Manna slid down the wall and simply sat there in the dirt and reveled in the feelings glowing inside her cunt. It wasn't the same as being fucked by Dr. Nathaniel but it would have to do her for the time.
She sighed and got to her feet. Her knees were still shaky and her insides churned from the reaction to the orgasm she'd experienced, but it was a good feeling. The blonde teenager could have gotten off on it more if Dr. Nathaniel had been really fucking her. Fantasy fucking could almost be like the real thing, she decided.
"What the fuck are you doing?" snapped a cold, harsh voice.
Manna froze in her tracks. She suddenly felt alone and small and cold and completely helpless. Someone had found her.
The young college student turned to face whoever had discovered her. She almost came when she realized it wasn't just anyone – Roger Nathaniel was the one who'd found her.
"Dr. Nathaniel," she said, her voice [missing text]. "How are you? Nice evening."
"What are you doing here? Spying on me, weren't you? Don't try to deny it!"
"But…" Manna began. Then she tit back her protests. It was obvious what she'd been doing. And why should she feel the least bit ashamed of it? She wanted the philosophy professor and she had come over here to get him. And she would, yet!
"I wanted to see you," she said.
"Like that," he said scornfully, looking at her nakedness. Somehow, the way Dr. Nathaniel stared at her made her feel more naked than she was. He seemed to see right through to her soul.
"I'll take it off, if you don't like it." She stripped off the filmy garment.
"Inside."
"What?" she said stupidly, not understanding.
"Goddamnit, get that ass of yours inside!" the man roared. She jumped like a grasshopper to obey. The man spoke, she obeyed. It seemed so simple to please him.
He slammed the door and then spun her around so fast she stumbled and fell to her knees. Fear flared inside the blonde teenager. "On your feet or on your knees," Dr. Nathaniel commanded.
Manna slowly, painfully, stood. It seemed better to her if she could almost look him square in the eyes. She was tall for a girl, but he towered above her. In the darkness he looked gaunt like a skeleton.
But she knew some parts of his body were fleshy. That prick of his hadn't been made of bone when she started sucking him off in the classroom.
"What now?" she asked. She felt her cunt churn.
"I don't like naked women. Not ones as ugly as you are. Go to that closet and put on black stockings and a garter belt. I want to see those long legs of yours sheathed in black nylon."
Manna didn't like the idea of turning her back on the man, yet she had no other choice. She walked naked and vulnerable to the closet he'd indicated. Inside were row upon row of gorgeous gowns. All were plainly expensive. She knew this closet full of clothes alone would have kept her happy for a lifetime. It was even more apparent to her that money meant nothing to Dr. Nathaniel when it came to feeding his desires.
"Down on the floor."
She started to turn and look at the man, but a sudden clanking movement wrapped the end of a chain around her neck. She simply dropped to her knees and stared up at the philosophy professor. He locked the chain firmly around her throat turning her into a dog on a leash. For whatever reason, Manna's cunt began watering excitedly. She turned and rummaged around until she found the black mesh stockings and a frilly garter belt. She'd never worn one before, but it was both obvious and simple how to put it on.
The blonde teenager stepped into it and settled the lacy belt into place on her flaring hips. Then she put on first one and then the other of the black mesh stockings. They were cool and silky against her feverish skin. She stroked up and down them a few times, wrinkling them so she could smooth them out again.
"Stop stalling," he barked.
She shivered in reaction. She knew she was Dr. Nathaniel's prisoner. The chain around her neck told her that. But she was strangely attracted. She liked the feel of the links cutting into her tender flesh. And she liked having this dominant man tell her what to do.
She fastened the tops of the stockings to the garter belt, then stood. Looking at herself in a wall mirror, the blonde teenager whistled in surprise.
Standing there looking back wasn't a young girl. It was a woman. A lush, ripe, sophisticated woman capable of pleasuring any man. The black stockings made her maturity obvious to her.
"Very well, now that you've finished putting them on, come here!"
She turned and felt a cold lump form in the pit of her stomach. He was standing beside the sofa, a long whip curling and uncurling beside him as he flicked his wrist.
"No!" Manna shrieked. "You can't do that. You can't whip me like ah animal!"
The whip sang. And when it touched her arm with such an obscenely soft caress she almost fainted dead away. There wasn't the slightest trace of pain, just surprise. Seeing her stunned expression, the man laughed harshly.
"When I want you to feel pain, you'll feel real pain. I am the master of pain! And don't you forget it, slut. Now come here."
He yanked on the whip handle and the young college student sailed across the room. The leather band had tightened miraculously to the point where it was like a handcuff on her wrist.
She stumbled and fell at his feet. This seemed to please him.
"My shoes are dirty," he said. "Lick them clean."
She started to rebel. This wasn't what she'd come across town far. Then from the corner of her eye she saw the long whip moving slowly back and forth, as if barely restrained and hungering for her blood. She knew he would love to beat her until her flesh hung in tatters from her body.
Manna wouldn't give him that pleasure. She licked all the dust from his shoes.
Just as she finished his left shoe, he took a step backwards. She cringed in anticipation of the whip lashing out and dancing across her naked back.
The blow never came. Instead, his voice echoed in her ears, taunting her.
"You didn't lick fast enough. I gave you your chance to please me and you failed. What should your punishment be?"
Manna didn't want to answer. But when the whip cracked loudly in the air just above her head, she stammered out, "I… I don't know, master. Please spare me!"
"Spare you?" he roared. "Of all the ridiculous things! Spare you? I'm going to whip you!"
She felt the sting even as she heard a hard wooden rod whistling through the air. The pain shot into her ass and made her moan. This was too much. She was going to throw off the chain around her neck, get out of the silly garter belt and stockings and leave. But the rod descended on her ass again and again. She tried to roll and avoid the punishment.
The chain fastened to her neck prevented it. And then, when she got to her hands and knees again, she felt the first real pain since she had been in Dr. Nathaniel's grips.
The wooden rod sang through the air to smash against her pussy lips. No longer was he beating her on the fleshy part of her as cheeks. He was driving each and every blow between her as cheeks so the rod would strike her exposed and obscenely drooling cunt lips.
And yes, her pussy lips were wet with desire. Manna couldn't believe it. The stinging blow had made them come more alive than the blonde teenager had ever felt them before. She'd mistakenly thought only fucking could make her cunt dampen with desire. She was obviously wrong. A stream of her fuck juices leaked out and trickled down the inside of her tender thighs.
The blow landing on her cunt lips made them sting and smart. The blood, however, rushing into them confused her. The glands inside her curd churned out thick oils to lubricate her pussy for fucking. Blood-engorged pussy lips equaled fucking to her dazed mind.
And Dr. Nathaniel made sure her cunt lips were adequately stimulated. By the time he was panting and his arm tired, her cunt lips were covered with ugly red welts. And her ass was completely criss-crossed with the red lines showing where every blow had landed. He looked at his handiwork smiling wickedly.
"Get ready, slut, because your master is going to fuck your asshole."
"No, please, wait! Not after you've whipped my ass like that! I… I'm too sore!"
But she knew her argument was only spurring the philosophy professor on. He dropped behind her and this time his hands pressed firmly into her tortured assflesh. She moaned and then howled in pain as he began kneading the soft, brutalized butt. He took one asscheek in each hand and began rotating them in opposite directions.
The girl thought he was trying to pull those doughy mounds of ass flesh from her body. He gave her more pain than she could cope with. Every nerve in her body fired a message of stark agony to her brain.
She wanted to die but she knew he would never allow it. Her master wouldn't get as much thrill from her death as he would from fucking a living, tortured ass.
"Stop it. That hurts!"
"That's the idea, slut. You slaves are all alike. You think you can do anything and get away with it. Strict discipline is all you'll find while you're in this house!"
Then she felt his prick begin to nudge into her flesh. It surprised her how fast the man had gotten another hard-on. His cock had to be a full-sized fucking tool from the way it prodded into her butt.
She fell forward onto the floor. The pain in her ass rocketed throughout her entire body. As he fucked into her asshole, she tried to avoid both the hard-driving prick and the feel of his legs moving so roughly against her whipped ass.
She didn't escape for long. Powerful hands slipped under her body and easily lifted her. She wouldn't have believed this tall man possessed such strength.
And he was going to fuck her ass. Nothing less would do for her master now that the thought had entered his mind. It didn't matter that he had already fucked the girl in the other room – if she was even still in the house. Manna wasn't really sure, but she suspected they we alone now, the other girl having left immediately after Dr. Nathaniel had fucked her.
The philosophy professor pulled her to a kneeling position again and bent her body forward until she was supporting herself on her hands once more. He was fucking her in the same position he had started in.
The only difference was where his cock probed. He headed for her asshole this time.
She remembered what it had been like sucking his prick. She had been delirious with excitement. Now she wasn't quite so sure she wanted to go through with this. The entire scene had changed strangely on her. This man wasn't the stud she thought he was. He could tear her apart with a single thrust of his cock. He could make her bleed to death from torn inner membranes.
Manna knew he was capable of that and more.
The chain around her neck threatened to choke her again. The girl tried to maneuver around so she would be in a better position. He prevented it.
She felt the thick purple head of his prick spread apart her ass muscles. Her tight asshole had been denying him entry, but it finally surrendered to Dr. Nathaniel's insistent pressure.
His cock surged all the way up her butt when her asshole relaxed.
"Aiieeeeee!"
Pain filled her and threatened to drive her mad. She had been possessed of a large amount of sexual tension in her body. He drove it all out. Nothing but searing pain remained in the young college student's body. And he was fucking her ass, making sure his cock gave her nothing but more pain and discomfort.
The weak feeling in her ass spread. Her guts turned to water. And then she openly cried. She had been holding it all in trying not to show the man how terrified she was. It no longer mattered to Manna. He knew the full extent of her fear just looking at her tender, quaking body. She was growing to fear and hate him – and love him even more, too.
The blonde teenager didn't try to sort out her feelings for the man. Hate. Love. They blurred and mixed together in ways she couldn't begin to understand.
"So tight!" he crowed. "I like all my slaves to have tight asses. I love fucking my slaves up the ass!"
He lustily fucked her butt. The girl was so shaken by now, he didn't know what to do or say. She wanted to enjoy this ass fucking. She usually enjoyed any fucking. And she had specifically come here hoping for a scene like this. But he was hurting her badly.
"Your ass is hot. I like that, too. And the way your assflesh feels, like it's on fire! I can feel it seeping into my skin."
Every word blazed a path to her brain. She knew he was mouthing those words to get to her. If he had been yelling obscenities it wouldn't have been so bad. She could have withstood that. But he enjoyed tormenting her with the cold, almost emotionless words. And he pointed out each and everything that would hurt her the most.
Like her assflesh. Where he'd whipped her was burning just like he'd rubbed a red-hot poker over her flesh. It warmed her guts, true, but it also hurt like hell. She wasn't able to think of much else after he had told her how he loved her whipped butt.
Her asshole was so tight due to his huge prick fucking into her butt. She couldn't stand the way he stretched her to the breaking point. But how could she run? She couldn't fight him off. She had a Goddamn chain fastened around her neck. Besides, deep down inside she felt like she was being punished for having spied on him earlier. This was what she deserved. Maybe this was better than she deserved. Manna couldn't think straight. Pain and ecstasy flared inside her with every single stroke of his had, long cock.
She was his prisoner and he could do anything he wanted with her. She would just have to accept that.
But the pain! The humiliation!
She was sobbing hard even as he butt-fucked her. The man was corn holing her with a vengeance now. She felt the heat of his fucking burn into her asshole, then spread. It mingled with the heat from her spanked ass and then exploded in a wild frenzy around her cunt.
Gasping for breath, she came.
It took her totally by surprise. No matter how brutal he was to her, she had gotten her rocks off. That horrified the young college student. She was getting off on this degradation. She was getting a sexual charge out of being whipped and ass-raped!
She found herself hating not only Dr. Nathaniel for what he was doing, but herself as well. She hated loving this, for responding so powerfully to his brutal attentions.
"You like it, don't you, you silly cunt?"
All the while he was talking, his cock seared into her asshole. Each thrust shook her teeth, rattled her senses, and made her long for death. But death wasn't for her. She was going to be fucked until she couldn't bear it any longer. Dr. Nathaniel would see to that.
"Admit it, cunt, you like this. Don't you? Don't you?" he demanded.
"Yes, damn you, yes, I love it!"
She was shocked at her words. She had thought about lying to appease her master. But as the words gushed from her lips, she knew she wasn't simply saying them to please him.
The blonde teenager liked what be was doing to her. She had gotten off on it once and the girl could even feel the beginnings of another come building in her loins. She more than liked it, she needed it!
"Fuck faster! Burn up my ass with your cock!"
"You didn't call me master."
She felt the sting of the whip across her shoulders. She didn't even want to think how he could whip and fuck her at the same time. He could do anything. He was her master.
"Fuck me… master!" she corrected herself. She was hardly aware that she had said those vile words. She didn't really want to call him master. He was her philosophy professor. She wanted to get laid by him, not abused and degraded like this.
But she called him master and demanded he fuck her even faster.
Her entire world was wrapped around the man's prick driving into her asshole. She tensed up just enough to clamp down on his cock. The man grunted out loud.
This made the coed feel a surge of pleasure. She was able to torture him. She was getting even but in a totally erotic way. Her asshole tightened like a hangman's noose around the tip of his prick.
She felt her muscles spasm once as the strain got to her, but that was all right. She was giving him pleasure. She was giving her master all the pleasure he could want.
The girl came again when the whip lashed across her naked shoulders.
Dr. Nathaniel groaned and she felt the hot gush of his jism blasting into her back passage. Her entire butt was filled with his cum.
The girl wanted to collapse, but there was still so much locked up in her tender young body. The sexual tensions had mounted to the point where even a dozen comes wouldn't help her much.
The way her tortured body felt confused her. The pain nagged and tore at her consciousness. The way he had beaten her ass raw and then fucked it made her sob in agony. Still, the way he fucked her small asshole made up for it. She was on fire inside. It was a good feeling.
But most of all, the lashings across her shoulders confused Manna. They were both good and bad depending on whether his prick was sliding slickly into her ass or pulling out to leave her empty inside.
The blonde coed couldn't figure it out. She just reveled in the warm after-glow of a good fucking.