Chapter 8
"So fucking tight!" gasped out Jerry. "Gonna come. Can't keep it inside me much longer."
His balls had tightened into a hard little sphere dangling under his long prick. When the graduate assistant started butt-fucking the dark-haired coed, the jism locked inside his body began to boil. The churning tumbled his balls and made him feel like a pressure cooker.
As he drove his needy cock into the chained girl's ass, the heat and friction worked their magic on him. Never had he found a hotter hole to fuck. His entire cock was surrounded by fuming hot female flesh. Her very body was trying to melt him down into a puddle.
And the friction of his prick against the bound girl's rectum sent tremors all the way down into his balls. It was getting harder and harder for Jerry to keep that fiery tide of cum from blasting out and into her shivering asshole.
When the graduate assistant came, he was going to give the dark-haired coed the sexiest enema of her life.
He wanted to make certain he got his rocks off in a big way. But more important to him was the placement of the wires on the coed's lithe young body. Professor Angst insisted that every single moment of this ass-raping had to be recorded on the computers. While Jerry enjoyed this a lot, he knew future enjoyment in other experiments required him to takethe time to give the psychology professor all the information his computer could handle. To do that, Jerry intended to really come. No little dribbly come for him this time. This was going to be big!
Twisting and turning as he fucked the girl's upturned ass caused his prick to respond mightily. It grew until he was pressing insistently into the tight tunnel of her asshole. Swollen with lust, that cock filled her completely and made her groan in both pleasure and pain. Her asshole was closing down around his prick like a hangman's noose when his hips exploded in a frenzy of fucking.
Then, as he drove balls deep into her seething hot asshole, Jerry came. His balls jerked once and then he erupted. His white-hot jism geysered out and into her ass.
Jennifer might have come when he did. He couldn't tell, but he knew that Professor Angst's computers would have it all perfectly recorded electronically. Every green-lined squiggle and jerk would go into its memory banks. But that didn't matter to him. He felt nothing but contempt for Jennifer now. Sexually, all those young girls enjoyed anything with a cock. He was just claiming what was his by right. The professor's experiment was only a good dodge as far as he saw it.
Jerry straightened and looked down at Jennifer. Chained, her hands firmly secured to her ankles so that she was forced to crouch with her ass jutting up into the air, she looked vulnerable, weak, completely beaten. The red crisscrossing on her ass from where Dean had whipped her still glowed warm and fresh.
Jerry reached down and ran his hand down the smooth half-moon of her asscheek. The flesh trembled and she tried to move away. The wires glued to her clit and tits prevented it. He stepped on the chain linking her ankles and this positively stopped her forward progress.
"Don't run off," he said. "This phase of the experiment is just getting under way." "Stop it," the dark-haired coed pleaded in vain. "I can't take any more of this. Look, I'll do anything if you let me go. Anything!" The fear and panic in her eyes were seen by the graduate assistant. And he knew that Professor Angst was seeing it all, too.
Ht looked down at her remembering her tight cunt and asshole. Her slender legs were knotting from the impossible position she was chained in. Her perky tits flopped around under her chest and moved just right to turn him on.
He glanced down at his soft cock. It would be some time before he got another hard-on. He looked at his useless prick, then at the bound girl. He smirked. The job he'd done on her was a masterpiece. Her cunt and asshole were visible from all over the room. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't escape him. With her hands bound and her ankles chained as tightly as they were, Jennifer wasn't going anywhere.
The feeling warmed him in a decidedly unscientific manner, making his cock stir a bit. This surprised Jerry. Never had a chick made him hard again so fast.
His prick jerked about halfway up and then trembled. It was still too soon. But even so, he knew it wouldn't be much longer before he could fuck her again. Seeing all those goodies spread wide in front of him, he was going to have a hard time choosing which hole he'd fuck first.
Her cunt? It was tight and looked inviting. The pinkly scalloped inner pussy-lips fluttered out from her dark-furred outer curt-lips. He could see the wet hole with its velvety walls and clutchingly tight muscles beckoning to his prick. He enjoyed the feel of her juicy pussy all around him, squeezing down and massaging his prick, but that wasn't what Professor Angst wanted him to do next.
The dark-haired coed's tight asshole held promise. But he'd just finished shooting his creamy load of jizz up into her bowels. The coed's rectum would still be whitewashed from his jism.
Her mouth was a possibility. Jerry remembered how she had sucked both him and Dean off at the same time. The girl knew how to suck cock.
Or maybe he could fuck her tits. They were crushed flat by her legs right now, but he could take care of that by lengthening the chain a bit. The relief in the girl's young, lush body would be tremendous. She'd hardly notice when he gripped her tits, pulled them together into an artificial twat and then fucked through them. She might even like it.
But he decided against that. The wires glued onto her nipples would definitely get in the way. And Professor Angst wanted her humiliated, in pain, made to suffer even as she was being fucked. It was vital to the next phase of the experiment that she be totally degraded and reduced to a quivering blob.
He couldn't decide and didn't want to take the time to talk it over with the professor. He was supposed to be learning how to conduct experiments as a graduate assistant, after all. He had to take the initiative. Should he use the whip on her again? Stuff her cunt full of cold iron and then fuck her up the butt? All those seemed to be worthwhile things to do to her. His cock stirred again at the thought of what he might do to this cunt still chained up on the cold concrete floor.
"Please, let me go," Jennifer begged. "You've done all you can to me."
"I have, eh? Well, let me show you a thing or two more so I'll change your mind."
He picked up a coat hanger from a nearby rack. Using the long, stiff wire across the bottom, he applied it to the dark-haired coed's upturned ass. A fiery red welt appeared on her snowy white flesh.
Continuing to whip her with the coat hanger, he soon produced a vivid red network of welts over her ass. The marks glowed with an inner fire that stirred something inside him. He had to give her more of this!
Every time the coat hanger fell on her tautly stretched ass-flesh, the young girl winced. The pain was tremendous. She didn't know why she didn't pass out from agony. The spanking she'd gotten earlier was mild compared to this. The warmth of the whipping had spread through her ass and made her hidden nerves respond more fully to the fucking he'd given her.
Or had that been Dean? Jennifer couldn't remember. It hadn't been Professor Angst. Or was it? The whole brutal scene shifted treacherously around her. She couldn't keep a thing lodged in her brain. As soon as a thought formed, pain drove it out. She ached up her cunt and ass, and her shoulders and legs ached so it made her want to cry.
And her once-lustrous, long hair was chopped off with a pair of scissors. The only good thing about getting her hair cut like that was no longer being dangled from the rafter overhead. But Jerry and Dean and Professor Angst made sure she never had a chance to recover from her abuse. They always heaped more on her.
Taking turns helped them and hurt her. She hardly knew or cared who currently whipped her ass. And the pain!
It was driving her out of her mind. The entire lower half of her body burned. When Jerry began applying the coat hanger to the tightly stretched muscles on her upper thighs, Jennifer fainted. But she regained consciousness in a few seconds after the man threw a bucket of icy water over her naked body.
"I'll do anything!" she sobbed. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"I know you'll do what I want. Trussed up like you are, you don't have any choice. But this? I'm doing it because it turns us both on. Don't deny it. The professor can verify the fact you're getting hot from my whipping. The computer doesn't lie."
Jennifer cried out even louder. What he said was true. It did turn her on. Words caught in her throat. Even when the graduate assistant stopped whipping her with the wire coat hanger and lightly touched her legs with his hand, she flinched. The touch was similar to having acid dropped on her flesh.
He wanted to humiliate her for the psychology professor. And Jerry was doing a damn good job of it. No matter what he did, it couldn't remove the memories of this whipping. The ass-fucking had been bad; this was worse. Being chained up and then fucked-raped!-had seemed the worst thing he could do.
Then he had done it and Jennifer found she loved every second of it. That made it all the worse for the dark-haired coed.
She was finding out the depths of depravity that Professor Angst and his assistants would go to. They were unable to slow down or let her rest. Her very presence seemed to goad them on and make them more perverted and intent on doing awful, obscene things to her. Jennifer fleetingly thought of Mala and then her mind blotted out her friend due to fear. Jerry moved toward her again.
"See my cock? It needs some of your mouth-love. Suck my prick!"
He thrust it over her mouth. Jennifer could barely reach his flaccid cock with her tongue. She strained upward, her neck muscles knotting in pain. Jerry moved away. Not much but enough to keep her struggling upward.
Chained as she was, this extra stretching ripped her muscles apart. He seemed to delight in the girl's attempts to suck on his prick. And Jennifer knew that the computer recorded her frustration-and her arousal at being mistreated like this.
She finally managed to suck in his limp cock. Her tongue whirled around the purple tip until it started growing in size. The cock was about the size of her thumb. It rapidly doubled until it pressed firmly against her ruby lips.
He moaned. She began sucking even harder on his prick. If she could only get him off again, he might leave her alone. And it might be a long time before either Dean or Professor Angst came to abuse her.
Her tongue worked overtime. It darted here and there, touching, stimulating, caressing, until he was fully erect again. His long cock danced with lust inside her mouth. The taste of it made her breath come faster.
Looking into the graduate assistant's tangled bush, the girl saw how her hot, gusting breath made the mat of pubic hair twitch and wiggle. It was as if some erotic hurricane blew through it.
Most of all, though, the young girl felt pain. The muscles in the back of her neck had tightened to the point where she could barely hold up her head. The strain across her shoulders sent knives of pain jabbing down into her upper arms.
And being bent double as she was didn't help her circulation any. Her cunt was still gaping widely with her legs spread and chained and she couldn't reach up with her hands as long as her wrists were securely fastened to her ankles.
If it hadn't been for the tasty prick she sucked so avidly, she could have died of shame then and there.
That long, meaty prick kept her sane. The taste of it made her mouth water. She wanted more of it. Her tongue weaved an erotic pattern all over the thick, bulky head. She played with the tiny flap of skin hanging down under the cleft head. And when she tried to stuff her tongue all the way down the tiny piss-slit at the end, the man groaned loudly.
"Damn, you got the suckingest mouth I ever saw. Keep doing it to me. Love the way your tongue moves on my cock."
The way his prick bounced and jerked, she knew he wasn't lying. But it was an easier command to give than to obey. Her neck muscles failed her. Jennifer had to collapse down and rest her forehead on the cold concrete floor. It simply wasn't physically possible for her to keep sucking his cock, no matter how much she wanted to.
Jerry screamed out his rage.
"Bitch! Cock-teaser! You play with my prick and then you stop when you want. Well, baby, it doesn't work like that around here. I'll show you!"
He began whipping her again with the wire coat hanger. When it bent around her curvy ass, he dropped it and picked up a broad leather strap. The thick leather formed huge mountains of welts on her bare, unprotected ass-flesh.
The room filled with the sound of the strap striking her unguarded skin. Where once the wire-caused welts had been, now there were huge, wide bands of ugly flesh produced by the strap. The graduate assistant seemed to have gone berserk. He couldn't stop whipping the defenseless dark-haired coed.
Jennifer began to cry. Her entire body was one huge agony. Her tits hurt where the tops of her thighs brutally crushed them. She would have moved but she was too firmly chained double on the floor. Her hands had long since gone numb from lack of circulation due to the chains cutting into her wrists. And her middle was permanently creased.
Jerry didn't stop whipping her with the leather strap. The broad whip began to draw blood. She felt it trickling from the wounds on her once snowy white ass.
The sight of the blood spurred the man on. He became a machine intent on giving pain-and nothing else.
The one thing the teenager could never get out of her mind was the thought that all this was being dutifully recorded by the spying psychology professor in the other room. The wires on her clit and nipples tingled as more and more electricity surged from them.
Jennifer managed to look up at Jerry. It seemed to her that he was only doing a job. But his cock told how excited he really was. His prick jerked at full erection. He was getting a sexual change out of beating her senseless.
And she understood the feeling. What he was doing to her was the must humiliating experience of her young life. No matter that she'd been degraded in bizarre ways before, chained and whipped by the men, deceived into fucking and then swung to and fro by her hair. Every time Jerry whipped her, it was an odd, perverted combination of pleasure and pain she experienced. Jennifer hated him and loved him at the same time.
Suddenly, the graduate assistant stopped. Taking his prick in hand, he moved behind her crouching, chained body and jammed his cock into her lewdly gaping cunt.
She felt his prick shoot all the way up her fuck-tunnel. The entry was so quick that it took her totally by surprise. Jennifer shuddered, then felt the familiar stirrings of lust deep inside her loins. No matter what he did to her, the girl's cunt was always ready for cock.
He began fucking her. There was no technique to it. He simply stuffed his prick in and then pulled it out as fast as he could.
The young girl didn't care. Her body throbbed with pain. And pleasure. It helped erase all the things he'd done to her before. The feeling of goodness spread throughout her belly as he continued fucking her. His cock spread her pussy-walls and smeared her thick inner juices all around the mouth of her cunt-hole.
She could almost believe this was an ordinary fucking. Shutting her eyes and blotting out the pain, concentrating only on the good feelings of his cock fucking deep into her pussy, Jennifer imagined she was in bed with the best of her many lovers.
Then she felt his prick slip from her twat. Jennifer realized that this was no fantasy. The slight tingles of the wire glued onto her clit reinforced that sordid reality. She was being raped for the benefit of some perverted experiment!
"Ungh! I can't take any mooore!" she shrieked as he stuffed his prick back up her asshole.
Her tiny anal sphincter had clamped down hard when the graduate assistant had begun fucking her cunt. With the suddenness of a summer storm, he had pulled out and smashed into her ass.
Pain filled her universe once again. Gone was the faint beginning of pleasure Jennifer had felt. Now there was only a red sea of pain.
He was abusing her again-and loving every second of it.
Only her hatred for Professor Angst and his diabolical experiment kept her going. She wanted to kill him worse than any other person in the whole wide world. Nothing simple. She wanted lots of pain to go with it, pain to show him what he was doing to her young, tender, chained body.
"You like this, don't you, you silly cunt?" "I hate you!" she screamed. "And I hate Professor Angst!"
Jerry's only reply was a laugh. She knew then he wasn't going to stop humiliating her. Never. She might have signed a contract for a week of this, but she knew then she could live to be a thousand and he'd still be around making her feel like warmed over shit.
She tried to accept the anal rape. The friction built in her loins. The man's cock was stirring all the right emotions, but she was so drained physically and emotionally she could no longer respond properly. Only pain greeted his driving cock as he plunged into the heat of her ass.
The puddle of sweat on the floor under her spread. Her entire body was covered with perspiration. Trying to get away from Jerry wasn't possible. The chains didn't allow it. She was helpless. Whatever he-and Professor Angst-wanted to do to her, they could.
With a lewd, wet plop, he pulled free of her asshole. Standing up beside her, he looked down menacingly.
"Suck on it again. I want to feel your lips sucking off your own shit."
He shoved his prick down into her mouth. Jennifer turned her head away, but his fingers savagely tore at what was left of her hair. It was less painful to suck his cock-shit and all.
The teenager licked and sucked and soon had the graduate assistant's cock bucking with
intense desire. It wouldn't be long before he blew his wad. She could tell by the way his cock expanded under her tongue's caresses.
The swollen length of his prick managed to grow even more as she teased the hot tip. The purple head spread wider and the wild jerking increased until she could barely keep his prick between her lips.
She wanted to bite his cock off, but she had been warned against that. The wires fixed to her body would relay her intentions. She had to remember she was completely under Professor Angst's control. He could make her do anything he wanted. And if she refused or made any trouble, he was in the position of punishing her severely.
He might stuff the wires back up her cunt and asshole. She didn't think she could stand that driving, searing inner pain again. Putting up with Jerry was bad enough, but that electrical discipline was more than she could take.
Jerry's hands brutally gripped at her tits and threatened to pull the hard nubbin of nipple off. Hope surged for a moment. Jennifer thought Jerry was removing the wires. But he was only turning more and more animal like as his lust mounted. She wished she could get him off in a hurry. The teenager was beginning to fear for her life.
Up to this point, Jerry had been content with playing mind games. Everything he'd done had hurt bad, but the pain wasn't too intense. Sure, she hurt, but she could live with it.
Now he was beginning to enjoy seeing the blood flow. Her ass was well-brutalized by the leather band. She still felt the thick red blood clotting on her asscheeks. And Professor Angst was allowing his graduate assistant to do all this. He had to approve. Jennifer just hoped his precious computer recording of her agony was all fucked up.
But things never worked that way. She knew deep down inside that everything was being faithfully recorded. And that made the young girl feel even worse.
Jerry's cock stiffened, then jerked hard. His hips went wild and he began stuffing his cock into her mouth, face-fucking her.
This was it. She sucked hard. She had to milk him of every drop of his tasty cum. It was small reward for all she'd put up with, but it was better than nothing.
But Jerry denied her even that tiny pleasure. He yanked his prick from between her lips, then jetted his jism into her face. Spurt after creamy spurt of his jism splattered onto her cheeks and eyelids. When he had matted part of her hair, his cock simply collapsed.
He had come in her face, not her mouth. He had cheated her again.
The next thing Jennifer was aware of was Jerry's voice saying, "Right, Professor Angst. I'll be in in a second. Let me get my pants on." He started to leave.
"Wait!" Jennifer cried piteously. "You can't leave me like this."
"You want more? All right. But later. Maybe Dean will service you. Whatever Professor Angst wants."
Whatever the psychology professor wanted, she thought dully. He totally controlled her life now. Whatever Professor Angst wanted, she got. A week suddenly seemed like an eternity to her.