Robert Vickers - Sex slave coed

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!

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?"