different reason.
“Damn! That monster would tear my pussy apart!”
“Has that thing ever fit inside a pussy?”
“I could handle every inch!” someone claimed loudly.
Someone else murmured, “Lucky girl. I wish I thought of doing that.”
I put one hand to the side of my head. I wanted to smack myself, pinch myself, anything to wake up from this absurd dream. Was this a prank? If I looked closely, would I be able to find hidden cameras recording my reactions?
Stephania ignored the chatter going on around her. Entirely absorbed in her actions, she proceeded to take Zion’s member deep into her mouth. She clearly had tons of experience in such matters. She had no difficulty in working with him, despite how massive he was.
There was almost something erotic about the suddenness of it. My cheeks burned with shame to even think like that, but it was true. Stephania must really have been feeling something intense to give in to her basest desires like this in front of everyone.
“Impressive,” Zion commented, ever unbothered even though one of his students was attacking him with her mouth. “But can you deepthroat me? That is the highest accomplishment of any cocksucker.”
Stephania didn’t pause for a second. She took up the challenge in an instant, tilting her head back and using her hands to guide his length deeper and deeper. She had no gag reflex, clearly.
But even she, a clear expert, couldn’t take all that Zion had on offer. Several inches of his girth remained outside as she bobbed her head on him. Her hands stayed busy, performing tricks that would make a porn star want to ask for lessons.
It was so disgustingly impressive how much that other woman could take into her mouth and throat, and still have the mental power to pay attention to the rest of him.
Zion remained stoic above her; his face placid but his eyes burning with judgment.
Stephania upped her game, moving faster and faster.
Zion put his hand on her head and forced her off him. His gaze turned bored. I had to gasp again because he was unaffected by the blowjob he just received. He wasn’t hard. Not at all. I was astonished to my core. Even I had been affected just by watching. How could he not be, having felt it?
“That was good,” he declared. “But there is a lot of room for improvement. It seems you have yet to grasp the true meaning of the speech I gave. However, you have initiative. If you study hard, you will make a great slut indeed.”
Stephania’s emotions ran across her face for all to see, from joy to disappointment and back to joy again during her critique.
Zion retrieved a handkerchief from his back pocket and used it to wipe himself off. He folded the dainty square and put it back in his pocket, then zipped himself back into his hands. He turned back to the auditorium at large, the girl at his feet seemingly forgotten. “I regret to inform you all that I will not be staying for the rest of the day’s activities. I assure you that you are in great hands with the prof
essors and staff.”
Then, he walked away without a single look back. The cluster of girls who had previously blocked his passage parted like a biblical sea to let him through.
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