Chapter 4
"Class! CLASS!" Professor Greengates called out.
These freshmen!
They still acted like they were in high school! It took ten-minutes just trying to get their attention!
Gertrude couldn't understand why they were so talkative, especially at nine o'clock on a Monday morning.
She stared apprehensively at the sea of young, bright faces that stared at her from the seats of the lecture hall.
One of those faces belonged to a deranged, sexual frustrated pervert.
A pervert who had been tormenting his English professor for the first week of the semester.
Now the second week had started, and Gertrude was determined to get to the bottom of the situation.
"Class, I absolutely DEMAND to know, which one of you is Harrison Young?" the young woman asked.
There was some general activity in the lecture hall as everyone stared at their neighbor, curious to know who the professor was talking about.
They were left in the dark.
No one admitted they were Harrison Young.
Gertrude sighed.
"I guess he must have dropped the course," Gertrude said aloud. "Okay, now we'll get back to our discussion on theme that we didn't finish on Friday. Get your notebooks out."
Gertrude continued conducting class, but the woman was barely aware of what she was saying.
All she could think about was the fact that one of the kids in that very room was probably at that very moment undressing her with his beady little eyes.
She was quite sure that Harrison Young had not, in fact, dropped the course.
She was certain that he was sitting in one of the many rows of the lecture hall, calling himself by his real name and taking notes from the blackboard.
Or was he?
Perhaps he was sitting in his seat scribbling down more violent scenes of sluttish sex to horrify and shock Gertrude with.
Gertrude began to stutter and finally dropped her chalk.
She picked it up and attempted to begin again.
But as she bent down to retrieve the chalk, she saw something sitting on the seat behind her desk that made her gasp in shock.
She had not sat in the chair that morning yet, and had had no reason to look behind the desk.
She wished she had before the class began.
Because suddenly she realized she was very possibly going to have a nervous breakdown in front of the one hundred and fifty students in her Beginning Composition class.
She stared at the seat of the chair in paralyzed horror.
Her face drained of blood.
She was locked in a state of near catatonic shock.
Her eyes bulged.
And suddenly she sprang for the item on the chair. Anger spread across her pretty features. Rage filled her voice as she held the object in the air with an outstretched hand and demanded to know:
"Who the hell put this vulgar, disgusting item on my chair?"
The students had been staring at their professor's strange behavior with a mixture of concern and amusement.
But when Professor Greengates held up a huge black dildo lined with heavy metal spikes, their young minds could only react in one manner.
They laughed.
It was nervous laughter, to be sure, but laughter nevertheless.
Gertrude gazed up at the offensive item she held in her hand.
And suddenly it repulsed her so much that she flung it to the ground in repulsion and burst into hysterical, uncontrollable tears.
Several students ran up to comfort her, other continued laughing, others began to whisper excitedly to one another.
The black iron dildo that had played a part in Harrison Young's composition about Becky and Mistress Xaviera had hit the back wall of the auditorium and rolled down the floor.
"A-are you alright, Professor Greengates?" one of the numerous students who surrounded the sobbing, terrified young lady asked.
Gertrude's entire body was a mass of jangled nerves. Her head bobbed up and down, her lips shivered, her hands were like jelly.
She burst into a fresh set of tears.
Suddenly, Professor Roger Naugles bounded through one of the doors of the lecture hall, ran down the stairs, and pushed the kids aside.
"All of you get out!" the swarthy, handsome professor ordered. "Class is over! Get out!"
The students were alternately puzzled, confused and frightened at what had just happened to their English professor.
But they quickly gathered their notebooks, textbooks, pen and pencils when Professor Naugles ordered them to leave the lecture hall.
In minutes, the two young lovers were alone.
Professor Naugles wrapped his big arms around Gertrude's trembling shoulders.
"Don't worry, everything's fine," he soothed, whispering gently in her ear.
Gertrude continued sobbing and shivering.
"What happened in here anyway?" Roger asked. "Did you get into a fight with one of the kids? I was just passing by and ... no?"
Gertrude had been shaking her head vigorously.
"What happened then?" Roger wanted to know.
Gertrude pointed at the spiked dildo with a quivering finger.
Roger gasped in horror when he saw the torture instrument.
"What the hell is that?" he wanted to know. He ran over to examine the item.
Gertrude's tears cascaded down her pretty face.
"Where did you find this?" he asked.
"O-on my chair," Gertrude sobbed. "I-it's a ... a ... Ohhhh!"
The woman couldn't being herself to spit out the word.
Her reeling mind wondered if perhaps she should tell Roger all about Harrison Young and his pornographic compositions.
But something held her back.
"Some of these kids are sick!" Professor Naugles said. "Goddamn fucking sickW"
He tossed the offending item into the wastepaper basket.
"Come on," he said. "I'm driving you home to get some rest. We'll have Professor Becker cancel the rest of your classes today."
And he wrapped his arms once again around Gertrude's shoulders as he picked the woman up off the floor and led her out of the lecture hall.
Gertrude tossed and turned in her bed.
Roger had given her a sleeping pill, but it hadn't worked too well.
It only made the young professor's sleep more troubled, less in touch with reality.
As Gertrude's body flopped around uncomfortably, changing from position to position and droplets of sweat formed on her firm, young body, the woman drifted off into a bizarre, unexpected dreamland.
Gertrude was stark naked.
Her hands were bound together behind her back at the wrists with a thick, coarse wire.
Her nipples had been brutally pierced and two little hoops hung from the tiny pink paps.
The rope dug into her wrists. The hoops pinched her tits painfully.
Approaching Gertrude's naked figure was a woman.
A harsh, cruel woman with a strong, sinewy body almost muscular in its build.
She stared at Gertrude's fine, creamy thighs and firm, round tits with lust smoldering in her eyes.
Around her head she wore a black leather mask.
Around her waist hung a belt.
A belt that struck fear into Gertrude's little heart.
The woman's belt was made of steel. It hung down past her cunt like a bikini, and in fact looked like a bikini from behind.
But in the front, thick metal spikes poked out and curled up, forming a terrifying, tail-like structure that was just right for insertion.
For insertion into Gertrude's tender, pink pussy!
Gertrude imagined what those thick metal spikes would do to her delicate cunt walls.
She wailed in horror.
The woman was coming closer! And closer!
Soon, she would be right next to Gertrude! Although her feet were not bound, she found herself rooted to the spot. She couldn't move.
The woman was going to attack her beloved sugar walls with her garter belt of pain!
With her chastity belt of sin!
And there was nothing Gertrude could do to stop her!
She was stark naked and had absolutely no place to run to!
"Get your ass over here, cunt-sucker!" the terrible woman growled.
Gertrude was unable to move.
She could neither run to or run away from the woman.
"You silly bitch!" the amazon grunted. "Can't you even use your own two feet?"
The woman was now standing directly before Gertrude.
She pressed against the prim college professor with her ample tits.
Gertrude could feel the firm, hot flesh rubbing up against her own breasts.
"I'm gonna fuck you with my big metal dick," the woman breathed. "I'm gonna fucking tear your little cunt to shreads. You're gonna scream, but it'll be worth it, bitch."
Gertrude froze as the woman grappled her arms with strong hands covered with black leather gloves.
"First, let me feel those tits," the woman said.
Gertrude moaned as she felt her creamy jugs being manhandled by the bizarre young amazon who was going to attack her with the huge metal chastity belt.
The woman dug brutally into Gertrude's tits.
"Yeah, they feel good. Real good," the woman grunted.
Gertrude winced in pain as her captor pulled on the hoops that were attached to her nipples.
"Mmm! I like these!" the woman said, flashing Gertrude a lewd smile.
Gertrude begged, "Please! Please don't pull them off!"
"Silly bitch!" the woman laughed. "You think I'd ruin those marvelous tits of yours? Of course not! But I will ruin your twat. You've been very naughty lately. You've been letting Professor Naugles fuck your hot, tight pussy. But you shouldn't be. You've been a bad girl. A bad, bad girl!"
"N-no! Please!" Gertrude protested. "I promise, I won't let Professor Naugles near me again! Never! I promise! Please!"
"It's too late, my stupid little cunt!" the woman chuckled. "He's already made your pussy a stinking shithole of garbage. Your cunt is filthy and foul. It smells. I will have to take care of that. With my ... uh...."
The woman paused and glanced down at the metal belt that hung around her waist.
"With my iron dick," she chuckled, an evil grin playing on her thick, sensuous lips.
"NO! PLEASE!" begged Gertrude as the woman pulled her trembling, bound body closer to the upturned metal spikes.
"Too late, you filthy whore!" the amazon spat out.
And she thrust herself upon Gertrude's naked body.
Gertrude screamed in anguish as she felt the heavy metal spikes carving up her tender pussy walls, slicing through her skin and sending rivers of blood gushing out of her tender pussy lips and down her pale, trembling legs.
She was impaled on the woman's savagely spiked iron cock!
Gertrude opened her mouth and screamed and screamed and screamed.
And when she woke up, she was screaming, also.
The pretty college professor sprang up in bed, her body drenched in sweat, a fresh round of shrieking still lingering on her parched lips.
She was shuddering uncontrollably.
She lay her head back down on the pillow and sobbed herself into an uneasy, dreamless sleep.