Chapter 9
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Gertrude shrieked like the cunt-sucking whore she was when Mistress Death began hammering the thick iron rod deep up her fetid pussy.
"Take THAT! And THAT! And THAT, you stupid little slut!" Mistress Death cackled, getting on her haunches before the girl and thrusting the mighty hammer into the handle of the pussy masher as forcefully as she could.
Gertrude screamed in anguish every time the dominatrix's hammer shoved the coarse metal up her cunt.
The delicate lips to her pussy stretched as far apart as they could to take the massive girth of the cold iron between their moist warmth.
As Mistress Death screamed with cruel laughter, her savage thrusts became more and more brutal.
Gertrude could feel the ring in her nose threatening to snap her cartilage and send a fresh river of blood flowing down her face.
The young, whorish college professor tried her best to balance her ravaged form every time the dominatrix hammered home, but the way the wicked woman had tied her up made any sort of self-mobilization quite impossible.
Gertrude was totally under the command of Mistress Death and her bizarre torture devices!
She grunted and panted as if she were a cow in labor as the iron shaft was hammered into her much-fucked pussy.
The blood that had escaped from the gashes on her back and legs began to trickle anew as Gertrude's body skirted across the cold cobblestones of the dungeon floor.
Tears streamed down Gertrude's face as spasm after spasm of the most intense pain she had even experienced wracked her body.
Mistress Death seemed to revel in each nascent tear that dripped down her sex slave's cheeks.
"I'll teach you never to fuck another big cock again, you hateful little whore!" the dominatrix shrieked, her eyes ablaze with delight as she tortured Gertrude's vile twat again and again with the pussy masher.
And Gertrude knew that her mistress had been right all along.
Never again would her steaming cunt be capable of holding another rock-hard cock once the woman had finished the penetration.
When Mistress Death finally pulled the gargantuan iron shaft out of Gertrude's bloody, stinking hole, the vile slut would never be able to fuck again!
Her cunt would be too battered and abused to ever relish the carnal delights that had been such a big part of the disgusting, filthy bitch's life.
Gertrude Greengates would then be Mistress Death's sex slave.
And her purified pussy would be offered only for Mistress Death's sexual satisfaction.
Mistress Death threw back her head and screeched with laughter once again.
"Your bloody cunt is MINE, ALL MINE, YOU DISGUSTING LITTLE BITCH!!" the dominatrix laughed.
And Gertrude had no choice but to believe her.
Professor Becker stopped reading his final composition at this point.
He looked up at the young college professor who was still bound to the desk chair before him.
His eyes were smoldering with hate and lust.
"Well, Professor Greengates," he said in a gruff voice. "What do you think? Did I successfully pass your Beginning Composition class?"
Gertrude had listened to the story with horror and disgust.
She had never heard herself described in such a manner! A slut!
A fuck-hungry whore! A vile, disgusting bitch!
Why did Professor Becker choose to call her all these horrible things?
She had never been overtly sexual in her life before.
Sure, she and Professor Naugles had had sex quite a few times during their lunch breaks, but that was certainly no reason to call her such awful things!
Professor Becker obviously was a very sick man.
And he must have fantasized for hours a day about these cruel, violent punishments that his characters received in his essays!
And now Gertrude Greengates found herself at the mercy of this deranged, blood-thirsty pervert!
Now that he had had his little bit of fun and tormented Gertrude by reading her his final essay, the pretty professor had a sneaking suspicion that physical torture was about to follow mental torment.
Professor Becker's eyes were aglow with fuck-lusting emotion.
He threw the typewritten pages he had composed about Gertrude and Mistress Death on the office floor, then went over to Professor Greengates' desk.
To her total terror, Professor Becker picked up the spiked dildo that sat in the middle drawer of the desk.
He approached the bound, gagged woman with trembling hands dripping with sweaty anticipation.
"So much for Mistress Death," he grunted. "Now it's time for you to suffer under my commands. And, I'm sorry to say, Gertrude, but I'm not going to be quite as kind as Mistress Death was to you in the essay."
Gertrude tried to struggle against the rope and belt the professor had tied her in the chair with.
Her eyes were wide with terror.
What was Professor Becker going to do to her?
Why was he wielding the iron dildo with such delight?
Why was he staring at her breasts with such passion and hatred?
Professor Becker took a small item out of his pocket.
"But before I shove this big iron cock up your disgusting twat," he said. "I have a few other things I'd like to do to those big tits of yours."
Gertrude gasped as she looked at what Professor Becker had taken out of his pocket.
It was a clothespin.
And she had a very good idea where that clothespin was going to be put. On her nipple!
Just thinking about it made Gertrude wriggle with anguish.
Perhaps having a clothespin attached to her tiny pink pap wasn't as horrible as the tortures that the girls in the essays had been forced to endure, but those poor females had been tormented in fiction.
Gertrude Greengates was about to be tortured in reality!
Professor Becker snapped the clothespin open.
He stood next to the young woman's bound body.
Gertrude could smell the strong odor of sweat that lingered on the man's body.
She wrinkled her nose in distaste.
Professor Becker reached down and suddenly attached the clothespin on Gertrude's right nipple.
SNAP!
Gertrude opened her mouth and tried to scream in pain.
But the metal contraption that the professor had gagged her mouth with made any type of vocal protest impossible.
The professor cackled with glee, much the same way as Gertrude imagined Mistress Death might have.
He then got down on his knees before Gertrude's trembling thighs.
"Gertrude, you have got such a fine body," Professor Becker purred with a gentleness that was positively terrifying.
He ran his thick, strong fingers along the length of Gertrude's inner thighs.
Gertrude squirmed in protest.
The circulation to her hands had been cut off by the tight belt and rope. Her tongue was held captive between two iron rods. Rings had been pierced brutally in both her nostrils. A clothespin had been attached to her nipple.
And now Professor Becker was fondling her with his perverted hands!
Gertrude was writhing in discomfort.
She hated his repulsive man who had written such nasty things about her!
But for someone who supposedly hated her as much as he implied he did, Professor Becker certainly was getting rather excited about running his hands over her thighs!
Gertrude looked down and saw beads of sweat forming on Professor Becker's brow.
The deranged man pulled down the zipper to Gertrude's jeans.
He grabbed the waistband and pulled them over her hips. Gertrude blushed.
Only her frilly panties hid her trembling pussy lips from the demented glare of Professor Becker's sex-starved eyes.
And in seconds, the professor had pulled the panties down also.
Professor Becker stared lovingly at Gertrude's thick bush of pubic hair.
His fingers crept along her inner thighs until they finally rested atop her outer cunt lips.
Gertrude squirmed in the desk chair as Professor Becker fondled her clit.
It got hard under the feel of his sensitive touch.
Excitement blazed in the professor's eyes.
"Gertrude, you've got such a lovely pussy!" the professor moaned, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Why do you let it be abuse so much by that bastard Professor Naugles?"
Gertrude looked on in helpless horror as the tenderness in Professor Becker's eyes suddenly transformed in hatred.
He picked up the spiked iron dildo he had placed on the floor beside his knees.
"It's too bad you're such a slut," he said. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have to do this!"
Gertrude's mouth shot open and her entire body suddenly jumped in torturous agony as Professor Becker placed the heavy iron rod at the entrance to her tunnel of love and shoved it down as far as it would go.
The thick metal spikes carved gash after gash into Gertrude's delicate pussy walls as it was thrust deeper and deeper down her cunt.
Blood gushed out in warm, smelly rivulets.
Professor Becker screamed with cruel laughter as his hands were spattered with the ruby red liquid.
"TAKE THAT, YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!" he shrieked.
Spasm after painful spasm of agony coursed through Gertrude's inner thighs as she was impaled on the end of the thick iron cock.
Professor Becker plunged the torture device in and out of her pussy, squealing with laughter as he heard the squelching sounds of the spikes shreading Gertrude's delicate sugar walls to bits.
Load after load of thick, red blood pumped from between the hairy lips of Gertrude's ravaged cunt.
And the young college professor suddenly collapsed in the chair, totally unconscious.