Chapter 6
Jerry left the room and Jennifer simply laid full length on the cold floor, wondering what was going to become of her. She wanted to cry at the humiliation the man had heaped on her. He had actually treated her like an animal!
But tears refused to come. She felt too confused for crying. She wanted more of his prick-and that wasn't the response she thought she should have after such a brutal torture and rape. Jennifer wanted to hate Jerry, to strike out at him and give him the same kind of hurt she felt. But the emotion simply wasn't inside her. He had done terrible things to her and she didn't hate him. If anything, she wanted more of the abuse he dished out.
The young girl managed to get to her feet. With her hands so securely chained, she lacked real freedom of movement. Walking around the tiny room didn't give her any cause for hope. The door was securely bolted from the outside. The single mirrored window in the room was too thick for her to break with her bare hands and, naked as she was, she didn't have much in the way of resources. The few implements around the room were mostly whips and iron rods.
The dark-haired coed shuddered at the thought of what those iron rods might be used for. One of them was discolored as if it had been thrust into a fire. A branding iron. She quickly moved away from it and tried to think of more positive things.
The thoughts didn't come. Escape was impossible. And every single spark of emotion she felt was transmitted out the electrodes glued to her nipples and clit, sent directly into Professor Angst's spying computer. She didn't even have the privacy of her own emotions.
Jennifer banged hard on the door and called out, "Let me go! I don't want to have anything more to do with this goddamn experiment!" No answer came from the outer world. It was as if she had been buried and forgotten. She hammered harder on the door but got no satisfaction.
The feeling of being abandoned hit her worse than the humiliation. She might be left here forever. Who'd know she was locked inside this cell? No one had been told where she was going. Over the spring break most of the college students headed south for the orgies in Fort Lauderdale. All her friends would think she had migrated down to those beaches for some of the hot and heavy beach action.
The only person who'd know better was Mala, and she was somewhere else in this subterranean prison, sucking cock or being fucked or having some other indignity thrust on her.
For the first time since coming to Professor Angst's experimental lab, the sheer helplessness of her position hit Jennifer. She sank down and huddled herself into one corner of the room. The young girl wanted to cry again but the tears still refused to flow. The shock of what had happened to her smashed into her brain and left her entire body feeling numb.
She looked up, startled, when Professor Angst came into the room. He closed the door behind him, cutting off any chance she might have for running past and getting into the corridor beyond.
"Professor," she begged, "let me go. I thought your experiment was like the one you showed me. I didn't know you were going to do . . . this!" The coed felt a catch in her voice. Tears were near.
"Nonsense, the experiment is just beginning. I have the normal readings from your clitoris and have added only one further experience to it. I must have more data. And you will supply it. Now!"
As if on command, both Jerry and Dean came into the room. Jerry's prick was still limp and dangling between his legs like a garden hose. But Dean's cock was stiff and ready for action.
In other circumstances, Jennifer would have taken this hard-on as a compliment. Now it meant further humiliation and possible rape for her.
"Not the dog collar," she blurted out. "Don't do that to me. Please, I'm begging you not to put that damned thing around my neck!"
"Your fame precedes you, Dean," laughed Professor Angst. "Don't worry, my dear. He won't put such a thing around your neck. I have other, more interesting experiments to conduct with you. Your responses have been phenomenal. Really first rate. Hang her up. By her hair."
Jennifer sat in her corner and stared openeyed at the two men as they came for her. She had heard what the psychology professor had said but it hardly penetrated her dazed mind. Her body wasn't really in bad shape yet physically. The few times she had received the rolled-up newspaper across her ass and tits hadn't hurt her much. The pain had been brief and fleeting. And it had sparked her hidden desires for a real fucking, which she had gotten.
But to be hung up by only her hair was barbaric. She didn't want any part of it.
As soon as Dean reached for her, Jennifer dodged and ducked under his hands. She ran to the center of the room, crying out, "Keep your filthy hands off me. I saw what you did to Mala. You won't do anything like that to me! I'll fight!"
"Good, do it," said Jerry, moving in on her like one of a pack of hunting dogs. "I need some action to get back my hard-on."
She tried to kick him. He easily captured her leg and held it under his arm. With her hands shackled in the metal bracelets, she was helpless. If he pulled the least bit on her leg, he would topple her over onto the floor with brutal force. Dean came in from the other side and grabbed a handful of hair on both sides of her head.
"Ouch! Watch it! Let me go!"
"String her up, man," said Jerry. "I like the way she's kicking but, I want more action than stroking along her leg. Even if it is such a nice leg."
Again Jennifer felt the oddly mixed sensations in her body. The dark-haired coed knew she should be feeling frightened-and she was. But mingled with it was the feel of the graduate assistant's hands sliding up and down the inside of her tender leg. Every time he came close to her cunt, a tiny electrical surge of desire volted into her cunt. His stroking warmed her inner thigh and made her hot for more than just fingers near her pussy-lips.
She didn't know what to do or feel. And then Dean jerked hard on her hair and pulled her up onto tiptoes. Jennifer's one leg was still trapped under Jerry's arm, but she had to stand in a straining position because of the way Dean fastened her hair to a beam overhead. He took a handful on the other side of her head and fastened it to the beam almost a foot from the first knot. When he was finished, Jerry released her leg.
Jennifer found herself standing on tiptoes. Either she had to endure the almost immediate agony caused in her calves and thighs or she had to swing free suspended only by her lustrous black hair. The pain in her scalp would be more than she could bear. She reached up to relieve some of the pressure on her hair. Neither of the men moved to stop her.
She instantly found out why.
Dean moved in from behind, his prick parting her meaty asscheeks just as Jerry's had done. But this time he wasn't aiming for a rear entry to her pussy. His cock blasted hard against the tightly held ring of her pinkly fisted anus. She screamed in agony as he tried to sink his unlubricated cock all the way into her shitchute.
"That huuuuurts!" she bellowed. Everything in her body hurt. The young girl didn't know what hurt worst. The way her hair tugged at her scalp sent vicious twinges of pain all the way down her neck and into her shoulders. But her legs were cramping from trying to stand on tiptoe like she was. And the anguish of being ass-raped like Dean was doing added to her troubles. She felt nothing but pain and misery and wanted to die.
"Let me alone!" she pleaded.
"She wants to be left all alone," said Dean in a mocking voice. "I think she needs company, lots of company."
"Lots of company?" asked Jerry, looking at his prick. It slowly jerked aloft until it was almost half-erect. "I think she might want my poor little friend to keep her company." He moved forward and kicked her feet wider apart. For a second, the dark-haired coed was suspended totally by her hair.
Jennifer blacked out from the waves of intense pain. When she came back to the reality of her torture, she felt Jerry's half-limp prick being shoved into her twat. The limp cock pulsed slowly and throbbed against her most sensitive flesh. Even as she hung there she felt his prick stiffening more and more until it filled her cunt.
Her pussy trembled around the hard and throbbingly virile cock inside her. She tensed and then relaxed, realizing that he was going to fuck her and there was no way in hell she could prevent it.
"All hard and ready to fuck," sang out Jerry. "How are you doing, back door man?" "Working on it," replied Dean.
The young girl found out what Dean meant right away. The blunted knob of his prick poked harder into the tight ring of her asshole. She kept her anus tight to prevent any prick from raping her ass. But it was a losing battle. In spite of the pain and humiliation of being strung up by her ebony hair and then fucked in this bizarre manner, she wanted his prick.
Jennifer loved the feel of his hands moving slowly over the smooth, whipped curves of her ass. He kneaded the doughy half-moons of her asscheeks and then pulled hard at them. She thought Dean was going to rip them off her body. The young girl tensed and moaned out her agony, then relaxed as he allowed her buns to close together again.
As the strung-up coed relaxed, the man's prick raped fast and hard into her asshole. She felt his cock plunging deep into a private hole where no man had gone before. He fucked into her ass and then stopped, his cock pulsing hotly in the girl's tightest passage.
"Please," she sobbed, tears finally flowing. "Don't do this to me. B-b-both of you in me at the same time's too much. You're t-t-tearing me up!"
"Isn't that a shame," grunted Jerry insincerely. "She doesn't like both of us inside her at the same time. But I love it. It feels damned good to me."
"I can feel your goddamn cock pressing into mine right through her guts," said Dean, shaking his head in agreement. "And hot! Damned if she's not just about the tightest ass I ever fucked."
Jennifer hung between the two men, sobbing and wishing she were dead. Her whole body ached and her scalp was beginning to feel the real strain of suspending her entire weight. The places where her hair had been tied to the rafter overhead throbbed and pulsed hotly, sending lances of pain down her neck and into her throat. Even her tits hurt from the way they had strung her up.
But the young girl was still so confused she didn't know what to feel. Both cocks inside her body at the same time made her tremble and moan with real lust. They filled her to the point where her guts felt as if they would explode. But the young girl loved the feeling.
A single prick wouldn't have given it to her. Two did.
"Please," she begged them, knowing it wouldn't do her any good. "Stop it!"
The graduate assistant banging away at her asshole grunted in disagreement. "No way, and I never heard of a chick who didn't get off on getting ass-fucked. I think she's just being contrary for the hell of it. Maybe she's a prickteaser at heart."
Jennifer didn't know what she was. The feel of Dean's prick moving in and out of her asshole made her think his cock had been dipped in some sort of acid. It seared her tender flesh and made her rectum feel as if it were being eaten up by millions of fire ants. But Jennifer knew that under other circumstances she would have been begging him to ass-fuck her faster.
The feel of his prick slipping in and out of her pussy did give her the most pleasure of all the things happening to her. She didn't get off on the pain in her neck and shoulders, nor did the coed like the way they had handcuffed her wrists together. Those two things made her completely helpless, yet that helplessness allowed her to really get into the fucking.
She couldn't stop them. She was chained up and dangled from her long black hair. All she could do was endure what they were doing to her. And as she concentrated on the movement of their pricks in her tight cunt and ass, she got off.
Jennifer hated herself for it, but she came anyway. The young girl knew that this was a sure sign to the two raping graduate assistants that they were doing things to her that she couldn't resist. She didn't want them continuing their ass-raping and pussy ravaging ways, but she couldn't hold back the flood of her seething emotions either.
Swinging slightly, dangling entirely from her hair, the girl felt the racking waves of orgasm blasting through her tender young body. The way her pussy contracted around the cock up her would have been exquisitely pleasing under normal circumstances. Now it was only part of the whole package.
"Shit, she's crushing my cock," gasped out Dean from behind. "I felt her entire asshole clamp down on me. It was like fucking into a guillotine. It's fucking great!"
The man increased his speed, driving his prick harder and deeper into her asshole. The dark-haired coed couldn't stop herself from bending forward as much as she could from the waist. This shoved her ass back into the circle of the graduate assistant's crotch. His cock sank an extra half-inch up into her flaming hot asshole.
Grinding her hips rubbed her well-whipped assflesh against his hairy thighs. This sent new and surprisingly wonderful sensations of joy into her loins. The cock, the hairy legs, the feel of his hands gripping at her meaty asscheeks all got her off again.
"Let's do this right," said Jerry, sweat pouring off his face and dripping down his chest. "You in, me out. Then we reverse. That way we can keep her going for a long time."
"I'm already in," grunted Dean. "I'll start pulling out now. You get your prick all the way into her cunt as soon as I'm fully out."
As Dean spoke, the two men acted. Jennifer thought she would go mad from lust when the pricks changed places in her guts. The hot length of prick slid from her asshole until only the thick head remained in the tight ring of her sphincter. But at the same time Dean was retreating, her needy pussy was being stuffed full of Jerry's hard, wonderfully virile cock.
"Please, I'm on fire inside. Why are you doing this to me?"
"The experiment," panted Jerry. "The experiment! We want to give Professor Angst the best possible readings, don't we?"
He bent forward and started licking at her tits. She felt his rough, pink tongue slither down the side of her left tit and stroke through the deep canyon between her boobs. The wires sending the signals to Professor Angst's computer twitched and tingled and made her feel even more arousal. When the graduate assistant worked his way up the other tit and found the nipple with the electrode glued on it, she came.
Jerry sucked in his breath as Jennifer climaxed. The girl vaguely realized that her pussy-walls were convulsing powerfully around his buried cock and giving it the thrill of a lifetime. But she was past caring about that. The pain and pleasure these two men gave her mixed into a dose of sensation so powerful she couldn't keep from coming again and again.
"Gotta back away," muttered Jerry, his cock already leaving her pussy. She moaned in horror at the loss. It seemed to be the only thing she had that could offset the pain she felt in her wrists and shoulders and head. The hair on her head felt as if it would pull loose at any second.
But the two men worked together well as a team. As Jerry's cock left her pussy with a wet, lewd sucking sound, Dean's raced up into her back. She felt that cock pulsing hotly against her raped bowels, every contour of the cock feeling as if it were branding itself into her soft flesh. The filled feeling grew and the darkhaired coed exploded once more in orgasm.
"She's chopping off my goddamn cock," protested Dean. "I know, dammit, I know it! Every last goddamn time she comes, her asshole smashes down on me. The entire length of my prick's being hammered flat. God, talk about tight and hot l Her asshole is the tightest and hottest!"
Jennifer barely heard the graduate assistant's words through the roaring of her own pulse. It pounded like ocean surf in her ears. She thrashed around, but she was too firmly held in place by the bonds of her own hair and the twin spikes of the men's pricks.
Twisting and grinding her hips, she got even more stimulation from the dual fucking. The girl's body seemed poised on the pinnacle of ultimate human pleasure. In spite of the horrible things they were doing to her, in spite of the pain she felt, in spite of knowing she was a prisoner to be sexually abused, Jennifer got off powerfully.
"Can't hang in there any longer 1" cried out Dean. The dark-haired coed felt his prick growing inside her. Tensing her asshole around his cock proved impossible. The thick fuck-stick began fucking her with all the power and lust locked up in the man's hips. He slammed repeatedly into her pillowy ass, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her softly yielding asshole.
She cried out in pain. He ripped and tore at her now. But when the hot rush of his jism filled her bowels, it was almost a relief. His prick began to deflate and gave her some respite from the filled to overflowing feeling in her guts.
All that remained to torment her was Jerry's prick. And even he had begun to fuck her more forcefully, corkscrewing his way into her pussy. She felt every single inch of his cock lifting her up into the air. She didn't think it was possible when he pulled her entirely off her feet.
For an instant, the young girl swung free, her cunt filled with his mighty cock. Her entire weight was suspended on his hard, quivering prick as she swung backwards. And then he pulled free of her cunt again with the same lewd plopping sound. She gasped as he broke the vacuum formed between her pussy-walls and the piston of his cock.
"You're tearing me up inside. And my head! I can't stand any more. I hurt all over. Stop it, stop iiiiit!"
He fucked faster. Her words fell on deaf ears. She tried to reach out and grab him, to shake him and make him stop torturing her like this. The coed didn't know for sure, but she guessed that the hidden Professor Angst was getting a computer full of data from her ravaged, raped cunt and asshole in that instant.
Her entire' body quivered like a raw nerve ending. Every single stroke of the man's prick into her seething hot cunt pushed her just a little closer to total madness. The pain and pleasure flowed through her body, mixing strangely. She didn't know whether to come or cry.
Jennifer did both.
And then came the liquid gush of the man's prick as it emptied itself into her twitching pussy. Her cunt-walls contracted and gripped hard at his buried length, squeezing down on it and getting the most sensation possible.
Jennifer came and came and came. By the time the young girl's orgasm had passed, the man's cock had turned limp and had dribbled from her cunt. She hung by her hair, pain her only companion now. The thick juices from both graduate assistants' cocks leaked from her asshole and pussy and ran down the insides of her thighs, drying and caking.
Crying hardly seemed adequate for being raped up the ass and cunt. But it was all the dark-haired coed could do, tied up by her hair and chained the way she was.