Robert Vickers - Sex slave coed

"Down on the floor."

She started to turn and look at the man, but a sudden clanking movement wrapped the end of a chain around her neck. She simply dropped to her knees and stared up at the philosophy professor. He locked the chain firmly around her throat turning her into a dog on a leash. For whatever reason, Manna's cunt began watering excitedly. She turned and rummaged around until she found the black mesh stockings and a frilly garter belt. She'd never worn one before, but it was both obvious and simple how to put it on.

The blonde teenager stepped into it and settled the lacy belt into place on her flaring hips. Then she put on first one and then the other of the black mesh stockings. They were cool and silky against her feverish skin. She stroked up and down them a few times, wrinkling them so she could smooth them out again.

"Stop stalling," he barked.

She shivered in reaction. She knew she was Dr. Nathaniel's prisoner. The chain around her neck told her that. But she was strangely attracted. She liked the feel of the links cutting into her tender flesh. And she liked having this dominant man tell her what to do.

She fastened the tops of the stockings to the garter belt, then stood. Looking at herself in a wall mirror, the blonde teenager whistled in surprise.

Standing there looking back wasn't a young girl. It was a woman. A lush, ripe, sophisticated woman capable of pleasuring any man. The black stockings made her maturity obvious to her.

"Very well, now that you've finished putting them on, come here!"

She turned and felt a cold lump form in the pit of her stomach. He was standing beside the sofa, a long whip curling and uncurling beside him as he flicked his wrist.

"No!" Manna shrieked. "You can't do that. You can't whip me like ah animal!"

The whip sang. And when it touched her arm with such an obscenely soft caress she almost fainted dead away. There wasn't the slightest trace of pain, just surprise. Seeing her stunned expression, the man laughed harshly.

"When I want you to feel pain, you'll feel real pain. I am the master of pain! And don't you forget it, slut. Now come here."

He yanked on the whip handle and the young college student sailed across the room. The leather band had tightened miraculously to the point where it was like a handcuff on her wrist.

She stumbled and fell at his feet. This seemed to please him.

"My shoes are dirty," he said. "Lick them clean."

She started to rebel. This wasn't what she'd come across town far. Then from the corner of her eye she saw the long whip moving slowly back and forth, as if barely restrained and hungering for her blood. She knew he would love to beat her until her flesh hung in tatters from her body.

Manna wouldn't give him that pleasure. She licked all the dust from his shoes.

Just as she finished his left shoe, he took a step backwards. She cringed in anticipation of the whip lashing out and dancing across her naked back.

The blow never came. Instead, his voice echoed in her ears, taunting her.

"You didn't lick fast enough. I gave you your chance to please me and you failed. What should your punishment be?"

Manna didn't want to answer. But when the whip cracked loudly in the air just above her head, she stammered out, "I… I don't know, master. Please spare me!"

"Spare you?" he roared. "Of all the ridiculous things! Spare you? I'm going to whip you!"

She felt the sting even as she heard a hard wooden rod whistling through the air. The pain shot into her ass and made her moan. This was too much. She was going to throw off the chain around her neck, get out of the silly garter belt and stockings and leave. But the rod descended on her ass again and again. She tried to roll and avoid the punishment.

The chain fastened to her neck prevented it. And then, when she got to her hands and knees again, she felt the first real pain since she had been in Dr. Nathaniel's grips.

The wooden rod sang through the air to smash against her pussy lips. No longer was he beating her on the fleshy part of her as cheeks. He was driving each and every blow between her as cheeks so the rod would strike her exposed and obscenely drooling cunt lips.

And yes, her pussy lips were wet with desire. Manna couldn't believe it. The stinging blow had made them come more alive than the blonde teenager had ever felt them before. She'd mistakenly thought only fucking could make her cunt dampen with desire. She was obviously wrong. A stream of her fuck juices leaked out and trickled down the inside of her tender thighs.

The blow landing on her cunt lips made them sting and smart. The blood, however, rushing into them confused her. The glands inside her curd churned out thick oils to lubricate her pussy for fucking. Blood-engorged pussy lips equaled fucking to her dazed mind.

And Dr. Nathaniel made sure her cunt lips were adequately stimulated. By the time he was panting and his arm tired, her cunt lips were covered with ugly red welts. And her ass was completely criss-crossed with the red lines showing where every blow had landed. He looked at his handiwork smiling wickedly.

"Get ready, slut, because your master is going to fuck your asshole."

"No, please, wait! Not after you've whipped my ass like that! I… I'm too sore!"

But she knew her argument was only spurring the philosophy professor on. He dropped behind her and this time his hands pressed firmly into her tortured assflesh. She moaned and then howled in pain as he began kneading the soft, brutalized butt. He took one asscheek in each hand and began rotating them in opposite directions.

The girl thought he was trying to pull those doughy mounds of ass flesh from her body. He gave her more pain than she could cope with. Every nerve in her body fired a message of stark agony to her brain.

She wanted to die but she knew he would never allow it. Her master wouldn't get as much thrill from her death as he would from fucking a living, tortured ass.

"Stop it. That hurts!"

"That's the idea, slut. You slaves are all alike. You think you can do anything and get away with it. Strict discipline is all you'll find while you're in this house!"

Then she felt his prick begin to nudge into her flesh. It surprised her how fast the man had gotten another hard-on. His cock had to be a full-sized fucking tool from the way it prodded into her butt.

She fell forward onto the floor. The pain in her ass rocketed throughout her entire body. As he fucked into her asshole, she tried to avoid both the hard-driving prick and the feel of his legs moving so roughly against her whipped ass.

She didn't escape for long. Powerful hands slipped under her body and easily lifted her. She wouldn't have believed this tall man possessed such strength.

And he was going to fuck her ass. Nothing less would do for her master now that the thought had entered his mind. It didn't matter that he had already fucked the girl in the other room – if she was even still in the house. Manna wasn't really sure, but she suspected they we alone now, the other girl having left immediately after Dr. Nathaniel had fucked her.

The philosophy professor pulled her to a kneeling position again and bent her body forward until she was supporting herself on her hands once more. He was fucking her in the same position he had started in.

The only difference was where his cock probed. He headed for her asshole this time.

She remembered what it had been like sucking his prick. She had been delirious with excitement. Now she wasn't quite so sure she wanted to go through with this. The entire scene had changed strangely on her. This man wasn't the stud she thought he was. He could tear her apart with a single thrust of his cock. He could make her bleed to death from torn inner membranes.

Manna knew he was capable of that and more.