Chapter 10
Susan had been back east visiting her father when she heard what had happened Dr. Brewster had been accused of seducing an underage girl, one of his students, it seemed. His wife had started divorce proceedings in the meantime and Nate Brewster had been forced to resign from the university. By the time Susan returned for the fall semester, the scandal had died down somewhat but Nate was no longer in town, and his position had already been filled by someone else.
Enrollment for the new year was as confusing and troublesome as always and when Susan signed up for a higher level anthropology course, she was curious about what her new professor looked like. Though she kept her eyes peeled for a new face she noticed no one seemed to be in charge of the department, Dr. Brewster's old department.
On the day of her first class, Susan couldn't stand the suspense. She went down the hail to where Nate's old office was. On the door was a new name and she took a nervous breath, knocked and nudged the door open a little.
"Dr. Edwards?"
"Yes, come in." The man who stood from behind his desk seemed too young to hold a doctorate. He had a head of thick blond hair and when he took off his glasses he looked athletic rather than studious. He smiled good naturedly, waiting for Susan to explain her presence.
"I'm Susan Thompson. I ... " She wanted to say that she came with the job, that she belonged to him now that Dr. Brewster was gone. It was funny how strongly she wanted things to be that way. Even though she'd never met this man in her life.
But as she hesitated, trying to think of something to say, Dr. Edwards noticed the gold bracelet on her wrist and came across the office quickly.
"Where did you get that marvelous bracelet." His quick eyes scanned the piece of jewelry and then he gave her a surprised look. "Why, this thing belongs in a museum."
"There's no way to get it off," she murmured.
"It must be quite precious," he went on, touching the strange markings. When he took off his glasses again and looked into Susan's eyes, she blushed. "Almost as precious as the wearer."
"I just wanted to ask if you needed any help settling in. I gave Dr. Brewster help at various times." She blushed again, realizing what this new professor might think now that everyone knew the charges against Nate Brewster.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I could use some help. Why don't you drop over to my apartment tonight. Say eight o'clock?"
Susan seemed to be caught by his eyes. She felt herself nodding, heard herself mumble something in answer to his request. It felt very much like the way her emotions had always responded to Dr. Brewster's commands. But this young professor with the good looks and sparkling eyes wasn't ordering her to do anything. It was his voice. It made her cunt get damp and her heart jump wildly in her chest. Since last seeing Nate, Susan hadn't had a single date. She hadn't so much as thought of boys her own age. But she had been obsessed with sex. She had wild dreams of what had happened to her in the kiva. She daydreamed about Dr. Brewster's shameful treatment of her during the summer school session. And she longed for a drink is of hot cum. The longing had grown to a maddening desire. A desire she knew she'd have to submit to eventually.
When she appeared at Dr. Edwards' door that evening she could hardly think straight. There was no reason to feel that he would be like Nate Brewster and yet she was all tingling inside as if a part of her sensed something she wasn't quite aware of.
"You can call me Cal," the handsome young professor told her as he poured her some wine and asked her to sit down. There were boxes of unpacked books and papers strewn here and there. Cal's shirt was half unbuttoned and Susan could see his muscled chest. She'd never seen blond hair on a man's chest and there was something about it that turned her on. Her short red dress seemed to turn Cal on too.
"The real reason I asked you over," Cal said, "was to try something out. It's that bracelet you have ... "He opened a small, wooden chest and pulled out what appeared to be a golden chain. Yes, a chain. But when he brought it closer, Susan saw that it was engraved with the same mysterious markings that graced her bracelet. Before she could say anything, Cal had slipped the catch on the end of the chain through the loop in her bracelet. She let out a sigh. It was as if all the things that had happened to her were climaxing at this moment and with this new young professor who was taking over for Nate.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, brushing a finger across her forehead. "You seem flushed."
"I ... I ... ohhh, God, that chain." She swallowed hard. "It makes me feel so strange."
"Why don't you stand up and I'll show you the manner in which these two curious gadgets were used. They were probably used on slaves. Sex slaves owned by rich landowners ... "
Cal had pulled her wrist behind her back, wound the chain once around her neck and was watching her reaction. Susan knew that she wasn't hiding anything very well. Cal could see her panting. And he had to smell the hot musk that was rising from between her thighs. Then it happened.
Susan was being kissed, kissed hard. Cal Edwards pulled her down to the sofa, her arm held behind her back by the chain. He kissed her and she kissed back. She was starved for kissing, for the touch of a' man's hands on her. And with that golden chain restricting her movements, the pleasure was intense as it throbbed through her young, damp cunt.
"Uhhh," she sighed, writhing under him. Her dress was being pushed up. Cal had his pants off now and she glimpsed his cock before he reached to turn off the lamp.
"Ohhh, what are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to fuck you, just like Nate Brewster did. You see I've had this chain for years and I knew Nate had the matching bracelets. But when I was able to get into his safe, I found only one bracelet."
Susan was breathing raggedly as she felt the matching bracelet being locked around her other wrist. Then the chain was passed through and her wrists were bound close to her sides. Buttons popped as Cal jerked the front of her red dress open to expose her soft, young tits.
"Ohhhh, God, you're big!" She could feel his cocktip pressing into the hot swell of her cunt. Cal had a cock every bit as big as Nate Brewster's oversized penis. And Cal knew what to do with it too.
"You're mine now, my slave."
"Yes," she moaned, her pussy stretching out to fit around the young man's glans. He pumped his hips slowly, testing the tightness of her vagina. Susan panted wildly, her ass making frenzied circles on the cushion of the sofa.
"You'll do everything I say," Cal hissed against her ear. Susan nodded. She felt weak from the emotional storm that washed through her. Her cunt was being filled, speared with Cal's stiff cock. It was like she'd waited weeks for him, as if she had known that her hot little hole would be filled again. She pumped her hips up and down, feeling his stiffness sliding deeper. Her juices leaked out onto the sofa and the wet, sliding sucking sound of sex filled the room.
"Damn, you're even better than I hoped."
"You knew?"
"When I saw that bracelet." His mouth covered one of her breasts and Susan whimpered and writhed as his tongue brought the pink nipple up stiffly.
"Whhuuuhhh, ohh, God, ohhhh, wow!"
"You love to be fucked. You live for it, don't you." Cal had her hips in both hands as he lunged powerfully against her brown cunt curls. Her juices squished as her cunt had to make more room for him. She could feel his flared glans gouging deep, deep into her body.
Susan felt like she could come any moment. But Cal sensed her hot excitement and slowed down. Now he teased her unmercifully, pulling his cocktip all the way out of the her smoldering hole and petting it up across her clit until she lifted her ass from the sofa and thrust it up and down, whimpering all the while through flared nostrils. If her hands would have been free, she would have grabbed that hot, fat cock and stuffed it back into her pussy again.
"A girl like you would just get in trouble on her own," Cal whispered huskily. "So I'll move you in with me. You can write your father that you're living with your boy friend. Lots of girls do that nowadays. And I'm sure your old man would approve of my academic credentials."
"Ohh, don't tease me any more," Susan begged, only half hearing what Cal was telling her. She jerked at the chains that held her matching bracelets. Her tongue lolled from her mouth. Cal smiled and let his cocktip slide down against her hole again. She lurched up and down, her cunt petting his feverish tip. Then he shove it to the hilt again and Susan's long lashes fluttered as she gurgled deep in her throat.
"Whhuuhhhhnnnn."
"Yeah, you're mine now. All mine."
Her red dress had been pushed up around her waist, the top stripped down to expose her white, firm breasts. As she squirmed in a delirium of sexual excitement, Cal held onto her long and willowy body. She wondered how it felt to him to have his cock speared so deeply and for her to be twisting and jerking and wiggling like a fish out of water. It felt good because she heard the growl deep in his throat. His cock tip bulged and she closed her pussy down around him at the same time. Cal growled again and his fingers went into the muscles of her ass. Then he was spurting hot cream and her cunt was drinking it up as she continued to thrust and plunge and cry with pleasure.
It was the next morning, the second day of classes when Susan glanced at her watch and saw that Dr. Edward's class in Eastern Civilizations was nearly over. He made a final point and seemed about to dismiss the students when his eyes met Susan's and he hesitated.
"I'd like to see you after class, Miss Thompson."
"Yes sir," she replied, blushing. As a classmate passed, he leaned close with a smile.
"You the teacher's pet already?"
"Of course not, I ... " Susan smiled to cover up her reaction. She waited in Cal's office until he arrived. Neither of them spoke. Cal brushed the long brown locks back from her face and kissed her hard on the mouth. Then he brought the gold bracelets together behind her, locking them. Susan sank to her knees as Cal dropped his pants and shorts. His cock looked beautiful to her. And the blue head was so hot, so soft as he rubbed it against her cheek.
"Nhhuuhhmmm," she moaned as he forced it between her lips. Tomorrow she'd move into Cal's apartment with him but today there was only this present moment, this carnal hunger to satisfy. Her lips tightened again and Cal seemed to be choking as her velvety tongue stroked and sucked at his big cock. Then the thick cream was pouring down her throat and bubbling out of one nostril. She sucked him until streaks of cum glistened on her tits and her chin was coated with the stuff. But even then Cal wouldn't unlock the chain from the bracelets. It was as if he wanted to gaze upon his new, young slave. Susan stayed kneeling there, panting softly as her new master's cum dried on her face. She kept her eyes down, waiting for him to unlock her. But when he pushed her onto her back she gave a whimper of surprise. The next thing she felt was Cal's mouth pushing up against her naked cunt. Straining against the bracelets Susan sighed with pleasure as Cal's tongue searched out the delicate, tender places between her plump young lips. Being a slave wasn't half bad when a girl had a master like Cal, Susan thought, her slender hips plunging as she rubbed her hot cunt up and down against his hungry mouth.