Chapter 9
Jennifer didn't think they could do any more to her. She tried to itemize all the awful things Professor Angst had done but she couldn't remember them. They were too hideous. Besides that, the pain in her wrists and ankles was growing by leaps and bounds.
The links of the harsh steel chain fastening, her hands to her feet cut brutally into her tender flesh. Ugly purple bruises formed on her skin where the heavy links pressed. She tried to get out of the crouching position and found it almost impossible. All the darkhaired coed succeeded in doing was to fall onto her side.
The cold concrete was rough-and comforting to her wounds. She rolled onto her back and pressed her ass down onto the floor. The soothing coolness outweighed the slight pain she got from the roughness. But with her legs up in the air, pulled in to her chest, she felt the most vulnerable she had since Professor Angst had brought her in for the experiment.
Still Jennifer couldn't do anything about it. As long as she remained chained up, she was at their mercy. And all three men had amply demonstrated they didn't even know the meaning of the word.
Sobbing bitterly, she simply laid there wondering what they would do to her. What more could they do? This horrible experiment couldn't go on much longer.
They'd ass-raped her, fucked her pussy, tied her up by the hair and then hacked it off, whipped her, chained her and made her feel like shit. There wasn't anything else they could do.
She hoped.
"Ready for the next phase, Professor Angst," said Dean, coming into the room. Jennifer shivered, wondering what that might mean. Every time they'd mutter about "next phase of the experiment," they'd done something even worse to her.
"Proceed," came the psychology professor's disembodied voice. Jennifer guessed he still watched her responses. The wires glued onto her nipples and clit had to be giving out signals that would delight the sadistic professor.
"All right, baby, on your knees again," commanded Dean.
"Go to hell."
"You're not allowed to talk like that, especially to me," he said in a quiet voice that was more menacing than if he'd shouted at her. She watched helplessly as he walked around and got that damn whip down from its rack. The graduate assistant uncurled it and snapped it a few times, then turned back to her. "Obey me. Now!"
She tried. The last thing in the world the young girl wanted was to feel that lash on her abused body again. But Jennifer didn't move fast enough for him. She felt the gentle lick of the whip on her shoulders. And then came real pain. She had no idea what caused the time delay. She'd feel the whip's loving caress, then seconds later pain lanced into her from the vicious welt raised on her tender flesh.
"Hurry. We must hurry!" he goaded her. The dark-haired coed managed to get her legs under her again. But once more she found herself in a crouching position. As long as they kept her hands and feet chained together, she could never hope to stand or move easily.
"I can't move any more. The chains!" she protested. "Let me go!"
"That's all right," Dean said, the whip singing its song of misery one more time. Jennifer felt the lash across the entire length of her spine. White-hot stars exploded in her body and a red veil of pain drew over her eyes. But she didn't pass out. She wouldn't give Dean the satisfaction of seeing her faint. She vowed to see Dean and Jerry and Professor Angst in hell.
"Look straight ahead," the graduate assistant commanded.
Jennifer did and was instantly blinded. Floodlights blazed forth. She felt the searing heat against her face. Squinting, turning away, she tried to protest. The whip kept her facing the lights. Whenever she tried to turn, the painful lash herded her back into the position desired by her captors.
"This is the next part of the experiment," Dean told her. "I'm sure you will enjoy it." Jennifer didn't even bother replying. The light was so bright it made her eyes water. Even clamping her eyes tightly shut, the frightened coed still saw the light through her eyelids. The helpless young girl couldn't figure out what they were planning to do to her-cook her with the heat?
Then she found out. She felt Dean drop down behind her. His prick nudged between the battered white moons of her asscheeks and dipped down into the humid canyon of her asscrack.
"Not up the ass again!" she begged. "I'm sore inside from being greeked!"
He laughed at her. "Not this time. I want my cock right here!"
He jabbed forward with his erect cock and speared directly into her pussy. The coed was surprised to find that her cunt was already dribbling out its juices. The whipping had done it. She no longer understood her own body. Pain and pleasure were mixing into one heady wine. She could get drunk on either-and physically respond to both.
The graduate assistant's prick jammed ballsdeep into her pussy from behind. She felt his hairy upper thighs rubbing painfully into her whipped ass-flesh, but the pleasure of his prick so far up her needy cunt forced out all pain and left only pleasure. She sighed and sank down a little, enjoying this brutal fucking.
When he began fucking her, Jennifer thought they were giving her a reward. She had been cooperating with them as much as she could. It was about time that they only fucked her.
She could enjoy fucking like this no matter that she was bound in an uncomfortable position, chains savagely marring her wrists and ankles. The in and out of Dean's forceful fucking caused her to slide forward a little on the concrete. Her knees were being abraded but she hardly noticed.
The worst of all was the bright light in her face. But by putting down her head and resting her forehead on the floor, she could ignore most of that.
Dean's strong hands worked up and down her spine, lightly brushing over the painful welts he had raised with his whip. And then he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her face back forward so the lights shone brilliantly again.
"Turn off the fucking lights!" she bellowed. "I love your cock in my pussy, but the lights! Turn them off!"
He said nothing and continued fucking her with long, easy strokes that turned her on in a big way. But she didn't fight him. Somehow, the promise of his prick was more worthwhile than disobeying him. Jennifer didn't want him whipping her again like some cur. He might be fucking her like a dog-she shivered at the memory of the real dog's prick in her cunt-but it was as close as any of them had come to treating her like a real woman.
She sobbed and concentrated on the pleasure mounting in her loins. This was more like it. She felt the thick knob of his prick pressing passionately into her cunt-walls. The friction burned, but in a good way. She felt her frothy inner fuck-juices lubricating his smoothly fucking cock. And the chained girl knew that the desire mounting in her loins would soon erupt.
A bell rang just as Dean speeded up his fucking and pushed her over the brink into full-fledged orgasm.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh!" she gasped as she came. All the while her climax held her in its ice-andiron grip, the bell rang. As she drifted down from her orgasmic high, the bell stopped.
"What was that?" Jennifer demanded. "The bell?"
"Shut up," was all the man fucking her from behind said.
His hands reached around. She cringed away, sure he was going to give her pain. Jennifer was pleasantly surprised when the graduate assistant's fingers split into a vee and pressed into her cunt-lips on either side of his thrusting prick. This compressed her most sensitive flesh around his hard-fucking cock and sent lightning blasts of delight into her belly.
The dark-haired coed shuddered and felt orgasm mounting inside her again. The rapidity of her comes was as much due to the expert fucking as it was to her need to feel emotional release from her predicament. For a few seconds she could forget she was chained and helpless.
And as she got off again, the bell rang.
"I get it," she moaned out when she could talk again. "You're trying to condition me like that Russian did his dogs. God, how insane!, I'm a woman, not one of Pavlov's dogs!"
Dean snorted but never missed a stroke. Jennifer sucked in her breath when his hands found her clit. He managed to diddle that tiny little pink spire of erectile flesh in spite of the wire fastened to it. The young girl felt as if icicles were being crammed into her body.
His hot cock retreated from her cunt, then he fingered her clit. As he rammed back in to fill the void in her cunt, he stopped fingering her clit. This alternation of stimulation quickly brought her to the brink of orgasm again.
And then pain struck forcefully along her shoulders. She cried out in rage and agony, turned and blinked the tears from her eyes to see Jerry standing above her, whip in hand. He lashed and lashed and lashed until she was sure her back was nothing but tattered ribbons of red flesh.
Jennifer wasn't going to stand for any such abuse, not now, not when she was forgetting all the enjoyment a woman could possibly want from Dean's prick in her pussy.
She rolled to one side. The man's prick left her tight, juicy twat, but that was the price she had to pay for getting away from Jerry's whip.
"Stop it, you bastards!" she cried. "Motherfuckers! I hate you all!"
Professor Angst's voice came over a loud speaker. "Chain her down so we can proceed. The readings are just fine so far, but I don't want her to expend her energy running all over the place. I want her to climax on command."
"Right, Doc," said Jerry, already moving after the angry coed. He easily caught her and pulled her back onto her knees. She bent forward and sank her teeth into his leg. It was the first show of real resistance she'd made. And it felt good.
It felt good until Dean used the whip on her. The young girl had to cry out and this allowed Jerry to back away from her. She didn't have to look up to tell he was angry.
"You little bitch, I'm going to make you pay for that!"
"Cool it, Jerry," said Dean. "This is an experiment. You got careless. Now get her fastened so I can get back in her tight little pussy and fuck. Damn, but she's a hot one. Best ever. And my cock's getting cold out here in the air."
"Stupid cunt," muttered Jerry under his breath.
Jennifer felt strong hands dragging her back so she faced into the hot lights again. This time a collar was snapped around her neck. Chains ran off to either side of the room. When Jerry had them securely fastened, he ran another loop around her throat and fastened it to the rafter overhead. She could neither move her head from side to side or down now without, strangling herself. And as long as they kept her hands and ankles chained together, she was completely helpless. 'the couldn't even flinch away now she was so securely fastened by the steel links.
"Good," complimented Professor Angst from his unseen post. "And the readings are going off scale. She digs it. She really does."
"Figured as much," said Dean, moving down behind her again. "The way her pussy gets all wet and hot when we string her up told the real story."
"Shut up and fuck the bitch," snapped Jerry. "You talk too damn much." "Jealous, Jerry?" laughed Dean. But he did as the other graduate assistant ordered. Jennifer felt his cock surge into her cunt-lips again and sink to the hilt in her juicy pussy. This was a brand new type of fucking for her. She loved the feel of his cock inside her pussy, moving slowly, throbbing against her cunt-walls, but the chains around her neck securing her to the walls and ceiling prevented her from tossing her head or moving much at all. She was trapped like a bug in amber. She was helpless to prevent them from doing anything they wanted to her.
And that anticipation of some lewd, horrible thing strangely made her even more excited. She almost believed she wanted them to torture her more. Her cunt frothed and boiled with lust-and the dark-haired coed wasn't sure it was strictly from the feel of that virile cock sliding so eagerly back and forth. When the bell rang again, she came. Jennifer didn't know if Professor Angst saw her excitement mounting and rang the bell or whether she got off on just the bell ringing. But it didn't matter. The iron grip of orgasm was sweet no matter what caused it.
Yet the young girl worried that they were making her come from the bell rather than the man's throbbingly alive prick buried up her pussy.
Then the world exploded around her. She got off again, the cock fucking hard and fast into her pussy. She felt his prick reaming her out from behind. It was the best fucking she could remember getting. Everything about his masterful fucking made her passions rise like floodwaters. Jennifer gasped and moaned, then almost stranged herself when she tried to put her head down and ram her ass back into the circle of his groin.
The chains around her neck held her securely upright. The bright lights glared harshly into her face. And when the bell rang again, she came.
Her cunt convulsed around the thick plug of the man's prick and she groaned aloud. The feel of that cock turned her on so much she wanted to thrash around, scream and wiggle.
But she could only cry out. The chains held her too firmly for such movement.
"Keep fucking her," came the dry command from Professor Angst. "The readings are fantastic! Never seen a woman respond better."
Jennifer pushed that voice from her mind. The cock smoothly fucking in and out of her agitated pussy was all that mattered. He speared hard and fast into her, worked his hips in a broad circle to stir her passions even more, then slowly slipped from her tight sheath of fuck-tunnel. The young girl was being driven wild.
And being chained and helpless added to her excitement in ways she couldn't figure out. When Jerry lashed her across the shoulders and the bell rang, she came-hard. Never in her young life had Jennifer gotten her rocks off this hard.
"Excellent," said Professor Angst from his control room. "Perfect."
The bell rang again just as Dean's prick seared along into her cunt. The dark-haired coed came and came and came-and the bell rang as if there were a fire.
"God, can't go much more," gasped Dean. "She's clutching down so hard on my prick she's going to mash me flat."
The whip lashed her shoulders. The bell rang. The cock drove back into the tightness of her cunt. She came.
When Dean's hips went wild and he fucked madly into her churning pussy, Jennifer was carried to heights of arousal she'd never dreamed possible. The stark power of her orgasm shocked and delighted her. And then came the hot rush of the man's jism into her trembling, eager cunt. The feel of that fountaining prick inside her got her off again and again.
And every time she came, the bell rang and the whip cut into her soft, white flesh. But the orgasm was what mattered. That was what made all this worthwhile. By the time the graduate assistant's cock melted and dribbled from her clutching cunt, Jennifer was emotionally drained and weak. She hung helplessly from her chains gasping and almost strangling herself.
"Should I let her down?"
"No. She's fine where she is," snapped Jerry. The young girl wished she hadn't bitten him, not that it really mattered. They would have probably left her strung up like this regardless.
Both graduate assistants left. Alone in the room, chained and facing the harsh, bright lights, Jennifer felt wretched. And when the bell rang again, she screamed out as orgasm
smashed into her bound young body.
And every time afterwards, she came whenever the bell rang. The young girl didn't know whether to laugh or cry.