Chapter 9
Susan thanked Betty Brewster profusely the next morning for letting her stay over while she wasn't feeling well. There seemed to be no suspicion in Betty's eyes. But there was something else. A kind of inner glow, a knowing satisfaction. Susan couldn't help but be curious about the arrange men Nate had made with Les. It seemed almost certain that Les was doing stud duty for Nate's wife. Les was keeping her happy, keeping her interest and titillated while Nate concentrated on enslaving Susan!
And she was enslaved. When Nate spoke to her that morning she jumped. He drove her over to her apartment and told her he'd meet her in class later that week. Since Dr. Brewster's course was the only thing she was taking that summer, there seemed no way out of seeing him again. Not that she didn't want to see him. But did she really? Was it just fear that made her submit?
Once out of his presence, Susan began to feel her independence again. She could almost think of herself as being normal. She even had a little cry over her lost virginity but since her heart wasn't really in it, she stopped the maudlin display and went with her roommate to a local tavern.
The joint was known for not being very strict as far as identification went. Susan had two beers and ordered another. Her roommate was babbling on about this and that but Susan didn't feel much like talking. She was trying to sort out what had happened to her during the past few weeks. She smiled, wondering what Sarah would think of the story. She smiled again, knowing that her roommate wouldn't believe one word.
"Not even if I showed you the feathers," she murmured.
"What?" Sarah looked curious.
"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all."
A boy asked her to dance and Susan said yes. He was tall and good-looking and seemed more than just casually interested in her. But somehow the fire wasn't there. After being forced to suck Nate's cock, then ritually deflowered in a prehistoric kiva while wearing feathers over her ass, a college boy seemed a little bland by comparison. But she didn't want to be Nate Brewster's slave did she?
"Kiss me," she asked the boy who'd danced with her. He'd just come back from the bar with a couple of fresh beers and his surprise was obvious.
"Sure." He gave her a kiss, a shy, somewhat cautious caress. Susan tried to get into it but the memory of Nate's stabbing tongue and hungry hands haunted her. When she got up to leave with Sarah, the boy seemed surprised that she didn't want to stay and dance some more.
"I'll see you around," she said.
Halfway across campus, Susan parted company from Sarah and drifted towards the anthropology building. Sure enough there was a light on in Nate's office. She stood for a long moment in the hall, her hand on the doorknob. Susan didn't remember turning it. She didn't remember going in. Suddenly she was just there, standing before Nate Brewster, her breasts rising and falling as she felt his eyes on her.
"I'm glad you dropped by, Susan." Nate's handsome face was creased with a smile. "Because I want to fuck you."
"Yes," she murmured, looking down at her hands. "I knew you did."
"Turn around and face the wall." Susan did as she was told. Nate came up behind her, pulled up her skirt and jerked down her panties. His finger rubbed up into her vulva, spreading her hot juice around until her cunthair clung in dark whorls around the squishy opening into her vagina.
"Stand on your tiptoes now," he breathed. Susan stood on her toes and pushed her bottom out, her back arched sharply. Nate pressed the head of his cock up against her cunt and worked it back and forth to get it good and juicy. The friction made Susan whimper. She felt a little ashamed at how little resistance she offered now when Nate wanted her. Yet she felt bound to obey him. The power he held over her was intensely erotic.
"Ohhh," she whimpered as his prick rubbed harder against her dripping folds. He worked her clit into a hot nub of pleasure and then slipped back to nudge her hole again.
"Hands behind your back," he ordered. Susan did as she was told. Nate tied her wrists with something, it felt like his tie. With her feet parted and out from the wall she leaned against it with face and shoulders as Nate probed with his prick. Her slit opened to his probing and her ass cheeks quivered as he lunged upwards. Now she was stretching on tip-toes as that thick glans stretched her muscled opening and sank into her heat with a slick sound.
She could imagine how it looked, how carnal it really was. She, a seventeen-year-old college sophomore with her thin wrists tied behind her back, her panties hanging around one ankle. Nate, a highly honored professor, standing behind her with his cock shoved into her cunt. His fingers held her hips as he gouged and plowed deeper. Her juice crackled slickly and Susan let out a shuddering breath. It was so thick! It was going into her so deeply! But this time she knew that her teacher was going to come first ... Her cut wasn't being rubbed enough with his prick slipped in from behind. He fucked faster now, panting against her shoulder, one arm looped around her tummy.
"You sweet, little, teenaged bitch," he growled, his movements becoming more frenzied. Susan closed her eyes, squeezing two tears down her cheeks. Only days before Nate had called her a princess. Now she was a bitch. But that thick shape in her pussy made up for it. There was no feeling like it in the world. With a weak gasp she tried to let the tingles around her cut take her. It was too late.
Holding his cock all the way in, Nate spurted.
"Take it all, Susy!"
"Uhhhh," she gasped, drooling against the wall. She wasn't going to make it but the grinding thickness of Nate Brewster's prick against her vulva did feel so good! Now hot cum was sliding down the insides of her thighs. She heard glops of it spattering onto the rug. Nate held her slim hips and pumped his passion out.
For awhile he left his pricktip tight against her womb. When at last he eased it out of her, he didn't bother to untie her hands. She turned and stood there facing him, cum glistening on her cunt hair, white strings of it drying on her legs. She pulled at the knotted tie he'd used to bind her wrists.
"I think I like you like that," Nate smiled, sitting down ... "Just let me look at you awhile."
"Nate ... I ... "
"Shut up. You've got to obey me, remember?"
"Yes, sir."
"It's all part of our little game."
Susan nodded weakly.
"You do like our little game, don't you?"
Susan nodded again. She felt so naked, standing there before him. She felt naked though only her panties were off. Did she like what Nate was doing to her? She didn't seem to be able to decide. She only knew that when he beckoned, she responded. Even when he didn't want her, she wanted to give her young body up to his carnal lusts.
"Come and suck me," he commanded. Susan went over to where he sat and got down on her knees. Her hands were still tied behind her. Nate enjoyed her teary look as she dropped her lips to the head of his cock. She lapped up the cum and sucked his glans between her teeth. Now she was nibbling him gently, her tongue playing along the underside of his tip.
He wasn't very hard yet and she bobbed her head up and down, using her tongue in every way possible to excite him. Nate didn't seem in a hurry. He caressed her neck and cheeks with his fingertips while she sucked on him. Slowly, throbbingly, his prick began to thicken again. She felt the blood surging back, felt the head stretch tautly into the fat, barbed shape she knew so well.
"Mmmmuuhhh," she moaned, slurping at him hungrily, the saliva dripping down her chin. What was there about sucking his huge cock that made her so excited. Maybe it was not knowing when that thing might erupt into her mouth. Maybe it was because she was beginning to crave the flat, hot taste of male semen. Susan shivered. It was the first time she'd truly faced the fact that she was addicted to cum.
But Nate wasn't going to let her have any.
"You'd like to have a climax, wouldn't you?" he teased, caressing her long brown hair. Susan nodded, afraid to look at him Nate got down on the rug by his desk. His cock was jutting upwards at an angle, fully hard now and throbbing with trapped blood. Susan knew that if she wanted pleasure from that thing, she was expected to do it for herself. And she did so much want to feel that tingling hot explosion!
"Ohhh, God," she moaned, coming over to him. He had taken off all his clothes now but she was still partly dressed. Nate reached up and jerked down her skirt. His fingers worked the front of her blouse open too, peeling it back over her shoulder so that her small tits were exposed. But other than that, he did nothing.
It wasn't easy to straddle him, not with her hands tied. She used her face against his chest as she wiggled herself into position and slid back. But his cock hit her at the wrong angle when she tried to skewer herself on it. Without her hands to hold it still, she was having a hard time.
"Uhhh, I want it so bad!" And it was true. Her hot little cunt opened and closed like it could hardly wait to be shoved full again. That last fucking had been wonderful but Nate had finished before she'd felt that final, maddening thrill. And he seemed to be enjoying her difficulties in trying to get his cock into her young twat.
"You really do want it, don't you?"
"Yesss! Ohh, Nate, help me! Please, help me get it in." But Nate just laughed. She wiggled her pubes down against his belly and inched back. Juice dripped from her, juice and cum. Now she felt that hot, firm head. She rocked her hips to one side and pressed back more. The streamlined tip eased between her outer lips and then between the more dainty, juice-slickened inner folds. Hot thrills dazzled her. A sexy glow spread through the entire lower part of her body. She was so close!
"Uhhhh, uhhh, God, it's almost in!" There was a slurpy sound as the thick glans nestled into the soft hollow where her muscles pinched her cunt together. She tried to relax, but the muscles wouldn't respond. The only thing that would open them was the smoothly rounded tip.
"What a sweet little hole you've got," Nate gasped, his eyes getting that glassy, lusty look. "God, it's squeezing all around my tip."
"Whhuuhh," she babbled, squirming back against that stiff flesh. It went into her cunt enough so that her muscles slipped behind the flared part. "Got it!" Susan cried, knowing that there was no way for that feverish prick to escape now. Her youthful muscles had it trapped inside her. She wiggled happily, spearing her mound deeply with the jerking prick. As her hot flesh surrounded Nate's erection, as she let her claspsing folds cover him to the hilt, Nate ground his ass around on the rug and moaned.
It wasn't going to take Susan long. She'd built up lots of tension in her efforts to get that hard, hot thing inside her body. And now that it was sliding so wonderfully deep, her cut bulged out to be rubbed by the hilt of the thickened shaft. Grinding her hips in frenzied circles, Susan felt electric thrills surge through her.
"Ohhh, Nate, ohhhh, I'm gonna come already! Ohhh, God!"
With her hands still tied behind her back, her long hair flying, Susan arched her back down sharply, then humped it up again. The slide of her juicy vulva against the base of Nate's cock felt wonderful. Her clit was being rubbed into a smoldering nub of super-sensitivity. Deep inside her that hot knob stretched and stabbed. Nine inches of hard male cock and it belonged to her. At least for now! As Susan began to come, now was all that mattered.
"Ghhaaahhh, Nate ... whhuuuhhh!"
Her trim ass jerked and quivered as she tried to touch her pussy against every part of Nate's erection at the same time. She fucked herself with it, sliding her tight tube the entire length, squirming violently as her juices flowed.
"Ohh, ohhh, ohhhhhh!" As Susan came, she tugged against the tie that held her wrists behind her back. The helpless feeling intensified her excitement. Her cunt spasmed, tightening around Nate's cock.
"Susan baby," he moaned and she felt the rippling power as his body responded to her frantic writhing. Hot spurts of cum filled her for the second time that day. Her cut was bathed in creamy slickness as it throbbed like a tiny sun. Waves of pure pleasure made Susan's breasts quiver as she lifted herself slightly then sank against Nate's chest once more. Her bottom plunged up and down, as she stabbed herself over and over and over again on his cock.
"Uhhhhhh! Ohhh, I'm gonna die, it's so good!"
Even though the sharpest part of her come had slipped away, Susan continued to wiggle. It was a glowing, comfortable feeling. To have her stretched pussy so full of cock seemed the most perfect thing in the world. She almost refused to get up from him when Nate gave her the order.
"Nhhoo," she whimpered, pulling slowly away from the slickened shaft. "Ohhh, I wish I could keep it in me forever."
Nate untied her then and watched as she rubbed her wrists. She didn't have anything to clean herself up with and he didn't offer. She pulled her panties up against her dripping, cum-smeared mound and got her skirt on. She was just buttoning her blouse when Nate got a bottle from his desk and put two glasses out.
"Thank you," she said when he offered to pour cognac for her. She sipped the heady stuff, then slugged it down. She was trembling. She needed a drink.
"I hope you're not dating anyone special," Nate said. "Because I'm not going to be bothered with some young swain hanging around with his tongue out. I don't plan to share you." He filled her glass again.
"I feel like a child," she said, taking another big swallow of cognac.
"You're my sex child," Nate grinned. He took something from his desk and came over to her. It was one of the gold bracelets she'd worn when he'd deflowered her that night in the kiva. He snapped it around her wrist, locked it and hung the key around his neck. The loop at the side of the bracelet reminded Susan that a chain could always be hooked through it. It gave her a chill. A chill that she enjoyed more than she wanted to show.
"It seems like such an expensive thing for me to wear around."
"Nobody would believe it's made of gold. And it looks good on you."
"I guess there's no way to take it off?"
"No. Except with this old key." He finished his cognac and turned to his desk. "But I've got some more work to do tonight, so you'll have to excuse me."
Susan turned at the door but Nate was leafing through papers so she closed it quietly behind her and hurried across campus to her apartment. She felt strange about the golden bracelet locked on her thin wrist. The ancient markings were impossible to decipher but she'd read enough to guess the story they told.
The bracelet had probably been used on some young girl long, long ago. A girl who was owned by some rich man. A girl who was his slave, probably his sex slave. And now she had inherited the position as well as the bracelet. No one would ever suspect that it was anything but an attractive piece of jewelry. Not even her father would know that Nate Brewster held the key, the only key. And that he had chains too. Chains that fit into the little loop so her hands could be bound with the utmost of ease.
"God, what's happening to me?" she whispered to herself. "Why do I enjoy that so much?" But it was a fact that she did enjoy it. She like it though she knew it was a wicked way to behave. The slick rub of her cummy cuntlips made her tremble as she hurried on. Already she was thinking of the next time Nate Brewster would defile and debase her. And she would give in. For she was a willing slave.