Manna crouched by the edge of the sofa, the chain dangling from around her neck. She was too confused to understand what she really felt. Her body was a mixture of good and bad. The pain in her ass and along her shoulders from the whippings throbbed brutally. The warmth up her asshole from the feel of his huge prick fucking her seemed to erase all the hurt she felt.
Mentally she was completely mixed up. She hadn't wanted a scene like this with the handsome, aloof philosophy professor. She had thought she'd wiggle her ass in his direction, he'd get a hard-on and then they'd fuck. She didn't give a shit about good grades in Dr. Nathaniel's class. All she wanted was his cock.
The blonde teenager had gotten a lot more. His cock was everything she'd thought it would be, but the man confused her with his savage actions. He was brutalizing her. What bothered the young college student the most was how much she loved it. She felt as if this had been missing from her life. Bert had never fucked her like this; he had never given her the intensity of feeling that Dr. Nathaniel just had.
"I figure you'd make a pretty picture if I had you tied up over a straight-backed chair. That ass of yours would wiggle up in the air and look so nice I couldn't help but want to fuck it."
"Go to hell," she blurted. Manna didn't know if she meant that or not. The only sound in the room now was the slight clinking of the chain securely fastened around her neck.
"That's no way to speak to your master. I will take what's rightfully mine."
"By raping."
"Call it what you want, slut."
He reached down and grabbed her ankle. He yanked painfully hard. She cried out as a lance of white-hot pain shot up into her cunt. The way she was stretched out on the floor was a feat a contortionist wouldn't have been able to perform. He was bending her all out of shape and enjoying the play of her muscles as he did so.
"I like seeing the way your ass tightens when I jerk your leg around."
She felt a stab of pain shoot into her whipped ass as he bent her leg to one side. This she could do without. But it was still getting to her. She didn't understand what it was about being abused by Dr. Nathaniel that made her so hot to fuck. She wanted that huge prick of his more than ever by the time he'd finished playing with her like a tomcat plays with a trapped mouse.
"I'm going to tie you down. My cock needs some action again and you're going to provide it for me. Aren't you, cunt?"
"You can go to hell, you bastard!" She didn't have to act to get the words out. She halfway felt that way. He was making her feel pain. That wasn't right. It simply wasn't anything she'd planned on when she set out to seduce her philosophy professor.
Or was it? Was emotional and mental pain any worse than physical pain? She had desired him. She saw how he would make it out that she was a cockteaser. The young college student saw it all quite plainly.
She used sex as a weapon, a toy, something not really involving true love. Not it backfired on her. He was taking her and using her as he pleased. She had pushed him and now he responded. He had to prove to himself he could cope with her on any terms.
The man no doubt felt remorse at what he was doing to her. Or did he? The quivery thought made her suddenly cold all over. He might be enjoying this. His demented philosophy might actually approve of the torture he meted out to her. If that were true, there was no telling how far he might go.
"That cunt of yours looks empty," he said in a quiet voice. She wasn't able to turn her head and look at him. The way the chain around her neck was fastened prevented it.
"Yes, oh, yes!" she moaned out. "Fill me up. I need you inside me."
"The hell you do," he flared hotly. "You're still trying to use me. You think I'll shut up and be content if you offer me a little pussy. No more, slave, no more!"
He came around and quickly tied her hands behind her back with a long piece of sash cord he'd ripped from one of the curtains. Manna struggled briefly and then stopped. She was only tightening the bonds by fighting. And then the blonde teenager cried out in horror.
"I'll fill your slimy cunt for you. All the way. With this candle!"
She cried out in pain as he rammed the thick wax candle into her pussy lips. She felt the sluggish wax begin to flow, as he twisted and reamed it into her cunt. A it stretched her inner membranes to the breaking point, she passed out.
When Manna came to, there was incredible pain in her belly and it was all radiating outward from her cunt. She was filled all right, filled with a dead, gross candle. She had wanted cock and got punishment in its place.
"So you're back, eh?"
"Words can't describe you, you motherfucker!"
"Words can describe you, slave. You've always had a hot cunt. And it's going to get even hotter."
He pulled out a cigarette lighter and flicked it. The butane flame looked six inches high as he approached her.
"You can't burn me! You just can't!"
"You? Hardly, cunt. The candle. The candle is going to show you what it's like to burn at both ends. You can learn a great philosophical truth with this little experiment."
She tried to cross her legs, to keep him away from her tender pussy lips. She found that he'd tightly bound her legs to the dining room table so she'd lie facedown across it. There was no way she could possibly keep that dancing flame from her pussy.
The blonde teenager felt the hot caress of the flame and then nothing. By straining, she saw he had lit the wick of the candle protruding from her cunt. And, as it burned, the flame came closer and closer to her cunt.
"Go on and watch, hot ass. You're going to enjoy this. Want to suck my cock to keep your mind off the fire getting closer and closer to your blonde pussy?"
His fingers lightly caressed her clit. The surge of delight that arced into her body startled her. She hadn't been expecting anything of the sort to happen.
He laughed and it echoed cruelly through the empty house. He held his rigid prick and moved it closer to her lips. In a soft whisper, he said, "Suck my cock. Go on, you stupid bitch!"
Her body hurt with an intensity she hadn't thought possible. The candle crammed up her cunt was ripping her apart. She thought she could feel the beginning flow of sluggish blood. Or it might have been melting wax from the huge candle. She couldn't tell the difference. It didn't matter, either.
The warmth of the burning candle was slowly turning into heat. And that heat would rapidly sear her tender cunt lips. She couldn't stir around to snuff it out. She would have to let it burn her pussy lips, char her fleecy blonde cunt fur and even allow flame to blister her inner thighs.
The hot wax running from the candle made her legs feel like they had blisters all over them. Her soft, tender, yielding thighs were quivering with every light touch of the hot wax. It wouldn't be long before she went out of her mind with fear and pain.
And he wanted her to suck his cock!
It brushed across her trembling lips. This ignited all the old desire in her body. She wasn't able to deny that she wanted that cock resting nicely between her lips so she could suck on it again.
But not now, not while he was torturing her!
The flame worked closer and closer to her pussy. She tossed her head from side to side sending out a wild cascade of lovely blonde hair. The frightened look in her eyes made Dr. Nathaniel grin lewdly. She was giving him incredible pleasure simply by being so terrified of what he might do to her.
But he was insistent. His prick forced her lips apart. He put his throbbing cock inside the young college student's lips and then began stroking back and forth in a sensuous, slow motion.
"If… if I suck on it, will you put the candle out?"
"No bargains. You're trying to use sex as a weapon against me. I don't give a damn about your problems. Suck my cock, slave!"
Her lips parted and her tongue slipped out to move sensually along his turgid prick. He smiled. He'd won and she knew it. He yanked his cock from her mouth and laughed harshly. "I want my prick in something a bit more to my liking. Like that cunt of yours!"
"The candle," she moaned weakly. She felt the heat growing. Her tender pussy lips were cringing from the searing flame inching closer. She wished she could put it out. It was blistering her delicate cunt lips, making her entire body shudder in painful reaction.
"I'll put it out when I feel like it," he told her calmly. "I've got to arrange a chair. Tying you over a chair and then fucking your cunt sounds like something I really want to do. In a while."
As the tip of the flame reached her blonde pussy fur, Manna screamed and kept screaming. She hadn't done anything to deserve this. All she'd wanted was a quick fuck with a handsome man. The flame licked and caressed her soft flesh until it singed. She smelled the heavy odor of burning flesh – her flesh.
The pain lanced into her body like a flaming arrow shot up her cunt. The candle's huge girth was still awful, but her body heat was melting it down. It was no longer the painful reality she'd come to think was normal.
The flame at the candle's tip was all that mattered to her now. The man wasn't going to put it out, not even if it was setting her on fire. She felt her pussy lips curl back in a silent snarl, trying to escape the burning torture inflicted by the aloof, almost emotionless Dr. Nathaniel.
Then her body came to her rescue. Manna hated this, she hated it with all the passion locked up in her lusty body. But she was responding in ways she couldn't fully understand. She felt pain and it turned her on sexually.
The flow of cunt juice leaking around the candle put out the flame before it did her any great harm.
As the flame sputtered and went out, she collapsed weakly to the table. It had been more of an emotional strain on her than she'd thought. For the first time, the young college student was able to really feel the pain inching up her limbs.
Her arms were dead from lack of circulation. He'd tied her down so tightly it would be long minutes after he released her before she got the blood flowing easily through her wrists again. And her legs were hardly in better condition.
One ankle had been tied to one leg of the table with the other bound to the far leg. She was held spread-eagle in a painful stretch that hit directly at her cunt. It wouldn't have taken much to rip her apart all the way to the chin. This was another reason the candle had affected her pussy so much.
She was virgin-tight to begin with. Pulling her legs apart so much made her cunt even tighter. Her flesh actually cringed from the candle's flame. It was a torture neither subtle nor caring for her safety.
But Manna had triumphed. No matter what Dr. Nathaniel did to her, she could survive it and continue to feel superior to him. Let him try to get back at his "slave". He wouldn't be able to do it!
She saw this as a fight between the two of them for domination of the other. She used sex as a weapon, softly, gently, and quietly. And he was masculine in his approach. He was brutal and forthright. He made his move and then stood behind it without flinching. Torture? Sure, if it suited his purposes. But she wouldn't allow pain to intrude.
Yet… yet she wished he would win. A dominant man was so sexy! She got off in a big way on all he was doing, though she could hardly admit it to him or even herself.
"The chair's ready," he announced. Dr. Nathaniel didn't bother to yank out the candle, but then he didn't relight it, either. He said nothing about it. She wondered if he really cared at all that her pussy lips were still stinging and red from the flame's searing touch?
She doubted it. Dr. Nathaniel didn't seem to even notice as he pulled her off the table after untying her. The blonde teenager tried to fight him off and found her arms and legs refusing to obey her.
The lack of circulation betrayed her and she fell heavily to the floor, a sobbing heap of tortured flesh.
"Get up. Get up, slave. This time I'm going to really fuck you."
She writhed on the floor trying to find a position where the candle wasn't ripping into her guts. A man's cock bent a little when it went into her cunt all the way. The candle was rigid and didn't bend at all. It was digging into her pussy in a way designed to give her nothing but sheer, undiluted pain.
The pain pulled the blonde coed to her feet and she almost fell again. Then she felt the sharp edge of the wooden chair's back shoving into her belly. The candle squirted out of her cunt. This gave her a surge of relief that was almost enough to make her pass out again.
This time she held on grimly. She was fully awake from the beginning as he grabbed first one wrist, then the other and tied them to the chair's front legs.
She had trouble breathing. She began moving her feet to find the best position to worm her way off the chair's back. Suddenly, hands pulled hard at her left ankle. The young college student was jerked forward and felt the wood banging into her knee.
That ankle was firmly secured to the chair leg. And then her right ankle was tied to the other back leg of the chair. She was firmly bent over the back, her ass poking up into the air.
She was helpless, still the philosophy professor's prisoner.
If anything, Manna was in an even more painful and degrading position. Her ass was up in the air for his every lewd, obscene attention. The girl's cunt gaped and tried to tighten down now that the candle was gone. She didn't know how much more she could stand.
"Don't do this to me!" she begged. Her head flopped around on the seat of the chair, a platinum halo all around her face.
"I'll do anything I want," the man informed her coldly. "Feel this, cunt? Feel it?"
She shuddered as his prick drove between the thick slabs of her as cheeks. His huge prick spread her rosy pink ass into two separate globes of firm flesh, then plunged down into the humid canyon to seek out her asshole. She thought he was going to bugger her again.
When she felt the knobby crown of his cock glide past her asshole, she let put a low, heart-felt moan. And it wasn't a moan of pleasure. This hurt now. It hurt worse than anything she have thought possible for her to endure.
As his prick nudged into the tortured lips of her pussy, she began to twitch and writhe around, trying to escape. That wasn't possible. The ropes held her hands too securely. They weren't any looser around her ankles. The flesh on her wrists and ankles was chafed and cut and raw. She could barely stand the dancing needles of pain.
"Stop it, stop it! I can't take any more!"
"You'll have to, won't you, cunt? I'm not going to help you. You tried using sex to get a good grade from me. I won't stop. I'm going to take my pleasure with you and then to hell with you!"
"No, no," the blonde teenager protested. "I just wanted to fuck you. I don't care about a good grade. Ohhhhhh!"
His cockhead shot inside her cunt. She felt torn apart, betrayed. He was driving his cock into her with the slow, sure moves of a man totally certain of his territory. There was none of the desperate fucking she'd hoped he would demonstrate.
The faster he fucked her, the sooner this torture would be over. But he was determined to fuck her right, to get the maximum pleasure for himself.
"God, even after you've had a candle jammed up your cunt, you're tight! I can feel those pussy walls clamping down around my cock."
It was great for the philosophy professor but not for Manna. She was assaulted on all fronts by unforgiving pain. Nowhere to turn, she suffered. She let the pain wash through her young body, a relentless tide of agony not to be denied.
There should have been intense pleasure from feeling the man's prick slowly moving in her juicy cunt. She had gotten off in a big way before on the way he butt-fucked her. It was a thrill, a joy, a thing uncommon and, therefore, to be cherished.
She felt like dying.
The way his prick worked against the walls of her pussy was sheer murder. The pain surged all the way into her belly, exploded and raced up her spine. The corn holing had been kinky and fun in a perverted way. Now he was killing her by slow inches, and there wasn't a damned thing the young girl could do about it.
Manna brought this on herself. And every time she felt his cock work another inch up her pussy, she knew it. But the blonde teenager was a prisoner and was totally at the man's mercy. He could extract all the joy he wanted from her bound and tortured body. And she would have to endure. That was now her lot in life.
Endure. Survive. Try to enjoy it if at all possible.
But it wasn't possible. No matter how she ordered her tormented cunt to enjoy, it revolted. The pain was too great. The feel of his prick moving slowly back and forth in her fuckhole was agony for her after the candle had been inside for so long.
Then the philosophy professor's hips exploded in a frenzy of berserk fucking activity. He fucked her with all the power locked in his body. His hands ripped and tore at the creamy globes of her ass. He tried to tear the doughy mounds from her body as his cock plunged into her seething pussy.
The tightness of her body was increased by the pain. Her fluttering, turgid cunt lips surrounded his prick. The feel of his prick on her reddened, tortured cunt lips was enough to cause the young coed pain. This tightened her cunt around his virile cock. She was hurting bad.
That lit inner fires of desire that the man had never known before. He fucked hey with more speed, more confidence, more ability than ever before. And he loved every second of it.
She was in pain. That made his pleasure all the more intense. His fingers tortured her ass. This tightened her pussy around his prick even more. He fucked into a cunt he would have thought to be a virgin's if he hadn't known better. She was crushing him flat with her steamy, squeezing cunt walls.
The flesh under his fingers flowed like putty. He tried to rearrange it into a shape more pleasing to him. It refused. It flowed back into the original curves of her ass. But that was minor. Her pussy convulsed around him in the throes of orgasm.
Vaguely, he realized she was coming. She'd gotten off in a big way on his fucking. And being tied up. And the pain. And the humiliation. She'd gotten off on all those things. His basic philosophy of sex and life and fucking was right on.
He fucked her cunt even faster. He had to feel his cum spurting from his prick. The emotional and physical release was all that counted now.
The white-hot fountain of his jism splattered into her clutching cunthole. Gallon after gallon of his cum gushed in and he felt himself propelled into a vastly nicer world. Then it was all over. His prick went limp. He watched as a tiny stream of his jizz leaked from her well fucked cunt. It dribbled out and down over Manna's tortured inner thighs.
He took a step back and surveyed the scene. She was bent double over the back of her chair. The wooden back cut mercilessly into her belly. She panted for breath. He didn't care if it was the chair or her orgasm that robbed her lungs of the precious oxygen. All he cared about was his own satisfaction.
He decided this was enough for him. For the moment.
"I'll be back. Don't go away," he told the bound girl.
"You cocksucker, you Goddamn cocksucking, motherfucking, son of a bitch!" she ranted. But it was to an empty room. Dr. Nathaniel had left her tied and hurting and waiting for his return.
Oh, how she wanted him to come back!