Chapter 10
Roger Naugles stared at Professor Becker. "Professor Greengates went where?' he asked in disbelief.
"To Kalamazoo. We had to send her to Western Michigan University to do some research for the English Department. She, unfortunately, won't be back for quite some time, I'm afraid," Professor Becker replied. "Now, you really must get back in your office, Roger. You've been falling behind in your work lately. Some of your students have been complaining."
"Wait just one minute," Professor Naugles argued. "I find it very strange that Professor Greengates didn't tell me anything at all about this 'research'."
He didn't trust the head of the English Department.
And he certainly did not like the smug smile with which Professor Becker was replying.
"Oh, it came up very suddenly, I can assure you," Professor Becker said.
"Well, surely it's rather strange to send a professor to do research right in the middle of the semester! What's going to happen to all of her classes?"
"It most certainly is not the 'middle of the semester', Roger. It is only the end of the second week. And we have hired another professor to take over Gertrude's duties here at the university while she is away," Professor Becker replied. "You might be interested in her, also. Quite a pretty young lady!"
"And just what the hell do you mean by that?"
"Professor Naugles asked, turning a bright shade of red.
"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. But I really would advise you to keep your nose out of things that have no concern with your academic or private life. I'm sure your wife wouldn't approve. Good day, Professor Naugles."
Roger Naugles stormed out of the English head's office.
Gertrude's disappearance was damn peculiar.
But he couldn't appear to be overly interested in what had become of his little lover.
His colleagues might begin to talk.
And Roger didn't want to lose any of the thousands of dollars his wealthy wife lavished on him every month. She would not be understanding if word leaked out about his clandestine relationship with Gertrude Greengates.
As Roger swaggered down the hall, he suddenly bumped into a voluptuous redheaded woman with luscious red lips and a firm, trim butt.
"Excuse me!" he exclaimed, staring the gorgeous creature up and down.
"Oh, my!" the woman gasped. "You certainly did give me a turn!"
She glanced down at the thick bulge in the handsome professor's crotch.
"My name is Amy Berlin," the woman said, extending a graceful, slender hand. "I'm new on the staff. I just took the place of ... uh ... Professor Greengarten."
"You mean Gertrude Greengates," Roger corrected, feeling blood surging to his horny cockhead.
The woman giggled.
"Oh, yes! That's it!" she replied.
Roger was suddenly very glad that Gertrude had been sent to Kalamazoo for research.
"My name is Roger Naugles," he said. "And I would be most delighted if you would come to lunch with me today!"
"Oh, my!"
Amy Berlin looked down at the throbbing package between the professor's muscular thighs.
"The pleasure would be all mine!" she breathed.
Roger smiled to himself, and all thoughts of his former lover vanished into thin air.
"WHO IS YOUR MASTER, BITCH?" Professor Becker barked.
"YOU ARE!! YOU ARE, MASTER BECKER, SIR!!!" screamed Gertrude.
Professor Becker looked at his sex slave in the dim light of his cold, clammy dungeon of tortures.
Gertrude Greengates was the best little whore he had made prisoner in quite a while.
He stared at her naked, trembling body that was lying spread eagle on the pride of his chamber of horrors: his original, fifteenth century stretching rack.
Gertrude's arms and legs were bound tightly with thick, coarse rope.
Her ankles and wrists were bloody and raw; rarely had a day gone by when her sex master did not tie her up as tightly as he possibly could.
Gertrude had hated the first few days in the dungeon.
But she had quickly been taught exactly how to enjoy every bit of pain that Master Becker wracked her fragile, quivering body with.
Master Becker himself never seemed to be out of his leather gear.
The death mask he placed on his head had frightened the prim little college professor the first few days of torment and terror.
But she had gotten used to it, and even though the tiny slits through which her master's crazed eyes stared eagerly were rather cute.
Master Becker turned the handle on the antique stretching rack one more notch.
The torture machine might have been old, but Master Becker kept it well-oiled.
Gertrude shrieked in pain as she felt her limbs being stretched further and further out of their sockets.
Master Becker had kept her a prisoner on this particular machine for quite a few days now.
The first few times he had tried to stretch her bones had been excruciating for Gertrude's not-too-limber limbs.
But the girl had learned how to take any type of torture her master wished to inflict on her body.
Master Becker looked down at Gertrude's young body stretched out on the rack.
He had put the young woman through quite a lot.
Her body was covered with scores of gashed from the brutal whippings he had subjected her to.
Her pussy, still recovering from the heavy spikes of the iron dildo, was a mass of mangled purple flesh.
Her face had prematurely aged after only two weeks under her master's frightening commands.
But Gertrude still retained an aura of beauty and sexual youth that kept Professor Becker coming back for more.
He knew he would tire of his latest sex slave; he always did.
But for the time being, he was quite content to torture Gertrude to his heart's content.
And Gertrude wasn't exactly protesting much any more!
In fact, Master Becker had seen his sex slave writhe with delight on more than one occasion during the numerous tortures he had inflicted her young flesh with!
"YOU SILLY LITTLE CUNT!" Master Becker shrieked behind his leather death mask. "I'M GONNA WHIP YOUR FILTHY, SLUTTY BODY IF YOU DON'T QUIT MOVING!!"
"YES, MASTER!! YES! YES!!! I WILL STAY PERFECTLY STILL!!" Gertrude wailed.
"That's better."
The man swaggered away from the stretching rack.
Gertrude stared at her master's receding form. He looked so sensual, so sexy in all his leather gear!
She loved his big, black engineer boots! She loved his chains!
And she loved his death mask most of all!
Master Becker returned to his trembling, naked sex slave wielding a thick cat o'nine tails.
"You're going to get whipped now, bitch!" Master Becker spat out.
"PLEASE!! YES!! WHIP ME!! WHIP ME!! I WANT TO FEEL MY BLOOD SPURTING OUT ALL OVER MY NAKED BODY!! PLEASE!! WHIP ME!! WHIP MY TITS!!!" Gertrude moaned.
"I'LL WHIP MORE THAN YOUR FILTHY, WHORISH TITTIES!" Master Becker screamed. "I'M GOING TO WHIP YOUR ENTIRE, SLEAZY BODY!!!"
And with this remark, Master Becker suddenly struck out with the cat o'nine tails, hitting Gertrude squarely on her stomach.
The nubile sex nymphette was stretched so tightly on the rack that her body was barely able to jump in agony when the thick leather strands attacked her tender flesh.
But Gertrude looked down and saw the blood-red welts that suddenly appeared on her trim torso.
Master Becker cackled with hideous, terrifying laughter.
He lashed forward with the cat o'nine tails again and again, loving the sound of Gertrude's wails for mercy.
But he would give that slutty whore-bitch no mercy!
She had to be taught her lesson! Even if it meant certain death! "WHIP ME!! WHIP ME!!!" Gertrude screamed. "Why? Why should I whip you?" Master Becker snarled.
"Because I'm a filthy, disgusting whore who needs to be punished!" Gertrude gasped.
"You certainly are!" Master Becker grunted, snapping the cat o'nine tails once again.
Gertrude's creamy, ample breasts were soon a mass of deep, red gashes.
Blood began to trickle down her battered, naked form.
Gertrude had grown to love the feel of the thick, warm liquid as it pumped out of her veins and onto her naked skin.
It had happened so often since she had become Master Becker's sex slave, she had feared she would loose consciousness.
But Gertrude was becoming an old hand at being Master Becker's sex slave!
She could take almost any punishment now!
Master Becker threw the whip to the stone dungeon floor.
"Time to get you up off of that thing, cunt!" he snarled.
Gertrude had been tied to the stretching rack for so long, she wondered if she would be able to walk once her master untied her.
But she felt safe in the fact that Master Becker didn't allow her to stay untied for long.
She was sure he had another torture machine to introduce her to!
She certainly couldn't wait!
What agonies would her master inflict on her body next?
Gertrude was enjoying this much more than her English Comp 101 class!
She gasped in delight as Master Becker finally undid her wrists and ankles.
She ran her fingers along the nascent gashes that her master had just inflicted on her flesh.
She sat up on the stretching rack.
"Oh, my gracious!" she gasped.
"Ready for more, you little whore?" Master Becker snarled.
"Y-yes, sir!" Gertrude stuttered.
She was always hot for more nowadays!
"Good! Because I've got plenty more in mind for you and your filthy little body!" Master Becker said.
Gertrude trembled with fear of the unknown.
But deep down inside, she knew that she would probably enjoy whatever torture Master Becker decided to inflict on her body next!
Master Becker grabbed her right arm with his strong, firm hands that were covered with leather gloves.
His fingers dug into Gertrude's flesh and she winced.
He pulled her bloody body across the floor, dragging her carelessly as if she were a sack of potatoes.
Gertrude moaned as her ass bumped across the floor.
Splinters had dug into her skin and tiny spasms of pain shot though her body as the slivers of wood were lodged deeper and deeper into her skin.
"Here, put this on!" Master Becker demanded.
Gertrude hungrily stared at the item of leather clothing that her master threw on the floor beside her.
She reached down and fondled the material.
Master Becker had never let her put clothes on before!
This was definitely a treat for the deprived, depraved slut who was deep in the middle of her subservience training.
She looked at what Master Becker had commanded her to put on.
It resembled a leather bathing suit, except that Gertrude's tits and twat would be required to stick forth from holes that had been cut into the leather.
She tried to .stand up to put the leather suit on, but her legs were so weak from being stretched on the rack for the past few days, that she collapsed on the cobblestones once again.
Master Becker smacked Gertrude on the head and his sex slave slid across the cold stone floor.
"You stupid cunt! Get your ass into that suit! Or I'll kill you!" he grunted.
Gertrude was quite aware that Master Becker did not make idle threats.
If she was unable to please her master, he would certainly take it upon himself to dispose of her immediately.
Gertrude desperately wanted to make her master happy!
She reached for the leather suit with a weak hand that had almost been severed at the wrist after days of being bound tightly by coarse ropes.
"Ooooh! I can't wait to get into my nice new leather suit, sir!" Gertrude mumbled.
Master Becker smacked Gertrude across the face once again.
"STUPID SLUT!! WHO SAID YOU COULD ENJOY YOURSELF??!!" he yelled, his eyes blazing underneath the tiny slits of the death mask he was wearing.
Gertrude gulped nervously as she felt her stinging cheek.
Master Becker was so unpredictable at times!
But the girl didn't delay a moment longer in sliding her bloody body into the leather suit.
She stood up on wobbly legs and felt the hot leather caressing her maimed flesh.
Gertrude's tits bounced over the top of the leather suit. Her battered pussy, still aching from the spiked dildo, was exposed through a large slit between her legs.
Master Becker approached his sex slave with a thick strand of rope.
"You look too comfortable in that!" he growled. "It's time for you to be bound and gagged once again!"
The fuck-crazed pervert wound the rope tightly around Gertrude's blood-covered form.
She screamed in anguish when her master brutally shoved the rope up her pussy lit and continued to wind it up her torso and around her breasts.
Her pussy had been so abuse by the sharp metal spikes, she had thought that she would never be able to use it again for months!
And Master Becker had steered clear of her cunt.
He still called it filthy and smelly.
But he had finally touched it.
With the thick strand of rope.
And Gertrude had screamed in pain.
Master Becker had merely grinned in delight.
He wound the rope around Gertrude's head, sticking the thick stand in her mouth and pulling hard.
Gertrude gasped.
She could hardly breathe!
But Master Becker had, fortunately, left her nose free, and even though coagulated blood from the numerous ring she had pierced her nose with still blocked her nasal packages, Gertrude found that if she held her head at a certain angle, breathing was actually rather easy.
"Now, get your slimy ass over in that corner and face the wall," Master Becker barked.
Gertrude nodded timidly and stumbled over to the corner.
It was rather hard to walk correctly with the rope digging into her tender, raw pussy flesh.
But somehow the perky college professor turned sex slave managed it.
She faced the wall as she was instructed.
Gertrude heard Master Becker's heavy leather boots plodding across the stone floor towards her.
She had no idea what torture her master was going to inflict her with next.
But she was waiting in suspense to find out!
Master Becker threw a circular piece of metal over Gertrude's head and thrust it down over her shoulders.
This piece of metal locked the girls' hands in place above her aching tits. The metal dug into her arms and wrists with excruciating severity, but Gertrude could not cry out in pain; the rope had been tied too tightly around her mouth.
Master Becker suddenly thrust down the back of the leather suit that hid Gertrude's firm, tight ass.
"Get ready, bitch. I'm going to shove this thick, hot poker up your ass!" the evil man grinned, kneading Gertrude's buttcheeks lewdly. "That'll clean out your filthy hole where so many men have fucked you before."
Gertrude had never engaged in anal sex with Roger Naugles, but that fact wouldn't have stopped Master Becker on his fanatical purging spree.
He wanted to cleanse his sex slave's entire body before he finally allowed her the pleasure of feeling his big, hard cock thrusting deeply up her hole.
Gertrude's entire body jumped forward into the wall as she suddenly felt the tip of a scalding poker invading the tiny, tight hole of her ass.
The pain was so intense, so horrible that she almost passed out immediately.
But Gertrude had been battered and beaten so much in the past few weeks, she found that unconsciousness could not come and rescue her from the excruciating agony that wracked her tender butthole.
The smell of burning flesh reached her nostrils as Master Becker dug into her ass with the red-hot poker.
He wailed with cruel laughter behind his death mask as his sex slave struggled against the wall to fend off the burning poker that was being shoved up her hole.
The odor of charred buttmeat drifted through the dungeon.
Gertrude bit down tightly on the rope that had been shoved in her mouth.
She desperately wanted to scream out in pain. Wail in agony. But it was useless.
This horrible, intense anguish had coursed through her body many times before, and would continue to wrack her tender flesh.
Until Master Becker tired of his sex slave.
And went back to the typewriter once again to compose a few new essays for the newest member of his department.
Amy Berlin.
And the first essay she received from her mysterious student Harrison Young would be about the terrible and torturous purging session that occurred between Gertrude Greengates and her sex mistress, Mistress Death.
Master Becker plunged the poker further up Gertrude's charred ass.
He threw back his head once again.
And laughed.
And laughed.