Dr. Nathaniel chained her to the bed when he and his two friends left the house. Manna cried for a while, then simply lay there, trying to figure out what part of her body hurt the most.
Her shoulders were in bad shape from when Dr. Nathaniel had swung her around the iron bar and fucked her. But her back was crisscrossed with whip marks. He had given her an expert and painful lashing. Her asshole burned from the hot sauce tat had been applied to the man's hard fucking prick, and the pain shot all the way up into her bowels. She thought she would shit at any instant from that. And her cunt! That was worst of all.
It was empty.
Manna wanted Dr. Nathaniel to fuck her. She had to feel his hard, monster, virile cock surging in and out of her juicy pussy again. But he had only chained her down to the bed and left her to mull over her new role as his slave.
She didn't know what she could do to please him more. Miserable, the blonde teenager lay in the dark room and sobbed. Then she heard a rustling sound from outside the window. It came again. A metallic ripping noise echoed through the room as the screen was pulled away.
Manna turned and saw Bert coming through the burglarized window.
"Bert!" she cried. "What are you doing here? You can't…" She cut off her protests. She was bare ass naked, chained and had turned into the philosophy professor's sex slave. It wasn't her place to tell any man what to do.
"I saw what went on in the other room. God, Manna, how'd you ever fall into that bastard's clutches? It's criminal." He began working on her chains and locks.
"You didn't call the cops, did you?" Manna asked, afraid that she would be involved and publicly humiliated.
"No way. You don't need to have your picture run in every paper in the country as the victim of some sadist. Here, good, I got your chains loose. And put this on. Sorry, but I didn't have anything else I could bring."
He handed her a raincoat. She put it on, shivering at the feel of the yellow oilcloth against her naked tits and whipped butt. She cringed when Bert tried to put his arm around her shoulders.
"Hey, it's okay," he said gently. "I can guess what you've been through. You think every man is out to rape you. Don't worry. I'm one of the good guys."
He led her out and they were soon back at his apartment. He fixed her some soup, which Manna drank gratefully.
"And off to bed with you," Bert finally said. "You've had more than enough excitement for a lifetime, and it's all been rolled up into one day."
"To bed?" she said dully, remembering what Bert was like in the sack. The idea of fucking him didn't seem to cause any churning response in her loins.
"Hey, not to bed that way. Just to sleep. Get your strength back and forget all about Dr. Nathaniel."
Bert put her to bed and went to sleep on the sofa in the other room. But Manna couldn't sleep. Bert had mentioned a magical name – Dr. Nathaniel. Roger. Her lover.
She couldn't abandon him. He'd left her chained to the bed for a reason. She deserved to be punished.
But Bert had taken her away from that, hadn't he? The college student really cared for her. He had rescued her from the clutches of an evil, sadistic man.
Manna kept telling herself that over and over. But it didn't seem to stick in her head. All the blonde teenager could think of was Dr. Nathaniel and her need for what he had to offer. Maybe her bizarre sexual needs would diminish with time. Bert was gentle and kind and considerate. And he bored her shitless.
Manna rose and put on the raincoat again, tiptoed past the sleeping Bert and was gone into the night. Her feet seemed to have wings on them as she went back to where she belonged.
"Fix breakfast, slave," came the cold command.
Manna got out of bed, her chains rattling as she shuffled off into the kitchen to obey Dr. Nathaniel spoke, she obeyed. It made her happy to please the man. But she wished he would lengthen the chains binding her ankles so she could walk. But still, she didn't blame him for that. She had run off with Bert when she knew she was supposed to stay inside the house. This was only his way of making sure she didn't do it again.
She turned on the range and began breaking eggs into the skillet to prepare food for her master.
When the philosophy professor moved in behind the naked, chained girl, he put his hands on both her tits. The young college student glanced down and saw his knuckles turning white as he squeezed with brutal strength. She gasped but went on preparing breakfast as she'd been told to do.
But a wet feeling built up in her cunt. She felt the old familiar emptiness in her pussy again. The blonde teenager would soon be begging him to fuck her.
"What's wrong?" the man demanded. "You're slowing down. I want my food – now!"
"Y-yes, master," she stuttered. But she knew it wasn't quick enough to please her master. The young college student cringed just thinking how he would sternly discipline her this time.
His prick thrust up between her legs. Her cunt juice flowed and ran out of her pussy. She couldn't help herself. She was excited at the feel of that virile cock. He ran his prick back and forth along the humid crease of her ass. It pulled the twin as cheeks apart slightly.
That tiny motion brought tears to Manna's eyes. Her whipped ass was still healing. He had done terrible things to it and it was still sensitive. When Dr. Nathaniel beget to bounce up and down and tub his hairy thighs against her naked ass, Manna couldn't hold back nay longer. She openly cried.
"Tears for your master? You don't think I'm good enough for you, is that it?" The man's hands never left their stations on her tits. Like crushing a beer can, Dr. Nathaniel clamped down on her tits with punishing force.
"No, master, please! Ohhhhh!"
Her pleas only egged the man on. He enjoyed seeing her debase herself. But he released her tits. Like compressed springs, the titflesh sprang back to full size. Handprints were left on the smooth cones of naked flesh. Her once perfect alabaster white skin had become marred with the red outlines of the man's hands.
One of the philosophy professor's hands snaked around each of the captive girl's armpits so he could hold her in a full Nelson. With his palms resting on the back of her blonde head, he forced her face forward. When Manna's shoulders were pulled back is this fashion, her tits stuck out wantonly.
Her tits swelled. They were still firm and taut, ruddy haloes surrounding the red nipples, but they seemed more seductive. Dr. Nathaniel applied pressure until Manna thought he would break her neck. The cramped position forced her face down into the really glowing electric heating elements on the stave. She panicked when she realized what he intended to do.
"No!" she screamed. "Please, master, stop now! No!"
Dr. Nathaniel snickered. He didn't want to blister her face on the burners. He lifted her just a trifle so that her tits descended on the burners. When her nipples almost touched the red-hot metal, Dr. Nathaniel jammed his hips forward.
His prick easily penetrated the bent-over coed's pussy.
Manna gasped. The sudden intrusion of his prick up her cunt couldn't take away from the heat radiating upwards from the burners. Her sensitive nipples, nipples meant to be sucked and taken into mouths, were going to be burned off. She didn't know how far the man would go. And she really didn't want to find out. She had been wrong in coming back. She should have stayed with Bert.
When his prick sailed into her pussy, she caught on to what he was doing. He was going to force her to burn herself. Each thrust up her pussy would bend her over just a little more. As he picked up the tempo of the fucking, Manna would bend naturally at the hips.
And that would put her tits squarely on top of the red-hot burners. As long as he held her in a full Nelson, she wasn't able to reach out and support herself. With her ankles securely chained, she couldn't kick him. She was completely at his mercy.
She began sobbing again. One tear dropped from her cheek and sizzled on the burner. Manna knew then that she was in real danger. While the blonde teenager enjoyed the feel of Dr. Nathaniel's prick as he pushed in and out of her, she feared what her own reactions would do.
His cock quivered with lust inside her. He couldn't get complete penetration but his long cock came close. Manna felt the rush of his cock, the flare of friction on her rippled cunt walls, then the slow, inexorable retreat as he pulled out. The man teased her with his prick. He was trying to get her to bend forward to take his full length up her cunt.
If she did that, she'd burn her tits off.
In spite of the predicament, the young coed found herself getting a measure of enjoyment from the fucking. She didn't enjoy the nearness of the burners, but the searing hot prick inside her pussy filled her with a vastly more exciting kind of heat.
It was a carnal, erotic heat from friction of a cock aggressively fucking a cunt. She clamped down with her cunt muscles to grasp his prick. She knew the instant she succeeded because of the way his cock bounced and danced around in her pussy.
The thick head of his cock expanded while trapped inside her pussy. Manna felt Dr. Nathaniel's heart beating through the pulse in his cock. The skin pulled back from his cockhead. The foreskin bunched up to form a little roll that excited her. It spread her tight, clutching cunt the barest fraction of an inch more. And that fraction of an inch felt like miles. When Dr. Nathaniel began rotating his hips, the young blonde felt her cunt being stirred around. There wasn't the slightest bit of pain. If he'd tried taking her up her ass, he might have killed her. She'd ad enough abuse up her butt. But action up her cunt was pleasing to her.
Even over a fiery hot stove it was pleasing. And then Manna leaned dangerously close to the burners trying to get an extra inch of prick up her pussy. Her blood-engorged nipples lightly brushed against a heating element.
"Nooooooo!" she screamed in agony.
"I hope you're not talking about this, cunt," the man said.
He shoved his cock even further up her cunt. The blonde teenager began wiggling her ass. It was painful after all the torture he had given her, but it felt good inside. That overrode any other consideration. She had to have his prick fucking her!
She felt warmth spreading through her belly like a soft flood of water engulfing her body. It spread rapidly. Up and down her spine ran tingles of sexual pleasure. It smashed into her brain and made her head spin.
For a brief instant, the teenager thought she was caught up in an erotic whirlpool. She was spun around and around, losing all sense of balance. That momentary lapse caused her a nasty burn on her left tit she'd leaned forward just enough to damage herself.
A tiny swirl of smoke rose, the smell of burned titflesh assaulting her nostrils. Whatever joy she'd been receiving from the fucking was suddenly erased by the sharp, knifing pain that lanced into her chest. The burn wasn't deep or serious, just enough to make her more careful as her master fucked on.
"What's it like, slave, fucking over a stove?" Dr. Nathaniel's cock jerked as he mouthed the words. In spite of her pain and revulsion, Manna felt her pussy tightening around his turgid cock.
She knew what he was holding back for. He was saving up. Manna might actually lean forward enough to get a real burn. Then, with her tits mashed down on the hot burners, then he'd come.
The philosophy professor twitched his hips a little, knowing that the pain he caused the girl's sore butt had to be distracting. It didn't matter to him it she concentrated on giving him a good fucking or not. He'd get off in his own good time. He was the master. He was the dominant one and called all the shots.
He continued a slow, rhythmic fucking from behind until he couldn't stand the pressure mounting in his balls. He felt like he'd put his balls on the stove instead of forcing the blonde's tits downward. The searing load inside his hairy little sac robbed him of his iron control.
Dr. Nathaniel started a wild, mindless fucking. His hands never left the spot behind the blonde teenager's head, but he did allow her to turn just a bit. She couldn't burn herself too badly now if she did happen to fall forward. But Manna's mind was blanked out with lust.
Her passions had mounted as fast as the philosophy professor s. The man's cruel treatment only seemed to make this more thrilling for her. She was pinioned by his hands and her chains clanked every time she moved. The pain robbed her of some enjoyment, but mostly it gave her even bigger rewards in return. She could compare the feel of Dr. Nathaniel's cock reaming her out and the torture he inflicted on her.
The piston-like prick smashing into her cunt was thousands of times better now than it had ever been in the past. Manna needed the abuse and fear to really get off on fucking. The young college student didn't understand it; she just accepted it now. Earlier fuckings had been pallid, weak and lifeless. She was coming truly alive, every nerve in her body yelling with delights unknown to her before. The girl had an orgasm that almost blew the top off her skull.
When she came, her pussy collapsed around Dr. Nathaniel's cock. He had intended for her cunt to clamp down around his cock from pain rather than pleasure, but it didn't matter to him. He benefited just as much as if she got off from only ecstasy. His prick was gripped by a giant, juicy fist that milked him of every drop of his cum.
He fountained out his creamy load of jism until he couldn't imagine any more remaining inside his tight balls.
Then Manna's blonde pussy smashed down hard on his cock again and he shot out another long, gooey gob of jism. The man released his death's grip on the trim teenaged coed. She almost fell forward, weak and spent from the fucking.
His cock was limp, drained and flaccid Dr. Nathaniel gasped from the exertion. He heaved a deep breath and stepped backwards to study the naked, chained blonde.
Manna leaned forward and panted harshly. Sweat dribbled off her chin, ran down her body until it came to her tits. The salty sweat stung her burned tit, but she barely noticed.
She was too busy enjoying the last bits of the orgasm lingering sweetly in her body. That had been a fucking she wouldn't soon forget.
"Where's my breakfast, you lazy slut?" Dr. Nathaniel demanded. "I'm hungry and you're dawdling. Hurry!"
He picked up a wire whip used for cooking and lashed out at her well-spanked ass. She cringed as the metal wire cut into her flesh again, but Manna said nothing. She hurried. She had to please her master.
She had found her spot in the world and didn't want to lose it.