As the flame sputtered and went out, she collapsed weakly to the table. It had been more of an emotional strain on her than she'd thought. For the first time, the young college student was able to really feel the pain inching up her limbs.
Her arms were dead from lack of circulation. He'd tied her down so tightly it would be long minutes after he released her before she got the blood flowing easily through her wrists again. And her legs were hardly in better condition.
One ankle had been tied to one leg of the table with the other bound to the far leg. She was held spread-eagle in a painful stretch that hit directly at her cunt. It wouldn't have taken much to rip her apart all the way to the chin. This was another reason the candle had affected her pussy so much.
She was virgin-tight to begin with. Pulling her legs apart so much made her cunt even tighter. Her flesh actually cringed from the candle's flame. It was a torture neither subtle nor caring for her safety.
But Manna had triumphed. No matter what Dr. Nathaniel did to her, she could survive it and continue to feel superior to him. Let him try to get back at his "slave". He wouldn't be able to do it!
She saw this as a fight between the two of them for domination of the other. She used sex as a weapon, softly, gently, and quietly. And he was masculine in his approach. He was brutal and forthright. He made his move and then stood behind it without flinching. Torture? Sure, if it suited his purposes. But she wouldn't allow pain to intrude.
Yet… yet she wished he would win. A dominant man was so sexy! She got off in a big way on all he was doing, though she could hardly admit it to him or even herself.
"The chair's ready," he announced. Dr. Nathaniel didn't bother to yank out the candle, but then he didn't relight it, either. He said nothing about it. She wondered if he really cared at all that her pussy lips were still stinging and red from the flame's searing touch?
She doubted it. Dr. Nathaniel didn't seem to even notice as he pulled her off the table after untying her. The blonde teenager tried to fight him off and found her arms and legs refusing to obey her.
The lack of circulation betrayed her and she fell heavily to the floor, a sobbing heap of tortured flesh.
"Get up. Get up, slave. This time I'm going to really fuck you."
She writhed on the floor trying to find a position where the candle wasn't ripping into her guts. A man's cock bent a little when it went into her cunt all the way. The candle was rigid and didn't bend at all. It was digging into her pussy in a way designed to give her nothing but sheer, undiluted pain.
The pain pulled the blonde coed to her feet and she almost fell again. Then she felt the sharp edge of the wooden chair's back shoving into her belly. The candle squirted out of her cunt. This gave her a surge of relief that was almost enough to make her pass out again.
This time she held on grimly. She was fully awake from the beginning as he grabbed first one wrist, then the other and tied them to the chair's front legs.
She had trouble breathing. She began moving her feet to find the best position to worm her way off the chair's back. Suddenly, hands pulled hard at her left ankle. The young college student was jerked forward and felt the wood banging into her knee.
That ankle was firmly secured to the chair leg. And then her right ankle was tied to the other back leg of the chair. She was firmly bent over the back, her ass poking up into the air.
She was helpless, still the philosophy professor's prisoner.
If anything, Manna was in an even more painful and degrading position. Her ass was up in the air for his every lewd, obscene attention. The girl's cunt gaped and tried to tighten down now that the candle was gone. She didn't know how much more she could stand.
"Don't do this to me!" she begged. Her head flopped around on the seat of the chair, a platinum halo all around her face.
"I'll do anything I want," the man informed her coldly. "Feel this, cunt? Feel it?"
She shuddered as his prick drove between the thick slabs of her as cheeks. His huge prick spread her rosy pink ass into two separate globes of firm flesh, then plunged down into the humid canyon to seek out her asshole. She thought he was going to bugger her again.
When she felt the knobby crown of his cock glide past her asshole, she let put a low, heart-felt moan. And it wasn't a moan of pleasure. This hurt now. It hurt worse than anything she have thought possible for her to endure.
As his prick nudged into the tortured lips of her pussy, she began to twitch and writhe around, trying to escape. That wasn't possible. The ropes held her hands too securely. They weren't any looser around her ankles. The flesh on her wrists and ankles was chafed and cut and raw. She could barely stand the dancing needles of pain.
"Stop it, stop it! I can't take any more!"
"You'll have to, won't you, cunt? I'm not going to help you. You tried using sex to get a good grade from me. I won't stop. I'm going to take my pleasure with you and then to hell with you!"
"No, no," the blonde teenager protested. "I just wanted to fuck you. I don't care about a good grade. Ohhhhhh!"
His cockhead shot inside her cunt. She felt torn apart, betrayed. He was driving his cock into her with the slow, sure moves of a man totally certain of his territory. There was none of the desperate fucking she'd hoped he would demonstrate.
The faster he fucked her, the sooner this torture would be over. But he was determined to fuck her right, to get the maximum pleasure for himself.
"God, even after you've had a candle jammed up your cunt, you're tight! I can feel those pussy walls clamping down around my cock."
It was great for the philosophy professor but not for Manna. She was assaulted on all fronts by unforgiving pain. Nowhere to turn, she suffered. She let the pain wash through her young body, a relentless tide of agony not to be denied.
There should have been intense pleasure from feeling the man's prick slowly moving in her juicy cunt. She had gotten off in a big way before on the way he butt-fucked her. It was a thrill, a joy, a thing uncommon and, therefore, to be cherished.
She felt like dying.
The way his prick worked against the walls of her pussy was sheer murder. The pain surged all the way into her belly, exploded and raced up her spine. The corn holing had been kinky and fun in a perverted way. Now he was killing her by slow inches, and there wasn't a damned thing the young girl could do about it.
Manna brought this on herself. And every time she felt his cock work another inch up her pussy, she knew it. But the blonde teenager was a prisoner and was totally at the man's mercy. He could extract all the joy he wanted from her bound and tortured body. And she would have to endure. That was now her lot in life.
Endure. Survive. Try to enjoy it if at all possible.
But it wasn't possible. No matter how she ordered her tormented cunt to enjoy, it revolted. The pain was too great. The feel of his prick moving slowly back and forth in her fuckhole was agony for her after the candle had been inside for so long.
Then the philosophy professor's hips exploded in a frenzy of berserk fucking activity. He fucked her with all the power locked in his body. His hands ripped and tore at the creamy globes of her ass. He tried to tear the doughy mounds from her body as his cock plunged into her seething pussy.
The tightness of her body was increased by the pain. Her fluttering, turgid cunt lips surrounded his prick. The feel of his prick on her reddened, tortured cunt lips was enough to cause the young coed pain. This tightened her cunt around his virile cock. She was hurting bad.
That lit inner fires of desire that the man had never known before. He fucked hey with more speed, more confidence, more ability than ever before. And he loved every second of it.
She was in pain. That made his pleasure all the more intense. His fingers tortured her ass. This tightened her pussy around his prick even more. He fucked into a cunt he would have thought to be a virgin's if he hadn't known better. She was crushing him flat with her steamy, squeezing cunt walls.