Chapter 1
Charlene moaned in anguish.
Mistress Vanessa had left her alone once again.
Alone.
Alone in that gloomy, fetid dungeon with nothing at all to do.
Except wallow in her own pain.
And at that moment, pain was the only physical sensation that the pretty blonde haired girl was feeling.
She had long ago gotten used to the icy cold stone slabs upon which her ravaged body had been thrown.
She was used to the darkness, to the noise of the rats as they scurried across the dungeon floor inches from her naked, trembling form.
Charlene tugged at the ropes that bound her body. She felt the shackles that dug into her wrists and legs. She could feel the huge, iron rod that her mistress had brutally shoved up her cunt.
That rod had sent spasms of pain coursing through the delicate tissues of Charlene's firm, young body.
That stiff iron pole had ravaged her moist pussy walls. Mistress Vanessa had not been kind. She had wanted to punish her sex slave as savagely as she could.
And the iron pole had been the perfect torture.
Charlene should have had a hot, throbbing cock shoved up her moist, pink cunt.
But instead, the little slut had an iron dildo lodged up her most private of areas.
An iron dildo with thick, pointed spikes gracing the tip.
When Mistress Vanessa had first approached her exhausted, battered young flesh with the heavy iron torture device, Charlene had screamed in horror.
"Please!! Oh, please!! Don't shove that thing in me, Mistress Vanessa!! I will do anything you want me to! Please!! I'll lick your nice, hot pussy if you want me to, Mistress Vanessa! I'll play with your tits, I'll suck on your behind! Please! Just spare me this pain! Oh! Oh! Oh!!!"
But Charlene's cries of protest had fallen on deaf ears. Mistress Vanessa was not pleased with the recent behavior of her young, pretty sex slave.
So she slapped Charlene brutally across the face with the back of her leather-clad hand.
"Shut up, bitch!" Mistress Vanessa demanded as Charlene fell to the hard, cold floor with a thud. "I will do whatever I want to you. You are my slave, now!"
Tears welled in Charlene's pretty blue eyes as she looked up at the cruel, beautiful woman who towered over her prostrate body.
Mistress Vanessa was waving the heavy iron dildo with the spikes menacingly.
"I want to shove this thing up your pretty little cunt, and there's nothing you can do to stop me, bitch!" the woman breathed. "For I am your Mistress Vanessa, and you must obey my every command. Or face your ultimate punishment."
"Death."
Charlene looked up at the woman's towering, shapely form.
Her mistress was so stunning, so sexy. And so dangerous.
Charlene knew she would be unable to resist the woman's advances. Already, her pussy juices were beginning to flow.
Perhaps Mistress Vanessa was going to pillage and rape her body with the torturous dildo, but wasn't that Charlene's ultimate goal, after all?
Hadn't she longed to submit herself to this gorgeous creature's every command? Obey her every whim?
Mistress Vanessa approached Charlene, a sardonic grin playing over her thick, sensuous lips.
"Spread that pussy, bitch!" the woman grunted. "I'm going to shove this big, black cock up your pussy. And I don't want to hear a scream of pain from you at all!"
Charlene whimpered in terror as the woman approached her shivering figure.
Mistress Vanessa knelt down and pulled the girl's outer pussy lips apart with bestial savagery.
"This is going to hurt, cunt," Mistress Vanessa growled. "But I'm sure you'll love every minute of it. I know I will!"
Charlene screamed in terror as the woman plunged deep up her pussy with the thick, iron rod.
It felt as if she had been impaled on a telephone pole.
Charlene longed to fight back, to stop the brutal violation of her tender pussy walls. But she knew it was no use.
Mistress Vanessa had total control of the girl down in her chamber of horrors.
And Charlene loved her mistress, anyway.
Why would she want to escape?
And now, Charlene lay on the cold stone floor of the dungeon. Her mistress had tied her and shackled her tightly. There was no way to escape from the woman's harrowing tortures.
And although Charlene dearly wanted the pain that had wracked her tender young body for so long to disappear, she also longed to hear her mistress' voice once again.
She longed to hear Mistress Vanessa whisper in her ear how much she loved her.
Right before she whipped Charlene's body with the hideous cat o'nine tails the woman hid in her cabinet of torture devices for bad little girls!.'!
Gertrude Greengates removed her pince-nez with a trembling hand.
Disgusting!
Pure, unadulterated smut! Straight from the gutter!
She glanced around the empty lecture hall nervously, hoping that no one had been spying on her reading so many of the typewritten pages.
What sick, sick individual had written this vulgar trash?
The young college professor looked at the title page.
"English Comp 101. Sept. 12, 1986. Ms. Green-gates. Harrison Young."
Harrison Young? Who was he?
The name didn't sound familiar, but since Gertrude Greengates' Beginning Composition class had only met three times so far during the school year, the perky, pretty English professor wasn't sure who any of her students were!
But Gertrude was sure of one thing.
She would confront this filthy pervert Harrison Young the very next day during her 9:00 AM class and give him a piece of her own mind!
How dare one of her students write such pornographic material for their first paper and expect to get away with it!
Gertrude Greengates gathered up the huge sheaf of papers that were scattered around the desk in front of the lecture hall.
The hall seated one hundred and fifty students, and had been practically filled to the rafters during her Beginning Composition class.
One hundred and fifty students.
One hundred and forty-nine compositions to correct.
And one filthy piece of pornographic smut that had already earned its author an F and probably a removal from her course.
Gertrude would not stand for such vulgarity in her class, especially from a first-semester student. Why, the person who wrote the paper must have only been eighteen!
Only eighteen and already perverted beyond belief!
Torture chambers!
Iron dildos with spikes!
Anguish and pain and lust-ridden punishments!
A shiver ran up Gertrude's spine as she ascended the stairs up the back of the lecture hall to the hallway of the first floor of the English Building.
The young professor decided to go to her office on the eighth floor and correct a few more of the papers.
She debated as to whether she should simply discard the offensive composition in the garbage can she passed in the hall.
She decided against it.
Perhaps she ought to show it to Professor Becker, the head of the English Department.
Gertrude decided to wait and see what occurred when she confronted the perverted, deranged student who had written the obscene story.
Thee English professor entered the elevator and pressed the button that would carry her to the eighth floor.
Her arms laden with piles of the first compositions of the semester that her students had been required to complete, Gertrude looked at herself in the shiny surface of the elevator doors.
-hardly the quintessential college professor."
In fact, Gertrude looked like she belonged more at home waltzing down the runway at some beauty pageant rather than traipsing through the halls of Southeastern University of Minnesota.
The young woman was, to put it bluntly, a hot piece of ass.
She had shoulder-length blonde hair that framed the peaches-and-cream complexion of her flawless facial features perfectly.
Her blue eyes shone with bright intensity and vigor behind her pince-nez, and her lips were soft and kissable. They seemed to drip with lust.
Gertrude's body was a modern wonder. It had sent many of her hot-blooded young male students running to the privacy of his bedsheets after class to pump on his dong as visions of his new English Composition teacher danced in his head.
She had been approached on more than one occasion by a fuck-hungry young stud who lingered behind in the lecture hall after the rest of the class had been dismissed, hoping to thrust upon his professor his cunt-craving, thick, hard cock.
That is why the lewd composition that had appeared in the pile this morning had not particularly shocked the woman.
She was used to immature freshmen, hot for sex, using all sorts of gimmicks to catch her attention.
The first few semesters, these young guys had really frightened her, but now Gertrude Greengates attacked them with the same vigor and intensity that they used on her.
Only Gertrude's line of fire was certainly less sexual and more civil in tone.
She threatened each and every would-be suitor, not matter how cute, with being dropping from her course, and perhaps removed from the school if he kept his advances up.
And some of these guys had been fine, young men with huge cocks who would have loved to treat Gertrude the way a woman loved to be treated.
But the English professor would have nothing to do with them.
She thought them a nuisance and didn't hesitate to call on Professor Becker if they didn't take the first hint she gave them.
Which, to her last fuck-hungry fan, had been a solid kick in his jock-strapped balls.
Yes, Gertrude was tough with these young, fresh guys who wanted to get their thick fingers up her Gloria Vanderbilt dresses.
For Gertrude had no time for these kids.
Sure, passion and lust burned in her rather shapely loins on a regualr basis. Sure, she hungered for a touch from a hot male desperate for sex. Sure, she wanted to get fucked good, long and hard just like any other woman.
But Gertrude didn't want a young boy.
She wanted a man.
A real man.
And there were no real men attending any of her English Composition classes.
Only coarse, obscene, snot-nosed brats like the unknown Harrison Young who had probably beat off over his typewriter while composing the disgusting piece of fiction she had just laid her nauseated eyes on.
The elevator door opened and Gertrude Green-gates stepped out into the hall.
She almost collided with a tall, virile gentleman in a pin-striped suit.
"Good day, Professor Naugles," Gertrude breathed.
Professor Roger Naugles stared at Gertrude with his deep, dark eyes.
"Hello, Professor Greengates," the man replied before continuing to swagger down the hall.
By their stilted, overly-polite relationship, no one in the English Department would have ever realized that Professor Naugles and Professor Greengates were in fact lovers.
They regularly met in one another's office, or in the staff room, for q quick roll on the sofa during their breaks between classes.
Roger Naugles was the type of man Gertrude longed to submit her maidenly pleasures to.
He had a thick, ten inch cock that ravaged her pussy like no man had ever done before.
And he thrilled and enthralled the prim yet sexy young lady with all the animal passion he could muster.
These bestial sex sessions behind the closed doors of the offices of the English Department kept Gertrude hungering for more hot cock.
Yet they had kept their relationship clandestine; Roger had a very rich wife and a baby on the way, and it was certainly to his advantage to keep the entire affair secret.
Gertrude stared longingly at her lover's ass as he swaggered down the hall.
She reminisced about how wonderful it was when Professor Naugles fucked her on the sofa in her office.
He was so forceful, so powerful, that the woman felt like she was being raped.
And she loved every second that passed with Roger's huge donkey dick plunging up her moist, hot pussy.
Their sex was almost animalistic in its simplicity. Pure, basic fucking.
Nothing at all like the sadistic lesbian passions that the perverted mind of Harrison Young had conjured up for his first essay in English Composition 101.
Gertrude sighed as her lover disappeared around the hall.
At moments like these, when she was once again confronted with a young, virile member of the student body who was hot after her splendid body with obscene thoughts floating through his foul little minds, she needed to feel Roger's firm, manly touch.
She longed to be held in his big, hairy arms and have him whisper sweet nothings in her ear.
But Gertrude supposed he must have a student conference to attend at that moment.
Otherwise, he would certainly have taken a detour to her office to "discuss depart mental issues."
Gertrude slinked sexily up to her office door, unlocked it, turned on her desk lamp, and sat down to correct some of the essays.
The graceful young woman moved like a feline. Her entire body seemed to exude an aura of unbridled, untamed sexuality.
But Gertrude's looks and mannerisms were the only things that hinted at sensuality.
Mentally, the woman was a prude.
And the pornographic essay that had been turned into her bothered the young professor.
It hinted at things she did not want to think about.
This Harrison Young, whoever he was, must have run home to his dorm room and wanked on his cock as he thought of his new English professor.
He had probably envisioned her in the place of Charlene: desperate for lust and pain, begging her mistresses to whip her and torment her for being such a bad little girl.
Gertrude shook her head in disgust and leafed through the next few typewritten essays.
A girl had told about her summer vacation to Florida with so many spelling and punctuation errors that Gertrude had no other choice but to mark the paper a D and scribble a note telling her to rewrite the entire thing with a dictionary close at hand.
Another girl had written about her pet dog called Nebuchadnezzar, and a boy had told about the fraternal feelings present in his high school football team.
Gertrude found she could not keep her mind on these mundane, trite matters.
Sitting alone in her office, the dim desk lamp casting an eerie glow over the papers, the petite college professor found her thoughts drifting back to the horrors that were befalling Charlene under the supervision of her mistress, Vanessa.
Gertrude suddenly tore through the essays, searching fanatically for the forbidden composition.
Something about the essay pulled her towards it, demanded her attention.
She was utterly repulsed, yet somewhat fascinated by the story it told.
She found it and uttered a little cry.
Furtively glancing around her office, Gertrude made her way over to the door, clutching the typewritten pages full of sordid obscenity in her slender, tiny fingers.
She locked the door.
Settling back down in her chair, a tiny droplet of sweat forming on her brow, she opened the essay to the first page and reread the initial passages with morbid fascination.
This essay was the work of a sick mind!
A young sick mind that quite probably had the hots for Professor Gertrude Greengates!
Gertrude turned the pages with trembling hands and continued reading where she had left off.
The door to Charlene's dungeon of torture slowly swung open. The girl lifted her pretty head in anticipation.
Had her mistress come back to terrorize her body some more?
Charlene was horrified to find that she desperately hoped so. Her battered body ached so much already. Mistress Vanessa had prodded and poked at her firm, creamy flesh with so many items of torture that the girl could barely envision a spot on her young body that was not tainted with bruises. But she lusted for more.
She was starved for more pain.
Charlene wanted Mistress Vanessa to teach her a lesson she might never forget!
Gertrude turned the page with trembling fingers. She lit a cigarette, dropping the matches twice between her fluttering fingers.
The prim but perky professor continued to read.
Mistress Vanessa stood at the threshold to the chamber of horrors, her voluptuous, nubile form silhouetted in the dim light that glowed in the hallway from when she had come.
Charlene wailed in delight.
"You little whore!" Vanessa spat out. "You want me to hurt you some more, don't you?"
Charlene was torn as to what to reply. The woman aroused such deep passions in her, emotions that sent the tepid pussy juices between her young thighs churning.
But the beautiful woman also terrified her. Charlene knew she would never get out of her mistress' lair alive. She was a prisoner. A sex slave to the end.
And Mistress Vanessa would enjoy each new torment, each new punishment, that she ravaged the young girl's body with.
Charlene struggled to break free from the ropes that bound her body. Mistress Vanessa had pierced the nipples of her firm, fleshy breasts and had attached tiny rings strung up with thin, coarse rope. The rope wound around the girls' body, digging into her delicate, tender flesh.
Every time Charlene moved, she could feel the ropes scraping against her skin.
"You want me to shove that big iron dildo up your foul little pussy, don't you?" Vanessa said, her eyes blazing with lust. "You want me to shove it all the way up your hole until the spikes dig into your pussy lips, don't you?" charlene stared at the gorgeous woman.
She felt heat rising between her thighs.
"DON'T YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH??.'!!!" Vanessa demanded to know.
And suddenly Charlene could handle her desires, her cunt-hungry passions no longer.
"Y-YESH YES, MISTRESS VANESSA!!!" the girl wailed, totally out of control of her senses. "PLEASE!! RAPE MY FILTHY TWAT WITH THAT BIG IRON ROD!! OH, PLEASE!! PLEASE!!! I'LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU!! JUST LET ME UCK YOUR PUSSY!! PLEASE!!"
Gertrude gasped, utterly repulsed.
Her cigarette, burning neglectedly in her trembling fingers, had burned down to the butt.
"You silly little cunt!" Vanessa growled. "You're NEVER going to be able to lick my pussy! My pussy is only for good little girls. And you, Charlene, have been a very, very BAD girl. And bad girls deserve only one thing. PUNISHMENT!!!"
Tears welled up in Charlene's young eyes.
"P-please?" the girl begged in a timid, pitiful voice. "Please?"
Mistress Vanessa threw back her head and shrieked with cruel laughter.
She ran towards the pleading girl, grabbed the handle of the huge iron dildo that had been lodged up Charlene's ravaged cunt, and thrust it in.
Charlene screamed in anguish.
The thick iron pole seared her flesh, raped her tender pussy tissues.
Mistress Vanessa paid no heed to the girls' wails of agony. She plunged the rod up to the hilt in the girl's sweaty cunt.
"That'll teach you to be a sniveling little whore!" the woman spat out.
Mistress Vanessa turned quickly and ran out of the dungeon, slamming the door behind her and leaving Charlene writhing on the floor in agony, her body bound, her pussy ravaged, and her mind reeling in torturous uncertainty.
Charlene had been abandoned by the only woman she loved.
And now she found herself battered, bruised and alone. Totally alone.