With his cock already pressing hard into her pussy walls, he gave her added punishment. His bucking, jerking cock stretched her in new and different directions. She moaned loudly and then buried her face in the hollow of his neck. The sensations assaulting her body were too intense for her to bear up under for long. She felt the familiar sexual tensions building up inside her cunt.
The blonde coed didn't know if it came from the feel of his cock heating up her pussy walls or from the fact he had chained her like an animal after forcing her to strip. It didn't matter. She was getting a sexual thrill so intense off this bondage fucking that she felt like she was walking a tight-wire and might slip into ecstasy at any instant.
Every time his cock, drove hard and hot into her, the friction made her just a little more aroused. The way he twitched his hips around stirred his hard, throbbing cock inside her like a spoon in a mixing bowl.
She began kissing and licking along the line of his jaw. She slithered back to the hollow under his ear. Her tongue flashed out. Hotly, Manna whispered in his ear, "I love this, master. I love the feel of your cock in me. Fuck me harder!"
She tensed her leg wrapped around his waist to show him exactly what she wanted. This action pulled him closer and drove his cock a fraction of an inch farther up her fuming hot cunt.
He locked his knees again. His prick shot up into her pussy like a rocket blasting off into orbit. This caused the blonde teenager to lose her balance. She couldn't stand on tiptoe any longer. She stumbled and fell heavily, unable to break her fall with her chained hands.
On her back, she stared up at the man towering above her. His cock looked like a telephone pole jutting from his groin.
"Slut," was all he said as he jerked off over her. The stream of jizz arched up and spattered her face. The hot, gooey cum leaked down and matted in her eyes. Her tongue probed out and discovered one tiny river. The blonde teenager hungrily lapped the cum all up, begging silently for more.
He didn't give it to her. He just jerked so hard on the chain it spun her around. He undid her wrists, then unleashed her neck. Manna wiped the cum from her eyes and stared up at the philosophy professor.
"Be at my house in one hour," he said. "And if you're even one second late, I will severely punish you."
Without another word, Dr. Nathaniel spun and left the classroom. Manna lay on the cold linoleum floor for a long time both hating and loving him. Then she slowly got to her feet and dressed.
Her master had said he'd punish her if she didn't show up in exactly one hour. The young coed didn't want to anger him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Manna was almost in tears by the time she got to Dr. Nathaniel's house. She ran to the front door and knocked loudly. After what seemed an eternity to the blonde teenager, the door swung open. Dr. Nathaniel stood just inside, cloaked in shadow.
[missing text] wooden panel, then knocked again, this time more insistently. When the door opened again, the young college student dropped to her knees and threw her arms around the man's legs. She buried her face between his thighs.
"Forgive me, master. Please forgive me! It wasn't my fault! Honest!"
He spun and threw her face down on the floor of the living room. The door slammed shut and the lock sounded like a peal of doom to the young girl. But she felt a surge of desire. She hadn't been cast off. He still cued. He could have totally ignored her for her failure to be here on time.
"Stand!" he ordered.
Manna got to her feet, her knees rubbery with reaction. She gasped when his light touch stroked over her check and reached the neckline of her blouse. Those fingers turned to steel. He yanked, sending the buttons from her blouse skittering all aver the room. Another swift pull and her bra lay in tatters.
"Get out of that grotesque skin," he commanded, turning his back on her and leaving the room. The blonde teenager broke a fingernail hastening to obey her master. He had been good to her. He hadn't thrown her out when she'd disobeyed his command to be here on time. The least she could do was try to please him now.
"S-should I leave on the stockings and garter belt?" she asked, her voice quivering with desire and anticipation – and a little fear. There was no limit to the power this man wielded over her. He could do anything he wanted.
The only answer she got was his strong hands pulling her toward the doorway where he'd been putting an iron rod into special brackets. The iron bar was just at chest level. He flung her hard against it. The blonde coed turned and found she'd played directly into the evil man's hands.
He lifted her arms over the bar, then used adhesive tape to fasten her wrists to another loop of tape around her waist. The bar effectively pinioned her arms, forming an axle about which the philosophy professor could spin her. The sticky adhesive tape would hurt like hell when he pulled it off her, too. But what did he care? That might only add to his enjoyment later.
"Please, master. This buns!"
"Tough shit!" he said in a voice hardly more than a whisper. "You're hanging nice and loose for me."
He gave her a shove and sent her rocking, the bar under her armpits supporting her weight.
"And your feet just barely touch the floor. Good."
Manna noticed how she was straining. Her toes barely touched the floor. The aching in her calves was beginning to rival the pain she felt in her shoulders and arms. And there was no telling what the man would do to her.
Dr. Nathaniel walked back and forth in front of her, surveying the way she strained. Her tits were pressed almost flat against her chest with the strain of maintaining the position. Her leg muscles were tight and firm. Her ass tensed and looked inviting enough to fuck. Her pussy fur was already dotted with tiny beads of cunt juice. Just being tied up and at the mercy of this man was enough to make the young college student want him.
He continued letting his eyes roam over her helpless young body. It seemed to bother her. He liked that. It made him feel even more powerful. As she shifted position trying to get more comfortable, the firm mounds of her tits bounced just a little. Not too much, not too floppy, but enough to show she had big enough tits to be interesting.
Her brown aureoles were visibly pulsating. The bright red nipples pasted on her tits pointed directly at him. They might have been accusing fingers.
He stepped closer and took her tits in hand and shoved hard. The smooth skin flowed under his fingers and the girl's body rocked and swayed on the iron bar.
"Yes," he said. "That's good." He licked his lips as he studied her wanton nakedness.
The man could hardly believe his good fortune in finding such a willing coed. Her big tits were nice but the rest of the package was well worth a second look, especially now that she was completely under his power.
The trim waist hinted at one hell of a good fuck awaiting him. Her ass was warm and womanly. It wasn't one of those tight, masculine butts so many of the teenagers sported. This was a real ass, a fuck able ass.
He grabbed hold of both cheeks, one in each hand. He tried to pull the assflesh from the blonde teenager's body. She had to arch her back and shove her cunt toward him. She softly moaned.
He couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure. Not that it mattered to him.
He was getting his rocks off already. More succulent woman flesh would be his before he finished with Manna. His cock turned cartwheels in his pants. It was begging to be let out to dip into the pink cunt lips underneath that platinum patch of pussy hair.
"You like it, don't you?" he demanded. "You want me to fuck you. You want my prick buried balls deep in your slimy cunt. Perhaps I'll just leave you for a while. This is Friday. I could come back Sunday evening."
"Two days!" cried Manna, shocked. "You can't leave me here like this for two days! You just can't!" A feeling of utter helplessness flooded her senses. She strained to pull at the adhesive tape. It itched and cut deeper into her soft flesh. There was no escape for her.