And the way her shoulders and arms were aching now, in two days they would be killing her. Dr. Nathaniel couldn't just abandon her like that. He couldn't!
He saw the fear flaring on her beautiful face. He laughed harshly, turned and walked away. Manna almost fainted from the sudden realization that the man could do anything he wanted to her, no matter how depraved.
"I can leave you trussed up like that. Your hands are bound in such a way you could never get free. And think of the mess. Can you hold in all your shit and piss for two days? I doubt it. You'll be standing in the middle of your own foulness."
"You… you'd have to clean it up," Manna said desperately.
"Oh, no, slave, I wouldn't. You would. You would have to lick it up. Push it around with your tongue, then lap it up. Yes."
She almost pissed in fear then. Only the knowledge that the man was telling her exactly what he would have her do stopped the stream of smelly piss. Cold, gnawing fear settled into the coed's belly.
Manna closed her eyes and swallowed hard. And then she yelped when she felt the philosophy professor's cock poke into her cunt lips. She struggled to get away from the unexpected force of his prick. But there was no escape. With her arms bound as they were, she was completely powerless. He could do whatever he wanted to her.
And right now he was going to fuck her.
His hands went under her as cheeks and lifted her up. She was able to support a little more of her weight on her arms, but not enough to take all the strain off. As he lifted her hips upward, her cunt exposed itself to his questing prick.
He jammed his hips forward and sank his cock balls deep in her juicy cunt.
They both gasped at the sudden penetration of her tight cunt.
It could have hurt if her cunt hadn't been dewy from the idea of having him fuck her. As it was, she merely groaned when she felt his thick cock driving all the way in, spreading her pussy walls out of its way.
Once buried in her juicy cunt, his cock didn't feel any different than any other man's. Closing her eyes, the teenager was able to make believe that this was happening all in a dream, that it wasn't a flesh and blood cock fucking her pussy.
She kept telling herself this over and over.
He started swinging her in a shallow arc. She rocked to and fro on the iron rod. This carried her cunt away from his prick. I didn't have to move his hips at all. Her swinging body was doing all the work of fucking.
She was actually fucking herself for her master's convenience.
He continued swinging her back and forth on his prick several times. Once, she grunted and felt the entire length of her cunt collapse around the massive girth of his cock. She felt the broad purple cockhead deep inside her. It danced around with wild lust.
Every single contour of his cock stood out in bold relief. She even felt his balls banging against her asshole. She remembered when he had chained her and fucked her asshole. And how he had whipped her. And abused and degraded her – like he was doing now. Then all such memories were driven from her head. He was rocking her high on the bar, then releasing her.
The pain was immense in her shoulders and spreading rapidly into her chest. This cancelled out the intense pleasure he was generating in her trim, lush body by fucking her.
"Ummmmm, good, master, so good!"
"It should be," he grunted. "I know what my slaves want. And you want more cock, don't you, cunt? Don't you?"
He emphasized the question with a faster swing. She had to put her legs up around his waist. The rocking motion made her feel as if she'd go sailing off into space at any instant.
He took the slender legs wrapping around his waist as a sign that she was agreeing with him. He fucked faster.
The lewd squishing noise as his cock reamed in and out of her juicy pussy filled the silent house. It echoed and came back to taunt the bound, helpless girl. She felt so many conflicting emotions at the moment, the sounds only added to her confusion.
She should have been aroused by the sounds of fucking. It was a good sound. The noises of a man fucking a woman should have sent her off on a wild climax. But all she could think of was the strange position she found herself in. Here she was, tied up around an iron bar, swinging back and forth so that the philosophy professor's prick penetrated her cunt. And she was actually beginning to enjoy the hell out of it.
She shouldn't have. She tried to keep that thought in mind. This was sick, wanting to be someone else's slave. No matter that the man was dominating, more masculine than any stud she'd ever met before. This was the era of women's lib. She had tried to be independent, as assertive as any man, to raise her own consciousness.
She loved being the helpless slave of this commanding man.
No matter how degrading, she enjoyed it. Then she screamed out a loud, ear-piercing scream of agony. The philosophy professor had added a new dimension of pain to the fucking.
He'd pulled a bit of the adhesive tape off the roll and plastered it across her aroused tits. Then he yanked it off. She felt her sensitive, delicate skin tearing.
Her tits hammered with forbidden desires. They were like balloons overfilled with air. They threatened to pop at any instant. And then he ripped the adhesive tape off her nipples.
The arrow of pain shot deep into her chest. The waves of pain from her tortured tits and aching shoulders pressed downward in a dull tide. It threatened to swamp her young body. But the pleasure building in her cunt was more than enough to offset it.
Somehow, Dr. Nathaniel had achieved just the right balance of torment. The dull, aching pain was erased by the wellings of joy from her well-fucked pussy. She didn't understand it. It only made her more confused than ever.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed out.
"Why? This is your lesson for the day. Don't you find it instructive? Pain can be very instructive. And I want you to think about why you are content to be my sex slave. Why you keep coming back for more. Why you enjoy being chained and whipped and raped. Think about it, you stupid cunt, think about it!"
He started swinging her in a long arc. Each time their crotches smashed together, it was like a car slamming into a wall. He penetrated her cunt deeper and deeper as the force of his fucking strokes increased.
The blonde teenager took the full pressure on her arms. They were aching horribly but she couldn't think of anything but her pussy. It burned with desire!
She hated herself for that. But her body was telling her to enjoy this rape.
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.