Chapter 7
As her Beginning Composition class filed noisily out of the lecture hall, Gertrude sat demurely behind her desk, smiling pleasantly at the students who waved goodbye to her.
She eyed the pile of typewritten essays that had just been turned in with a mixture of anxiety and expectation.
When the last student had left, Gertrude sprang to life.
Gone was the prime, proper college professor. Gone was the demure pose, the polite smile.
Gertrude Greengates had been reduced to a sex-crazed, fuck-hungry slut lusting for a cruel, brutal master who would attack her bound, naked body with whatever horrible torture devices he had handy.
Ropes!
Chains!
Spikes!
Gertrude wanted to read about them all!
And lately she wanted to do more than read about them. She wanted to have them!
She wanted to feel her flesh being tightly bound with coarse, thick rope. She wanted to feel nipple clamps on here tiny pink paps. She wanted to be raped and battered, attacked and abused!
Gertrude Greengates had been transformed from a prim, pretty college professor into a desperate, cock-yearning slut!
And she knew that she had Harrison Young and his obscene essays to thank!
Gertrude tore through the pile of over one hundred essays.
Some went fluttering to the floor. The woman didn't care. She thrust essays right and left all over the desk. She didn't care if she destroyed half of them with her trembling, sharp fingernails.
She clawed at the papers, desperately searching for the essay that would make her day.
The essay that she would read upstairs in her office while she plunged the thick iron dildo deep into her moist, hot pussy!
Harrison Young's essay!
Gertrude froze when she reached the bottom of the pile.
Had she missed Harrison Young's latest essay?
Sweat formed on her brow as the dug through the disheveled pile of typewritten pages once again.
She flung her students' work all over the floor. The paper she hungered for was nowhere in sight.
Harrison Young had not turned in another essay!
Perhaps he had been unable to make the class that day and that was why he had snuck into her office and placed the composition for extra credit on her desk.
Gertrude tried to wrack her brains to see if she could remember any familiar face in the lecture hall that had been absent that morning.
It was impossible.
The lecture hall was too large and there were too many students to keep track of.
Gertrude realized she would be late for her ten o'clock Writing and Reason class again if she didn't gather the essays quickly.
Bundling them up in an untidy pile, the young college professor ran up the steps and out of the lecture hall.
During her lunch break, Gertrude stole into her office with the large pile of essays.
She was about to fling them on the desk next to the other piles of as yet uncorrected compositions, but instead froze in horror.
The pile of papers fluttered to the floor.
In the center of her desk was a little white box.
Gertrude knew instinctively who it was from.
Harrison Young!
She grabbed the box and tore it open.
Gertrude stared with fascinated repulsion at the item that had been placed in the box with loving care.
She picked it up with two trembling fingers and examined it.
She had no idea what the strange thing was for.
Two thin parallel bars were attached at either end to round rings. Attached to the rings were thin chains. These, also, were attached to another set of rings.
The two metal rods could be pulled apart about a half an inch.
Gertrude supposed something was supposed to be stuck between the two rods. , But what?
A nipple?
No, that would never fit; it would slip right through. A toe?
No, the toe would be too big.
Would it fit anywhere on her pussy lips?
Possibly.
But then what would those two rings at the end of the chain be attached to? Her clit?
Gertrude peered into the box again.
A plain white card with writing had been placed at the bottom.
She took out the card, still clutching the strange metal item in her sweaty palm.
It read:
"THIS IS TO KEEP SLUTTY BITCHES LIKE YOU QUIET. LOVE AND HATE, YOUR MASTER, HARRISON YOUNG."
Gertrude let out a little scream.
She sank to her chair, her entire body wracked with nervous shivering.
So those two parallel bars were supposed to hold her tongue! And the rings on the end of the chains were supposed to go in her nose!
Gertrude picked up the card and read it again.
YOUR MASTER, HARRISON YOUNG.
Gertrude didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
This unknown creature had her under his command! He had led her cleverly down the path to adoration without her knowledge.
This nonexistent student frightened Gertrude so much. His essays were so horrible, so graphic, so repulsive.
Yet she had been drawn to them.
And in dreaming about them, thinking about them constantly, she had also been drawn to the mysterious, deranged Harrison Young.
How she longed to meet him!
How she longed to see his strong, manly body, to feel his hard, throbbing cock and to be denied the chance to have that massive member shoving deep in her tight, moist pussy!
How Gertrude longed for her sex master to appear resplendent in leather. How she longed for him to bind her limbs, whip her tender flesh and shove the thick, spiked dildo up her cunt!
If only....
There was a rap at the door and Gertrude screamed.
"No need for alarm, Professor Greengates. It's only me, Professor Becker," came a voice from the other side of the door.
Professor Becker!
He was the head of the English Department!
Gertrude threw the present her deranged, violent student had given her back into its box and flung it in the middle drawer of her desk next to the iron dildo.
Gertrude stepped across the pile of essays she had thrown in horror on the floor when she had noticed the box on her desk.
It didn't help make her office look very professional, but she didn't have time to pick them up.
Hopefully, she could get rid of the department head without having to let him in the office to view the mess.
"C-coming, Professor!" Gertrude called.
What could the man want?
Suddenly, Gertrude's blood froze. What if there had been complaints about the strange noises that had been coming from her office when she and Professor Naugles got together for one of their steamy fuck sessions!
Or what if one of the custodians had seen her lurking around the deserted lecture hall that morning!
Gertrude opened the door timidly and peered out. Professor Becker was glaring at her. Gertrude's heart sank.
She was in trouble about something, that was for sure!
What if these strange sexual practices she had been engaging in lately got her kicked off of the academic staff!
What would she do then?
"May I come in, please?" Professor Becker demanded.
Gertrude gulped and thought of the pile of essays she had thrown on the floor.
She could not refuse the head of the department entrance into her office.
"Y-yes, Professor Becker. Please do come in. And make yourself at home," Gertrude said.
"I'm afraid I am not here for a social visit," the brawny man said, pushing past her and slamming the door.
Gertrude was almost thrown across the room by the muscular man's brutal action.
"And lock that door," he demanded. "I don't want anyone else to hear what I have to discuss with you."
"Y-yes, sir, Professor Becker," Gertrude said, turning the lock on her door and feeling her knees getting weak.
Professor Becker sat down on the sofa Gertrude and Roger Naugles had fucked on earlier that day.
He peered around the office with an air of authority.
Professor Becker glanced down at the pile of papers on the floor.
"What the hell is the meaning of this mess, Gertrude?" the head of the English Department demanded to know.
"Well, I ... I...." Gertrude gulped, perching her prim form on the edge of her desk chair.
She thought of the two sex devices that lurked in the middle drawer of her desk. She was terrified that Professor Becker might ask her to open the desk for some reason.
"No reply, as per usual."
The man sighed.
He did not seem very pleased.
Gertrude shrank under his harsh glare.
"I'll tell you, Gertrude, I've been hearing quite a few complaints about you lately. You really have not been attentive to your duties as a member of the faculty of this university with the professionalism that we pride ourselves on. Look at that huge pile of uncorrected essays on your desk! Look at the pile scattered all over the floor!"
The man stuck his foot out and kicked a few of the essays into the air.
"A few of your Beginning Composition students have complained that they have not received a graded copy of the first essay of the semester that they turned in weeks ago. Is this true, Gertrude?" the man asked sternly.
"Well, uh ... yes, Professor Becker. B-but, I can easily explain that," Gertrude stuttered. "You see, I have about one hundred and fifty students in that class and...."
"SILENCE!" bellowed Professor Becker.
Gertrude jumped and gasped at the ferocity of the professor's shouted command.
Professor Becker cleared his throat, continued to glare at Gertrude and spoke up once again.
"And I have also been hearing complaints from other members of the English Department that they hear strange noises coming from your office early in the morning and during your lunch break."
Blood swarmed to Gertrude's delicate facial features, and she wriggled with discomfort on the edge of her chair.
Professor Becker spoke up once again, his eyes still boring into Gertrudes' with hate and fury.
"It is true, is it not, that you have been engaging in sexual activities with a member of the department. Correct?"
Professor Becker waited for an answer. Gertrude sat in her chair in uncomfortable silence.
"And, in fact, this person is a member of our department who has been joined in holy matrimony with another woman. It is true, is it not, that you have been fucking Roger Naugles? That you have been his little slutty mistress while his wife sits at home and contemplates her broken marriage and suicide!"
Gertrude's entire body was draped in pure terror and humiliation.
"N-no...." she protested weakly.
Perhaps she and Roger were having an affair behind his wife's back, but the woman knew nothing about it! She certainly couldn't envision Barbara Naugles contemplating suicide!
Professor Becker was making a big deal out of a rather innocent bit of sex!
"Oh? So you deny the fact that you are fucking Roger Naugles in the hallowed halls of our reputable institution? Shall I add "lying" to the already lengthy list of sins you commit daily, you slutty little bitch?"
"B-but, Professor Becker, we were just-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, CUNT!" Professor Becker hollered, his face turning red with anger and the veins bulging from his thick neck.
The tall, swarthy man sprang from the sofa and made his way over to the terrified young woman.
He placed his thick, firm hands around her shoulders and squeezed them. Hard.
Gertrude winced in pain under the professor's tenacious grasp.
She shuddered in fear.
What was this man doing?
Would she ever be able to leave her office in one piece?
Gertrude debated as to whether she should scream for help or not, but decided against it.
The English Department was usually empty at this time of day. That's why she and Roger had been able to have wild humping sessions during their lunch breaks.
But apparently someone had overheard them one day, and had run and told Professor Becker.
"Do you know what happens to filthy whores who run around fucking married men, Gertrude?" Professor Becker asked, his voice low and menacing.
"N-no," the young woman gasped.
"They get punished," the man announced, digging his thick fingers more deeply into Gertrude's tender shoulders.
"P-please, Professor, let go of my shoulders! You're hurting me!" Gertrude moaned.
"That's the idea, you fucking little twat!" Professor Becker bellowed. "Now, open that middle drawer of your desk!"
Gertrude gasped.
How had Professor Becker known that she had hidden the sexual torture items in her desk?
And then it suddenly dawned on the perky young professor that she was not only locked up in the office with Professor Naugles; she was also a prisoner of his alter ego Harrison Young!
Professor Roger Naugles was the deranged, sadistic Harrison Young!
Gertrude didn't even have time to wonder how the professor had arranged to have a newly-composed essay on her desk in the lecture hall every morning.
The professor wanted her to open the drawer. And she knew he wouldn't take no for an answer! Gertrude opened the middle drawer of her desk and the little white box, spiked iron dildo and Harrison Young's pornographic compositions were displayed before the two professors' eyes.
Professor Becker grabbed the box and tore it open.
He threw his head back and laughed sardonically as he pulled out the bizarre tongue trap that he was preparing to stick on the pretty college professor.
"You won't be able to lie anymore with this thing on your tongue, you dirty little whore!" the man grinned. "First, though, I'm going to have to pierce your nose with these rings. Too bad I don't have any anesthetic. Oh, well. It'll hurt quite a lot, but who cares! And if you scream the least bit, I'll make sure your punishment is more brutal than any of the things you read about in my stories!"
Gertrude tried to struggle, but the brawny professor held her captive in the chair.
"M-my two o'clock class!" she gasped.
"Shut up, bitch!" Professor Becker demanded, smacking Gertrude across the face.
The young woman wailed in anguish and her head shot over to the left.
"I put a note on the board that said you'll be absent today. Which means you'll be my sex slave all afternoon long!" Professor Becker announced.
Gertrude wriggled as the man approached her nostrils with the two rings.
"And don't think Roger Naugles will interrupt us looking for his afternoon piece of ass. I told him you went home early," Professor Becker said.
Tears welled up in Gertrude's eyes as the Professor cruelly grabbed the cartilage of her nostrils and snapped the two halves of the ring on her left side of her nose.
Two sharp wires dug into the skin on either side of Gertrude's left nostril.
The professor pushed hard and hard as Gertrude wailed in anguish.
SNAP!
He had broken her skin and pierced her nostril while she struggled and groaned in the desk chair!
Tiny droplets of blood trickled onto Gertrude's sweater.
"Please! Please, professor! Don't pierce my other nostril! It hurts so bad! OWWWWWW!!!"
Gertrude screamed as the professor paid no attention to her whispered wishes and clamped down on her right nostril until that ring, also, hung from her nose.
"Silly bitch!" the man snorted. "Of course I have to dig into your nose with both rings! How else am I going to shut your slutty trap up??!!"
And with these words, he thrust Gertrude's lips apart, grabbed her tongue and savagely pulled it out of her mouth.
Gertrude gasped and gagged and almost got sick all over the professor.
He was pulling so savagely on her tongue!
The sadistic, cruel man then shoved her tongue between the two parallel metal bars.
Gertrude wriggled her tongue uncomfortably as the two poles bit down on the tip of her tongue.
She tried to speak, but only garbled noise emitted from her throat.
Professor Becker looked at Gertrude and wailed with laughter.
"That'll teach you to be a lying, slutty cunt!" he guffawed.
Gertrude stared at the deranged, fuck-hungry man who stood before her. She shivered in terror.
And the young college professor realized that her journey down the road to lustful torture and passionate torment was only beginning....