Robert Vickers - Sex slave coed

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.

Dr. Nathaniel chained her to the bed when he and his two friends left the house. Manna cried for a while, then simply lay there, trying to figure out what part of her body hurt the most.

Her shoulders were in bad shape from when Dr. Nathaniel had swung her around the iron bar and fucked her. But her back was crisscrossed with whip marks. He had given her an expert and painful lashing. Her asshole burned from the hot sauce tat had been applied to the man's hard fucking prick, and the pain shot all the way up into her bowels. She thought she would shit at any instant from that. And her cunt! That was worst of all.

It was empty.

Manna wanted Dr. Nathaniel to fuck her. She had to feel his hard, monster, virile cock surging in and out of her juicy pussy again. But he had only chained her down to the bed and left her to mull over her new role as his slave.

She didn't know what she could do to please him more. Miserable, the blonde teenager lay in the dark room and sobbed. Then she heard a rustling sound from outside the window. It came again. A metallic ripping noise echoed through the room as the screen was pulled away.

Manna turned and saw Bert coming through the burglarized window.

"Bert!" she cried. "What are you doing here? You can't…" She cut off her protests. She was bare ass naked, chained and had turned into the philosophy professor's sex slave. It wasn't her place to tell any man what to do.

"I saw what went on in the other room. God, Manna, how'd you ever fall into that bastard's clutches? It's criminal." He began working on her chains and locks.

"You didn't call the cops, did you?" Manna asked, afraid that she would be involved and publicly humiliated.

"No way. You don't need to have your picture run in every paper in the country as the victim of some sadist. Here, good, I got your chains loose. And put this on. Sorry, but I didn't have anything else I could bring."

He handed her a raincoat. She put it on, shivering at the feel of the yellow oilcloth against her naked tits and whipped butt. She cringed when Bert tried to put his arm around her shoulders.

"Hey, it's okay," he said gently. "I can guess what you've been through. You think every man is out to rape you. Don't worry. I'm one of the good guys."

He led her out and they were soon back at his apartment. He fixed her some soup, which Manna drank gratefully.

"And off to bed with you," Bert finally said. "You've had more than enough excitement for a lifetime, and it's all been rolled up into one day."

"To bed?" she said dully, remembering what Bert was like in the sack. The idea of fucking him didn't seem to cause any churning response in her loins.

"Hey, not to bed that way. Just to sleep. Get your strength back and forget all about Dr. Nathaniel."

Bert put her to bed and went to sleep on the sofa in the other room. But Manna couldn't sleep. Bert had mentioned a magical name – Dr. Nathaniel. Roger. Her lover.

She couldn't abandon him. He'd left her chained to the bed for a reason. She deserved to be punished.

But Bert had taken her away from that, hadn't he? The college student really cared for her. He had rescued her from the clutches of an evil, sadistic man.

Manna kept telling herself that over and over. But it didn't seem to stick in her head. All the blonde teenager could think of was Dr. Nathaniel and her need for what he had to offer. Maybe her bizarre sexual needs would diminish with time. Bert was gentle and kind and considerate. And he bored her shitless.

Manna rose and put on the raincoat again, tiptoed past the sleeping Bert and was gone into the night. Her feet seemed to have wings on them as she went back to where she belonged.

"Fix breakfast, slave," came the cold command.

Manna got out of bed, her chains rattling as she shuffled off into the kitchen to obey Dr. Nathaniel spoke, she obeyed. It made her happy to please the man. But she wished he would lengthen the chains binding her ankles so she could walk. But still, she didn't blame him for that. She had run off with Bert when she knew she was supposed to stay inside the house. This was only his way of making sure she didn't do it again.

She turned on the range and began breaking eggs into the skillet to prepare food for her master.

When the philosophy professor moved in behind the naked, chained girl, he put his hands on both her tits. The young college student glanced down and saw his knuckles turning white as he squeezed with brutal strength. She gasped but went on preparing breakfast as she'd been told to do.

But a wet feeling built up in her cunt. She felt the old familiar emptiness in her pussy again. The blonde teenager would soon be begging him to fuck her.

"What's wrong?" the man demanded. "You're slowing down. I want my food – now!"

"Y-yes, master," she stuttered. But she knew it wasn't quick enough to please her master. The young college student cringed just thinking how he would sternly discipline her this time.

His prick thrust up between her legs. Her cunt juice flowed and ran out of her pussy. She couldn't help herself. She was excited at the feel of that virile cock. He ran his prick back and forth along the humid crease of her ass. It pulled the twin as cheeks apart slightly.

That tiny motion brought tears to Manna's eyes. Her whipped ass was still healing. He had done terrible things to it and it was still sensitive. When Dr. Nathaniel beget to bounce up and down and tub his hairy thighs against her naked ass, Manna couldn't hold back nay longer. She openly cried.

"Tears for your master? You don't think I'm good enough for you, is that it?" The man's hands never left their stations on her tits. Like crushing a beer can, Dr. Nathaniel clamped down on her tits with punishing force.

"No, master, please! Ohhhhh!"

Her pleas only egged the man on. He enjoyed seeing her debase herself. But he released her tits. Like compressed springs, the titflesh sprang back to full size. Handprints were left on the smooth cones of naked flesh. Her once perfect alabaster white skin had become marred with the red outlines of the man's hands.