Chapter 4
"What!" cried Jennifer, stunned at the psychology professor's words. She simply stared at Professor Angst, waiting for him to laugh and prove to her it was all a joke-and a bad one, at that.
"The real experiment can begin soon," said Professor Angst. "I am conducting research into pain and pleasure mixed together, things previously done only by the infamous Marquis de Sade. While you are being fucked, various tortures will be performed on your body."
"You're serious, aren't you?" said Jennifer, stuttering now.
"Of course I'm serious. Jerry, bring her along and show her just how serious we are about these experiments."
"What are you going to do?" the young girl demanded.
Jerry's strong hands pulled her from the bed. She struggled but found that he was too strong for her. And deep down inside she just couldn't believe that the psychology professor was telling her the truth. Full professors at major universities didn't entice coeds down into cellars and then torture and sexually abuse them.
Did they?
Jerry shoved her out into the window-lined hallway she remembered so well. Jennifer almost fainted when she saw what was going on in the other room. Mala's hands had been tied to a long wooden post in such a way that her arms were stretched out on either side of her naked body. The post passed behind her back and under her arms so that she couldn't work free of it.
She had been shoved to her knees and was being whipped with a short riding crop. Jennifer's eyes widened in horror as the man doing the whipping followed the frightened and injured girl around the room, herding her like an animal. Welt after painful red welt appeared on her snowy white tits as the man beat her. He lashed out and landed one stinging blow after another on her back and tits and belly, no matter which way Mala turned or struggled. Her mouth opened wide in agony. The thick soundproofing in the room prevented Jennifer from hearing her friend's anguished cries of pain.
"Why are you doing this?" demanded the young girl. She felt Jerry's hand tighten on her arm. She tried to pull away but he held her too closely.
"Why? Isn't that -apparent?" asked Professor Angst. "The idea is quite simple. There seems to be no difference between pleasure and pain. We are researching this odd fact and attempting to discover why. Your responses to pleasure, by the way, are the most intense we've discovered so far. According to my theory, you should respond most favorably to the pain we will inflict."
"Let me go! Now!"
"No, my dear, that's not possible," said the professor, shaking his head. He never took his eyes off the torture scene unfolding in the room behind the one way mirror. "You volunteered, you signed a contract. You will be paid and given your grade-in return for your cooperation in. the experiment."
"This is inhuman. It . . . it's like something out of a Nazi concentration camp. You can't do this!"
"I am quite serious about my work. And some of the earlier classic works in the field of pain research were done by Nazis. I have studied them carefully. They were bungling butchers."
"I'm glad to hear you say that," sighed Jennifer. "I thought you were going to praise them or something."
Professor Angst continued as if he hadn't heard her. "They were clumsy oafs. They lacked the finesse I bring to pain. They were crude while I am sophisticated in the ways of inflicting agony. And they had no real scientific basis for what they did. Yes, this will be an instructive experiment."
Jennifer felt a cold lump form in the pit of her stomach. It took her a few seconds to realize the psychology professor meant what he said. The sight of Mala being whipped like a dog convinced Jennifer this was no bizarre prank. The professor meant everything he said.
Professor Angst spun and stalked off without saying another word to the frightened girl. He seemed lost in contemplation of the pain he would give her.
She turned back to the room and watched in mute horror wondering how her brunette friend could bear such pain. Jennifer cringed as every single stroke of that wicked leather riding crop lashed across Mala's once-perfect white skin. She felt her own skin crawling and wondered if this was what was in store for her.
Jennifer turned to Jerry and saw the feverish look of interest in his eyes. He was turned on by the brutal whipping, not repelled by it like she was. The young girl shivered and wondered how she could possibly escape this cellar prison.
The hallway led up to offices above. But she was naked. If she went running around like
this someone would quickly catch her. But was that so bad? The cops would arrest her and take her in and she could tell all about this depraved experiment being done on campus. The president of the university should know about this.
"Jerry," she said, trying to keep her voice under control, "we can have a lot more fun than that. If you know what I mean. I can do things to this that'll make you feel real good." The dark-haired coed took his prick in her fingers and stroked along the limp length. She felt life stirring there.
Jennifer shuddered again, not sure if it was her fondling of his cock and balls that was making him hard or if it was the sight of Mala being so brutally whipped. When Jerry's cock was about half-erect, she jerked as hard as she could on it and kneed him in the groin. He let out a gasp and dropped to his knees. She didn't waste any time worrying about decency. Jennifer ran like a bat out of hell for the stairs and went up them three at a time.
But she found the door at the top locked. The steel plating gave the door the substance of a bank vault. Naked and hurrying, there was no way she could get through it.
The dark-haired coed gasped and flailed about when strong hands grabbed her ankles. She turned and fell heavily. Jerry had grabbed her and was firmly holding her down so she couldn't kick him.
"Bitch," Jerry snarled in a low voice. "I should teach you here and now not to fight. But I've got my orders. This is a controlled experiment."
"Jerry!" came Professor Angst's voice from the foot of the stairs. "Did she try to escape? I got a huge reading on the computer. It almost went off scale with the intensity of her emotion. It's everything I hoped for."
"Hoped for?" Jennifer echoed dully. "You mean you wanted me to try to escape?" "Of course," gloated the pschology professor, coming up the metal stairs to stand only a few feet from her. "I want to examine the entire range of emotions. Fear, pain, pleasure, all of them. Fear registered nicely. Those electrodes measure more than just how you feel from a fucking. Much more."
She tried to pull the electrodes off her tits. She screamed when the glue refused to give. Professor Angst laughed at her. "Those are epoxied. A very strong glue that binds well to the flesh. You'd have to use a razor blade to remove them. Literally you'd have to cut your skin off to be free of them."
"But you said there was a solvent."
He laughed again, more harshly. "There is, but you wouldn't want me using it on your tender skin. It'd burn your precious, satiny smooth skin and leave nothing but ugly scars."
"You lied!" she cried. "You lied about everything. You're a sadist. You don't want to do anything but torture us!"
"Not true. I'm a scientist. It's hard for a non-scientist to understand my detachment from the experiment. But I care nothing for you, my dear. Nor do my graduate assistants. They merely carry out my orders."
The psychology professor gestured with a twist of his head. Jerry pulled her back down the stairs. When they were in front of the window, Jennifer saw every single move of that degrading drama unfold in front of her. Mala was no longer being whipped with the riding crop, but she'd had a dog collar put around her neck. A silver D-ring in the front had a leash snapped onto it. The man was able to pull her around on her knees like some animal being taken out for a walk.
When the man turned around, Jennifer caught her breath and held it. She hadn't noticed him before. She recognized Dean, the graduate assistant who'd lied to her and had taken advantages of her troubles with the midsemester exam. He smiled as if he saw her and then turned his attention back to the chained Mala.
"This is an interesting part," said Jerry, close to Jennifer's ear. "He had prepared her just as I did you. Now he's whipped her and chained her to that post. She's quite helpless. And with the dog leash, he can make sure he keeps control."
"This can't be happening," the dark-haired coed said in disbelief.
"Now he sees if his softening will work. He's going to make her suck his prick."
"I suppose the electrodes were relaying all the horror Mala feels back to some goddamn computer."
"Of course. Watch, yes, there he goes. And he did it! He's got her sucking his cock after only ten minutes. A breakthrough in our programming technique."
Jennifer didn't want to watch but something inside forced her. She saw the horror on her friend's face as she moved her lips closer and closer to the twitching end of the man's prick. Dean moved a step back just as Mala tried to capture his cock with her lips. She almost fell on her face. Only a strong tug at the leash kept her from falling facedown on the concrete floor.
Dean moved around and finally positioned himself so that the people watching through the mirrored window would be able to see every sordid detail of the abuse. Jennifer saw Dean pull harder on the leash. Mala's head came down until her lips closed over the end of his bucking cock. And then the girl's cheeks went hollow. Jennifer knew she was sucking for all she was worth.
The young girl thought Mala might be trying to get the man off as fast as possible, in the faint hope this would end the abuse. But Jennifer thought different. She had guessed that the entire week would be filled with a never-ending series of torments while Professor Angst's hidden computer recorded every single twinge of pain and humiliation.
Mala's mouth worked more avidly on the man's cock as she got into this phase of the sucking. She licked up and down the sides of his shaft, her eager tongue pressing in all the right spots. She kissed and licked to the hairy sac containing his balls.
A darting tongue poked against the side of his ball-sac and felt the nuts trapped inside in the lead-heavy jism boiling around. With a mouth both soft and demanding, the chained, beaten and abused young coed sucked in the balls and lightly gnawed on them. The whole while she was tonguing and sucking on the man's nuts, the leash was kept pulled tight around her neck.
Jennifer saw her friend's tongue push the balls from her mouth. She returned to the side of the heavy shaft of his prick. Licking and kissing, she went back to the cleft head of his prick. A tiny, bright drop of pre-cum beaded at the piss-slit. Mala's tongue scooped up that drop and savored it for a moment-until the leash tightened around her throat and almost choked her.
She turned red in the face as she strangled. "Stop him!" cried Jennifer. "He's killing her! You can't let him do that to her!" "Wait and see what happens," said Jerry. "If it's like the other experiments we conducted, she'll suck his cock better than ever. We haven't figured out why. Sort of the same reason hostages end up loving their kidnappers, maybe. It's called the Stockholm Effect and has been observed throughout the world." "That's absolutely sick," said Jennifer in a choked voice. She couldn't take her eyes off the scene unveiling in front of her. The way Mala avidly sucked on Dean's prick wasn't natural. Sure, the girl liked giving head, but the lustful expression on her face chilled Jennifer to the bone.
Mala liked being humiliated and forced to give this blow-job. And in spite of all that, her tongue leaped out and danced all over the tip of the man's quivering cock. That rough, pink tongue stroked and caressed the hot stalk of cock-flesh as if it were the tastiest thing in the
world and she couldn't get enough of it.
Her cheeks went concave under the suction she applied to the knobby tip. When she sucked, she smiled around the thick plug of prick. Jennifer wanted to look away. The red welts on her friend's tits and back glowed with an inner light that must have been painful.
But Mala didn't notice. If anything, it seemed that the pain made her suck even harder.
Jennifer wanted to run, to turn away, to think about something-anything!-else. She couldn't. It was as if she were rooted to the spot. Being bare-ass naked as she was convinced of her own vulnerability. She had started this experiment thinking it would be a lark. She was a healthy, lusty college coed. Being paid for fucking over a week vacation and thinking it was helping science had seemed like paradise to her.
Paradise had turned into hell.
She felt Jerry's prick rising behind her, pressing between the meaty half-moons of her asscheeks. Jennifer moved away and found her tits pressing into the cold glass of the window. She was sandwiched perfectly, unable to escape. She couldn't even close her eyes and avoid the sordid scene of her best friend being forced to suck cock.
"You'll like this even more when you're the one in the room," said the graduate assistant behind her.
"I'll hate every second of it," she declared hotly.
"Then why's your cunt already damp? Your cunt-juices are leaking out and making you a liar." His hand reached around her supple waist and grabbed down hard on her pussymound.
The young girl moaned and involuntarily leaned back into his body. She felt his prick parting her asscheeks and plunging into her humid ass-cleft. But his hand moving over her cunt did the trick. She gasped out when his middle finger stabbed out and dipped into the wet well of her cunt.
He began finger-fucking her, his finger moving slowly at first and then with growing speed and determination. She felt as if her whole world had been destroyed. All her moral values were going up in smoke. Things she had believed for years were turning to ash.
She shouldn't be hot to fuck now. Not when she knew what this whole obscene experiement was about. But Jennifer couldn't convince her pussy of that. It drooled lewdly at the thought of being forced to suck cock like Mala was doing in the mirrored room.
The finger stretching her cunt-walls to the breaking point was tormenting her sexually, and she was enjoying it. She was trapped between Jerry and the glass. She couldn't possibly escape him-and yet she wanted more of his finger inside her cunt.
"Fuck me," she moaned out in a low, tortured voice. "Go on and fuck me. God, I need you inside me with your prick. Not your fucking finger, but your prick!"
Jerry laughed at her. "Not yet, baby. This is just to keep the pump primed. The real experiment begins when your friend's finished with her discipline session."
Jennifer almost wished Mala would finish sucking off Dean so she could get into that room. It was sick and stupid on her part. She didn't want to be beaten with- a riding crop or have a dog collar snapped around her neck. She didn't want to be treated like an animal.
And yet her pussy churned and frothed out even more of her fuck-juices. She couldn't control the flood of passion gushing from her twat. She needed to be filled with hard-fucking cock. Nothing less would do. Even if she had to put up with all the pain and humiliation, she wanted cock.
The thought jolted the young girl. What if she wanted the pain and abuse and the fucking was only secondary? She tensed up. Jerry moved just enough to ram his cock into her asshole. He didn't penetrate her but the motion made her gasp.
Her tits flatted against the cold glass. Her nipples pulsed hotly and tried to explode with the passions mounting inside her body. Her nipples tried to expand and found nowhere to go. The dark-haired coed wanted to back off but the man behind her had other ideas.
"Just watch as your friend sucks cock," he ordered. His hands held her firmly around the waist. She shuddered every time his hips made a convulsive thrust forward. The thick head of his prick never quite entered her shit-chute, but the attempts kept her wired up and tense.
The sight of Mala's lips caressing and sucking around Dean's prick revolted Jennifer. And in spite of that revulsion, she got off when Jerry's middle finger in her cunt was joined by two other fingers. Those three worked hard against her slippery pussy-walls. The friction and pressure got her going and then the combination of his cock between her asscheeks, the sight of her best friend being face-raped, and the fingers fucking her cunt all made her come.
She gasped and tried to crawl right up the wall as the ice-and-iron grip of climax seized control of her young body. The dark-haired coed shuddered and her entire body felt as if it were on fire. But she still didn't understand why she was getting off so strongly now. She was lost in the wonderland of sex that she had always thought before came from long, slow, passionate fucking.
Now the coed wasn't so sure. She was coming-hard-from being forced to watch another girl degraded. The sight of Mala being face-fucked should have turned her off. Something inside her made her respond fully to it, though. And it horrified Jennifer.
"She's just about ready to get him off. Look at the expression on her face," said Jerry. "She loves it. See the way she works harder when Dean jerks on her leash?"
It was true. Mala sucked harder and used her tongue faster every single time the graduate assistant jerked on her dog collar. His hips were levering in and out now, sending his thick cock into her mouth with increasing power. The girl took his prick and actually appeared to want more. It didn't seem to matter to her that she was chained to the wooden rod or that she had been brutally whipped. All that counted was sucking cock.
Her master's cock.
Jennifer cringed when Dean's prick jerked with the spurt of jism. The man pulled his prick out of Mala's hot, sucking mouth and came all over her hair and face. The girl eagerly attempted to get as much of that jism into her mouth as she could. Most of it caked her once lustrous hair.
Jennifer was sick but she also came. The feel of the fingers fucking her cunt, the sight of the man's fountaining prick, the way Mala looked, everything conspired to get her off. Even her helplessness being pressed into the window by Jerry's prick added to her illicit arousal.
She came and came and came and hated herself for it. And Jennifer realized this was only the first act. Worse treatment was in store-for her.