Chapter 5
Gertrude awoke suddenly and stared at the alarm clock that ticked slowly beside her on the nightstand next to the bed.
It was five minutes past six.
The young college professor jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom for a quick shower.
She threw on a fresh set of clothes, rearranged her hair a bit, glanced in the mirror to make sure she looked alright, then hopped in her car.
Although she had big black bags under her eyes, and her upper lip had been twitching nervously, Gertrude figured she looked presentable.
She didn't want to waste any time putting make up on her face.
Gertrude had a duty to perform.
It had just hit her the moment she woke up.
She really wasn't quite sure what was motivating her actions.
All she knew was that she had a burning desire to carry out the half-formed plan that had entered her troubled mind.
She zoomed through the streets that were still bathed in early-morning darkness.
Soon it would be light and another day of instruction would have begun at Southeastern University.
Gertrude had to arrive at the English building before any of the students got there.
She had to arrive before even any of the professors entered the building.
She felt the intense yearning to sneak into the lecture hall where her nine o'clock class met and rummage through the wastepaper basket.
She had to find the spiked iron dildo that Professor Naugles had discarded with such disgust.
She needed to find the horrible torture device.
She wanted it for her very own.
It was hers; Harrison Young had left it on her chair. He had talked about it in one of the morbid compositions his filthy little mind had lovingly created for his professor.
The horrible instrument of torture belonged to Gertrude Greengates, and the woman was going to claim her property if she had to break into the English building to do it!
Gertrude's car swung into the driveway, and the woman ran to the front door of the ten story building.
She was out of breath, her hair was a mess, and her eyes were blazing like a thing possessed.
But none of these things mattered to Gertrude in the least.
Something had snapped in her usually rational mind and she had been reduced to a desperate creature hungering for ... what?
Gertrude herself didn't know.
Her body was trembling, the blood seemed to pump through her veins more powerfully than ever before.
She felt a strange tingling sensation attacking her every limb.
And, oddly enough, it seemed to have its focal point in her ... vagina?
Gertrude couldn't understand what was happening to her.
She thought her behavior rather weird, also, but was unable to control herself.
She was acting under the influence of a force she couldn't comprehend.
The trembling professor tried the main door to the English building and gasped in uncontrollable delight.
It was unlocked!
She suddenly realized that the custodians must be in the building somewhere cleaning up. Panic struck her heart.
What if they had already collected the garbage from the wastepaper basket in the lecture hall!!
She crept through the deserted, unlit hallway stealthily.
Her quivering hand turned the knob to the lecture hall and she ran crept down the steps in pitch darkness towards the blackboard.
Her breathing was labored, her body a trembling mass of tensed muscle and bone.
She stubbed her toe against the side of the desk and cursed aloud.
Rubbing the injured big toe, Gertrude got on her hands and knees under the desk and her quivering fingers alighted on the rim of the wastepaper basket.
She plunged her hands inside with desperation.
The tips of her shuddering fingers touched crumpled pieces of paper.
Relief spread throughout her entire body.
Good!
The garbage hadn't been collected yet! Gertrude dug into the masses of wadded up paper until her hand brushed against something cold and hard and sharp.
Her heart skipped a beat.
It was the spiked iron dildo!
She had found it!
Gertrude lunged for the thick, heavy implement of torture and took it in her hands.
She removed the item from the confines of the wastepaper basket.
She sat under the desk, her breathing coming in short gasps, her limbs all a-quiver.
And her pussy tingling in unexpected delight.
In the pitch black, Gertrude ran her fingers up and down the length of the mighty iron rod.
Its surface was crude and rough.
The spikes were sharp and dangerous.
Gertrude thought of Becky and Mistress Xaviera and held the mushroom-shaped tip of the iron tool to her fervid cheek.
A low moan escaped her mouth.
Suddenly, the woman realized the custodians might be arriving in the lecture hall to clean up at any second.
She glanced at the hands of her watch, which glowed in the dark.
It was ten minutes after seven.
In fifty minutes, the professors would start invading the building to prepare for their classes that day.
Gertrude pulled a few spare sheets of paper out of the wastepaper basket and wrapped her morbid prize up tightly.
Wave after wave of shuddering heat wracked her body.
Her fingers shook uncontrollably.
But Gertrude got out from underneath the desk and stole up the steps of the lecture hall.
She furtively peered down the hall.
The custodians were nowhere in sight.
Charlene padded down the hallway as quietly and quickly as she could, and pressed the UP button of the elevator.
The door slid open immediately, and the hyped-up college professor quickly entered.
She pressed the button for the eighth floor and fondled the heavy iron sex device in her hand as they traveled up to the floor where her office was located.
The eighth floor was deserted, also.
Gertrude crept to the door of her office and put her key in the lock.
It swung open before she had time to turn the key.
Her office had been unlocked all night long!
How had that happened?
Gertrude shut the door quietly behind herself and locked it firmly.
She turned on the desk lamp.
And screamed in shock.
There, on the center of her otherwise empty desk, was an essay. In typewritten figures, the cover page read: SPECIAL CREDIT COMPOSITION, English Comp, Sept. 22, 1986. Ms. Greengates. Harrison Young.
How had that paper gotten into her office?
Had the deranged, unbalanced student broken the lock to her door?
Gertrude only took a second to ask herself how the paper had gotten there.
Still clutching the spiked rod in her sweat-drenched palm, she quickly turned the page and read with morbid fascination:
Kathy was a good little girl.
But she was also a bored little girl.
She would lie in her bed at night and dream of being kidnapped by a band of travelling gypsies that would force her to sell her young, firm body to strangers for a few silver coins every night. She dreamed of the grimy, fuck-starved men who would ravage her tiny pink hole with their big, hard cocks.
She longed to hear these men pant and groan as they pounded their meaty fucktools deep up her hole. She wanted them to turn her around and fuck her up the ass. She yearned for them to shoot their loads deep down her throat, to beat her, punch her, spank her.
And all at very affordable rates.
Yes, Kathy may have been a good little girl, but she had the desires and lustings of a well-fucked Times Square whore!
Kathy longed for her fantasies to become realities.
And one day, her dream came true.
The timid, bright little girl was sitting at a bus stop one day waiting for the local to take her back to her mundane, boring little home when a flashy car pulled up to the sidewalk.
A man stuck his head out of the window.
Kathy s eyes lit up.
The man was gorgeous! So virile and big and strong! Just like the male gypsies in the tribe that she had always dreamed would take her away and force her to live a life of decadence and sin!
"Hey, kid, wanna ride?" the man asked.
His voice was low and sexy.
Kathy's pussy juices began to flow.
In seconds she was with the man in his car.
"W-what are you doing?" Kathy asked, as the man suddenly pulled out a blindfold and covered her pretty face with it.
"I'm taking you away," he growled.
"To be my SEX SLAVE!" he continued, triumphantly.
Kathy was excited and aroused. She almost jumped for joy as the blindfold was placed over her eyes.
But she was also very scared.
What if the man didn't bring her back to her boring, but very safe, home?
What if he kept her a prisoner in his dungeon of torturous delights forever and ever?
The girl trembled. But she still did not know if it was with joy or fear.
They rode along for quite some time, with the virile, sexy man's hand planted firmly on Kathy's quivering quim.
The girl had never been touched like that before. And she had to admit that she liked it.
A lot.
Hell, she fucking LOVED it!
When the car stopped and the door opened, the man's attitude towards the little girl changed drastically.
He pulled her brutally by her long blonde hair and dragged her across the seat and out of the car.
Kathy screamed and yelled and begged for the man to stop.
He didn't.
Kathy fell with a thud to the gravel on the ground outside the car.
She squealed in pain.
The man threw back his handsome head and laughed.
"That's just for starters!" he said. "Just wait until you see what I have in store for you in my little chamber of horrors!!"
Kathy didn't like the sound of that one bit. She began to realize that perhaps her daydreams were a bit less painful than the realities she might soon be force to endure.
Tears spilled from her eyes and she desperately wished she had taken the bus and gone directly home.
Who knew what this sex-crazed maniac might do to her!
The man grabbed her savagely by the arm and dragged her screaming, struggling body along the gravel.
Kathy could feel her skin being torn and razed by the tiny, sharp pebbles. She tried to stand up, but the man was dragging her along with such speed and strength that it practically impossible to get on her own two feet.
That was probably what the cruel, sadistic creature who had just abducted her had been after.
The man picked her battered body up suddenly, and led her indoors. He then carried her down two flights of stairs.
Kathy kicked and punched at his massive chest and back, but her attempts to break free were useless. The man had her in his complete control, and he was going to make the dainty little girl his sex slave whether she wanted to be or not.
"Let me go! Let me GGGOOOOOH!" Kathy screamed.
But the hateful man only chuckled at the girl's timid protests.
When he had finished descending the two flights of stairs, Kathy was thrown off his shoulders and landed with a thump on a cold, hard floor.
"Let's see how that young body of yours is, cunt," the man grunted. "I bet you got some great tits under that pretty sweater of yours!"
Still blindfolded, Kathy was too afraid to run away from the man. Besides, seconds later she found that running would have been impossible, for the man had started groping her firm, supple flesh with his big, meaty hands.
"Oooh, yeah!" he groaned. "That feels nice. Real nice. It's a shame that you're such a filthy little slut. Otherwise I could fuck you nice and long and slow with my big, thick cock. But you're a little sleazy tramp who doesn't deserve my throbbing slab of fuckmeat...."
"W-well, what are you going to do to me then?" Kathy asked tearfully.
"Shut up, slut!!" the man bellowed, suddenly striking the girl with all his might on her pretty little face.
Kathy wailed in pain and fell to the floor.
"You will speak only when you are told to. And you shall address me as 'sir' from now on. Is that completely understood?" the man growled.
"Y-yes, sir," Kathy gasped, struggling to get up from the floor.
The man pulled her up so savagely that Kathy feared her slender, young arm would be wrenched from its socket.
He grabbed her sweater and pulled it off with one mighty thrust.
Kathy wailed as her boobs bounced out and almost hit her in the face. She hadn't worn a bra that day, and deeply regretted that decision.
The man's thick, hot fingers grabbed here nipples and squeezed them without mercy.
Kathy wriggled and cried and tried to break free from the man's tenacious grasp.
He then reached down and thrust her jeans and panties from her shivering, smooth hips. He removed her shoes and threw them in a corner. Kathy's jeans and panties were cast from her body with sex-crazed haste.
She stood before her master, blindfolded and totally naked, preparing for whatever tortures he deemed necessary to inflict on her tender, supple flesh.
He then tore off her blindfold.
Kathy blinked her eyes and gasped in disbelief.
Standing in front of her was the most horrible device she had ever laid eyes on in her life.
A huge, wooden box lined at the edges with a row of thick, sharp spikes met her eyes.
On the top of the box was a pulley that had a thick strand of rope attached to it.
On the side of the box was a huge, horizontal metal clamp. A heavy duty lock bound the two sides of the clamp together.
It looked as if it was just the right size to hold Kathy's lower leg comfortably. She had a sneaking suspicion that that was what the man was planning to lock up within its close confines.
"Yes, my little slut, the outside of this box is going to be your prison for the next few days. Don't worry, the spike won't hurt your delicate skin TOO much!"
Kathy stared at the swarthy man who had picked her up in his car.
His eyes were blazing with fuck-hungry lust.
"But before I hoist you onto the box, you're going to have to put this on. It's a special chastity belt I made just for sleazy whores like you."
Kathy stared at the device the man had pulled out of a closet close to where they stood.
Her parched lips trembled. Her knees were weak.
A thick metal bikini-type item would be strapped around her pelvic area. At the bottom of the item was a round, empty tube. Attached to the tube was a device to hold something in place. Kathy had no idea what would be shoved up that tube, and therefore shoved up her ... private parts ... but she had a sneaking suspicion it certainly wasn't going to be fun!
The man clamped the chastity belt around his sex slave.
Kathy shivered as the cold, metal surrounded her moist, warm pussy. Cold air blew up the tube, making her pubic hairs tingle.
After the horrible man had buckled her in so tightly that she could barely breathe, he told her to bend her head.
Kathy was helpless to disobey the man's commands.
At the top of the belt was a large ring attached to a few feet of chain. Another ring was at the end of the chain, which was attached to a sturdy stand of heavy wire.
Kathy's sex master put the wire around Kathy's neck as the girl stood naked before him, sobbing and shivering uncontrollably.
"Now you may raise your head," her master instructed.
Kathy found that the thick length of chain stretched from the chastity belt to the wire around her neck. It crossed between her ample breasts and down her firm, flat torso.
The young girl struggled to break free from her restraints, but her attempts were made in vain.
She was well and truly captured by this big, dark man who wanted to take complete advantage of her pristine pleasures!
"And now, the finishing touch," the man exclaimed, his eyes smoldering with anticipation.
"I'm sure you've been wondering exactly what is going to be placed up that tube on your chastity belt. Well, I'll let you know. This!!"
Kathy watched in disbelief as the man went to the closet and pulled out a thick, rubber dildo. It must have been about fifteen inches long, and as wide around as a gourd!!
"NO! NO!" the girl screamed. "You'll never be able to fit that huge thing in me without tearing my poor pussy to shreads!!"
The man threw back his head and guffawed with cruel laughter.
"But surely you realize, my little filthy slut, that that is exactly what you're here for!!" he said.
Kathy burst into tears of anguish and terror.
She knew she would never leave the man's chamber of horrors alive.
He approached her trembling body with the gargantuan dildo and, thrusting her legs apart, he reached under the chastity belt and plunged half of the thick, rubber dong deep up Kathy's quivering cunt.
The little girl screeched as she felt the massive girth of the thing invading her pussy, sending spasms of anguish through her loins and making her writhe uncomfortably before the horrible torturer who was only too prepared to teach the girl a lesson she would never forget!
"Now let's gag that mouth of yours and we'll be all set for your first few hours on the big white box!" the man said.
He rubbed his big hands together gleefully as he went to the closet once again. A simple white handkerchief was produced, and he bound the girl's mouth tightly.
Kathy's eyes grew large with terror as the man them picked her up and carried her exhausted body towards the big box with the spikes lining the edges.
He threw her down on the floor, unlocked the clamp, and picked her up again. He stuck the bottom part of her right leg into the clamp and locked it again.
Kathy wailed in anguish as best she could with the gag around her mouth. The metal bit into her skin. The spikes on the edge of the box dug into her side, already threatening to break her skin and send her blood coursing down the side of the freshly painted surface.
The man held Kathy in position on the side of the box with one hand, then reached up to the pulley with his free hand and unravelled the rope. He wound it twice around Kathy's right arm, then brutally pulled the girls' left leg behind her left arm and up over her head.
Kathy screamed and wailed and moaned in, anguish.
The man only laughed in delight.
He tied her left leg into place behind Kathy's head. The young girl could feel her tendons stretching and protesting at the horrible position into which they had been forced.
He finally secured the rope around Kathy's left wrist so that it was placed behind her left leg.
The girl was grateful she had taken gymnastics in school; otherwise, her limbs might have snapped off then and there!
The spikes on the box continued to dig into the right side of Kathy's body. The flesh was sore and ready to spurt forth pint after pint of blood at any moment.
The man finally pulled the half of the rubber dildo that had not been able to fit up Kathy's tight twat over to the top of the clamp and rested it there.
Kathy winced in anguish. The weight of her own body resting on the clamp was making the dildo shove farther and farther up her already-ravaged pussy!
She tried to lift her weight off the clamp, but found that if she did, the spikes dug into her side more brutally.
The man laughed at Kathy's attempts to alleviate the pain that was coursing through her young body.
"At the end of three hours," he said. "The weight of your own body will shove the entire fifteen inches of that huge rubber cock up your cunt. Don't bother trying to struggle, lt'sll only quicken the process."
Kathy's eyes swelled with tears and she gazed at the man imploringly.
WHY? she seemed to be asking.
"Why?" the man asked. "Because you're a dirty little whore, and you deserve to be punished in this way! Your pussy will soon be so large after this treatment that nobody in his right mid would want to fuck you again! You'll be so loose it'll make them sick. Just like you make ME sick!"
The swarthy, horrible man suddenly spit a load of yellowish phlegm at the girl. It landed on her right cheek.
Kathy moaned as the hot spittle struck her face.
The man glared at her, hate burning in his eyes.
"You little cunt!" he spat out.
He turned and left the room, leaving Kathy to suffer long and hard.
In private.