Manna was almost in tears by the time she got to Dr. Nathaniel's house. She ran to the front door and knocked loudly. After what seemed an eternity to the blonde teenager, the door swung open. Dr. Nathaniel stood just inside, cloaked in shadow.
[missing text] wooden panel, then knocked again, this time more insistently. When the door opened again, the young college student dropped to her knees and threw her arms around the man's legs. She buried her face between his thighs.
"Forgive me, master. Please forgive me! It wasn't my fault! Honest!"
He spun and threw her face down on the floor of the living room. The door slammed shut and the lock sounded like a peal of doom to the young girl. But she felt a surge of desire. She hadn't been cast off. He still cued. He could have totally ignored her for her failure to be here on time.
"Stand!" he ordered.
Manna got to her feet, her knees rubbery with reaction. She gasped when his light touch stroked over her check and reached the neckline of her blouse. Those fingers turned to steel. He yanked, sending the buttons from her blouse skittering all aver the room. Another swift pull and her bra lay in tatters.
"Get out of that grotesque skin," he commanded, turning his back on her and leaving the room. The blonde teenager broke a fingernail hastening to obey her master. He had been good to her. He hadn't thrown her out when she'd disobeyed his command to be here on time. The least she could do was try to please him now.
"S-should I leave on the stockings and garter belt?" she asked, her voice quivering with desire and anticipation – and a little fear. There was no limit to the power this man wielded over her. He could do anything he wanted.
The only answer she got was his strong hands pulling her toward the doorway where he'd been putting an iron rod into special brackets. The iron bar was just at chest level. He flung her hard against it. The blonde coed turned and found she'd played directly into the evil man's hands.
He lifted her arms over the bar, then used adhesive tape to fasten her wrists to another loop of tape around her waist. The bar effectively pinioned her arms, forming an axle about which the philosophy professor could spin her. The sticky adhesive tape would hurt like hell when he pulled it off her, too. But what did he care? That might only add to his enjoyment later.
"Please, master. This buns!"
"Tough shit!" he said in a voice hardly more than a whisper. "You're hanging nice and loose for me."
He gave her a shove and sent her rocking, the bar under her armpits supporting her weight.
"And your feet just barely touch the floor. Good."
Manna noticed how she was straining. Her toes barely touched the floor. The aching in her calves was beginning to rival the pain she felt in her shoulders and arms. And there was no telling what the man would do to her.
Dr. Nathaniel walked back and forth in front of her, surveying the way she strained. Her tits were pressed almost flat against her chest with the strain of maintaining the position. Her leg muscles were tight and firm. Her ass tensed and looked inviting enough to fuck. Her pussy fur was already dotted with tiny beads of cunt juice. Just being tied up and at the mercy of this man was enough to make the young college student want him.
He continued letting his eyes roam over her helpless young body. It seemed to bother her. He liked that. It made him feel even more powerful. As she shifted position trying to get more comfortable, the firm mounds of her tits bounced just a little. Not too much, not too floppy, but enough to show she had big enough tits to be interesting.
Her brown aureoles were visibly pulsating. The bright red nipples pasted on her tits pointed directly at him. They might have been accusing fingers.
He stepped closer and took her tits in hand and shoved hard. The smooth skin flowed under his fingers and the girl's body rocked and swayed on the iron bar.
"Yes," he said. "That's good." He licked his lips as he studied her wanton nakedness.
The man could hardly believe his good fortune in finding such a willing coed. Her big tits were nice but the rest of the package was well worth a second look, especially now that she was completely under his power.
The trim waist hinted at one hell of a good fuck awaiting him. Her ass was warm and womanly. It wasn't one of those tight, masculine butts so many of the teenagers sported. This was a real ass, a fuck able ass.
He grabbed hold of both cheeks, one in each hand. He tried to pull the assflesh from the blonde teenager's body. She had to arch her back and shove her cunt toward him. She softly moaned.
He couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure. Not that it mattered to him.
He was getting his rocks off already. More succulent woman flesh would be his before he finished with Manna. His cock turned cartwheels in his pants. It was begging to be let out to dip into the pink cunt lips underneath that platinum patch of pussy hair.
"You like it, don't you?" he demanded. "You want me to fuck you. You want my prick buried balls deep in your slimy cunt. Perhaps I'll just leave you for a while. This is Friday. I could come back Sunday evening."
"Two days!" cried Manna, shocked. "You can't leave me here like this for two days! You just can't!" A feeling of utter helplessness flooded her senses. She strained to pull at the adhesive tape. It itched and cut deeper into her soft flesh. There was no escape for her.
And the way her shoulders and arms were aching now, in two days they would be killing her. Dr. Nathaniel couldn't just abandon her like that. He couldn't!
He saw the fear flaring on her beautiful face. He laughed harshly, turned and walked away. Manna almost fainted from the sudden realization that the man could do anything he wanted to her, no matter how depraved.
"I can leave you trussed up like that. Your hands are bound in such a way you could never get free. And think of the mess. Can you hold in all your shit and piss for two days? I doubt it. You'll be standing in the middle of your own foulness."
"You… you'd have to clean it up," Manna said desperately.
"Oh, no, slave, I wouldn't. You would. You would have to lick it up. Push it around with your tongue, then lap it up. Yes."
She almost pissed in fear then. Only the knowledge that the man was telling her exactly what he would have her do stopped the stream of smelly piss. Cold, gnawing fear settled into the coed's belly.
Manna closed her eyes and swallowed hard. And then she yelped when she felt the philosophy professor's cock poke into her cunt lips. She struggled to get away from the unexpected force of his prick. But there was no escape. With her arms bound as they were, she was completely powerless. He could do whatever he wanted to her.
And right now he was going to fuck her.
His hands went under her as cheeks and lifted her up. She was able to support a little more of her weight on her arms, but not enough to take all the strain off. As he lifted her hips upward, her cunt exposed itself to his questing prick.
He jammed his hips forward and sank his cock balls deep in her juicy cunt.
They both gasped at the sudden penetration of her tight cunt.
It could have hurt if her cunt hadn't been dewy from the idea of having him fuck her. As it was, she merely groaned when she felt his thick cock driving all the way in, spreading her pussy walls out of its way.
Once buried in her juicy cunt, his cock didn't feel any different than any other man's. Closing her eyes, the teenager was able to make believe that this was happening all in a dream, that it wasn't a flesh and blood cock fucking her pussy.
She kept telling herself this over and over.
He started swinging her in a shallow arc. She rocked to and fro on the iron rod. This carried her cunt away from his prick. I didn't have to move his hips at all. Her swinging body was doing all the work of fucking.
She was actually fucking herself for her master's convenience.
He continued swinging her back and forth on his prick several times. Once, she grunted and felt the entire length of her cunt collapse around the massive girth of his cock. She felt the broad purple cockhead deep inside her. It danced around with wild lust.
Every single contour of his cock stood out in bold relief. She even felt his balls banging against her asshole. She remembered when he had chained her and fucked her asshole. And how he had whipped her. And abused and degraded her – like he was doing now. Then all such memories were driven from her head. He was rocking her high on the bar, then releasing her.
The pain was immense in her shoulders and spreading rapidly into her chest. This cancelled out the intense pleasure he was generating in her trim, lush body by fucking her.
"Ummmmm, good, master, so good!"
"It should be," he grunted. "I know what my slaves want. And you want more cock, don't you, cunt? Don't you?"
He emphasized the question with a faster swing. She had to put her legs up around his waist. The rocking motion made her feel as if she'd go sailing off into space at any instant.
He took the slender legs wrapping around his waist as a sign that she was agreeing with him. He fucked faster.
The lewd squishing noise as his cock reamed in and out of her juicy pussy filled the silent house. It echoed and came back to taunt the bound, helpless girl. She felt so many conflicting emotions at the moment, the sounds only added to her confusion.
She should have been aroused by the sounds of fucking. It was a good sound. The noises of a man fucking a woman should have sent her off on a wild climax. But all she could think of was the strange position she found herself in. Here she was, tied up around an iron bar, swinging back and forth so that the philosophy professor's prick penetrated her cunt. And she was actually beginning to enjoy the hell out of it.
She shouldn't have. She tried to keep that thought in mind. This was sick, wanting to be someone else's slave. No matter that the man was dominating, more masculine than any stud she'd ever met before. This was the era of women's lib. She had tried to be independent, as assertive as any man, to raise her own consciousness.
She loved being the helpless slave of this commanding man.
No matter how degrading, she enjoyed it. Then she screamed out a loud, ear-piercing scream of agony. The philosophy professor had added a new dimension of pain to the fucking.
He'd pulled a bit of the adhesive tape off the roll and plastered it across her aroused tits. Then he yanked it off. She felt her sensitive, delicate skin tearing.
Her tits hammered with forbidden desires. They were like balloons overfilled with air. They threatened to pop at any instant. And then he ripped the adhesive tape off her nipples.
The arrow of pain shot deep into her chest. The waves of pain from her tortured tits and aching shoulders pressed downward in a dull tide. It threatened to swamp her young body. But the pleasure building in her cunt was more than enough to offset it.
Somehow, Dr. Nathaniel had achieved just the right balance of torment. The dull, aching pain was erased by the wellings of joy from her well-fucked pussy. She didn't understand it. It only made her more confused than ever.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed out.
"Why? This is your lesson for the day. Don't you find it instructive? Pain can be very instructive. And I want you to think about why you are content to be my sex slave. Why you keep coming back for more. Why you enjoy being chained and whipped and raped. Think about it, you stupid cunt, think about it!"
He started swinging her in a long arc. Each time their crotches smashed together, it was like a car slamming into a wall. He penetrated her cunt deeper and deeper as the force of his fucking strokes increased.
The blonde teenager took the full pressure on her arms. They were aching horribly but she couldn't think of anything but her pussy. It burned with desire!
She hated herself for that. But her body was telling her to enjoy this rape.
She abandoned herself totally to Dr. Nathaniel. She pulled him closer with her strong legs. Manna locked her ankles behind his waist to keep him from backing away. If she was going to be raped, then by damn, she was going to get the most pleasure possible from it.
"Go on, master, fuck me good. Fuck me damn goooood!"
"My slave's still got fire in her veins. I don't like feisty bitches. I'm going to tame you with my prick."
The girl didn't know if he could or not. She no longer cared. Her body was being assaulted on all sides by pain and delight. She let them mix together. The waves of sensation were threatening to drown her. She merely accepted them as they came, enjoyed if she could, winced if she couldn't.
But the important thing was driving that spike of prick all the way up to her chin. Manna wanted to make him split her apart all the way along her young, trim body.
Sweat ran down the philosophy professor's chest. His hands grew slippery on her ass. He barely kept her swinging on and off his prick. The warm sheath of cunt surrounding his hard fucking shaft was like a magnet to the iron of his cock. He pulled her onto him fully, hesitated long enough to revel in the untouched wonders of her pussy, then let her swing away.
Her legs kept her from going too far.
His hands gripped her as cheeks and pulled her crotch back to his. It was a perfect situation for him.
He didn't care if she was tied up. In fact, he got off in a big way on seeing the blonde coed helpless and subservient to his every whim. He didn't care she was in pain from being wrapped around the iron rod. Pain tightened all the right muscles and made fucking a more intense experience.
He was king. And he was showing her how really virile he was. Let all those young college studs brag. None could match the fucking power of his cock! He was not only well-hung, he knew how to effectively use that pussy-pleaser.
Dr. Nathaniel drove his cock powerfully into that tantalizing patch of pussy fleece. The blonde arrow was a signpost showing the way for his prick. He parted her pink scalloped pussy lips and surged hard up into her cunt. He felt the friction burning away the lubrication leaking from her cunt.
He felt the burning heat slowly creep backwards along his cock. He tried to hold down the fiery tide for a few more seconds. He swung the bound girl faster. She raced along his prick. The hot blast of his jism refused to wait any longer.
He exploded into her cunt.
He fucked wildly until his prick was depleted. When Dr. Nathaniel finished, he took a step back and allowed the blonde teenager to hang limp and tired from the iron bar. A strand of blonde hair strayed into her eyes. He moved it away to give her clear vision.
"See, pleasing your master isn't so bad, is it, slave?"
"Why do you do this to me?" asked Manna. Her pussy was still on fire. It was as if the man had dipped his prick, in acid before fucking her. Everywhere he'd touched her body burned like hellfire.
"I told you. This is a philosophy lesson for you. A personalized lesson in what makes you tick. You want abuse. And I'll continue giving it to you until you figure that out."
She shuddered. Manna knew he was intent on humiliating her in every way possible. He wanted her to feel dirty about what he did to her. The rape, the chains, the whippings, all were planned by Dr. Nathaniel to make her feel like a common slut.
And she wanted more!