The Professor's Sex Slave (3 page)

“
No tears,
Slave.”

“
Yes, Master.”

I was a servant to my Master's will. His
pleasure will be mine. I couldn't cry. I won't cry. His hand rubbed
me relentlessly. Each small circle it drew sent harsh ripples
through my body. He balled his fist in my hair and yanked my head
up. With a dark smile on his face, he grabbed the rose and started
to tug.

The large bead came out
with a
plop
and I felt a wave of release wash over my body. It was
amazing. But that feeling was temporary as his leg drove further up
against my body and the discomfort returned. I whimpered as another
bead came out. My body was quickly adjusting to the sensation when
he suddenly gave a hard yank and pulled the full string of beads
out at once.

I tensed up as the sudden rush of relief
punched through my guts. My eyes rolled back and I collapsed into
his arm again.

He yanked my hair back so that I stared into
his piercing blue eyes. “Are you ready to begin, Slave?”

“
Yes, Master.”

*****

Chapter 3

He yanked me by my hair to his basement. A
light was flipped on and the dim space became as bright as day. The
solid concrete walls looked soundproof. I had a feeling that they
were. Ropes and cuffs dangled from the rafters as well as the
floor. A wooden chair was tucked away in a corner.

"As you can see, Slave, this chamber is
equipped with all the necessary implements for discipline. Are you
ready?"

I nodded.

He gave me a hard yank. "I need you to
speak, Slave."

"I, It, It is ready, Master."

Without another word, he turned me in his
grip so that my ass rubbed up against him. His hands hiked up my
sundress to reveal my dripping wet pussy. Bending me over his leg,
he squatted down and gave my ass a few good smacks before turning
me up agaisnt his body again.

"Do you feel my cock, Slave?"

"Yes, Master."

He pushed his hips forward. The heat of his
cock burned through his jeans and my bare ass. "Do you want it
inside of you?"

"Yes, Master."

He started grinding his hips against mine.
The rough fabric of his jeans grated against my sensitive pussy and
my legs trembled again.

"Say you want it."

"It wants your cock, Master." I
whimpered.

"Louder."

"It wants your cock, Master!" I managed a
slight shout as he grabbed my hands and pulled them back. His hips
continued to grind against me.

"Louder!"

"It wants your cock, Master!" I screamed and
he released my hands, letting me fall onto all fours.

Hand still grabbing my hair, he spanked my
ass. The sound bounced and echoed in the basement and I grimaced
each time his hand came down.

He stood up and led me by my hair, forcing
me to crawl after him. As he moved faster and faster, I had trouble
keeping up. My knees scraped against the hard floor and I gasped at
the pain. But my Master was not yet finished. He stopped me in the
middle of the floor and pulled me back up to sitting position.

"Pinch your nipples."

I looked at him uncertainly.

"Was I not clear, slave? Pinch your
nipples."

Slowly, my hand moved over the fabric of my
dress and seized my breasts. My fingers wrapped around my sensitive
nipples and pinched, sending tiny waves of pain fluttering across
my skin that left trailing wakes of pleasure behind.

"Harder!" He commanded.

My fingers tightened around my nipple.
Bursts of pain flared up and the pleasure intensified.

His hand dipped between my legs and slipped
inside of my pussy. Those rough fingers dug inside of me and I
fought back the moan that was surfacing again.

"Stop. Turn around."

I turned around and he pressed his pants to
my face. "Kiss my cock."

I leaned forward and put my lips against his
cock through the clothes. The warmth excited me. I loved how his
cock throbbed and grew from my kisses. But just as quickly as the
blissful moment came, he pulled away and looked at me.

"Take off your dress." His voice was as
rough as gravel. I stripped away the gossamer thin garment in
seconds and threw it to the side.

"Open your mouth."

I grew excited. The thought of taking him
inside of my mouth made my pussy water again. But instead of his
cock, I received the ball gag. The sound of the latches clicking
shut sent my heart into overdrive as I thought about what he was
about to do to me.

He knelt down and thrust a buzzing vibrator
into my hands. "Make yourself come."

My eyes widened when I saw the the vibrator.
It was absolutely massive! I hesitated for a moment and he barked.
“What are you waiting for, Slave? Make yourself come!”

I pushed the vibrator against my wet aching
pussy and felt as if my whole body was vibrating. The sensations
were beyond intense and I moaned like a madwoman touched by the
angels.

“
Faster!” He barked again
and my hands quickened their pace.

My brain was awash in white blinding light
as the pleasure filled me. He stepped in front of me again.

“
Jack me off while you
make yourself come.” He unzipped his pants and let his cock roll
out. My hand barely formed around his massive cock and I closed my
eyes, fantasizing about it pumping inside of me.

There was a drop of pearly pre-cum
glistening at the tip of his cock. Slowly spreading it over the
head, I started moving my hand up and down his shaft. He shifted so
that I was forced to reach behind me. My hand around the vibrator
slackened.

He yanked at my hair. “Do not stop, Slave.
Make yourself come!”

It was harder and harder to keep track of
both my hands. As I pushed the vibrator deeper inside of me, the
strength ebbed away from my other hand and I loosened my grip.

“
Keep going,
Slave!”

“
It is sorry...” I mumbled
through the gag as my hands matched each others' motions again. But
no matter how hard I tried, one hand always ended up weaker than
the other. The vibrator buzzed and I suddenly shuddered. Another
orgasm was coming.

“
Where are you, Slave?
Pump!” He tugged on my hair again as the orgasm erupted from inside
of me. I let loose a loud cry and bent forward, struggling to
breathe.

He pulled my hand away and watched me as I
gasped and coughed on the hard floor. When I had finally gathered
myself, he said. “Put the chair in the center of the room and sit
down.”

When I sat down on the chair, he said.
“Spread your legs. Put your hands above your head.”

I looked at him apprehensively and waited
for my next orders. He opened my legs further and pushed them up
until I was on my toes. Then, he pulled my hips forward while
pushing my head back so that I was half leaning on the hard wooden
chair.

“
This next part ought to
be simple, Slave. Stay still. Do not move.”

Stay
still
?
I
can do that.
But after just a few
minutes, my muscles started to grow tired from holding the
position. But Professor Wright remained still. He stared right at
me as he took his massive cock in his hand and started stroking it.
The sight of the red-purple head pumping seductively through his
clenched fist made me wet and I wanted to touch myself. He muttered
as he quickened his stroke.

“
Do you want me inside
you, Slave? Is this what you're looking for?”

“
Yes, Sir.” I
nodded.

“
Very well. You may
relax.”

I let my limbs fall down by my side and
slumped in the chair. Sweat covered my body and I became extremely
tired.

His fingers cupped around my chin and his
voice rasped at my ear. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“
Yes, Master!” I
gasped.
Was I ready? His cock... it's
so big... will it fit?

But there was no time to think. He bent me
over the chair and started wrapping ropes around my ankles and
arms, immobilizing me to the chair.

“
You've had an interesting
day, haven't you, Slave?” His voice was silky smooth again, but I
could sense the danger looming underneath the surface and I
shuddered in the chair.

I nodded.

“
Don't worry, fun's not
over yet.”

He bent down and ran his finger across my
lips. “You are a beautiful creature, Slave. Those soft, delicious
lips.”

His finger traced the outside of the gag.
“Your jaw's tired, isn't it?”

I nodded enthusiastically and mumbled
'Master' behind the gag. He smiled and suddenly, he was my
professor again and not my Master.

“
Well, let's get that
off.”
Click. Click.
And just like that, the ball gag dropped to the
floor, taking with it a line of my saliva.

“
But let's not keep you
too comfortable. I hate to waste your time, Slave.” He stood in
front of me. The head of his cock throbbed and teased my
face.

“
Well? You wanted it,
didn't you? Or should I take it away?”

“
No, Master! It... It
wants your cock, Master.”

He seized my hair in his fist and whispered,
letting the words bounce off the walls. “Then it shall reach for
it.”

Craning my neck, I
stretched forward to touch his cock—even if it was just a tiny
lick. Just a single lick would be enough! My tongue pushed out to
its full length but still I can't reach him. The heat of his cock
throbbed so close to me. I could
feel
it on my tongue but I can't
quite taste it. The musky scent filled my nostrils and I rocked
against my restraints as I reached out for the cock
again.

“
Do you want my cock,
Slave?”

“
Yes, Master! It wants
your cock!”

“
Then why hasn't It
touched my cock?”

Was he toying with me? I looked him dead in
the eyes and said. “Because you haven't given your cock to it yet,
Master.”

“
Good answer. It seems
that you're learning.” He stroked my face and coaxed my mouth open.
He leaned forward and the full length of his cock filled my mouth
all the way to the back of my throat. His hand rested on the back
of my head, pushing me forward with every thrust from his hips. The
musky scent grew stronger and I swallowed the mixture of saliva and
salty pre-cum.

He pushed his hips forward and my throat
closed up in reflex as I gagged.

“
Relax your throat. Say
Ahh.”

I did as he was told and he groaned
appreciatively as my throat's vibrations massaged his cock. He
grabbed hold of my head and I knew what was to come but was still
taken by surprise as he started fucking my throat.

The head of his cock slammed against the
back of my throat again and again. I fought back waves of my own
gag reflex. A few coughs burst forth and he pulled out, leaving me
gasping in the chair.

“
What's wrong? Was that
too much?”

“
N-No, Master.”

“
Then why did you
cough?”

“
It doesn't
know.”

“
Remember rule number
five!”

He walked behind me and grabbed my hips. He
rubbed the head of his cock against my wet pussy. The heat seared
across my nether-regions and I moaned slightly.

“
You like that, Slave? Do
you want my cock inside of you?”

“
Yes, Master! It wants
your cock inside of it!”

He squeezed my ass and
smacked the soft white flesh, leaving behind a red handprint. A
hand yanked back on my hair as he entered me, pushing himself deep
inside of me. The massive cock started hammering inside of my tiny
pussy, scorching me with every stroke. I had thought the intensity
of the cellphone and beads was powerful but this,
this
was a new
breed of strength that pumped through me. Every nerve on my body
was lit on fire. My skin crawled. My hair stood on end. His fist
still kept my head back as his hips slammed into mine. The chair
thudded on the floor as he fucked me, harder and harder.

“
Your pussy is so fucking
tight, Slave.”

“
Th-Thank you, Master.” I
managed to say between the moans. A hand crept up and squeezed my
breast. His other hand was like a vice grip around my waist,
holding me in place as he pumped away behind me. My pussy drooled
as a shudder ran through me.

“
Come! Come for
me!”

I wanted to reach behind and touch myself
but my arms were firmly bound. I wanted to open my legs slightly
but couldn't. He had done such a thorough job. The faster he fucked
me, the more I wanted to move. The more I wanted to move, the more
excruciating my immobilization was. His hand fell around my waist,
holding me in place as he jack-hammered against my body, pounding
my pussy mercilessly.

“
You like that,
Slave?”

“
Yes!” I half-shouted and
half-cried. “Yes, I love it!”

“
Mind your rules!” He
bellowed as he picked up his pace. The cock pulled out to its head
before plunging all the way inside of me. My legs buckled and shook
against their restraints. My mind was blank from pleasure. I forgot
where I was for a brief second and shrieked as I came again,
coating his cock with my nectar.

His movements were becoming more and more
erratic. He was coming to his climax as well. Those rough fingers
reached between my legs and rubbed me, sending me gasping for
breath again.