Chapter 11
For several minutes, Lynn crouched on the football field, wondering if they were going to come back and molest her again; Her pussy hurt, her ass burned like a million fire ants were nipping at her flesh, her head ached horribly, and she had never felt a greater depression in her life. They had used her like a rag and then cast her off. They had abused her body. They had totally neglected to take her feelings into account.
She hated them, and this spurred her on. The girl realized that she had tried to escape them before, and it had all been a trick on their part. Now she wasn't so sure that they wanted her to elude them. It would be dawn in another hour, and they would hardly want to be seen out here with a naked and chained teenager. The early morning joggers would turn them in to the police, and questions would be asked-questions none of the fraternity members would be willing to answer.
She edged across the field to the low benches where the football team usually sat. Sliding under one, she virtually vanished from sight. She didn't know how long this would do for a hiding place. If they really searched, they could find her immediately.
Then she got the first break of the entire ordeal. A police car come into the stadium to slowly cruise around the track. From her vantage point, she could see the panic, running among the pledges. Reinhardt quickly gestured and called something she couldn't hear. The intent was obvious: get the hell out of here!
She waited as the car patrolled the entire ring of track. The cops shined their light up into the stands, looking for derelicts come to sleep off an evening's drunk, or overly amorous students, perhaps. She didn't know or care. All she prayed was that they wouldn't see her.
She was in luck again. Their light went directly over the top of the bench under which she hid. They missed her. In less than a minute they were out of the stadium and on their way to the next hotbed of crime.
Lynn knew she couldn't stay here any longer. If the fraternity members came back, they would find her. She had to run. But where? She was naked and chained. Explaining the dog collar around her neck would be almost impossible. Who could she turn to in her moment of need? Her mind raced and spun its mental wheels. No one would accept her into their house at this time of the morning, and certainly not in the condition she was in. She was a sight. Her hair was caked with urine and jizz, her body was covered with dirt, and she hurt. Really hurt!
Oh, to be able to go and confide in her daddy! He wouldn't ask questions. He would let her tell the story at her own pace until it was all out in the open. He had always understood so much. Her daddy.. .but he was dead!
The thought was slow in forming in her fogged brain, but it did. If she couldn't go to her real daddy, there was the man she had fantasized as her daddy. There was Professor Matthews. He wouldn't ask questions. He would simply accept the situation and let her unwind. She didn't know him too well, but she knew he had to be like that. He just had to!
She crawled out of the stadium, her belly and tits rubbing in the dirt as she went. The teenager didn't want to stand and silhouette herself against the false dawn. By the time she reached the street where the professors' houses were, a few early morning joggers were out huffing and puffing on their rounds. She had to hide from shrub to shrub to avoid them.
Finally, she found the small house at the end of the street, with Professor Matthews' name on the mailbox.
She hesitated then. She didn't know if the professor was married or not. What would his wife think if he took in a wretched piece of humanity like Lynn? The girl was past caring about such things. She needed comfort, and the English professor was the only one she could turn to. He was the only one who would understand that this wasn't her fault. She hadn't asked for any of this. It had all been thrust on her.
It had!
The battered coed made her way around to the back of the house and timidly knocked at the back door. No response. She knocked louder, fearing some of the neighbors might be awakened and look out their bedroom windows. If they saw her, the shit would really hit the fan then. How could Professor Matthews ever explain her presence? "All right, all right, I'm coming. Dammit, you don't have to break the door in." She heard the sleepy man moving around inside the kitchen. A light went on, then the door opened.
She hunched down on the doorstep, a miserable sight. For a moment, the man said nothing. His eyes widened slightly and his mouth started to form words, but nothing came out.
"Professor Matthews, please, I need your help," she managed to say. "Let me in, please!"
"Certainly, Lynn. What the hell's happened to you?" He looked outside, his now sharp eyes studying the lawn and the alley behind the house as if some clue to her disheveled appearance might be out there.
She crawled into the kitchen, hardly having the strength to do much else.
"I don't want to sit on your chairs. I'm a fright," she said. Besides, she felt comfortable at the man's feet. He was so strong and dominant. He would be in full command of the situation after she explained it all. He was smart and strong. She liked that. He was the perfect choice for her to come to for help.
He sat in the straight backed chair, his robe pulled around his firmly muscled frame. She clung to one of his bare legs, her cheek pressed into his knee. Her hands clutched at him for support. She hardly noticed that his robe was beginning to tent at the crotch.
"They took me in and drugged me! And they made me do all sorts of awful things. They chained me an l whipped me and raped me repeatedly and "Carefully, now, my child. Take it slow and easy." His hands reached out and stroked over her matted, filthy hair. "Start at the beginning and tell me all about it." The bulge under his robe grew as he spoke. He shifted, and the girl held on to his leg for dear life.
"Don't leave me!" she begged. "Don't leave me alone. I couldn't stand that right now!"
"Don't worry," he told her quietly. "Everything is under control now. Just relax and tell me what you can. You say you were drugged. How much do you really remember of this... ordeal?"
"Everything!" she blurted. "I didn't drink that much. I . . . I just got so horny I couldn't stand it. When my boyfriend tried to fuck me and found I was still a virgin, he got really hot and told all his friends. And that's when they took me down into the basement and chained me.
She held up her linked wrists for his inspection. The professor took the golden chain in his hand and ran his fingers lightly over the entire length, examining it. He quietly dropped it and went on to examine the dog collar. He carefully avoided the inch-long spikes jutting out from it. The chain attached to it had snapped, and only a few inches remained attached. He shook his head.
"They raped me!" she cried, clinging even harder to his leg. The hairy leg seemed to be a great comfort to her. She could imagine that the man cared for her. He wouldn't allow them to do any more of the hideous things they had done.
"Tell me all about it," he urged. The purpled head of his prick rose from the folds of his robe. The man seemed to ignore it, and the frightened girl was too intent on her story to see it.
"They raped me with a vibrator. They took my cherry with it. It hurt! God, I never felt worse pain than when they shoved that dildo into my cunt. I thought I would bleed to death, but then they made me do things so that I'd forget. I was made to suck off the entire bunch of them!"
"Did they anally rape you, too?"
"Yes! They drove their huge pricks into my ass and fucked me. I was a virgin before then. I didn't know what to do. And then they all raped meat the same time. One fucked my cunt. It was so embarrassing. I was actually hot for him. It was the drug they gave me. My pussy was frothing with desire, and he fucked me and another took me up the back and another shoved his prick into my mouth so I could suck him off. And two others shoved their cocks into my hands so I would jerk them off. It was . . . horrible!"
The man's prick began to dance and buck mightily now. He didn't even try to cover it up. He straightened, allowing it to jut boldly into the air. The girl still didn't notice it. A smile danced on the lips as the man urged her to tell him more.
"The one with the branding iron was the worst. He threatened to burn me on the clit and pussy lips if I didn't obey them!"
"Did he touch you with the iron?" The words came sharp and demanding.
The girl looked up into the professor's eyes and saw real concern. This was just as she'd thought it would be. He cared. She had done the right thing by coming here.
"No, but he came close." She saw the professor relax. That pleased her. As her gaze dropped again, she saw the thick head of his cock lurching lustily at his crotch. For a second, she was confused. This wasn't the response she had wanted from the man! He was getting off on hearing her tale of torture and rape! He was supposed to be comforting her, not be turned on by it.
"Yes," he said, softly. "I feel great arousal hearing all this. You are especially lovely. But the part about the branding iron bothered me. Those fraternity types shouldn't leave branding irons around where the more impressionable pledges can get at them."
For a moment, the girl didn't know what to say. Then she cried out, "I never said it was a fraternity that did this to me. Never! How did you know?" A sick feeling hit her. She felt the cold lump in the pit of her stomach. Lynn now knew who the mysterious fraternity advisor was: Professor Matthews!
She tried to crawl away from him, but in a quick movement he stomped down hard on the chain that bound her wrists. He had her pinned firmly to the floor.
"While you're down there, kiss my feet. Lick them, and, work up to my cock. I've really gotten hot listening to your tale of woe."
"No, I won't do it. Even for you!"
"Even for me?" he laughed. "As I thought, you sit in clots day after day and masturbate thinking about me. Oh, did I shock you? You didn't think I noticed the look of passion on your face as you diddled yourself off? Of course I did. I can see everything that goes on in class. You are a cock teaser. You enjoy promising a man something, then never delivering. A virgin, eh? It's about as I expected. That's why Hank found it so easy to get you to the party. You saw the chance to torment him and you took it."
"No, no, it's nosing like that!" she protested.
"Lick," came the cold command. He lifted his foot slightly and pushed it toward her face. She hesitantly lowered her face to the top of his foot and licked. Then she remembered all the times she had sat in class and masturbated while thinking about how great it would be to have a man this strong and dominant. Her kiss developed real passion then.
The bony ridge on the top of his foot wasn't the most satisfying place for her to kiss, so she worked up his leg. The thickly muscled calf swayed a little, and she licked and caressed the flesh with her soft, ruby lips. The girl tossed a strand of blond hair back over her shoulder as she worked her way towards the man's crotch.
His cock was firm and rigid, pulsing with obvious desire. She saw that his balls had hardened into tight little spheres, and the hairy sac holding them was visibly pulsing. She worked her way in and finally managed to snare that bag with her tongue. The coed pulled his sac ha her mouth and sucked for all she was worth.
The man began to speak. There was little trace of emotion in his cold tones. His control was perfect, and she loved hue all the more for that strength. This wasn't someone she could waggle her ass at and make jump through a hoop. It would take a lot of hard loving to get through that icy exterior.
"You are a cock teaser; I picked you out for the initiation ceremony the first day of class. But I am sorry I missed the actual ceremony. Some damned faculty meeting. I prefer to watch as my students go through their ritual. It is so instructive."
"Ummmm," she moaned, her tongue working harder at his balls. She could feel them churning around inside, lurching and tumbling with the lust that his voice didn't betray, "No injury is to be done to the subjects chosen. For the most part, they never even remember the next morning. But your virginity seemed to add to the effect of the punch as well. I shall have to remember that in the future. The real cock teasers don't like to lose control. They want to be able to pull the strings on the man they've chosen to torture."
"Torture?" she mumbled around a mouthful of balls. "Not like that. NO!"
"It was like that!" he bellowed. "It's always like that. The men in the fraternity are learning to cope. They are learning to be men. In this world, the women are slowly deballing the men. That must change! We must reverse the trend. Women's Lib, pah! Simply another name for emasculation!"
"Yes, yes," she murmured. She hardly understood what he was saying, but she responded to his strength. She wanted to be near him, to please, to give. She had to. He had commanded her, and she could only obey such a powerful figure.
"Yes, yes, she says. Hell, it wasn't always the way it is now. They call it progress. I wonder. Don't you like licking and kissing my balls?"
"Yes!"
"See? Modern women aren't supposed to enjoy things like that. Sex is supposed to be sanitary and neat, and only on Thursdays-if they don't have a headache. Sex is always! And that is what I want to instill in my youthful pledges!"
He suddenly stood, and Lynn went tumbling to the floor. She had almost bitten off his balls in the suddenness of his rise.
"You enjoyed what happened to you tonight. Didn't you?" His voice told her this was a command. She had to answer. The girl started to lie about it and then stopped. Why lie? Why not tell the professor exactly what she had felt? Just because society had told her she was supposed to hate it, it didn't mean that she had to!
"I loved it. Every single scary, frightening, arousing instant of it. I wanted it!"
"Yes, you did. I figured as much. Our sick society tells you that you shouldn't enjoy fucking. You were 'forced' into it tonight, and you found that you needed it. You have to be forced into sex before you can enjoy it. You have been so warped by society that you can't naturally enjoy a good fuck. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, master." She hadn't meant to add "master." It had just come out naturally. And she felt her pussy beginning to warm to the idea of being completely under this man's domination. He knew all the answers. He was strong. He commanded, and others obeyed. He was the one she had been unknowingly looking for all these years since her daddy had died.
"Yes, I know," he said, reading her mind. "Keep kissing. I like the feel of your lips and tongue between my toes."
She did as she was ordered, and it was no longer horrible for her. It was, thrilling! She was responding fully now. Her pussy quivered and lurched, asking for long, hard cocks. She didn't have to hide behind the artificial mores of society. She could let her true feelings out, and this was a man who could fulfill all her most secret desires.
"Fuck me, master," she pleaded.
"I will." The girl swelled with excitement at the words. "When I feel like it. Maybe later. Maybe if you satisfy my other urges at the moment."
She applied her tongue to his toes with a renewed vigor. If she satisfied him now, he would ball her.
It was a promise. Tie would do it if she pleased him enough!
Suddenly, she found her tongue pressing into the linoleum. He had removed his foot from under her face.
"No more of that. I tire of you so easily. How could you amuse me better?"
The girl's frightened mind raced. She was on the verge of losing him. After all she'd gone through finding a man who could totally fulfill her as a woman, she was on the brink of losing him! Fright was pushed down as she thought frantically for an answer.
Finally, she said: "I'll do anything for you, master. Anything! Just tell me!"
The panic in her voice made the professor smile. He glared down at the coed and laughed harshly. "You're mine to do with as I please, anyway. Why should I care if you cooperate or not?"
"It . . . it'll be better that way!"
"Really? How can you be so sure? When you were teasing every cock in the world, did you ever think it would be nice to carry through and see what it was like? If you did, you probably considered it ugly and depraved. Do you like the taste of jism?"
She flinched away for a moment. The man had gone straight to the heart of the matter. She had considered fucking to be sordid, and she had hated the taste of come. Only tonight, it had been dif- ferent. She had liked it when cock after cock had filled her mouth with the creamy manseed.
"I love it! And I'll love yours even more."
"A lie. A cunning one, but still a lie. You're nothing but a dumb cunt. You think you know everything, but you don't know anything. Get up on your hands and knees! Get that ass up in the air where I can look at it! If I want to bother, that it" She hastened to obey. She thrust her whipped ass into the cool air and waited, and waited, and waited. Hesitantly, she looked around and saw that the man had left. The girl was too frightened to move. He had told her to hold this position, and she would, until he came back. To displease him now would be to ruin all she had worked for.
Lynn didn't know how long she stayed on hands and knees, her perky butt up in the air. It might have been only ten minutes. It could have been an hour, but it seemed like an eternity to her.
Finally, her waiting was rewarded. She didn't hear the professor return, but she felt his long, virile prick shoving between her legs and driving straight for her cunt.
She sagged weakly to the floor, her head cradled on still-chained wrists. The feel of the prick entering her so suddenly from behind was like pure heaven to her. The hungry cunt had needed just this tasty morsel to satisfy its yearnings.
"You love being fucked like a bitch in heat, don't you?" he asked. His voice carried the same matter-of-fact air about it that he used when lecturing. The girl instantly realized this. He wasn't that turned on by her. He could fuck her, and if nothing exciting happened, he would discard her.
She had to please him like she had never pleased a man before. Otherwise, she might never see him again.
"Yes! Yes, master, I love it! Especially when it is you fucking me. Do it fast! I need it all inside me!"
"Bitch," he repeated.
He fucked her faster, and she shuddered under the repeated impact of his body against hers. The feel of his hairy thighs rubbing into her well whipped ass was a combination of torture and delight. She had no idea how to separate the two feelings now. One fed the other. Pain gave her more and more pleasure, and pleasure came only after suffering.
His body worked harder against hers. She started thrusting her ass back into his crotch to take his prick even deeper into her cunt. She needed this like a man dying of thirst needs water. Nothing less than all-out fucking would sate her wildly flaring desires.
He ground his prick into her snatch, using a corkscrewing motion. This turned her to jelly inside. She went watery and weak, then exploded in orgasm. She felt her pussy clamping down hard on the prick hidden so far up her pussy. The girl tried so tease and torment his prick, using only her resilient cuntal walls.
It was more thrilling to tease a prick like this than the way she had been doing it before.
"Not good enough," came his cold words. She panicked, then tried every possible trick she had ever heard of to please him. She couldn't lose him, not now! He was a pillar of strength in this ever-changing world. She needed his wisdom and power and dominant ways to keep her in line. Other men were more toads compared to him. He, of all the men, knew how to command. Strength fed strength and made her excitement grow faster and faster.
She came again.
Even after he had come inside her and left, without a single word, she worried about how to better please him in the future. He hadn't said he would return, but Lynn thought he would.
He had to!