He twisted and pulled until he could shove his prick down into the humid canyon between her meaty slabs of ass. She cringed as she felt the reaction of the hot sauce on her welts. Wherever Dr. Nathaniel had whipped her burned like hellfire. No matter how she turned, she couldn't escape.
'Goddamn, but her ass is hot!'
'Shut up and fuck her, for Christ's sake,' called the other man. 'I can't keep going much longer. Her mouth is like a fucking vacuum cleaner. She's gonna pull all the jizz outta my balls yet.'
'Her asshole,' the man behind mumbled. 'It's like a tiny door that's slammed shut.' He pressed forward and the blonde teenager yelped. He reduced the amount of pressure and soon the tiny muscle of her sphincter opened enough to allow his hot-sauced drenched cock into her asshole.
A shudder passed through her body. Pain! Searing paint the hot sauce touched her raped asshole and sent lightning bolts of agony up her spine. Then even more pain threatened to make her pass out. The man rammed his cock balls deep into her asshole.
She wiggled her ass and then shoved it backwards into the man's groin. If she shouldn't stop the pain, she could at least get him fucking her hard enough to make her forget it. She began grinding her butt into his hairy upper thighs.
'Ummmm, God, she's good, Roger. We're gonna have to play poker more often. I never felt a chick this tight around my cock. Hell, I never ass-fucked a chick before,' he admitted.
Manna's lips worked like a fish's mouth against the long, throbbing cock pressed deep into her mouth. The way her jaws worked allowed her to tongue the hidden prick, cradling it in her rough tongue to give it all the stimulation she could. She gulped and moved to open up her throat to his prick.
Gasping, she swallowed hard. The thick cock shot past her tonsils and down into her throat. Every time she swallowed, she massaged his deep-throated cock. Then she gasped for air. She couldn't keep him down all day long. Air gusted into her lungs again and she felt the sharp sting of a whip across her back.
'You're not cooperating, cunt,' said Dr. Nathaniel in a cold voice. 'I shall severely punish you if you don't fully go along with what my friends desire most.'
'Watch it, Roger. I'm happy. God, can this bitch suck!'
'Silence,' the man barked. The whip licked over her back again and she cringed from the searing agony rocketing into her tender body. 'I am the master. She is the slave. I tell her what's best. Now, suck, you cunt, suck better!'
'She may be able to suck better, but her ass couldn't be hotter. Like a blast furnace in there. And it ain't the hot sauce that's doing it. It's like a hangman's noose around my cock, too. If she tightens up any more she'll chop me off at the balls.'
'How delightful,' said a disgusted Dr. Nathaniel. 'Just fuck her ass and be done with it. She needs careful discipline and she won't get it from the likes of you two.'
Boy men laughed at the philosophy professor. Manna felt a surge of panic. If they laughed at him, he would only take out his wrath on her. She had to please him. She had to get both these men off in the fastest way possible to keep Dr. Nathaniel from really punishing her.
She tensed up her ass muscles and felt the thick probe of cock moving in her bowels. The hot sauce burned horribly but she had to have him fucking faster, adding to the carnal heat. The sauce leaked from her ass and dribbled down the insides of her thighs. As she tensed, he began plunging in and out with harder strokes. Her cunt juice mingled with the hot sauce to form a burning, sluggish mixture on her whipped thighs.
'I… I'm going to come. Want me to come in her mouth?' asked the man in front of her. He moaned and sank back, his eyes tightly shut. The girl couldn't take her mouth from the end of his prick. If anything, her cheeks went even more hollow under the immense suction she applied to his virile cock.
When his prick began bucking, he arched his back and jammed his cock into the girl's mouth all the way. He began face-fucking her. She swallowed repeatedly, wishing her hands weren't chained. She wanted to fondle his balls, to really make him come.
He gushed out his cum into her mouth then his cock went limp and gently fell from her mouth. Manna gasped and fell face, forward. She managed to catch herself at the last moment. Having her hands chained like this was dangerous.
She concentrated fully on the ass-fucking. She twitched and twisted and drove her ass back into the hot- sauce-covered cock with all the power locked in her lithe body. She soon gasped for air, so excited she could hardly bear another thrust of his cock.
The man's entire body shook as if he were a rat caught in a terrier's jaws. His hips launched forward and his prick vanished entirely into the young college student's asshole.
'Ohhhh!' she moaned out piteously. Only small, trapped animal noises came from her lips. Words were beyond her now.
He fucked her butt with a frenzy of activity. She wanted to take as much of his prick up her ass as she could while it was still steely-hard. His jism would wash away the hot sauce that gave her so much inner torment. As she came, she felt his cock slipping from her butt. His jizz didn't wash out the hot sauce. He creamed all over her whipped, straining back.
She sank forward and huddled on the carpet, whimpering. At least Dr. Nathaniel didn't beat her any more. She had to be content with listening to the rattle of the chains on her wrists and ankles because all three men had left her alone in the room.
Alone with her misery – and her desire for more torment.
CHAPTER TEN
Dr. Nathaniel chained her to the bed when he and his two friends left the house. Manna cried for a while, then simply lay there, trying to figure out what part of her body hurt the most.
Her shoulders were in bad shape from when Dr. Nathaniel had swung her around the iron bar and fucked her. But her back was crisscrossed with whip marks. He had given her an expert and painful lashing. Her asshole burned from the hot sauce tat had been applied to the man's hard fucking prick, and the pain shot all the way up into her bowels. She thought she would shit at any instant from that. And her cunt! That was worst of all.
It was empty.
Manna wanted Dr. Nathaniel to fuck her. She had to feel his hard, monster, virile cock surging in and out of her juicy pussy again. But he had only chained her down to the bed and left her to mull over her new role as his slave.
She didn't know what she could do to please him more. Miserable, the blonde teenager lay in the dark room and sobbed. Then she heard a rustling sound from outside the window. It came again. A metallic ripping noise echoed through the room as the screen was pulled away.
Manna turned and saw Bert coming through the burglarized window.
'Bert!' she cried. 'What are you doing here? You can't…' She cut off her protests. She was bare ass naked, chained and had turned into the philosophy professor's sex slave. It wasn't her place to tell any man what to do.
'I saw what went on in the other room. God, Manna, how'd you ever fall into that bastard's clutches? It's criminal.' He began working on her chains and locks.
'You didn't call the cops, did you?' Manna asked, afraid that she would be involved and publicly humiliated.
'No way. You don't need to have your picture run in every paper in the country as the victim of some sadist. Here, good, I got your chains loose. And put this on. Sorry, but I didn't have anything else I could bring.'
He handed her a raincoat. She put it on, shivering at the feel of the yellow oilcloth against her naked tits and whipped butt. She cringed when Bert tried to put his arm around her shoulders.
'Hey, it's okay,' he said gently. 'I can guess what you've been through. You think every man is out to rape you. Don't worry. I'm one of the good guys.'
He led her out and they were soon back at his apartment. He fixed her some soup, which Manna drank gratefully.
