the world down on them.
Dr. Nathaniel seemed unconcerned when he allowed her to fall to her knees under the iron bar. It was as if none of his neighbors would ever complain about odd noises coming from this house. And maybe they wouldn't. Manna didn't know. She felt cut off from the rest of the world, abandoned, helpless in a situation she couldn't begin to control.
'Wh-what are you going to do with me now?' she asked, eager and scared.
'Silence, slut. You will speak only when you are spoken to. And you will always address me as master. For your breach of discipline, I must punish you.'
[missing text] at the leather length with frightened eyes, not believing the man would use it on her. He did. It sang its ugly song and the leather tip licked in an obscenely light touch across her shoulders.
The blonde girl almost passed out from that touch. It didn't give her much pain, but it was enough to spark rebellion. She tried to stand. The whip yanked her feet from under her. Falling heavily to the floor, she was totally at his mercy – and mercy was lacking in the philosophy professor. He used the whip sparingly but every single stroke found a delicate portion of her body.
He found her nipples and whipped them until they stood up bright red and throbbingly painful. He snapped it across her belly. The tip of the whip tried to wiggle its way down into her bell button. He whipped her cunt, not sparing a single square inch of her cunt lips. The man's ability was unparalleled as he lashed repeatedly on the smooth curves of her white asscheek over and ever he whipped her until Manna curled up in a whimpering ball in the center of the living room.
She hardly realized it when Dr. Nathaniel put the chains around her hands and ankles, binding them closely together. By straining Manna could get to her knees, but the shortness of the chain between her wrists and ankles prevented her from straightening. There was no way she could stand.
'What are you doing?' she demanded. The whip landed on her naked shoulders, giving her intense pain. 'Master,' she added hastily and, too late.
'Friends come,' was all Dr. Nathaniel said.
Manna couldn't understand that. Friends? What was the man doing to her? Did he want them to watch while he abused her? She shivered. There was no end to the degradation. She felt her pussy beginning to dampen at the thought.
No matter what the philosophy professor said, this wasn't normal. And yet Manna got off in a big way on being mistreated. The whipping actually sparked her cunt into drooling for cock. The division between pain and pleasure was narrowing in her mind.
Pain equaled pleasure. Pleasure equaled pain.
'On your knees, slut,' Dr. Nathaniel commanded. Manna struggled to obey. She had been so lost in her own misery and thoughts she hadn't heard the other two men enter. She looked up directly at the one man's crotch. A long, erect prick sprouted upward just inches from her mouth.
'Give him a blow jab,' ordered Dr. Nathaniel. The whip reinforced his command. Manna pulled the hard, jerking cock toward her ruby lips. She lightly kissed the tip and the man went wild, jumping up and down.
'Shit,' he said. 'I didn't believe you, Roger. I never thought you'd get a chick this pretty to give me head. And God, can she suck cock!'
'I pay my debts,' Dr. Nathaniel said. 'And my personal slave is only too willing to give you a blow job, aren't you, slut?'
The whip lashed her exposed shoulders again. Manna went back to sucking the prick. It seemed the safest thing for her to do. Answering in any other way would only anger her master.
Her tongue slipped from between her lips and pressed into the tip of the man's cock. Her long fingers circled his shaft and held his cock stationary. She probed with the very tip of her tongue until she found his piss-slit. Trying to drive her tongue down his tiny cum-hole prow ed impossible. From the way they were both breathing, Manna knew it turned them both on in a big way.
'Shit, I never thought a blow job could be this good,' the man said. 'Goon and suck my cock. Do it any Goddamn way you want.'
'No,' corrected Dr. Nathaniel. 'It'll be done the way I want. She obeys me, don't you, cunt?'
Her blonde head bobbed in agreement. She didn't get another taste of the stinging whip. She glowed inside. She was pleasing her master.
The young college student's tongue flicked and lightly touched all over his cock. There didn't seem to be any pattern, but soon the girl's tongue brushed across every single square inch of his cockflesh. Then she began working on his balls hidden inside his jeans. She teased them out with her tongue and lightly licked the hairy sac until the man groaned in stark pleasure.
She sucked. She pulled his balls into her mouth and began gnawing gently on them. The man stroked across the smoothness of her silky hair. Manna had trouble reaching his prick due to the chains around her wrists and the way they were fastened to her ankles, but she succeeded. She had to if she wanted to please Dr. Nathaniel.
The blonde teenage felt his balls tumbling wildy inside the tiny sac. She pressed her tongue against the side and tried batting them around. The lead-heavy stew of his jism boiled and threatened to blast out the tip of his prick.
'Suck more. God, I feel like I'm going to come!'
'Come whenever you want,' said Dr. Nathaniel. 'You won her fair and square in the card game.'
Manna flared inside. She'd been won in a card game! Her master had gambled her mouth and lost. But she didn't dare stop giving head. She had to suck this stud off to keep the whip from scoring across the whiteness of her back.
Chains clanked as she moved her hands up and down the thickness of the man's prick. She quickly clamped her sucking lips on the acorn-tipped end of his cock. Her cheeks went hollow with the suction she applied. The man danced around, moaning loudly.
'If I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't I've believed it,' said the other man. 'Do I get a chance at her mouth, too? I still have the marker from the game.'
Manna heard paper rustling. Dr. Nathaniel laughed and said, 'He's enjoying the blow job too much. Why don't you whip out your prick and fuck her? She won't mind. She loves it, don't you, cunt?'
The whip sent intense agony ripping into her young body. The blonde coed tried to move away but the chains on her wrists and ankles prevented it. She was totally at the philosophy professor's mercy.
'So I can just drop down behind and butt-fuck her?' the man asked. 'Shit, this is too good to be true. Uh, Roger, are you sure she likes this sort of trip? It's pretty heavy.'
'Speak, slave. Tell him how much you love all this.'
'I do, God, yes, I love this, master!' she blurted. Manna felt a hot flush crossing her face. She hardly believed she had actually uttered those horrible words. But she meant them, no matter how disgusting it seemed to her. She needed the abuse Dr. Nathaniel gave her…
It put meaning into her life that had never been there before. She knew her role. She knew what her single goal was to pleasure her master. That kept life a lot simpler than it had been when she worried about jobs and competing with men and all the other hassles in the world.
'Fuck her asshole,' came Dr. Nathaniel's cold words.
The second man dropped his jeans to expose a long, hard prick that made Manna's pussy water just looking at it.
'Oil that prick of yours, dummy,' said the mane Manna was sucking off. 'You wanna tear her ass up or something?'
'Listen to the big stud. Whatta you know about butt-fucking?' But the man behind her stopped and looked down at her. 'What do I grease my cock with?'
'Here,' said Dr. Nathaniel, handing over a tiny jar. 'Hot sauce. It will make your fucking even more intense.'
'Well,' the man said dubiously, 'if you say so.'
Manna watched him squirt the slick red sauce all aver his prick. He took his cock in hand and ran his fingers up and down it a couple times until it was thoroughly covered with the hot sauce. Then he advanced. She gasped when he dropped to his knees behind her and put his hands on the white curves of her ass.
