from his prick. I didn't have to move his hips at all. Her swinging body was doing all the work of fucking.
She was actually fucking herself for her master's convenience.
He continued swinging her back and forth on his prick several times. Once, she grunted and felt the entire length of her cunt collapse around the massive girth of his cock. She felt the broad purple cockhead deep inside her. It danced around with wild lust.
Every single contour of his cock stood out in bold relief. She even felt his balls banging against her asshole. She remembered when he had chained her and fucked her asshole. And how he had whipped her. And abused and degraded her – like he was doing now. Then all such memories were driven from her head. He was rocking her high on the bar, then releasing her.
The pain was immense in her shoulders and spreading rapidly into her chest. This cancelled out the intense pleasure he was generating in her trim, lush body by fucking her.
'Ummmmm, good, master, so good!'
'It should be,' he grunted. 'I know what my slaves want. And you want more cock, don't you, cunt? Don't you?'
He emphasized the question with a faster swing. She had to put her legs up around his waist. The rocking motion made her feel as if she'd go sailing off into space at any instant.
He took the slender legs wrapping around his waist as a sign that she was agreeing with him. He fucked faster.
The lewd squishing noise as his cock reamed in and out of her juicy pussy filled the silent house. It echoed and came back to taunt the bound, helpless girl. She felt so many conflicting emotions at the moment, the sounds only added to her confusion.
She should have been aroused by the sounds of fucking. It was a good sound. The noises of a man fucking a woman should have sent her off on a wild climax. But all she could think of was the strange position she found herself in. Here she was, tied up around an iron bar, swinging back and forth so that the philosophy professor's prick penetrated her cunt. And she was actually beginning to enjoy the hell out of it.
She shouldn't have. She tried to keep that thought in mind. This was sick, wanting to be someone else's slave. No matter that the man was dominating, more masculine than any stud she'd ever met before. This was the era of women's lib. She had tried to be independent, as assertive as any man, to raise her own consciousness.
She loved being the helpless slave of this commanding man.
No matter how degrading, she enjoyed it. Then she screamed out a loud, ear-piercing scream of agony. The philosophy professor had added a new dimension of pain to the fucking.
He'd pulled a bit of the adhesive tape off the roll and plastered it across her aroused tits. Then he yanked it off. She felt her sensitive, delicate skin tearing.
Her tits hammered with forbidden desires. They were like balloons overfilled with air. They threatened to pop at any instant. And then he ripped the adhesive tape off her nipples.
The arrow of pain shot deep into her chest. The waves of pain from her tortured tits and aching shoulders pressed downward in a dull tide. It threatened to swamp her young body. But the pleasure building in her cunt was more than enough to offset it.
Somehow, Dr. Nathaniel had achieved just the right balance of torment. The dull, aching pain was erased by the wellings of joy from her well-fucked pussy. She didn't understand it. It only made her more confused than ever.
'Why are you doing this to me?' she sobbed out.
'Why? This is your lesson for the day. Don't you find it instructive? Pain can be very instructive. And I want you to think about why you are content to be my sex slave. Why you keep coming back for more. Why you enjoy being chained and whipped and raped. Think about it, you stupid cunt, think about it!'
He started swinging her in a long arc. Each time their crotches smashed together, it was like a car slamming into a wall. He penetrated her cunt deeper and deeper as the force of his fucking strokes increased.
The blonde teenager took the full pressure on her arms. They were aching horribly but she couldn't think of anything but her pussy. It burned with desire!
She hated herself for that. But her body was telling her to enjoy this rape.
She abandoned herself totally to Dr. Nathaniel. She pulled him closer with her strong legs. Manna locked her ankles behind his waist to keep him from backing away. If she was going to be raped, then by damn, she was going to get the most pleasure possible from it.
'Go on, master, fuck me good. Fuck me damn goooood!'
'My slave's still got fire in her veins. I don't like feisty bitches. I'm going to tame you with my prick.'
The girl didn't know if he could or not. She no longer cared. Her body was being assaulted on all sides by pain and delight. She let them mix together. The waves of sensation were threatening to drown her. She merely accepted them as they came, enjoyed if she could, winced if she couldn't.
But the important thing was driving that spike of prick all the way up to her chin. Manna wanted to make him split her apart all the way along her young, trim body.
Sweat ran down the philosophy professor's chest. His hands grew slippery on her ass. He barely kept her swinging on and off his prick. The warm sheath of cunt surrounding his hard fucking shaft was like a magnet to the iron of his cock. He pulled her onto him fully, hesitated long enough to revel in the untouched wonders of her pussy, then let her swing away.
Her legs kept her from going too far.
His hands gripped her as cheeks and pulled her crotch back to his. It was a perfect situation for him.
He didn't care if she was tied up. In fact, he got off in a big way on seeing the blonde coed helpless and subservient to his every whim. He didn't care she was in pain from being wrapped around the iron rod. Pain tightened all the right muscles and made fucking a more intense experience.
He was king. And he was showing her how really virile he was. Let all those young college studs brag. None could match the fucking power of his cock! He was not only well-hung, he knew how to effectively use that pussy- pleaser.
Dr. Nathaniel drove his cock powerfully into that tantalizing patch of pussy fleece. The blonde arrow was a signpost showing the way for his prick. He parted her pink scalloped pussy lips and surged hard up into her cunt. He felt the friction burning away the lubrication leaking from her cunt.
He felt the burning heat slowly creep backwards along his cock. He tried to hold down the fiery tide for a few more seconds. He swung the bound girl faster. She raced along his prick. The hot blast of his jism refused to wait any longer.
He exploded into her cunt.
He fucked wildly until his prick was depleted. When Dr. Nathaniel finished, he took a step back and allowed the blonde teenager to hang limp and tired from the iron bar. A strand of blonde hair strayed into her eyes. He moved it away to give her clear vision.
'See, pleasing your master isn't so bad, is it, slave?'
'Why do you do this to me?' asked Manna. Her pussy was still on fire. It was as if the man had dipped his prick, in acid before fucking her. Everywhere he'd touched her body burned like hellfire.
'I told you. This is a philosophy lesson for you. A personalized lesson in what makes you tick. You want abuse. And I'll continue giving it to you until you figure that out.'
She shuddered. Manna knew he was intent on humiliating her in every way possible. He wanted her to feel dirty about what he did to her. The rape, the chains, the whippings, all were planned by Dr. Nathaniel to make her feel like a common slut.
And she wanted more!
CHAPTER NINE
Manna screamed when Dr. Nathaniel ripped off the adhesive tape around her waist. Huge red welts appeared. And when he undid her hands, she screamed again. The young girl didn't care if it got all the cops in
