Chapter 3
Harrison Young's second essay ended at that point.
Gertrude removed her pince-nez with sweaty fingers and stared at the typewritten pages with a mixed feeling of fascination and repulsion.
Harrison Young must be a very sick individual.
And Gertrude was not altogether sure she would enjoy meeting him.
The pretty English professor had a feeling that she would have no choice in that matter.
The two pornographic essays suggested a disturbed, obsessive personality who enjoyed seeing women suffer.
A misogynist!
And Gertrude somehow felt that she played a very big part in this disturbed student's fantasies.
Why else would he have submitted the obscene compositions to her, and under a pseudonym at that!
A shiver ran down Gertrude's spine.
The perky little professor wrapped her sweater around her firm, taut breasts.
It had suddenly gotten very cold in her office, she felt.
Gertrude opened the middle drawer of her desk and pulled out the first essay Harrison Young had turned in.
It was still covered with coffee stains and cigarette ashes from its short visit to the garbage can.
The typewritten pages were crumpled.
But Gertrude ran her slender fingers over its surface, turned the title page, and began to read about the torments that were being inflicted on Charlene once again.
There was a loud rapping at the door and Gertrude almost screamed in fear.
She had no idea she had been so tense while reading the repulsive lines the unknown hand had put down on paper.
"W-who's there?" the woman called out nervously.
"Professor Naugles," came the reply. Gertrude reddened.
She hurriedly shoved the two offensive compositions in her desk drawer, straightened her shaggy blonde hair, and slunk to the door.
She unlocked it.
Roger stood there in the hallway.
Gertrude's heart melted.
She loved the hunky, handsome man so much!
"Do come in, Professor," Gertrude said, adopting the initial formal attitude the two kept up when in public.
"Why, I don't mind if I do," Professor Naugles replied. "I wanted to discuss the department's budget for next semester with you."
The door was closed behind him.
Gertrude locked it.
She threw herself into Roger's firm, hairy arms.
"Oh, Roger! I love you!" the woman breathed in a tone of fuck-hungry lust.
Gone was the prim, proper English professor with pince-nez perched at the end of her nose.
Gertrude had magically transformed into a hot, sex-crazed vixen in the arms of her brawny, swarthy lover.
Roger's lips pressed against Gertrude's moist, waiting mouth.
His tongue invaded her mouth, pushing her teeth apart and thrusting eagerly down the woman's throat.
Gertrude gasped in rapture as her lover's strong hands caressed her sweaty, firm body.
Moments before, she had been shivering in disgust and fear at the pornographic obscenities a perverted mind in her class had tainted her day with.
But Harrison Young and his tormented lesbian lovers were forgotten once Roger wrapped his virile arms around her.
Roger Naugles spread Gertrude's shapely legs apart with his foot.
His warm knee gently prodded the hot, moist area between her legs.
"Shit, Gertrude!" the man grunted. "We haven't fucked in quite a while! I've been hot all day long just thinking about you!"
"Oh, Roger! Me, too!" Gertrude breathed. "Fuck me! Fuck me with that big, hard cock of yours!"
With nobody else could the quiet, demure professor abandon herself with such bestial passion.
But Roger did things to Gertrude that no other man could.
He made her hot.
And after the terrors she had read about that day, all Gertrude wanted at that moment was a good, solid fuck from her towel of masculinity and virility.
Roger's firm fingers grasped at the buttons of Gertrude's blouse.
He tore the item of clothing from her shivering, young form.
He stared at Gertrude's voluptuous breasts that were held captive in the close confines of her bra.
He reached around and undid the snap, still plunging his tongue deeply down her throat.
Gertrude moaned in delight.
Blood had swarmed to the meaty shaft of Roger's thick cock, and it throbbed in his pants, begging to be set free.
Gertrude could feel the mighty fucklance pressing up against her creamy thighs.
She wanted to feel that massive cock gliding up her moist, cock-starved hole.
She reached down with trembling fingers and unzipped her lover's pants.
She ran her fingers along the elastic waist of Roger's underwear.
She thrust the obstructing item from her lover's waist and his pulsating shaft sprang forth in gratitude.
"Shit, baby! Let me rape you with my big, hard cock!" the professor grunted, pressing Gertrude's back against the office wall.
Gertrude moaned in rapture.
"Anything you want, my big hunk of manhood!" the woman groaned.
Her pussy juices were flowing like a waterfall.
Her dense bush of pubic hair was drenched beyond belief.
Gertrude Greengates sighed as Roger's hands crept up her stockinged thighs and fiddled with her frilly pink panties.
"Shit! You're nice and hot and wet!" the tall, dark man muttered.
"Just for you, my dear!" Gertrude panted.
She could feel Roger's thick fingers pulling at her panties.
In seconds, the lingerie had been stripped from her pelvic area.
Roger's warm hands caressed Gertrude's quivering pussy lips.
His thumb rubbed up against her tiny, throbbing clit, sending spasms of delight coursing through the prim professor's young body.
"Lemme fuck you!" he whispered in her ear.
Gertrude certainly was not going to stop him!
"Yes! Yes!" she breathed like a thing possessed. "I want that thick slab of cock up my hot hole! Oh, yeah, Roger! Do it to me! Do it to me with your big, fat dick!"
And Roger did.
Still pressing the passion-filled professor against the office wall, he positioned his pulsating prick at the entrance of her trembling pussy.
He plunged in, and Gertrude's eyes rolled to the heavens.
She felt as if she had been impaled on the end of a thick, hot billy club.
Roger's cock was so big, so good!
Gertrude just couldn't get enough of that thick slab of fuckmeat!
Roger had plunged the entirety of his massive shaft deep up her pussy.
Her moist sugar walls wrapped around the plunging tool and gripped and grabbed at it with fuck-hungry lust.
"Yeahhhh!" Gertrude breathed. "That feels sooooo gooooddddd!!"
"Yeah, baby! Just stay like that!" Roger grunted.
And he began shoving his massive shaft deep up Gertrude's dripping hole.
He pounded into her as the woman's back was thrust into the wall.
He grunted with savage delight and sweat appeared on his laboring brow.
Gertrude's eyes reached for the heavens, and she moaned every time she felt her lover's meaty shaft filling her hole to the brim.
She loved the way Roger's heavy, hairy balls smacked against her pelvic bone.
She loved the way he thrust brutally into her, making sure she felt every inch of his amazingly long cock.
Roger Naugles was hung like a young bull! And Gertrude's dripping pussy was just tight and hot enough to be able to stand the thick girth of the mighty member, yet still be able to please Roger by gripping his cock with power and fury.
"Shit! I'm coming, baby!" the professor grunted.
And suddenly Gertrude moaned joyously as she felt Roger's back tense.
The woman could feel Roger's legs becoming taut.
He was going to come!
Her hot, hung lover was going to shoot his load deep up her tight, moist twat!
Gertrude longed to wail in ecstasy.
She wanted to scream in delight.
But the others in the English Department of the university would surely have heard them had she carried on that way.
So Gertrude swiveled her hips to meet Roger's powerful strokes and continued purring in rapture like the little sex kitten that she was.
Roger's hips thrust backwards and forwards with such intensity that Gertrude knew she would have been thrown to the ground had she not been impaled up against the office wall.
And suddenly, Professor Naugles could stand the feel of the woman's tight pussy walls no longer.
His sperm shot up from his balls and exploded into Gertrude's tight hole.
Gertrude clutched her lover's back in delight as she felt her hot, hungry pussy gulping down load after load of Roger's thick, creamy jism.
Gertrude gasped and panted.
She writhed against the wall in wild abandon.
Her body was wracked with wave after wave of shuddering orgasmic pleasure.
No one could make Gertrude forget the problems of a difficult day at the university like Roger.
Professor Roger Naugles and his whopper of a cock.
Gertrude hugged her handsome, hung lover with trembling hands.
"Oh, Roger, you're so good!!" the woman breathed.
"And you're damn hot and tight!" the man grunted.
His supply of fuck juice had been depleted.
Roger pulled his quickly-softening cock out of Gertrude's totally satisfied cunt.
He pulled up his underpants and trousers that had fallen to his ankles.
Gertrude fell from the wall and pulled up her panties. She rearranged her skirt and gazed lovingly at the tall, brawny man who had just fucked her.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "This has been one heck of a lunchbreak!"
She glanced at her watch.
"Oh, my Lord! It's almost five to two! I better get ready for my English Composition Two class!"
"Okay, baby. I'll see you soon," Roger said, a sexy grin still planted on his handsome face.
Professor Naugles unlocked the door, winked at Gertrude, and swaggered out into the hallway.
Gertrude grabbed the essays from her nine o'clock composition class and threw them into a file cabinet.
She checked her lipstick out in the little mirror on her desk, locked the middle drawer that contained Harrison Young's two pornographic compositions, and ran out of the office to greet her two o'clock class.
During her lunch break the next day, Gertrude Greengates was hidden in her office once again.
The door was tightly shut and securely locked.
The small lamp on her desk cast a dim glow on the sheafs of paper over which the perky, pretty professor poured.
Her nine o'clock class had turned in their third assignment.
As soon as the students had exited the lecture hall, she had torn through the pile of typewritten essays with almost fanatical haste, and pulled out the forbidden prose of Harrison Young.
She knew she wouldn't have time to read the paper between classes, so she had merely placed the composition on the bottom of the pile.
Just so she would know exactly where it was.
As soon as her morning classes were over, Gertrude had sprang to the elevator, her lips dry, her knees weak as she contemplated what new sexual endeavors the perverted mind of the phantom student had conjured up for her reading pleasure.
Gertrude knew that her fascination over the papers, and her hunger to find out who had been writing them was making her lax in other areas of her life.
She still had not corrected the half of the second essays that the nine o'clock class had turned in; now they were already on their third!
Gertrude knew she shouldn't be huddled over Harrison Young's paper at that moment.
She should really be correcting the other student's compositions.
But the young woman couldn't help it.
Something pulled her to the lewd scenes of violent, painful sex time and time again.
She had read and reread Harrison Young's first two papers time and time again.
Now, Gertrude had a third essay to add to her quickly-growing collection of sadistic, obscene pornography.
Pince-nez balanced on her nose, her head bent forward over the desk, Gertrude Greengates started to read the newest addition to her collection:
Juliette Jones was the Queen of her high school prom.
The bubbly, beautiful buxom blonde carried herself gracefully through the corridors of her school building, exuding an aura of glamour and vivaciousness.
Every hot-blooded guy in the school had one recurring wet dream: to fuck the living hell out of Juliette Jones.
They would lie in bed at night, pulling on their long, hard cocks, dreaming of tearing the clothes from the arrogant, gorgeous bitch's voluptuous body and shoving their cunt-hungry pricks deep up Juliette's hot, dripping twat.
But Juliette had no use for these little boys in her school.
For the high school queen needed a Real Man to satisfy her desires.
And Juliette Jones was definitely a young woman who had plenty of desires to fill.
She was as horny as a bitch-dog in heat, yet never succumbed to her classmate's advances.
Juliette deeply wanted to have her pussy ravaged by a thick, hard, solid cock.
But she also wanted something else.
She wanted pain.
Juliette Jones was a masochist who would go to any lengths to feel her skin tingling with the horrible sensations of agony and anguish.
Accidentally scalding her arm with boiling water turned her on. Slicing her finger open with a large butcher knife while chopping onions set her pussy juices flowing.
Juliette loved the sight of blood.
Especially if it was her own.
And what the girl loved most of all was for her ruby red blood to drain from her body while under the every command of a huge, hulking, hot and hung fuck-master.
Juliette wanted to be whipped by a master.
She wanted to be battered and abused.
She longed for some handsome, horrible stranger to rape her brutally with a coke bottle, spit in her face, call her a whore and whip and defile her body with the utmost severity.
All in the name of love.
Juliette licked her luscious lips in fuck-hungry anticipation of the day when she would meet her master.
How she longed to be forced to submit her nubile, young flesh to his every command!
How she lusted for his huge, strong hands to smack her tender pink ass, slap her pretty, child-like face and squeeze her tiny pink nipples until she wailed in anguish.
Juliette wanted to be attacked savagely by some big brute of a sadist!
She wanted he man to be draped in leather, to force her to undergo untold horrors and unending agony.
Before he impaled her on the end of his thick slab of pulsating fuckmeat!
These are the things Juliette wanted more than anything in the world.
And one day, the bubbly teenager's dream came true.
Juliette was strutting down the hallways of her school one day, shaking her firm little ass as she usually did.
The last class of the day had ended, and the rest of the students were running to their lockers to collect their books and jackets and escape from the boredom of their classrooms.
But Juliette Jones was not concerned about leaving the school building on time that day.
For she had received a note in her locker that had read: I WANT TO FUCK YOUR TIGHT, HOT PUSSY WITH MY BIG COCK. I WANT TO SEE YOUR CUNT TORN TO SHREADS AND DRIPPING WITH BLOOD. YOU ARE A SLUTTY, FILTHY WHORE AND DESERVE TO BE PUNISHED. I CAN HELP PUNISH YOU, YOU HATEFUL BITCH. AFTER SCHOOL, IN THE BOY'S ROOM. BE THERE. OR I'LL KILL YOU.
Whereas most school girls and virtually all prom queens would have screamed in terror upon finding a similar message in their locker, Juliette found that the nasty note sent shivers of sexual delight coursing up her spine.
Her cunt torn to shreads and dripping with blood!
The girl certainly liked the sound of that!
Punishment for a filthy whore and hateful bitch!
Well, Juliette had to admit she certainly fit into both categories! And she was damn good looking to top it all off!
She definitely needed punishment!
She certainly WANTED punishment!
And now some unknown, hot, hunky fuckstud was going to chastise her like the dirty cunt she really was!
Juliette simply couldn't wait for the school day to end!
She had squirmed in her chair all through Biology class, feeling her pussy juices flowing at the mere though of what tortures awaited her tender skin in the boy's room after class.
And if she didn't go, she would be brutally murdered!
Juliette thought that that death threat was pure icing on the cake.
A hot, young master ready to kill at any moment was about to punish Juliette for her whorish deeds in the mortifying surrounding of a public male pis-shouse!
Just what Juliette had always dreamed of!
When the corridor near the boy's room on the east wing of the school was almost empty, Juliette glanced around furtively to make sure no one was watching.
Then, her pussy quivering uncontrollably, her nipples erect with delight and her hands shivering with fear of the unknown, Juliette snuck through the threshold and into the boy's room.
Her footsteps echoed in the tiled room.
When she stood still, there was silence.
"Hello?" the girl whispered. "Is anyone there?"
"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" came a gruff, demanding voice from behind one of the stalls.
"Y-yes, sir," Juliette mumbled, feeling the simultaneous rising of passion and terror in her fuck-crazed loins.
Outside, the noise of her schoolmates vacating the building became less and less noticeable.
Juliette stood in the middle of the public bathroom, wondering what her sex master in the middle stall looked like.
Soon, silence permeated throughout the entirety of the empty building.
Juliette was alone with her master.
The stall door was kicked open and Juliette jumped in terror.
She stared.
A huge, muscular man with eyes that burned like red-hot embers and an evil, sardonic grin stood before her.
She fell to her knees on the tiled floor before her master.
Juliette had never seen such a fine specimen of manhood in her life.
The man was well over six feet tall, had thick, black hair and boasted a body bulging from head to toe with beefy muscles.
He could crush Juliette with his bare hands if he wanted to!
Juliette gasped as she gazed between the man's meaty, muscular legs.
The massive bulge that throbbed underneath the black leather pants could only mean one thing: her master was hung like a horse!
Juliette had to control herself from thrusting down her own tight jeans and plunging her fingers deep in her overflowing twat.
This man reeked of danger.
He reeked of sex.
And he reeked of death.
Juliette yearned to feel his strong hands smacking her across the face. She wanted that dark, sexy man to lash her back with a thousand whips, to feel the thick strands of leather digging into her skin and making her blood pour down her creamy back.
And Juliette wanted the man to fuck her.
She wanted to feel his massive, mighty fucktool ravaging her pussy, pounding deep up her cunt and sending spasms of agony and pain coursing through her body until she screamed for more.
And Juliette had a feeling she was going to get all this. And more.
"P-please, master," Julie stuttered, still bowing in supplication before her sex master. "Please let me see that big, hard cock of yours!"
The swarthy, dangerous man stared down at the pitiful figure of the trembling little schoolgirl that was to be his new sexslave.
He chuckled sardonically.
"You silly little cunt," the man growled.
Without warning, he struck out at the kneeling girl with the back of his strong, right hand.
Juliette screamed and went sprawling across the bathroom floor.
She touched the throbbing spot on her face where the man had smacked her.
It hurt.
But it hurt good.
And suddenly, Juliette found she had not ime to regain her senses as the man suddenly lashed out at her prone figure with his thick, black boots.
The powerful man kicked Juliette's young, tender body again and again.
The girl screamed in horror and pain as the boot hit her in the stomach, making her double over in pain.
He kicked her in the head, sending her flying across the cold tile floor once again.
He kicked her in the back, in the shin, in the tits.
Juliette was soon gasping in terror and spitting up bloody phlegm.
"Stop! Stop!" the tortured girl begged.
But her sex master continued kicking her as brutally as he could.
And Juliette loved very last kick.
Until she finally passed out.
When Juliette came to, she was stark naked.
Just as she had expected.
She was no longer in the boys' bathroom.
In fact, she was no longer in the school building.
She had been taken to some new, strange place that was totally bathed in darkness.
It was cold.
She had been thrown on a hard, iron table. Andfrom the table rose thick, sharp metal spikes. Juliette tried to move her bruised, battered body. She couldn't.
A large, splinter-filled wooden rod had been placed behind her back. Her arms were draped behind the rod at her elbows. The wood dug painfully into her skin, as did the ropes that secured the rod in place.
Juliette tried to struggle to her feet.
She screamed in anguish.
The young girl's foot had scraped up against one of the many metal spikes that littered the entire tabletop like a sea of sharp kitchen knives.
A door suddenly flew open, and her brawny sex master swaggered in.
"I see you have finally woken," the man said, his mouth curling to a cruel grin. "Perhaps it's time to finally do something with that pussy of yours. It's been hot and bothered for some time now. I think that perhaps we should cool it down."
"W-what are you talking about?" Juliette asked in a hushed whisper.
The young girl's body ached from the brutal kicking the man had wracked upon it. Her arms and back ached from the splinters that dug into her tender flesh. The ropes were digging savagely into her body.
Juliette was in total misery.
She had thought that perhaps she would have been able to handle any type of pain that her master would punish her with.
But she was already tired and tattered and torn. And she wanted to go home.
But the fun had only begun for her sex master. He was going to torture and torment his little sex slave for hours and hours before he would finally rape her ravaged pussy with his thick, hard bull-cock.
"I'm talking about giving your filthy pussy what it needs," the man snarled. "See these spikes on this table? I'm going to force you to sit on them, one by one. Your dirty, smelly cunt will feel their cold, harsh sharpness invading your moist, tender tissues. After about the third spike, your pussy will be so bloody and battered, you won't be able to feel much more. But there will still be about twenty or so to go. So this will be quite a trail for you. As a new sex slave. A few months from now when we play this game, your pussy will be so calloused and hard that you won't feel a thing! You'll find that you'll actually begin to enjoy it!" A few months?!
Juliette began to whimper in terror. She wanted to go home.
She had had no intention of being held prisoner to this mad sex maniac for months at a time!
She desperately had to escape!
But Juliette had a sinking feeling deep in her gut.
As her master roughly grabbed her and positioned her quivering, terrified cunt over the tip of the first shiny, sharp spike, Juliette knew that she was destined to be this cruel, hateful man's sex slave to the end....
The pretty prom queen screamed as the metal spike tore up her pussy walls....
And that was only the beginning....
Gertrude thrust the composition into the drawer with the other two.
"Disgusting!" the woman breathed, removing her pince-nez from her nose with trembling fingers.
The young college professor sat in silence for a few seconds, staring at the pile of ungraded compositions that should have been finished the day before. A droplet of sweat ran from her brow. She wiped it off with a quivering hand. Gertrude sighed.
And opened the drawer to reread the third smut-filled essay once again.