Never Trust in Thy Fellows

Never Trust in Thy Fellows

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Ara Williams is your average student attending Ackerson College of the Arts, majoring in psychology and about to receive her undergrad. She developed a strong friendship early on with her teacher, Xander Colts, but it seems he wants her as more...There is no escaping the hands of an obsessed man, not when you're about to have his child.


Ara Williams is your average student attending Ackerson College of the Arts, majoring in psychology and about to receive her undergrad. She developed a strong friendship early on with her teacher, Xander Colts, but it seems he wants her as more...There is no escaping the hands of an obsessed man, not when you're about to have his child.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Never Trust in Thy Fellows

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Ara Williams is your average student attending Ackerson College of the Arts, majoring in psychology and about to receive her undergrad. She developed a strong friendship early on with her teacher, Xander Colts, but it seems he wants her as more...There is no escaping the hands of an obsessed man, not when you're about to have his child.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: June 25, 2012

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: June 25, 2012



The emptiness of the classroom had betrayed me.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Xander cooed, his large hand over my mouth, stifling any screams for help. I tried to knee him in the groin, but he countered it by pressing his body still harder against my own, and as he was larger than me in every way I couldn’t budge.

I thrashed against him frantically, still making as much noise as I could. However, cries for help were too easily stifled by my teacher’s palm. Xander quickly tired of my rebelliousness and he gripped my wrists with his free hand, crushing them together. Tears were streaming down my cheeks; I had never been so scared in my entire life.

Xander addressed my tears in a cold yet somehow husky voice. “Calm down, Ara. I won’t tolerate you causing a scene. I know you don’t want this right now, but I promise you, you’ll come to see me the way I see you in time. If you cooperate, however, I can make you feel very good.

Eyes wide, I shook my head in panic. I didn’t want this! I had never flirted with him; I had never shown anything other than friendly interest. What on earth could I have done to make him think that I wanted this?

I didn’t want to be raped, especially not by someone I had always considered to be not just a mentor, but a friend, as well!

Xander was my music composition professor. We had been close since day one—immediate sparks had flown when we met, but I had only considered them to be friendly. We had lots in common and we were fast friends when I began to attend Ackerson College of the Arts. At 21 years old, I was about to achieve my undergrad in psychology. I had needed to take a Fine Arts elective, and my friend had recommended a music fundamentals class. It had turned out that we were very similar in many ways.

He was a younger professor at 29 and one might not expect him to have had much experience in teaching, but I and many others enjoyed his class—even though many of those ‘others’ were young women who found him attractive. I personally had never really been attracted to him like that. Sure, he was cute, with wavy black hair parted to the side, blue eyes, skin as white as paper, and a lean build standing at 6’3. But he was a teacher, making him completely off-limits. I wasn’t stupid—getting involved with a teacher only spelled trouble, and as I had invested a lot into my degree I wasn’t about to screw that up. My attraction to him halted at friendship.

Therefore, I couldn’t understand how he had gotten the impression I wanted him as more.

Sometimes I would stay after class and get extra help, and other times I would stay after and we’d end up just talking about anything and everything. It had never occurred to me as anything special and there had been no suspicion in my mind that he would feel anything other than platonic towards me until my friend spoke to me about it. I had never seen it as romantic in the first place until she told me of the rumors spreading around the small female population at Ackerson, hinting at me having a crush on Xander. After that I started staying after less and less, except when I was struggling on an assignment beyond what I could handle. Even then, I had sought out a boy in my class—Nathan Thatcher—and we had begun to work on assignments outside of class. I was developing a crush on the handsome boy and I had reason to believe he felt the same way; he had asked me out for a ‘non-school-related dinner’ before he had left class…twenty minutes ago.

Xander had obviously noticed my absence in class after wards. He had asked me to stay after for a minute after class, as it was my last class of the day. I complied, thinking it was totally innocent. I had personally thought he was somewhat relieved that I didn’t take up all his time after class because he was a part of a popular local band. In hindsight, I hadn’t really given much thought to what he wanted to speak to me about.

I could still hear the conversation clearly in my head, for his entire attitude was suddenly explained.

So, how are you, Ara?’ he asked. His deep voice sounded concerned.

I’m fine,’ I replied happily. ‘I think I’m getting better grades now, right? My last paper was an A.’ Smiling at him genuinely, I was half-waiting for some kind of praise.

It never came. ‘You are,’ he said slowly. ‘I would assume that’s the reason you’re not staying after anymore?’

Giving a somewhat deflated grin, I shrugged, a little disappointed but not willing to get down about it. Xander had always been quick to congratulate me when I succeeded, so I was surprised when he didn’t seem to care about that. I didn’t like to think I was dependent on his validation, but it was always nice to hear him give his approval. I almost looked at him as an older brother, I had realized in that moment.

His next question astonished me. ‘Are you following all the school policies?’

I flinched, giving him a suddenly outraged look at his implication. He thought I was cheating? Fury filled me, but I knew I couldn’t say anything particularly disrespectful. It was then that I was reminded for the first time in a while that he was my teacher first, friend second, and I suddenly felt the need to erase the latter relationship. I had never been more offended, especially by someone I had trusted.

I had thought he believed in me.

‘No,’ I said at last, trying to calm my breathing. ‘I’m not cheating, Mr. Colts.”

He looked at me curiously when I addressed him by his formal name. He had asked me to call him Xander after we grew close. I didn’t address him by his first name in class, but outside class I was free to call him as I pleased. That was the first time in a long time that I had spoken to him by his professional name.

‘Then how have your grades improved so dramatically? Last time we spoke, you were struggling with the concept I had given.’

I was seething with fury. He really thought I was cheating? I couldn’t believe him. He thought that I would break school policy so easily? The fact that he had zero faith in me hurt; I had no intention of staying beyond explaining the truth to him. Unfortunately I had to stay at all, because he only had to believe I was cheating before he could refer me—or worse, drop me from the class. Of course, I could appeal it, but ultimately it was his prerogative and I didn’t want to deal with the hassle.

Thinking of that caused me to calm and I decompressed somewhat. ‘I’m not cheating. I’m getting help from another student—Nathan? He’s been helping me with the homework. I’m not cheating, and I can have him vouch for me if you need it.’

Xander frowned deeply and there was a look of some deeper emotion in his eyes. I suddenly found myself frightened. ‘There’s no way to prove that. If he’s helping you cheat, then he’s going to vouch that you’re not cheating because it will affect him negatively, too.’

My eyes widened. ‘You can’t be serious!’

‘I’m afraid I am,’ he said quietly. ‘Besides, he’s taking you out to dinner on Friday, correct? Surely you both would have a reason to cover for each other.’

I was so close to exploding it was unbelievable. The injustice was infuriating. ‘Just because we like each other doesn’t mean we’d risk our future careers!’

He seemed to stiffen at that statement, his eyes hardening. ‘That’s all the more reason to think about what to tell the dean. I’m not going to allow that kind of behavior in my classes.’

I was stunned. Tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn’t get suspended, or worse—expelled. Not for something I hadn’t done. I didn’t want to lose the progress I had made. I was so close!

He got up and walked over to the wall and looked out the window. I followed him furiously, finally saying with venom in my voice, ‘It’s obvious you never trusted me to begin with, Mr. Colts. Don’t worry, I’ll be seeing you in the dean’s office.’ I had been about to march away when he was suddenly on me and slammed me against the adjacent wall, away from the window.

I tried to scream, stunned and absolutely terrified but his hand muffled my cries.

And back to the present.

Looking back quickly, I saw that he had obviously seen me as more than I had seen him as. I wasn’t sure if this was an act of jealousy, but I knew that he was obviously displeased that I was seeing Nathan.

Xander moved to continued, moving up to cup my breast…lovingly? I writhed and tried to bite his hand.

“Ara…” he said, a threat in his voice. “I see you’re not going to cooperate.” His voice was bitter. “I’m only going to give you one warning—if you dare to think about your little ‘boyfriend,’ you will regret it and so will he.”

I gave out a strangled sob, unable to believe this was happening. He knew I wasn’t a virgin, after a slip up on my part earlier in the year when we discussed my first and only previous boyfriend. I would forever hate him if he did this, and even more so if he was taking advantage of that fact.

“You and I both know that there will be times when I can’t stop you from making noise. Therefore, I’m going to offer you a choice—you can either be a good little girl and stay quiet, or you can make noise and I’ll make sure you wish you’d never shown interest in anyone but me.” With his free hand, he pulled a pocketknife out of his pocket and brandished it lazily in front of me. My eyes widened in horror.

He was a psychopath, and his affection for me obviously ran much more deeply—and terribly—than I could have ever imagined.

I made frightened eye contact with him as he set the knife down on a nearby desk that was still within reaching distance. Suddenly his eyes softened and he drew me into a gentle kiss, something I hadn’t expected from him after his previous viciousness.

He pressed his tongue against my lower lip, a nonverbal cue to allow him entrance, but I stubbornly refused, clamping my lips together tightly and clenching my jaw in obstinacy.

Much to my surprise, he slipped his hand up under my shirt and cupped my breast through the bra, rubbing his thumb over my clothed nipple. I gasped and he thrust his tongue into my mouth without hesitation.

He ravaged my mouth, exploring every crevice as I trembled fearfully. After a little while, he pulled away, breathing heavily, his eyes glazed over with lust.

“You taste so delicious,” he panted lustily. “I can’t believe I’ve waited so long for this…”

“Please, Xander,” I begged him through my tears, barely breathing. “Don’t do this.”

He put a finger to my lips, eyes growing colder. “Don’t forget what I’ve told you, Ara.”

I looked up at him with desperate, pleading eyes.

“Shh,” was all he said, before moving to unbutton my shirt.

I began to sob quietly, knowing that I couldn’t fight him. Soon my button-up shirt was on the ground and I was left in my jeans and bra. Soon the bra was no more, because he used the pocketknife to cut it from the front. I gasped a sob, the reality hitting me harder and harder.

“Stop crying,” he told me gruffly, and I could tell he was aroused by the sight of my naked breasts. His lips were suddenly on mine again and he slipped his tongue back inside my mouth before beginning to fondle my breasts again, tweaking the nipples gently and simultaneously provoking a definite feeling of disgust in me.

I was absolutely still as he played with me, tensing like a board when a sudden rush of blood through my body erupted and I feel a pooling feeling of pleasure. What…?

He stopped kissing me, leaving me gasping for breath, to suddenly take my right nipple into his mouth. Xander suckled me roughly, almost painfully, but somehow through the pain I found myself getting wetter and wetter. The tears flowed faster as I realized that he was forcing me to enjoy this and I was complying.

Xander kept going until he heard me inhale deeply. He obviously thought it to be of pleasure, but I was in reality attempting to steady myself.

“Good girl,” he said with a smirk, moving to undo my jean zipper.

“No, please!” I begged frantically. “Please…”

He gave me a reprimanding look that sent shivers of hatred through my body before pulling down my jeans and making me step out of them. The tears were coming freely and all traces of arousal were quickly fleeing.

Xander observed me with lustful eyes before undoing his own zipper and pulling down his pants. The boxers followed and I whimpered when I saw his size. He was huge, and I hadn’t had sex in several years.

My crying intensified, but I said nothing. There was nothing I could do.

He had nothing to say, either, instead moving to kiss me again. Xander pressed his arousal against my lower abdomen and picked me up by my inner thighs, parting my legs.

My eyes watered as his tip pressed against my opening, and then he began to push into me. He pulled away from me, focusing on his own task.

I bit my lip and my eyes watered. I began to breathe heavily, not from arousal but from the pain. I felt like I was being ripped in two. I gritted my teeth, hating myself when I gripped his back for support. I made sure to dig my nails as deeply into him as possible; I wanted to cause him the pain he was causing me.

When he was maybe halfway in, he groaned softly into my neck. “You’re nice and tight, just the way I like it.”

I dug my nails deeper into his back.

He kept pushing in and soon I whimpered. It hurt worse than I could have ever imagined—even worse than when I had lost my virginity. At least my first boyfriend hadn’t been exceptionally large. I felt myself tremble as he ‘kindly’ allowed me to adjust.

Until he began to pump in and out of me slowly. I whimpered again, louder this time.

“Shh,” he cooed lustily, beginning to stroke my hair soothingly. I wanted so badly to kill him right then.

I clenched my teeth as he began to pick up the pace, thrusting harder and faster until I felt as though I was being impaled against the wall. I gave out a quiet wail.

“Please! It hurts!” I finally cried out, still softly.

Xander looked at me and I was surprised to see softness behind the blatant lust in his eyes. He held me tightly and carried me over to the couch he had in his room and laid me down on it. I whimpered, as he had never withdrawn from me, but at least I then had cushioning to brace against.

However, he took this as freedom to pump as roughly as he cared to. He thrust wildly in and out of me, lifting one of my legs up over his shoulder and taking full advantage of everything I hadn’t offered him. I sobbed, as quietly as I could manage, and let him go on.

Finally I felt him tense inside of me and began to struggle when I first felt him begin to come inside of me.

“No! Pull out!” I begged, but he had me pinned underneath him so that I couldn’t move and only pulled out when he had fully satisfied himself.

He lay panting on top of me for what felt like forever. I waiting quite impatiently, knowing that the first stop would be to a pharmacy for a preventative pill. I wasn’t on birth control and no other measure had been taken to stop a pregnancy.

When he didn’t move and instead began to kiss down my neck, I whispered. “Please…I have to make sure I don’t get…”

“Don’t get what?”

I hesitated. “Pregnant?” The word came out as more of a question, as I couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of that happening.

He laughed, and I wondered angrily if I had said something wrong.

His next words brought absolute terror to me.

“What do you think the point was for taking you by force? You know I would never hurt you, Ara.”

I couldn’t think of what to say next. Shock filled my system and the next thing I knew, I had passed out.

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