Chapter 5
"Take her into the room, Jerry," came Professor Angst's anxious voice. "I can't wait to see how she responds. She's been giving out the highest levels of arousal of any of our specimens so far."
"Specimen?" cried Jennifer, outraged. "Is that all we are to you? We're only guinea pigs to be used in some horrible sex experiment!"
"My dear," said the psychology professor patiently, "you make it sound so sordid. It is for science, I assure you. If I wanted to get my kicks, there are other ways of doing it. You personally would have gone to bed with me in return for a good grade in any of my classes. No, Jennifer, this is for science and science alone. We must examine human responses to pleasure and pain."
He motioned into the now deserted room. Jerry shoved Jennifer in and slammed the door behind them. That sound made Jennifer feel more alone than she'd ever felt before. She was cut off from the rest of the world. On her own, she couldn't possibly cope with the seriousness of her predicament. Jerry was going to do the same hideous things to her that Dean had already done to her best friend.
"I won't suck your cock," she said in a menacing voice. "If you try to make me, 1'11 bite your cock off! I swear it!"
"Don't even think of doing that," said Jerry carefully. "We have ways of preventing such disobedience to our commands." He went to a rack on the wall and took down a long, black leather whip. He uncurled it and snapped it a few times in the air in front of the frightened, cowering coed.
She cringed back as the whip's tip licked across one of her turgid nipples. The surge of pain into her body was almost enough to make her faint.
"Don't worry," said Jerry lightly. "It won't pull off the electrode. That epoxy glue is strong. I'd have to cut off your tit before that electrode would be disturbed."
"I was worrying more about my own skin," she said, beginning to edge around the room. She didn't have the slightest idea what she wanted to do, but she knew that standing in one place wasn't safe. She had to keep moving and keep Jerry off balance.
It didn't work. His whip snaked out and wrapped around one of the dark-haired coed's slender ankles. A quick jerk landed her on her ass. He pulled harder and forcefully dragged her across the rough concrete floor.
When he towered over the frightened young girl, the whip still painfully curled around her slender ankle, he said, "You insist on being difficult. I must take more stringent measures against such things or I'll be chasing you all the time."
Jennifer tried to kick him in the balls with her free foot. He avoided it easily and trapped her ankle in his strong hand. A quick twist and the graduate student rolled the young coed over onto her belly. With both her feet being held almost at waist level by the man, she was virtually helpless.
Jerry moved with lightning speed to drop down between her legs and grab her arms. He pulled her hands up over her head and quickly handcuffed her. The cold metallic clicks as the bracelets closed painfully on her wrists made Jennifer shudder and realize she was truly his prisoner. Nothing she could do would allow her to escape the clutches of Jerry--and Professor Angst.
"Don't do it to me, Jerry. Please!" she begged. "You can let me go. Honest. I want out of the contract. It can't be legal, it just can't be!"
"It can and it is. And I won't let you go." He surveyed her manacled hands with approval. He allowed the naked girl to get to hands and knees. She wobbled a bit since her wrists were so tightly chained together. Jennifer tried to widen her knees and then figured out what that would look like from Jerry's point of view.
She would be opening her pussy to him, spreading those tender cunt-lips as her thighs parted. And her ass would be white and inviting as it jutted up into the air. But she had little other choice. She could simply lie down, but the concrete floor was cold and would cut and abrade her soft tit-flesh. Already the rough concrete brutally cut into her palms and knees. She didn't want to make the pain any worse than it was now.
Trying to rise to just her knees proved harder than she anticipated because Jerry held her head down.
"I like you in this position. Just like a dog. I think I might fuck you like a bitch in heat. But first you have to be paper trained, don't you, you untrained bitch?"
"What are you talking about?"
She shrieked with pain as the rolled-up paper hit her across the ass. The surprise was as much a part of the punishment as anything. But her ass-flesh burned from the impact. The man kept swatting her with the rolled-up newspaper until she tried to get away. She trotted on hands and knees away from him. "Stop it. That hurts!"
"It's supposed to. Go piss on that paper in the corner of the room."
"What?"
Her only answer was the rolled-up newspaper hitting across her dangling tits. The paper smashed into her tits and mashed them flat for a moment. Pain lanced up into her chest and robbed her of breath. In that short time while she struggled for air, Jerry managed to hit her on the ass several times. She almost wished he would use the whip on her. That wouldn't be quite as demanding as being treated like a disobedient puppy.
She trotted forward until she came to the spread-out newspaper he had indicated. But the dark-haired coed simply couldn't believe he actually wanted her to piss on the paper like he'd said. She couldn't believe it until he continued hitting her tits and ass with the harsh paper. Large red areas of bruised flesh were tingling. She felt weak and pitiful inside. "Do it!" he cried. "Piss on the paper!"
Jennifer had no other choice. She did as he commanded her. She pissed on the paper, feeling so humiliated she didn't know what to do afterward. But if she'd been abused before, she came to realize the worst was just beginning. Jerry grabbed a handful of her luxurious black hair and forced her nose down into the smelly puddle of piss.
"This is the spot where you'll always piss and shit," he told her. "Smell it. Remember it." Strong hands at the back of her neck forced her face down toward the paper.
She tried to keep her nose out of her own piss. She failed. Jennifer almost vomited but Jerry let her up just in time. She felt a surge of gratitude for the man and his charity toward her. He could have been much harsher and wasn't.
Then the young girl realized she was totally wrong. She shouldn't be feeling gratitude toward him. He was the one forcing her to do all these terrible things. She should be hating his stinking guts, not thanking him. She should be thinking of ways to escape his clutches. Didn't prisoners of war have a code where they had to escape from the enemy concentration camp? Jennifer decided she had to escape, no matter what the cost.
This was war.
But the chained, abused girl couldn't keep it out of her head that he had been merciful to her and that she had to please him to keep him from really abusing her.
"Out here," he commanded. "Into the center of the room." He slammed the rolledup newspaper into the palm of his hand a few times to tell her what she'd get if she didn't obey. When she did, he put a bowl of water
down in front of her and said, "Good doggie. Good little bitch. You can drink now." "You bastard!" she-raged. "You cocksucking faggot motherfucking bastard! How dare you treat me like this! You don't have any right at all to . . . "
She almost drowned when he shoved her face down into the water. She sputtered and eventually subsided. He finally allowed her to surface, gasping for air.
"Don't talk back. Do as you're told and you'll be rewarded. Fail to obey and you will be punished. Do I make myself clear?"
"I hate you," the young girl shouted. "God knows how much I hate you and that awful Professor Angst! I'll see you both in jail for this! You're violating my civil rights!"
"You shouldn't say things like that," said Jerry sadly. "I must now punish you. I must discipline you with more than the paper." He took down the whip from the wall rack again and lashed out at the chained Jennifer. The leather tip stroked across the smooth curve of her ass, leaving behind an ugly red welt.
To the girl, it felt as if acid had been poured on her white skin. She shrieked in agony and tried to run. away. Jerry had so conditioned her that she didn't even try to get to her feet. She just raced around the room on all fours, just as a whimpering dog might do.
When Jerry had finished crisscrossing her ass with whip-welts, he stopped and asked, "Are you going to say things like that again, bitch? Or do you want more discipline?"
"I ... I won't," she sobbed, the pain making her mouth the words. She knew that he'd stop whipping her if she didn't annoy him any more. Jennifer didn't want anything in the world more than for the pain to go away.
"Very good," he agreed. "And now since you're being such a cooperative bitch, I am going to give you a nice reward. Come over here."
She went over to where the graduate assistant stood, hesitant and worrying that he might be lying. But Jennifer had nothing to lose. She was already handcuffed and forced to move around like a dog. The room was locked and she couldn't hope to escape it. Besides all that, she still had the monitoring equipment attached to her clit and nipples. Professor Angst could track her down electronically as long as they were fastened to her most sensitive flesh.
"Good," said Jerry, and she almost smiled. Jennifer recoiled in horror when she realized she wanted to please the man. Her tormentor dropped to his knees behind her, his hands stroking over her burning, whipped ass. "I'm going to give you your reward now. You will enjoy it."
She shuddered as his hands cupped both of her asscheeks and began squeezing down on them. The tortured, whipped flesh trembled but the movement of his fingers actually aroused her. He wasn't going to hurt her. He had already told her that. She had pleased him. He was going to give her some of that pleasure now.
Jennifer groaned even more when she felt the long, hot shaft of his prick poking down into her ass-crack again. The hot cylinder of cock-flesh dipped lower and lightly brushed her tensed asshole. She moaned and wanted him to fuck her up the asshole.
"There!" she cried. "Fuck me there!" "No," he said quietly. "I don't think so. Perhaps later, if you're very, very good. Right now, I'm just going to mount you like a stud dog would fuck a bitch. I'm going to show you how good it can be obeying me as long as you're an animal."
His cock slid past her asshole and worked down to her trembling cunt-lips. The puffy flaps guarding her cunt-hole fluttered in response to this attention from his prick. It was so much different being fucked like a bitch in heat than it was spread wide and wanton on the velvet-covered, overly soft bed that Jennifer hardly recognized the similarity in the sensations.
This was lustier, more vital, more alive somehow. And she wanted his prick more than anything else in the world. He had promised her a reward and this was all she could have hoped for. The young girl wanted it. She wanted his prick badly!
"Fuck me!" she pleaded. "Drive it all the way up into my cunt. Give me all your cock!" His hands stroked over the reddened halfmoons of her ass. He levered his hips forward, sending his prick racing into the pink, cradling dampness of her cunt-lips.
The electric surge into her loins almost brought the dark-haired coed off. Never had Jennifer been turned on this fast by the movement of a man's cock against her pussy-lips. In it, yes, but never from just the promise of it entering her raging hot cunt.
"Fuck meeeee!" she begged. "I need it so baaaaad!" She put her head down on the cold concrete and reached back between her legs with her handcuffed hands. She found the graduate assistant's balls dangling down under the long spike of his prick. She tugged at his balls and felt them churn and boil inside. Reaching higher, she captured his cock and pulled it directly toward her cunt-hole.
The man laughed delightedly and she knew she was pleasing him. For some reason, giving him pleasure was the only thing she could think of. Nothing less would do her. The bound coed pulled harder and positioned her own ass so that his plum-tipped cock was right in the center of her glistening pussy.
"Fuck me," she called out. "Drive that prick all the way up my pussy. It's where I want it nooooow!"
Jennifer gasped in surprise as he rammed into her pussy. The sudden penetration took away her breath. One instant, she was all hollow inside and hungering for the cock she knew would come eventually. The next instant, she had all the prick she could stand. In this position, he was able to bury himself impossibly deep in her twitching, avidly awaiting cunt.
His huge girth pushed her cunt-walls to the breaking point. But she felt those inner membranes quickly expanding to take his mighty pillar of cock. The prick danced around virile and strong in her tightly gripping cunt for almost a minute, as if he wanted to savor the heat boiling from her guts.
And then he began fucking her so fast she felt her teeth rattle under every single impact of his body against hers. This wasn't a slow, easy, gradual fucking. He went at it brutally, giving her his all-out best. She felt his cock ripping and roaring along her fuck-tunnel, warming her belly with friction. The full length of her cunt contracted mightily as she came.
Jennifer heard the man grunt as her pussy snapped down and powerfully squeezed on his hard-fucking prick. But he didn't slow down. Her slick cunt-oils allowed him to slide out easily enough, in spite of the way she was trying to clutch at his virile prick and hold him inside her with her pussy-muscles.
"More," the dark-haired coed begged. "Give me more!"
He fucked her so hard that she felt the skin rubbing off her cheek as every single slamming movement into her cunt pushed her entire body along the concrete floor. She reached back and massaged his balls while he fucked her like a dog. She loved it. In spite of the beating and the humiliation and all the rest, Jennifer loved it and couldn't get enough.
She came again.
This time she triggered the man's climax with her convulsing cunt-walls. He pumped wildly into her hot, tight pussy. His prick reamed her out good, the fuck-juices leaking out around the thick plug of his cock. As her entire body tensed up, his prick jerked hard and shot out the creamy white jism locked in his balls.
The searing gush of his cum set her off again. The young girl loved the feel of his hairy thighs rubbing into her whipped ass. The feel of the concrete cutting into her flesh made it lustier, better than ever. And the superheated surge of his jizz set her off with the biggest orgasm of her young life.
The instant that gooey spurt blasted into her eagerly awaiting pussy, the man pulled out. The second and third spurts and remainder of his white hot cum squirted out onto the young girl's back and trickled down her spine.
But Jennifer didn't care. She almost got off on this degrading behavior on the man's part, too. Everything-anything-he did was okay with her. As long as she could get more prick like that, she would be happy.
When the afterglow of a good fucking wore off, Jennifer wasn't quite so sure of herself. She realized the hopelessness of her situation and panic set in.