He ran his fingers between her thighs and stroked them along her labia, finding them already well lubricated with her arousal. Innocence gasped as she felt herself being touched so intimately.
"This bondage also allows for coupling," he told the class. Then he held up his wet fingers for the class to see. "And as you can see, Innocence has responded nicely. She is quite ready for intercourse."
Innocence groaned as she heard the professor's words and then felt her face turn crimson as she saw his glistening fingers. She prayed for the class to end soon but she knew that she still had a long ordeal ahead of her.
"But there will be no coupling as part of this class," Richard continued. This was meant with groans and moaning from many of the males and several of the females.
"Becky," Richard continued, "would you be so kind as to remove your clamps? Then we'll get on with the demonstration."
"Sure, Professor," said Becky. She leaned down and quickly unfastened the clamp on Cency's left breast. Then, much to Cency's surprise and chagrin, Becky sucked the abused little nubbin into her mouth and pulsed it in and out, sending more unwanted thrills through Cency's body. Becky moved to the other side of the rack and repeated her actions but suckled longer on the right nipple. Innocence closed her eyes in shame as she felt her climax approaching and then groaned as it erupted within her. This can't be happening to me, she thought.
"Ooooo!" squealed Becky with delight as she saw the beautiful teaching assistant's body tense and then tremble in orgasm. "I'm good at that!"
Richard chuckled. "Yes, you seem to be very good at that. Now, we have one more demonstration and then we'll talk about your homework assignment. Do you remember the spiked wheel?"
Heads nodded around the room in confirmation. Innocence's eyes flew open wide at the question. Even through her orgasmic haze, she had heard the words of the professor and was aghast. She too remembered the spiked wheel and wanted no part of it. It was designed to perforate the flesh and cause the victims to die a slow and painful death as their blood oozed out of their tortured bodies.
"Well, meet the modern version," he said as he held up a small device. It looked like a tiny metal pinwheel with a handle. Innocence breathed a small sigh of relief when she saw it. It still looked like it could be painful but it was not nearly as menacing as what the Inquisitors had used.
Richard held the device to Cency's arm and pushed it, letting the pinwheel with its spikes roll across her flesh. She felt the little pin pricks against her skin and felt gooseflesh forming down her arm.
He moved it to her right breast and let the wheel roll around the base of the generous mound. "It has the ability to be cruel but is usually just used to sensitize the flesh. What do you feel, Cency?"
"I feel it, Professor," said Innocence as she watched the little spikes move across her flesh, as she tried to be as scientific and precise in her response as she could be. "It definitely feels sharp. But it kind of tickles too."
Richard nodded. "And it can be used anywhere on the body." To illustrate his point, he shifted the device to the bound girl's sex. He let the pinwheel roll up and down each labia and then rolled it repeatedly across Cency's clit. Innocence shuddered again and then groaned as another orgasm shook her body.
She was left panting on the rack as the students returned to their seats. She felt so embarrassed. Not only was she naked in front of her fellow students but she had climaxed three times. And two of her orgasms had come at the hands of another female! She was mortified.
"Your assignment is to find five more modern day versions of the instruments of the Inquisition. Provide a full description of each. Illustrations are allowed. And be sure that you know what you are talking about because you may be asked to demonstrate one in a future class.
Chapter 4
Innocence continued to daydream as she lounged in the bed, feeling the sunlight warming her body. She kept her limbs outstretched in the spread eagle position as she remembered the events of the past year.
After the students left the classroom on the day she was naked, Richard returned to the rack but he did not immediately release Innocence. Instead, he placed a hand on one of her breasts and gently squeezed it. "That was beautiful."
"Oh, Professor," she blurted. "It happened again. I'm so sorry."
He continued to palpate her breast and he noticed that she did not tense or resist or complain. He slid his fingers over the amazingly firm mound until he captured her nipple, squeezing it and twisting it lightly. "I don't know why you keep apologizing. It truly was beautiful. And you truly are a treasure. It's your slave heart that enhances your beauty."
Innocence groaned and closed her eyes, shaking her head back and forth. "I can't believe I let that happen. It was so embarrassing."
At this point, the nipple was as stiff as a pebble and he was letting it slide through his fingers as he lifted. He admired how the fleshy orb elongated into a cone as he stretched upward. Then he would release the nipple and let the breast fall back into shape before repeating his actions.
"You need to come to terms with your slave heart," he finally said. He could toy with her breasts all day but he had a meeting to attend. "I will leave you like this for the time being. I will be back in an hour to release you. We can talk more then."
Innocence gasped. "Professor, you can't! What if someone walks in and finds me?"
"I'll lock the door and put a sign on it." Then he leaned down and kissed each of the stiff nipples, enjoying the feel of them against his lips, before kissing her forehead. This girl offered so many possibilities. The more exposed he was to Innocence, the more he wanted to possess her. He would explore every avenue until he figured out a way to make her his own little slave girl.
She groaned again as the door clicked shut. For the first twenty minutes, she fretted and worried that someone might discover her. But then she realized that there was nothing she could do about it. She finally resigned herself to the fact that she was naked and bound and vulnerable and she relaxed. She thought about her experiences and feelings over the past hour.
"Have you come to terms with your slave heart?" Richard asked when he returned ninety minutes later. This time he stood on the other side of the rack and toyed with her right breast. Again, he marveled at the soft, firm warmth.
"Yes, Professor," she replied. "I have."
He started toying with the nipple, circling his finger around it before gripping it and tugging it upward. "And what did you conclude?"
Innocence sucked in her breath as he squeezed the sensitive bud. She lifted her head and saw her breast being stretched upward. This time, however, it did not embarrass her. For some reason, it seemed right that someone should be using her body. It was the most natural thing at the moment.
"I have acknowledged to myself that I have a slave heart," she responded. "Some part of me needs to be dominated for some reason that I don't understand. But I don't know what to do about it."
He tugged the nipple upward and reached down with his free hand to where her thighs met. One stroke of his fingers between her petals showed him that she was still quite wet. He found that remarkable. He had been gone for an hour and a half and she had been left alone with no stimulation. He was surprised that she was still so aroused; so amazingly aroused.