Chapter 6
Gertrude finished the composition that had mysterious appeared on her desk.
The sexy college professor removed her pince-nez and stared for a second at the offensive document.
It was true that the trials of Kathy and her master were quite disgusting.
But it was also true that Gertrude Greengates had noticed that her loins had gotten mighty hot just reading the paper!
Gertrude felt shocked and ashamed at the fact that her pussy juices even started flowing when the tall, hung stranger had begun tying the little girl up to his big, white box.
She had even placed the huge iron dildo down on the desk and moved her slender, firm fingers to the creamy mound between her thighs and squeezed hard.
She had groaned in delight.
And turned the pages as quickly as she could.
Now that she had finished reading the essay, she contemplated what to do next.
The lamp bathed the office in a dim, eerie glow.
The typewritten pages stared here in the face.
So did the heavy iron rod covered with spikes.
Gertrude picked the torture item up.
She felt its rough, cold surface with trembling fingers.
What had compelled her to sneak into the lecture hall and retrieve the item from the wastepaper basket where Professor Roger Naugles had thrown it?
The svelte, young woman didn't know.
But she had a strange tingling sensation coursing through her entire body.
It had become even stronger when she had been reading the paper.
Now, droplets of sweat formed on her brow as she held the iron dildo in her hand.
She imagined what the thing would feel like ravaging the tender tissues of her pussy. Gertrude writhed in pain at the thought. It would not be a pleasant experience. Or would it?
In her mind's eye, Gertrude saw herself being held captive by a huge hunk of manhood.
Six foot five tall and bursting with hard, veined muscles.
His cock was twelve thick inches long and snugly held in place by a thin leather g-string.
His face was covered by a leather mask.
Her master had shackled her hands together with heavy metal handcuffs and attached them to an iron belt that had been tightly fastened around her trim waist.
A metal choker hung around her neck; a leather skull cap had been placed on her head, and her eyes were covered with round metal goggles that were attached by a thick iron rung around her chin. The most horrible thing of all, however, were the huge rings that her firm, ample breasts had been pierced by.
The rings were attached to the shackles around her hands, and Gertrude screamed in pain every time she tried to struggle free.
Her struggles only succeeded in tugging on her breasts, and sending spasms of anguish racing through her delicate flesh.
Gertrude's master was a horrible, mean man who beat her night and day without mercy.
But Gertrude had to admit, she really did love every bit of the pain her master inflicted on her tender, young body.
She never knew she could find such pleasure in such pain!
Gertrude tried to stop the bizarre, sluttish thoughts that were coursing through her over-excited brain. But she couldn't.
The images she created were turning her on too much.
Already, she could feel her pussy getting nice and warm once again.
She slowly pulled down the zipper to the jeans she had thrown on earlier that morning.
She fondled the thick forest of pubic hair that lurked under the taut material of her panties.
She groaned in delight, imagining her master's thick, hard cock inches away from her fuck-hungry mouth.
"Beat me! Beat me!" she imagined herself screaming.
The master would take out his big, heavy whip and lash down upon her back brutally.
Gertrude's skin would slice like paper under the thick leather whip.
Huge gashes would appear in her skin, and blood would pour out and drip down her creamy back.
She would beg her master for more abuse, more punishment.
Gertrude would undergo any torture, just to get a taste of that huge, beefy cock that hung like a giant hose between her master's muscular thighs.
Her tits would be drooping from the huge rings that had been pierced through her tiny pink nipples, her wrists would ache from the shackles that bound them tightly, her back would be a mass of coagulating blood from the savage lashes of the leather whip.
But Gertrude would be happy.
"FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!!" she would scream even while she squirmed in agony.
And her master would pick up a big black dildo similar to the one that Gertrude in reality had just picked up in her hand.
"I'll fuck you," her master growled. "But not with my cock. I' m going to fuck you with THIS!"
And Gertrude would gasp when she felt the huge iron dildo invading her tiny, tight pussy.
In her fantasy, she would not be able to see the item her master was raping her with, of course, because her eyes had been covered.
But she would be able to feel the thick metal spikes slicing her tender pussy walls, tearing her twat to shreads and sending rivers of blood spurting from her private hole and trickling down between her battered thighs.
It would hurt so much, but Gertrude would scream in ecstasy as she felt herself being disembowled by the huge, spiked iron rod.
In real life, Gertrude was not blindfolded and could look quite freely at the dildo.
She studied it as the morbid scenes of torturous, carnal delights danced through her head.
She reached down between her legs and thrust down her frilly pink panties.
She gently shoved a hot, firm finger between her outer pussy lips.
She sighed in delight and spread her long legs as far as they could go.
Gertrude brought the mushroom-shaped head of the heavy iron dildo closer and closer to her quivering pussy lips.
She removed her finger, and replaced it with the tip of the dildo.
She groaned.
It was so cold!
And so big!
But the tip felt mighty good lodged between the lips of her pussy!
Gertrude grabbed hold of the thick iron tool and began to slowly thrust it up her pussy.
She grunted as her pussy walls contracted to let the massive girth of the gargantuan torture device glide into her hot, moist hole.
The first row of spikes were centimeters away from plunging into her twat and slicing her tender pussy walls to shreads.
Gertrude sighed as she felt the icy cold head of the iron rod scraping up against her tight hole.
The woman shuddered uncontrollably as she imagined her brawny, muscular sex master attacking her with the dildo, impaling her on the thick, sharp spikes again and again.
In real life, the spikes moved closer and closer to the entrance to Gertrude's tunnel of love.
Gertrude arched her back in the chair and moaned in ecstasy.
She had to be careful so as not to make much noise; soon the other professors would be arriving and she didn't want to make a scene.
There Gertrude Greengates was in her office at seven in the morning, shoving a huge, iron dildo covered with spikes up her twat while her entire body shuddered in orgasmic delight.
It might be very difficult to explain!
And, suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Gertrude almost screamed in shock.
"W-who's there?" she asked.
"It's me, Professor Naugles," replied a voice outside the door.
Gertrude sprang to action.
She threw the dildo and composition into the middle drawer of her desk, silently pulled up her panties and jeans, rearranged her hair, and walked to the door.
She smiled sweetly at her handsome lover on the other side.
"What were you doing in here?" he asked, passing through the threshold.
"Oh, just correcting some papers," Gertrude replied.
"I see," Roger said. "Well, let's get going. Professor Becker might be here soon."
And without a word or warning, Roger shoved his tongue deeply into Gertrude's mouth.
He shoved it down her throat.
Gertrude moaned in delight, and envisioned herself in the arms of a cruel, muscular sex master who was going to rape her, then batter and bruise her tender flesh.
"Roger, fuck me good and hard!" the prim college professor moaned.
Roger thrust down Gertrude's jeans, then pulled his thick, hard cock out of his pants.
He reached over and pulled Gertrude's panties from her pelvic area.
Gertrude gasped as she suddenly found herself impaled on the end of Roger's mighty shaft.
The two professors fell to the sofa in one panting, sweating heap.
Roger's thick hand lewdly grabbed at Gertrude's tits as his hips thrust forward brutally.
Gertrude grunted in fuck-starved pleasure as her pussy walls were attacked by Roger's hot cock.
She imagined that his cock was the big, spiked dildo.
Gertrude writhed in delight.
Roger's throbbing member had never thrilled her this much before in her life!
But a nagging thought floated in the back of her mind.
Was it really Roger's brutal fuck-action that was making her so turned on?
Or was it the dark thoughts of pain and torture that were making her squeal like a mad bitch in heat?
Gertrude threw her arms around Roger's back, pretending her was the horrid sex master who would soon be whipping, kicking and spitting on her.
"Oh, YYYEEEAAHHHH!!!" the woman shrieked in cock-hungry lust. "Pound that big cock up my cunt! Yeah! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!!!"
Roger panted as he thrust into Gertrude's tight, dripping hole with s much bestial fury as he could muster.
He had never seen Gertrude fuck back like this before!
Her pussy lips were alive and kicking, her fingernails dug into his back, threatening to claw through his shirt and scratch the hell out of his skin!
What had gotten into the woman?
She was acting like a fuck-starved nymphette who had not tasted hot fuckmeat in weeks!
"FUCK ME!! FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME, YOU BRAWNY BASTARD!! OOOHHHH!! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!" Gertrude wailed. And such language!
Professor Greengates had never spoken so crudely before!
Roger suddenly remember the iron dildo she had found on her chair the day before and wondered if the shock of finding such a vulgar torture item in her lecture hall had somehow deranged her.
Whatever the catalyst had been, Roger didn't really care.
He only wanted Gertrude for her body.
And at that moment, he had never been so happy to be her fuck partner!
She was goddamn fantastic!
"Yeah, baby! Grip my hot cock with that tight twat! That feels great! YYEEAAHH!!" Roger grunted.
His massive cock slid up her moist shaft of love. He pulled out. Shoved in.
All to the soundtrack of Gertrude's screams of delight.
Images of shackled breasts, naked, terrified little girls and fuck-hungry leather-clad lesbians danced in Gertrude's head as Roger fucked the living shit out of her ravaged pussy.
"Hell, baby, I'm gonna come!" Roger finally announced.
His balls swelled, his shaft throbbed and ached, and a thick stream of hot, creamy come spurt from his blood-engorged head and emptied deep into Gertrude's pussy.
The girl clawed into her lover's back with her long, sharp nails.
Roger grunted in pain, but continued pumping load after load of creamy jism up Gertrude's quivering, moist hole.
He collapsed on top of the college professor, her nails still digging into his back with animal desperation.
"Wow!" Gertrude breathed.
"You said it, baby!" Roger replied, still panting. "You were fucking fantastic!"
Gertrude looked up at her handsome lover and thought of the spiked iron rod hidden in her middle desk drawer.
Should she ask Roger to rape her pussy with it?
Gertrude decided against it.
Professor Roger Naugles might fuck like a seasoned Times Square rent boy, but he was still a very prudish person.
He would be horrified and shocked to hear the thoughts that had been floating through his lover's mind while he pumped her with his big, hard dick.
Roger glanced at his watch.
"Whoops!" he exclaimed, suddenly pulling his quickly-softening member out of Gertrude's warm cunt. "We better get a move on!"
Roger pulled on his underwear and socks and opened the door.
"See you at lunch time!" he said, winking at the sexy young woman who was still lying on the office sofa, her panties and jeans wrapped around her ankles.
Gertrude nodded and smiled. Roger closed the door and swaggered down the hall.
Gertrude pulled up her panties and jeans and walked over to the desk.
She opened the drawer, stared at the four essays Harrison Young had written and took out the dildo.
She rolled it between her hands for a few seconds, loving it heavy weight, loving the metal spikes that dug into her flesh.
She placed it carefully back in the drawer and locked it.
Gertrude glanced at her watch.
It was almost time for her nine o'clock class.
She couldn't wait to see if Harrison Young had turned in a fifth essay filled with torture and lust!