Chapter 10
Jennifer jumped at every shadow. She heard noises that weren't there. She was terrified Professor Angst might come back. The darkhaired coed had no idea how long she had been left alone in the room. The harsh lights had been turned out and the room plunged into twilight.
Once, she tried to break the chains on her wrists. The thick steel links didn't even bend, much less break. She finally gave up, panicked that she had wasted so much time trying to escape from the chains. She had to get out before the psychology professor returned.
Struggling hard, Jennifer wiggled toward the door. Pushing at it with her shoulders, she managed to get it open wide enough for her to slip through.
"Noooo!" she cried as a hand reached out and grabbed her. She was spun around to face Jerry. Before she could say another word, he forced her back into the room and shoved his hips forward. His prick was already free of his pants. The cock slid between her lips and into her mouth.
"Suck," he said.
"No," Jennifer gasped around the thick plug of cock. "I won't do it! Kill me if you want but I won't do it!"
The bell rang. Jennifer came, orgasm smashing through her tender body as surely as if she'd spent long hours fucking, a long, hot, hard prick up her juicy cunt.
As the tremors in her body died, she begged Jerry, "Please don't make me do it. Please!" "Suck!"
She sucked. It was all she could do. Her tongue ran around the rim of his cock, teasing sensitive flesh as she prayed that he would come in a hurry. She didn't want any more of this abuse. They treated her like some sort of animal. She wasn't human as far as they were concerned. She was to be used like a guinea pig.
"Suck harder."
His hands laced through the shorn remnants of her hair and pulled her face in to his crotch. She almost gagged as the rubbery tip of his prick bounced off the roof of her mouth and descended down her throat. She managed to take his entire length.
Every time she swallowed, her Adam's apple bobbed hard against the underside of the graduate assistant's prick. This seemed to spur Jerry on. His fingers tightened. Finally, he allowed Jennifer to move her head backward.
She gasped in relief.
The hot air from her nostrils gusted through his pubic bush and tickled his balls. She saw his hairy little bag contracting into a hard sphere. She knew then it wouldn't be long before he came. She sucked harder, her cheeks going hollow under the strain.
The young girl tasted the male musk from his cock and this turned her on. In spite of being tied up like she was, in spite of having been chained like a dog, in spite of all the tortures and rapes of the past few hours, the smell and taste of this man's cock made her pussy begin to flow. She moaned softly and eagerly devoured his cock.
"Yes," he muttered. "That's more like it. Suck as hard as you can. Eat my prick!"
Her rough pink tongue flicked out and lightly danced all over the tip of his cock. She managed to insert the end of her tongue in his piss-slit, just a little. This excited them both. She tasted the first drop of cum. There would be a flood soon. But the bell rang again and orgasm smashed into her tender body.
Jennifer couldn't help sucking in hard. Jerry's cock exploded in her mouth. He pulled his prick back from her gasping lips and fountained out his jism into her face. The girl didn't care. The bell continued to ring. She came and came and came. Only when the bell stopped ringing did she sink down to the cold concrete, panting and totally drained emotionally.
"Why are you doing this?" she moaned. "I don't deserve it. I hope you burn in hell! You and that scumbag professor of yours who put you up to this."
Jennifer looked up to see Dean coming into the room, joining Jerry. Dean silenced Jerry's angry retort. Silently they picked her up. She couldn't see what they were doing, then she felt her wrists finally come free from her ankles. While her wrists were still chained, they were only fastened to one another. She could stand.
But they didn't allow that. Another clink sounded and she felt herself lifted up into the air. She was suspended from a hook fastened into the ceiling. She dangled, her toes slipping across the rough texture of the floor.
Both graduate assistants moved forward. Each one grabbed a slender leg and pulled. She swung outward, her legs pulled into a wide, obscene vee. Her cunt was exposed to both leering men. Dean quickly pulled down his fly and yanked out an already hard cock.
Without a word, he moved into the vertex of her legs, his prick going before him like a blind man using a cane. She moaned softly as his cock entered her cunt.
Jennifer closed her eyes and tried to imagine she was elsewhere. She concentrated on her hatred of these men. The pain in her shoulders and arms and wrists was intense, almost more than she could bear. The chains were unyielding against her flesh, and her entire weight was supported by them now. The way her legs were held apart caused intense pain to rocket up into her crotch.
And then the bell rang again. The young girl came.
As her cunt convulsed in orgasm, Dean moved forward. He fucked into her pussy-hard. He didn't seem to notice that her cunt was gripping down fiercely around his prick. He fucked smoothly, easily. And when her pussy started to froth and boil with her lust, he began fucking even faster.
The girl was dangling from the chains and lightly swung back and forth with every thrust. Dean quickly picked up her legs and held them under each arm. She was swung to and fro as he drove his prick into her softly yielding cunt.
"I'm on fire inside. I'm burning up!" she groaned. "And my arms, oh, sweet Jesus, my arms are coming out of their sockets!"
Dean didn't listen to her moans of pain. He seemed oblivious to her cries of pleasure. His prick parted her pinkly scalloped inner cuntlips and shot balls-deep into her twat. Once berthed there, he rotated his hips in a large circle. She felt his prick stirring inside her like a spoon in a mixing bowl. She knew she was responding forcefully to him and hated herself for it.
The bell rang and she climaxed.
When she came, her entire body convulsed. She felt her muscles going rigid with desire, and then she shook all over like a leaf in a high wind. The graduate assistant allowed her as much freedom as he could without releasing her or pulling his prick from her steamy pussy.
"More," Jennifer moaned aloud. "Give me more, damnit. Fuck harder. I want it all the way up my cunt. Split me in half!"
The words seemed to be coming from other lips. She couldn't believe she was turned on by torture like this. Her arms were leaden weights now. The tug of her body on her wrists and shoulders was driving the frightened girl out of her mind with pain. And the crude fucking lacked all the finesse she knew should be needed to get her off.
The bell rang and the young girl tried to hold back. The cock fucked harder, faster, deeper. Her guts warmed. The bell rang again and she couldn't hold back. She came.
The pain blurred the pleasure of the fucking. Just the feel of the hot and hard prick inside her tight little cunt was all it took to get her off again. The bell was a little slow in sounding, but it came. Vaguely, Jennifer guessed Professor Angst was enjoying the show too much and wasn't paying attention to the damnable read-outs taken off her clit and throbbingly erect nipples.
But Jennifer couldn't deny she was getting off, bell or no bell. She loved every single thrust of Dean's cock. She even began swinging her body to and fro so that she got more force into each of his savage cock-attacks.
The spurt of his jism took her by surprise. The dark-haired coed wasn't expecting him to get off so quickly. But he had. Jerry moved up and said, "My turn now."
He pushed Dean aside and moved in. She cried aloud as the pain really hit her arms and shoulders. Her entire weight was suspended by that chain looped over a hook in the ceiling. And then hands fumbled under her asscheeks and ran down the backside of her legs. She was hoisted up, her pussy exposed to still another hard prick.
"I got it up fast just watching you two. And the sight of her getting off whenever the bell rang helped me, too. Shit, I can't believe the way she gets off!"
The young girl tried to focus. She couldn't do it. Just as she blinked to clear her vision, she felt the blunted end of a cock poking into her tender cunt-lips again. She shivered, a cold breeze finding its way into the room through the open door. The girl's pussy-fur actually rippled with the wind, and then the coldness was driven away by the heated shaft of hard cock-meat.
He plunged balls-deep into her seething .cunt. She felt his balls wetly slapping at her asshole and wondered how much more of this she could endure. His hands worked up her legs until she was braced against him. The dark-haired coed wondered what Jerry was doing, his hands working against her wellwhipped ass-flesh.
Then she knew. His finger found her asshole and plunged into it. She came hard. Jennifer barely heard the bell ringing over the sound of blood rushing through her ears. Her entire body shook and she almost fucked herself on his prick. Her hips swung back and forth in rapid movements and his prick sailed up into her pussy.
"Ring the damn bell again. I want to feel her cunt smashing down on my cock!"
The bell rang and Jerry got his wish. Jennifer's pussy contracted hard around his thick shaft of cock.
"Ten bucks says she can't come ten times in a row from the bell," came Dean's distant voice. "With or without your cock in her cunt."
"Covered!" shouted Jerry. He began fucking hard now. And the bell started to ring. Jennifer's pulse sounded like a drum roll in her temples. She felt the surge of blood into her tits as she breathed harder and harder. Her nipples pulsed with painful intensity. The glued-on electrodes threatened to come loose under the earthquaking of her tits.
She felt the cock reaming her out, moving slowly inside her, then speeding up. And that finger! It drove her insane with desire. He managed to stroke his own prick through her delicate inner membranes. The knowledge that the graduate assistant was doing this excited Jennifer as much as anything-anything except the ringing bell.
The friction mounted. Her cunt-walls burned. The love-juices that had once run freely now evaporated under the frantic fucking. He swung her with greater speed, with more determination. His finger up her ass tormented her. And the bell rang louder.
Then Jerry came. His balls literally blasted out his jizz in a white-hot stream that seared sensitive cunt-walls.
All the while he was jetting his load into her hungrily awaiting cunt, the girl was coming. But she wasn't thinking of being chained and hung up like a side of beef. She wasn't thinking of all the cock that had raped her. She wasn't thinking of the pain.
She thought about the ringing bell and the way she got off.
She didn't need cock any more. As long as she had the bell to get her off, she didn't need a damned thing more.
"Please, Professor Angst," Jennifer begged. "I've done everything you wanted." The man sneered at her.
"Look, Professor Angst," she continued, her words slurring as she spoke rapidly. "I got you five new subjects, no questions asked. I'm sure they will be just what you want for your experiment. And ... and I'll go through as a subject again. But please, you've got to . . . "
"Enough," the psychology professor said, holding up his hand. "I told you, Jennifer, that you couldn't be a subject a second time. You put in your week and I got my data. It's fine. You were my most successful subject. But these experiments are done in the advancement of understanding about human responses. You can contribute nothing more."
"Professor, please!" the girl begged. She dropped to her knees and threw her arms around his legs so he couldn't move away from her. "I need what you can give me!"
"It seems my experiment conditioned you perfectly," he said.
"Let me have a few minutes alone with the bell.
"Or . . . " he said, pushing her away.
"Or the whip!" she blurted. "Beat me-but fuck me, too! I can't get off any other way now. I've tried. Other men are so pallid in comparison. None of them will whip me or chain me. And they don't understand about the bell. Please, Professor Angst, I'm begging you."
She said nothing as the man ran down the zipper on his pants, pulled out his cock and began pissing on her. She shuddered and salty tears washed away some of the smelly piss, but she stayed on her knees, servile to him. And when he had finished, she didn't even object to his grabbing a handful of her regrown hair and pulling her into the room.
The dark-haired coed's cunt began to churn at the sight of the familiar room. The chains. The whips. All as she remembered.
"You will become one of my assistants," the psychology professor said, stripping off his clothes. "You will do whatever I say."
"Yes, yes!" she agreed. And when the bell rang, she moaned and thrashed about on the floor, lost in orgasm.
By the time she had come to her senses, she found herself chained down, her legs fastened to a long wooden stick so that her pussy was widely exposed. The man rammed a broom handle into her cunt and rang a bell at the same time. Jennifer came-harder than before.
Professor Angst then bent the dark-haired coed over and shoved his prick into her asshole, fucking her powerfully while leaving the broomstick up her cunt. She could barely contain herself. She didn't care what he'd done to her. She didn't care what he did to her. As long as she got his prick and his punishment, she was in heaven.
The bell started ringing and Jennifer began coming, orgasmic tremors earthquaking through her lush, young body.