Manna screamed when Dr. Nathaniel ripped off the adhesive tape around her waist. Huge red welts appeared. And when he undid her hands, she screamed again. The young girl didn't care if it got all the cops in the world down on them.
Dr. Nathaniel seemed unconcerned when he allowed her to fall to her knees under the iron bar. It was as if none of his neighbors would ever complain about odd noises coming from this house. And maybe they wouldn't. Manna didn't know. She felt cut off from the rest of the world, abandoned, helpless in a situation she couldn't begin to control.
"Wh-what are you going to do with me now?" she asked, eager and scared.
"Silence, slut. You will speak only when you are spoken to. And you will always address me as master. For your breach of discipline, I must punish you."
[missing text] at the leather length with frightened eyes, not believing the man would use it on her. He did. It sang its ugly song and the leather tip licked in an obscenely light touch across her shoulders.
The blonde girl almost passed out from that touch. It didn't give her much pain, but it was enough to spark rebellion. She tried to stand. The whip yanked her feet from under her. Falling heavily to the floor, she was totally at his mercy – and mercy was lacking in the philosophy professor. He used the whip sparingly but every single stroke found a delicate portion of her body.
He found her nipples and whipped them until they stood up bright red and throbbingly painful. He snapped it across her belly. The tip of the whip tried to wiggle its way down into her bell button. He whipped her cunt, not sparing a single square inch of her cunt lips. The man's ability was unparalleled as he lashed repeatedly on the smooth curves of her white asscheek over and ever he whipped her until Manna curled up in a whimpering ball in the center of the living room.
She hardly realized it when Dr. Nathaniel put the chains around her hands and ankles, binding them closely together. By straining Manna could get to her knees, but the shortness of the chain between her wrists and ankles prevented her from straightening. There was no way she could stand.
"What are you doing?" she demanded. The whip landed on her naked shoulders, giving her intense pain. "Master," she added hastily and, too late.
"Friends come," was all Dr. Nathaniel said.
Manna couldn't understand that. Friends? What was the man doing to her? Did he want them to watch while he abused her? She shivered. There was no end to the degradation. She felt her pussy beginning to dampen at the thought.
No matter what the philosophy professor said, this wasn't normal. And yet Manna got off in a big way on being mistreated. The whipping actually sparked her cunt into drooling for cock. The division between pain and pleasure was narrowing in her mind.
Pain equaled pleasure. Pleasure equaled pain.
"On your knees, slut," Dr. Nathaniel commanded. Manna struggled to obey. She had been so lost in her own misery and thoughts she hadn't heard the other two men enter. She looked up directly at the one man's crotch. A long, erect prick sprouted upward just inches from her mouth.
"Give him a blow jab," ordered Dr. Nathaniel. The whip reinforced his command. Manna pulled the hard, jerking cock toward her ruby lips. She lightly kissed the tip and the man went wild, jumping up and down.
"Shit," he said. "I didn't believe you, Roger. I never thought you'd get a chick this pretty to give me head. And God, can she suck cock!"
"I pay my debts," Dr. Nathaniel said. "And my personal slave is only too willing to give you a blow job, aren't you, slut?"
The whip lashed her exposed shoulders again. Manna went back to sucking the prick. It seemed the safest thing for her to do. Answering in any other way would only anger her master.
Her tongue slipped from between her lips and pressed into the tip of the man's cock. Her long fingers circled his shaft and held his cock stationary. She probed with the very tip of her tongue until she found his piss-slit. Trying to drive her tongue down his tiny cum-hole prow ed impossible. From the way they were both breathing, Manna knew it turned them both on in a big way.
"Shit, I never thought a blow job could be this good," the man said. "Goon and suck my cock. Do it any Goddamn way you want."
"No," corrected Dr. Nathaniel. "It'll be done the way I want. She obeys me, don't you, cunt?"
Her blonde head bobbed in agreement. She didn't get another taste of the stinging whip. She glowed inside. She was pleasing her master.
The young college student's tongue flicked and lightly touched all over his cock. There didn't seem to be any pattern, but soon the girl's tongue brushed across every single square inch of his cockflesh. Then she began working on his balls hidden inside his jeans. She teased them out with her tongue and lightly licked the hairy sac until the man groaned in stark pleasure.
She sucked. She pulled his balls into her mouth and began gnawing gently on them. The man stroked across the smoothness of her silky hair. Manna had trouble reaching his prick due to the chains around her wrists and the way they were fastened to her ankles, but she succeeded. She had to if she wanted to please Dr. Nathaniel.
The blonde teenage felt his balls tumbling wildy inside the tiny sac. She pressed her tongue against the side and tried batting them around. The lead-heavy stew of his jism boiled and threatened to blast out the tip of his prick.
"Suck more. God, I feel like I'm going to come!"
"Come whenever you want," said Dr. Nathaniel. "You won her fair and square in the card game."
Manna flared inside. She'd been won in a card game! Her master had gambled her mouth and lost. But she didn't dare stop giving head. She had to suck this stud off to keep the whip from scoring across the whiteness of her back.
Chains clanked as she moved her hands up and down the thickness of the man's prick. She quickly clamped her sucking lips on the acorn-tipped end of his cock. Her cheeks went hollow with the suction she applied. The man danced around, moaning loudly.
"If I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't I've believed it," said the other man. "Do I get a chance at her mouth, too? I still have the marker from the game."
Manna heard paper rustling. Dr. Nathaniel laughed and said, "He's enjoying the blow job too much. Why don't you whip out your prick and fuck her? She won't mind. She loves it, don't you, cunt?"
The whip sent intense agony ripping into her young body. The blonde coed tried to move away but the chains on her wrists and ankles prevented it. She was totally at the philosophy professor's mercy.
"So I can just drop down behind and butt-fuck her?" the man asked. "Shit, this is too good to be true. Uh, Roger, are you sure she likes this sort of trip? It's pretty heavy."
"Speak, slave. Tell him how much you love all this."
"I do, God, yes, I love this, master!" she blurted. Manna felt a hot flush crossing her face. She hardly believed she had actually uttered those horrible words. But she meant them, no matter how disgusting it seemed to her. She needed the abuse Dr. Nathaniel gave her…
It put meaning into her life that had never been there before. She knew her role. She knew what her single goal was to pleasure her master. That kept life a lot simpler than it had been when she worried about jobs and competing with men and all the other hassles in the world.
"Fuck her asshole," came Dr. Nathaniel's cold words.
The second man dropped his jeans to expose a long, hard prick that made Manna's pussy water just looking at it.
"Oil that prick of yours, dummy," said the mane Manna was sucking off. "You wanna tear her ass up or something?"
"Listen to the big stud. Whatta you know about butt-fucking?" But the man behind her stopped and looked down at her. "What do I grease my cock with?"
"Here," said Dr. Nathaniel, handing over a tiny jar. "Hot sauce. It will make your fucking even more intense."
"Well," the man said dubiously, "if you say so."
Manna watched him squirt the slick red sauce all aver his prick. He took his cock in hand and ran his fingers up and down it a couple times until it was thoroughly covered with the hot sauce. Then he advanced. She gasped when he dropped to his knees behind her and put his hands on the white curves of her ass.
He twisted and pulled until he could shove his prick down into the humid canyon between her meaty slabs of ass. She cringed as she felt the reaction of the hot sauce on her welts. Wherever Dr. Nathaniel had whipped her burned like hellfire. No matter how she turned, she couldn't escape.
"Goddamn, but her ass is hot!"
"Shut up and fuck her, for Christ's sake," called the other man. "I can't keep going much longer. Her mouth is like a fucking vacuum cleaner. She's gonna pull all the jizz outta my balls yet."
"Her asshole," the man behind mumbled. "It's like a tiny door that's slammed shut." He pressed forward and the blonde teenager yelped. He reduced the amount of pressure and soon the tiny muscle of her sphincter opened enough to allow his hot-sauced drenched cock into her asshole.
A shudder passed through her body. Pain! Searing paint the hot sauce touched her raped asshole and sent lightning bolts of agony up her spine. Then even more pain threatened to make her pass out. The man rammed his cock balls deep into her asshole.
She wiggled her ass and then shoved it backwards into the man's groin. If she shouldn't stop the pain, she could at least get him fucking her hard enough to make her forget it. She began grinding her butt into his hairy upper thighs.
"Ummmm, God, she's good, Roger. We're gonna have to play poker more often. I never felt a chick this tight around my cock. Hell, I never ass-fucked a chick before," he admitted.
Manna's lips worked like a fish's mouth against the long, throbbing cock pressed deep into her mouth. The way her jaws worked allowed her to tongue the hidden prick, cradling it in her rough tongue to give it all the stimulation she could. She gulped and moved to open up her throat to his prick.
Gasping, she swallowed hard. The thick cock shot past her tonsils and down into her throat. Every time she swallowed, she massaged his deep-throated cock. Then she gasped for air. She couldn't keep him down all day long. Air gusted into her lungs again and she felt the sharp sting of a whip across her back.
"You're not cooperating, cunt," said Dr. Nathaniel in a cold voice. "I shall severely punish you if you don't fully go along with what my friends desire most."
"Watch it, Roger. I'm happy. God, can this bitch suck!"
"Silence," the man barked. The whip licked over her back again and she cringed from the searing agony rocketing into her tender body. "I am the master. She is the slave. I tell her what's best. Now, suck, you cunt, suck better!"
"She may be able to suck better, but her ass couldn't be hotter. Like a blast furnace in there. And it ain't the hot sauce that's doing it. It's like a hangman's noose around my cock, too. If she tightens up any more she'll chop me off at the balls."
"How delightful," said a disgusted Dr. Nathaniel. "Just fuck her ass and be done with it. She needs careful discipline and she won't get it from the likes of you two."
Boy men laughed at the philosophy professor. Manna felt a surge of panic. If they laughed at him, he would only take out his wrath on her. She had to please him. She had to get both these men off in the fastest way possible to keep Dr. Nathaniel from really punishing her.
She tensed up her ass muscles and felt the thick probe of cock moving in her bowels. The hot sauce burned horribly but she had to have him fucking faster, adding to the carnal heat. The sauce leaked from her ass and dribbled down the insides of her thighs. As she tensed, he began plunging in and out with harder strokes. Her cunt juice mingled with the hot sauce to form a burning, sluggish mixture on her whipped thighs.
"I… I'm going to come. Want me to come in her mouth?" asked the man in front of her. He moaned and sank back, his eyes tightly shut. The girl couldn't take her mouth from the end of his prick. If anything, her cheeks went even more hollow under the immense suction she applied to his virile cock.
When his prick began bucking, he arched his back and jammed his cock into the girl's mouth all the way. He began face-fucking her. She swallowed repeatedly, wishing her hands weren't chained. She wanted to fondle his balls, to really make him come.
He gushed out his cum into her mouth then his cock went limp and gently fell from her mouth. Manna gasped and fell face, forward. She managed to catch herself at the last moment. Having her hands chained like this was dangerous.
She concentrated fully on the ass-fucking. She twitched and twisted and drove her ass back into the hot-sauce-covered cock with all the power locked in her lithe body. She soon gasped for air, so excited she could hardly bear another thrust of his cock.
The man's entire body shook as if he were a rat caught in a terrier's jaws. His hips launched forward and his prick vanished entirely into the young college student's asshole.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned out piteously. Only small, trapped animal noises came from her lips. Words were beyond her now.
He fucked her butt with a frenzy of activity. She wanted to take as much of his prick up her ass as she could while it was still steely-hard. His jism would wash away the hot sauce that gave her so much inner torment. As she came, she felt his cock slipping from her butt. His jizz didn't wash out the hot sauce. He creamed all over her whipped, straining back.
She sank forward and huddled on the carpet, whimpering. At least Dr. Nathaniel didn't beat her any more. She had to be content with listening to the rattle of the chains on her wrists and ankles because all three men had left her alone in the room.
Alone with her misery – and her desire for more torment.