Chapter 8
If Hudson's appearance had not changed, he thought bitterly after three days had passed since his visit to Elaine Duke, his psyche had certainly been altered. There had been no message, not even an acknowledgement, from Madame Martel. In the faculty dining room, he was relegated to nonexistence. She neither spoke to him nor looked at him. When her glance did happen to carry his way, it was as if he were the invisible man. Miss Duke was little better. Except for "pass the salt," she did not speak to him either. She had spoken to the madame, however. She told him that in a brief phone call the morning after he had gone to her room. Since then, there had been nothing--particularly from the source that counted.
Hudson had slipped into a state of self-castigation. He cursed himself for making an utterly sick, groveling fool of himself. He had been so sure that his visit to Miss Duke would titillate the madame's sense of dominance, but he ignored the potential humiliation that could be heaped upon him by simply ignoring his ploy. And now he had sucked and licked that woman's foul ass and had nothing to show for it. He was right back where he started: miserable and confused, and still aching for Britt Martel whom he had elevated in his mind to the high priestess of eroticism.
Tuesday night he was in his room, doing what he had been doing for the previous two nights--waiting. He made a halfhearted attempt to correct English compositions, but he couldn't concentrate. He kept staring at the telephone on his desk and hoping it would ring and even trying to rationalize making a call. None of the rationalizations bore fruit. They fell apart for a simple reason: he instinctively knew she would delay contact interminably if he began to pester her.
He gave up the paperwork and turned on the television. Mt. Arcadia, via a. huge antenna, received one weak channel from a distant city. He stared at it blankly for some time then snapped off the drivel in disgust. It was incredible how his balls could ache so and how, when he was anguishing his lust, his cock would constantly be hard. In the dark hours the night before, he had got out of bed and onto the floor and attempted to suck his own cock like he had done in the company of Miss Duke. He had strained and huffed and only managed to get his tongue on the tip of it. Without someone to help him, he realized, he would need considerable practice. So even that had been a failure. He was forced to conventionally masturbate for the first time in years. Now, nearly twenty-four hours later, he was contemplating masturbation again.
Or he was, at least, until he heard the knock on the door.
With his heart pounding, he opened the door to find a girl student standing there. Her name was Lynn Parker. Hudson tried to hide his disappointment.
"Yes, Lynn? What can I do for you?"
"May I come in, Mr. Hudson?"
He hesitated. Having a student come to his quarters was highly irregular. Still, Lynn was a very enticing young lady. She was short and slender, but nicely proportioned--very similar to Hope Fairchild. She was a blonde, too, but wore her hair in soft curls that framed her oval face, and had large brown eyes. The quick thought occurred to him that perhaps all the girls weren't strung out on lesbianism. He smiled and let the girl into his room.
Fortunately, he was wearing a loose cardigan sweater that fell below his waist. As he had opened the door, he had managed to hide his bulging erection. He asked Lynn to sit down and said, "It's always nice to see a student take an interest in her work. I take it you're having some problem in English that I might not be aware of. Well, fire away . . . I'll be glad to be of help."
"I'm not here about my schoolwork, Mr. Hudson," the girl said. He gave her a friendly, confidential smile.
"No, then what could it be, Lynn?"
"Madame Martel sent me."
The erection hidden beneath Hudson's pants and sweater twitched. He cleared his throat. "You have a message? She wants to see me?"
The girl shook her head solemnly. "No, it's something else. I think you'd better let me explain. It's kinda, well, detailed."
Warily, Hudson said, "By all means, explain."
Lynn Parker, who was dressed in school clothes and carrying a large, baggy purse, picked up the purse from where she had set it down next to her chair and began to take out articles and set them on the coffee table. First, one extra-high-heeled pump, then the other; a pair of sheer nylons; and a waist-high corset with long garter straps. She looked up to meet Hudson's wide-eyed stare and said, "I'm to wear these tonight. You're to take off all your clothes completely. Then ..." she fished back into the big purse. Her hand emerged holding a molded plastic dildo nearly the size of his own cock. Dangling from it were straps by which it obviously attached to the girl. She went on seriously, "I'm to wear this, too. There are certain things I'm to do to you and to tell you to do . . . and the madame says you'd be very cooperative. In any event, I'm to report to her everything that we do and say. Are you ready to start, Mr. Hudson? I'm rather anxious to get this over with and get back to the madame. I'm sure you can understand that. "
Hudson laughed, but it was not a characteristic laugh. It was a little hysterical and rather shrill. It startled Lynn, and he was forced to say, "No, no, it's all right. Just as the madame says, I'll be very cooperative. This is something of a surprise to me, though, you see. I'd expected the madame to, ah, well. . . never mind. Maybe I shouldn't be surprised at all."
The girl smiled understanding. She made a gesture indicating his clothes. Hudson was almost giddy as he undressed. The madame was truly an original, bless her black heart, he thought as he slipped off his pants making no effort to hide the hard cock from Lynn. Sending a young girl to humiliate him was a stroke of perverse genius. He knew that if he were in his right mind, the state of mind he'd been in even a week earlier, he would have felt anger and outrage. Now he felt nothing but twisted appreciation; for in sending the girl, she had indicated that he was not to be ignored. He stood naked in front of Lynn, his erection bristling, anxiously waiting for the sensual drama to begin.
The girl stripped with the detachment of a bored prostitute. She sat down and pulled on the dark nylons and slipped into the heels. Standing up again, she slipped the corset loosely around her and beckoned him. "You have to lace me up."
The restraining garment extended from her hip bones to a point beneath her breasts. Hudson bent in back of her and cinched up the laces, pulling them tight until she ordered him to stop. She had hooked the garters to the nylons. The corset gave her the appearance of a wasp-waisted little vixen whose tits seemed larger than they actually were. Hudson was excited by the costume. He realized it was no mean feat to make a seventeen-year-old girl, especially one with a pretty, innocent face, appear sadistic. He offered to help her with the strap-on penis, but she refused him. Indeed, she was quite competent, a fact that caused Hudson to wonder if the madame herself had her little charges wear false cocks and fuck her? The speculation gave him renewed faith. He could certainly service her needs far better than an imitation.
The plastic cock jutted out at a ferocious angle. Swinging as it did from where her young cunt would have normally been visible, little Lynn was transformed into quite an imposing creature. She swiveled her hips a couple of times, whipping the cock back and forth, to test the holding power of the straps. Satisfied, she came forward. "Get on your knees and suck it," she said flatly.
Hudson went down at once and took the cold, hard thing between his lips. It should have done absolutely nothing for him--a plastic, inanimate, insensitive thing. Yet, as he sucked, he could feel the simulated veins and ridges and circumcision of the device. As his lips and tongue slid over the molded anatomy, he could appreciate the perversity of his position. Before she called a halt to the weird cocksucking, he had managed to excite himself far in excess of what the situation warranted.
"Now bend over," Lynn said, walking around him. "Your ass is going to be fucked." She was very businesslike. There were no preliminaries. When she knelt down behind his spread cheeks, she did not caress him nor finger his anus nor wet it in any way. The only lubrication available was what he had left on the plastic from his own mouth. The girl simply positioned the blunt end of the intractable weapon tight against the crinkled aperture--and rammed it in!
"Arghh!" Hudson's cry erupted from his throat! The sudden pain hit him like a Shockwave. His asshole was ripped beyond repair--he knew it! The monstrous thing was unyielding and unbending as it pushed deeper and deeper. A human cock, he thought, even the most rigid erection, had some merciful play in it. This plastic pole had none. It was ripping out his guts! For an unnerving moment, he thought he was going to shit.
His initial outburst had caused him to cough and choke. The girl paid him no heed. When she had forced the cock into him as far as it would go, she pulled it out with agonizing slowness. Just as the corona almost cleared the sphincter, she plunged it in again full tilt. Again he cried out, yet again she repeated the process. She repeated it until he no longer yelled at each stroke. Then she reversed her rhythm. She pushed in with tantalizing deliberateness, bulldozing the rectal flesh apart. Once at full penetration, she heaved backwards and ripped the rigid rod straight out!
He gasped loudly, hardly able to believe that his asshole had not been turned inside out. But, no, she was in there again, easing deeper. This time he braced for the rapid backstroke. Yet even when it came, he felt part of his guts go with it. Though he had hardly been silent, he left any pleas to stop the anal torture bubbling in his mouth. He endured the pain of her vicious withdrawals. Next he suffered the agonies of a violent jabbing rape. It was only after what seemed an age that the girl steadied down to an easy, rhythmic fucking. With the worst of it past, the pleasurable sensations grew. A warm glow emanated from his asshole to his balls and cock. God yes! It felt wonderful!
He swayed his ass and pumped it to her movements. It had become far better than any ass-fucking he had ever had from a live cock. It further surpassed the rectal massage Miss Duke had given him with the vibrator. If this was what he had to do to please Britt Martel, it wasn't going to be as bad as he had imagined. Just as he was thinking that, the girl savagely ripped the plastic penis out, completely out. His surprise prompted a cry, but that caught in his throat. To his amazement, the final violence almost caused him to ejaculate. Instead of screaming, he sighed because the artificial prick had been taken away from him.
The next order from Lynn was, "Roll over and lie on your back." She pushed his legs apart and shoved his knees up. Kneeling between them, she had him lift his hips. Once more she put the artificial cock into his asshole. Gratefully, he accommodated her full length.
"Now you may jerk yourself off," she said. "But you must come on your belly." She commenced the fucking once again.
Hudson gripped his hard-on without hesitation. The one thing he had dreaded was having to endure the entire scene without coming. Even if he had to do it himself, there was that beautiful hard hunk sawing in and out of his ass. He stroked his cock lustily with one hand and fondled his balls with the other. His excitement mounted swiftly. The girl fell into the same tempo as his masturbatory pulling. He followed her lead then. He jerked faster and slower according to her ass-fucking strokes. Soon he was squirming, nearing ecstasy.
Abruptly, she pulled his hand away from his balls. With her own hand, she slapped them back and forth. It wasn't vicious slapping, yet it was hard and it stung. It did not deter Hudson, however. He thought of it feverishly as sweet pain, urgent and insistent. It seemed to loosen the welled-up spunk in his balls and spur it onward. With a tremendous heave, he let loose and inundated his stomach and lower chest with hot, opaque cum.
He had no sooner come out of the moment of vertigo he had felt upon ejaculation, when he realized that the masturbation had been ordered for an ultimate purpose. The girl pulled the plastic cock from his ass and, bending over him, rubbed it into his belly and coated it with his cum. Then she held out the phony, now dripping phallus, held it before his mouth, and said, "Lick it clean. The madame wanted you to have a bedtime snack."